Seanday Extra: Testing a Theory

Chris pulled up at the station spotting his friend. Winding down the window he called to him, "Hey Tony!"

Tony peered through the window and stared for a moment. "Uh, yeah?" he answered nervously.

"Get in the car, it's me Chris."

"Chris? This is a trick right," he questioned looking around.

"No, it's really me. Now get in the car before I get a ticket." Tony blinked a couple of times and climbed in the car.

"You really did it?"

Chris snorted. "Yup, what do you think?" Chris said, glancing over he caught Tony gawping, his eyes flicking over Chris's muscular frame.

"Jesus, when you sent me the email and told me I thought you was joking," Tony muttered shaking his head in disbelief, "No, this can't be true. It's a trick. Chris put you up to this right?"

"Would I lie to you? Really it's me Chris." Tony gasped. "Cool isn't it. Go ahead, feel it."

Tony reached out and touched his friends thick bicep. Before long Tony was tracing its contours, he used his other hand to try and wrap his fingers around its mass--but couldn't.

They pulled up in traffic and his exploration continued along the length of Chris's arm. He felt his shoulders, traps and after Chris put his hand behind his head he continued to feel his pecs through the tight fabric of his shirt. His hands went lower, but Chris batted them away. "Leave something for later buddy."

"So what's the story," Tony asked leaning back in his seat.

"Well, this is Marco," Chris told him patting his chest, "he's twenty with his own apartment downtown." Pausing for a moment, a grin spread across his face, "And he's a fitness model, and the pay's not just good--it's amazing."

"But how did you come across him? And--and how did you become him? I mean, can anyone do it?"

"So many questions, well, I was looking for a new apartment when I saw Marco's advert. He was looking for someone to share the apartment, costs and stuff."

"So you did it then? Took him somehow?"

"It wasn't my intention when I went to view his place. But when I saw him, I just couldn't take my eyes off his body."

"So you did it, how? Tell me!"

Chris chuckled. "I only found out about my gift recently, but I've been practicing a lot. I only need to get a couple of fingers in someone before they pass out. But it's not easy to get inside people. I found out they have to be at least my size or bigger otherwise I get pushed out after a few minutes."

"Well this guy--"

"Marco."

"Marco," Tony continued, "he's bigger than you, both in height and muscle."

"And some."

"So how'd you manage it? It looks like he could beat the shit out of you."

"I was lucky," Chris said. "When he answered the door he was shirtless, said he'd just been doing some cardio on the bike. I followed him into the apartment and he started to show me around. Seriously dude, I couldn't take my eyes off him."

"I can see why," Tony replied, "from the neck down he's totally awesome."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked.

"Well," Tony said, with nervousness in his voice, "he's not really the dreamboat type is he?"

Chris frowned. "Why I should--

Tony flinched as Chris brandished a fist in his face, then laughed. "Only joking buddy, I know what you mean." Chris looked at his faux reflection in the mirror. "Can't have every I guess." He thought for a moment then grinned, "Well, maybe not immediately."

"So tell me what happened," Tony asked again.

"I followed him around, the place easily big enough for three people but says he wants to keep a room for when friends visit." Chris tapped impatiently on the steering wheel, "What is it with this traffic?

"In the kitchen he asked me if I wanted a beer, I accepted of course. He went to the fridge, and I touched his back; he fell backwards. I struggled with his weight, only able to slow his fall," Chris explained.

Tony was hanging on his friends every word. "I rolled him onto his front and pulled off his long shorts. Then stripped myself.

Tony's mouth gaped. "I wasn't going to waste any time so I climbed on his back and started to kneed his back." Chris touched his pec, "It was hard working my way through his muscles, but after a few minutes I was all the way in."

"What did it feel like," Tony asked.

"Fucking awesome bro'." Chris paused for a moment surprising himself at the outburst, that was something only Marco would say. "His strength overwhelmed me at first, I was still pumped from his exercise. That's when I realised the reason I was getting pushed out of smaller people. I just wasn't strong enough to keep myself inside. Eventually the physical body would force me out." Chris flexed again. "I knew immediately I didn't want to give up this guy anytime soon." Chris grinned at Tony, "So I bonded with him."

"You what?"

"I figured if I became Marco, like inside rather than just riding him I could use his strength. When I went inside other people, and then stay in them as long as I want."

"So you can't change? You're Marco forever now?"

"Well, at least for the next 12 months."

"So you know it works? I mean being able to stay inside a smaller body," Tony asked.

"Oh for sure, I ambushed one of the neighbours kids."

"That's fucking sick."

"He's seventeen," Chris retorted and showed Tony a picture on his phone. "Stayed in him Friday afternoon until Saturday evening. It was a struggle to get inside him--even more than usual. After a couple of minutes I felt a familiar tightness, but I drew on Marco's strength and after a couple more minutes I knew that I was staying as long as I wanted."

"Nobody realised you'd taken over the kid?"

"Nope, none of his friends or family," Chris replied and pulled over into a parking lot.

"Why are we stopping Chris?"

"Just picking up a friend," he said. "I reckon with Marco's strength I can push you into someone else's body," he added with a wink. "Oh, and you'd better call me Marco, as that's who I am now."

