The young executive rolled over and looked at his partner; she looked perfect. He got out of bed carefully as not to wake her and went to get a glass of water.
He took a sip of water; he was a lucky man, he looked down at his naked body, and thought about his beautiful wife, wealth, and this great house. He walked to the far end of the house, the builders had left it in a mess again, but they’d soon be finished he thought to himself.
Walking over to the wall he leaned up against it, and then he started to groan and move his hips as if he was having sex with an invisible partner. The low groaning continued and gradually a large swelling started to appear across his back; the swelling continued and within minutes it started to take the shape of another man. With one final muted groan an older man separated, and pulled out of the back of the man.
The eyes of the young man darted from left to right watching the older man, fear evident in his eyes; but unable to move or make a sound. The older man flexed and stretched and looked out of the window at the huge garden. Walking over to the young guy the man whispered in his ear. “Nice place you have here, son. Since your mother left me and took all my money I didn’t think I’d survive but when you came over to visit me last week I couldn’t help myself.”
A call came from the kitchen “Cameron?” it was his son’s wife.
The father smiled and pushed back into his son. “Coming babe, just checking out the guest room” he replied in his son’s voice, he returned to the kitchen and kissed his wife – life was good.
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Alan pulled into the garage; it was in the outskirts of a small town. He had been driving for two days now, behind him was a life he hated; although a well paid job the pressures were high and he had little time to himself. When he was able to get home he came face to face with his long term girlfriend, although most of the time it seemed like a marriage from hell, instead of coming home to rest, she made demands on his time as well; there seemed like no escape. So after one last argument, he left in the clothes he was wearing and decided not to return.
But Alan was tired of his life and wanted a fresh start; he got out of his car to stretch his legs. There was a noise behind Alan which startled him, turning he saw this huge guy come around the corner carrying two tyres – “Hey, I’ll be with you in a minute” he said.
True to his word, the guy returned and handed Alan a soda. “Looked like you need it man,” he was right. They talked for an hour, apparently Joe was the owner of the garage and lived in the house round back, the town was small with a population of 300 or so and Joe’s idea of a rush job was to fix a puncture by the end of the week. It sounded like heaven to Alan, which was unfortunate for Joe.
Alan pulled out a gun and told Joe to go back to the workshop, Alan followed. They got to the workshop and Joe turned to face Alan. “Sorry,” murmured Alan as pulled the trigger. Joe was hit, but there wasn’t blood he looked down and there was a small dart sticking out of his pecs. Gasping; Joe started to collapse to the floor.
Alan had been working for a company that had been developing camouflage and concealment devices and this was Alan’s work. The serum would change a human into a bodysuit; it had been designed to enable trained soldiers to go into deep cover, infiltrating enemy lines without detection.
Already Joe had changed to a bodysuit, from what Joe had told him there was little chance of them being disturbed. Alan undressed Joe; boots, socks, overalls and a jock, his body was amazing. Alan undressed and had one final look at himself; walking over to Joe and pulled on his lifeless head.
Stretching open Joe’s mouth Alan started to climb into the heavy set body, the more he pulled on the skin the more he felt like Joe. Finally only Alan’s head remained of his previous life, he flexed and twisted Joe’s body his muscles were already taking cues from Alan own muscles, and they were performing flawlessly.
With one final gesture, Alan pulled Joe’s face over his own and then Alan was gone. Joe looked at his reflection, feeling his new face; he smiled as his bicep peaked as his hand felt his hair. Already Joe’s memories were becoming available to Alan as he started to get dressed. Looking at the clock Joe started to close up the garage, he would need to shower as he was seeing Mary-Jane tonight.
Alan’s previous life was already a distant memory as he explored his new heavy body in the shower...
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Damn, I can’t believe I’ve been thrown out of my apartment by my new landlord. My previous landlord was great, but when he disappeared his son took over and he was a real jerk. He was big as well, so he never had any problems.
I’d tried to find a place for the night but couldn’t so I went back to the landlord to see if I could stay for a couple more days. I walked up to his door and knocked. The door opened a crack; I shouted but there was no reply – I went in to see if everything was OK. I walked in and called out there was still no reply. It was then I stumbled upon my old landlord, I checked him over but sadly he had passed on, I think it was a heart attack. I called out for his son, and searched the house; then I found him in the bedroom asleep naked in a chair. I tried to wake him but as I pushed him his body collapsed in on itself; damn it was a suit. I couldn’t believe my old landlord was acting as his son and being so mean.
I knew his son was loaded, I guess the old man had planned to use this new persona and he had signed everything over. It was then I smiled, I had a plan and I knew it would work.
I examined the suit and figured out that the mouth would stretch enough to me to get inside. “Clever,” I said pulling on the suit was an amazing sensation; I looked in the mirror and the son was looking back; hell I even sounded like him.