Marco climbed out of the car and shouted. Across the lot a guy wearing a vest and a cap looked up and nodded, Tony watched nervously as Marco went over to meet the guy. Although this new guy was built, he was nowhere near Marco's six foot frame. They shook hands and hugged each other; they lingered suggesting that there was something more than just friendship.

The guy hiked his duffle bag over his shoulder and followed Marco back to the car. "This is Tony, I've just giving him a lift to the Mall," Marco said as Tony looked up at the guy.

"Hi, my name's Joey," he said sticking his hand through the window. Tony shook it not taking his eyes off Joey.

"Come on, lets get your gear in the trunk," Marco said as Joey followed him to the back of the car. Tony grabbed the rear-view and twisted it to see the two jocks behind. He muttered as Marco popped the trunk obscuring his view.

There were raised voices from the back of the car, Tony craned his neck to the left and right, but couldn't see anything. The car pitched back and forth a few times, and a deep groan pointed the end of the rocking. There was a dull thud and the trunk closed, Tony returned the rear-view and stared ahead.

The door opened, and Joey climbed in sitting next to Tony. The two sat in silence for a moment. "Where's Marco?" Tony asked cautiously.

Joey turned to Tony and grinned. "He had to get some, uh, groceries. He'll be back soon."

Tony nodded knowingly, and smiled. "Sweet."

Joey pulled out of the lot and headed west. As they continued, Tony couldn't help himself and studied Joey's physique. After a few minutes the car stopped again and Joey looked over expectantly.

Tony did a double-take and then looked out the window, they had pulled up outside the Mall. Tony looked back at Joey a confused look on his face. Joey grinned, "This is where Marco was going to drop you off right?"

"Um, yeah."

Another silence hung in the air. Joey sucked on his lip, "I'll tell Marco to pick you up in a few hours?"

Tony nodded, and then smiled. "Ooh, right. Sure, maybe I'll see you later then?" He said as he climbed out of the car.

"Yeah, maybe," Joey replied. After another awkward pause Joey pulled back into the traffic. "Fuck that was weird." Joey muttered.

After a mile or so Joey pulled into a secluded alley and parked. He looked in the rear-view, "You fucking little devil, yeah he's a friend, but I don't give a fuck."

Walking around the back of the car, he popped the truck. With a grin he started to pull off his clothes; throwing them in the trunk. He snorted a laugh and reached in pulling out a fleshy muscular form. He held up something that resembled a face; Marco's face. "Sorry buddy, but you've got the body I've always wanted."

Dropping the fleshy suit to the floor Joey sat on the bumper and started pushing his feet into Marco's mouth. Inch by inch he pulled the suit up his body; his arms once inside found their way down into his friends. He wobbled on his feet getting used to his new height before finally pulling Marco's face over his own.

Marco shook his head, and groaned. He stumbled and reached out for the car before resting on the bumper. He held his head and dry retched, he groaned again and looked up at the sky taking deep breaths. "Oh brother, fuck these memories are mixed up."

Marco pulled on his shorts, and stepped into his flip-flops. He walked around the car and stared at his reflection in a mirror. "Oh fuck Marco, you are so fucked up. Or should I say Chris."

Marco winced, and buckled collapsing to the floor. He cried out in pain as his muscles tensed. He groaned and finally relaxed. "I guess there's no going back now," Marco muttered to himself.

Marco got to his feet and rested on the car. "So you've got some tricks Chris, got inside my brother Marco huh?" He chuckled, "And you were planning to put your friend into me? Guess I fucked up that plan huh?"

"Now I know how to do it as well, so lets see if making you into a suit lets me do it too."

As if on demand, a side door opened. A young guy stepped into the doorway and shouted back into the building, "Fuck it, I don't give a shit. I've been working for two hours." "I don't give a fuck about your schedule, you can't do it without me. Just remember who you're talking to." "Yeah, like you'll get someone else, that'll screw up your magazine shoot. I'm the fucking supermodel, and I'll be back when I feel like it."

He slammed the door and leaned up against the wall. "What the fuck are you looking at?" He growled at Marco.

"An opportunity," Marco replied and strode over to the model.

"Don't fucking touch me man, I've got security."

Marco looked him up and down; an angelic face, lithe body with immaculate clothes. "You'll do," Marco concluded and rushed forward easily subduing the teenager. Pinning the model against the wall, Marco started to push his substantial body forward.

The model started to wake, murmuring something. He started to writhe under Marco's weight. "Uuh, yeah," the model whispered, "this feels so good."

Marco, still unsure if he'd inherited Chris's powers pushed harder. The model whimpered as Marco smothered him. Then something gave way, and Marco felt himself sliding inside the model's body. "Fuck this is working," Marco muttered, "this is working." Marco growled again, "It's fu--" and then his voice changed, "--cking WORKED!"

The model held his head, "Fucking worked." His eyes shot left and right, "Craig. Craig Jennings. Supermodel. Fuck, 10Gs a shoot." He turned looked around pulling at his expensive jacket, feeling his new body through his clothes. "Shit this going to be so much fun."

The door opened again and a young man looked over. "You OK to continue Mr. Jennings?"

Craig pulled at his jacket and pushed a hand through his hair. "Yeah, lets get this shit finished, I've go things to do."

Marco adopted Craig's arrogant persona like it was his own and strutted back inside. "Yeah, plenty to do later."