“Fuck,” I said as I checked the room. It seemed the landlord had planned to be his son for a long time, there were closets of clothes, wallet, ID the full jock package. I pulled on some clothes; briefs, jeans and a black shirt. I picked up the phone and called 911, they came and took my “father” away, and I was obviously distraught.
Needless to say, after the shock of finding his father his “son” turned over a new leaf and became a great landlord for the rest of the tenants – and for me, I really started enjoying my new life.
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Cameron and Terry were running through the streets closely followed by three cops at 17yrs they were quicker than the cops but they were slowly catching up.
They jumped fences, ducked down alleys but the police were still on their tails. They jumped another fence, the police were shouting; there must have been around five giving chase now.
They came to a dead end, and the only exit was the back door to a house, they ran in and two builders turned and looked at Cameron and Terry.
Terry looked at Cameron and smiled, and without saying a word, they both ran at the builders and launched themselves into the air, each one aiming for the chest of a builder. Terry and Cameron hit them so hard they were knocked to the ground, but rather than ending up in a pile on the floor both Terry and Cameron were half way inside the two builders. Their legs wriggled as the parts of them already inside the builders pulled inside the bodies of the unfortunate builders. Their disguise complete they quickly got to their feet as the police ran into the room, Terry and Cameron confident in their disguises simply pointed at the other door, and the police ran out into the street. They congratulated each other with a high-5.
With the police still looking for them they decided to stay in the builders for a while, it wasn’t long before they had both gone upstairs and were showering together discovering their new bodies.
Alan pulled into the garage; it was in the outskirts of a small town. He had been driving for two days now, behind him was a life he hated; although a well paid job the pressures were high and he had little time to himself. When he was able to get home he came face to face with his long term girlfriend, although most of the time it seemed like a marriage from hell, instead of coming home to rest, she made demands on his time as well; there seemed like no escape. So after one last argument, he left in the clothes he was wearing and decided not to return.
But Alan was tired of his life and wanted a fresh start; he got out of his car to stretch his legs. There was a noise behind Alan which startled him, turning he saw this huge guy come around the corner carrying two tyres – “Hey, I’ll be with you in a minute” he said.
True to his word, the guy returned and handed Alan a soda. “Looked like you need it man,” he was right. They talked for an hour, apparently Joe was the owner of the garage and lived in the house round back, the town was small with a population of 300 or so and Joe’s idea of a rush job was to fix a puncture by the end of the week. It sounded like heaven to Alan, which was unfortunate for Joe.
Alan pulled out a gun and told Joe to go back to the workshop, Alan followed. They got to the workshop and Joe turned to face Alan. “Sorry,” murmured Alan as pulled the trigger. Joe was hit, but there wasn’t blood he looked down and there was a small dart sticking out of his pecs. Gasping; Joe started to collapse to the floor.
Alan had been working for a company that had been developing camouflage and concealment devices and this was Alan’s work. The serum would change a human into a bodysuit; it had been designed to enable trained soldiers to go into deep cover, infiltrating enemy lines without detection.
Already Joe had changed to a bodysuit, from what Joe had told him there was little chance of them being disturbed. Alan undressed Joe; boots, socks, overalls and a jock, his body was amazing. Alan undressed and had one final look at himself; walking over to Joe and pulled on his lifeless head.
Stretching open Joe’s mouth Alan started to climb into the heavy set body, the more he pulled on the skin the more he felt like Joe. Finally only Alan’s head remained of his previous life, he flexed and twisted Joe’s body his muscles were already taking cues from Alan own muscles, and they were performing flawlessly.
With one final gesture, Alan pulled Joe’s face over his own and then Alan was gone. Joe looked at his reflection, feeling his new face; he smiled as his bicep peaked as his hand felt his hair. Already Joe’s memories were becoming available to Alan as he started to get dressed. Looking at the clock Joe started to close up the garage, he would need to shower as he was seeing Mary-Jane tonight.
Alan’s previous life was already a distant memory as he explored his new heavy body in the shower...
Damn, I can’t believe I’ve been thrown out of my apartment by my new landlord. My previous landlord was great, but when he disappeared his son took over and he was a real jerk. He was big as well, so he never had any problems.
I’d tried to find a place for the night but couldn’t so I went back to the landlord to see if I could stay for a couple more days. I walked up to his door and knocked. The door opened a crack; I shouted but there was no reply – I went in to see if everything was OK. I walked in and called out there was still no reply. It was then I stumbled upon my old landlord, I checked him over but sadly he had passed on, I think it was a heart attack. I called out for his son, and searched the house; then I found him in the bedroom asleep naked in a chair. I tried to wake him but as I pushed him his body collapsed in on itself; damn it was a suit. I couldn’t believe my old landlord was acting as his son and being so mean.
I knew his son was loaded, I guess the old man had planned to use this new persona and he had signed everything over. It was then I smiled, I had a plan and I knew it would work.
I examined the suit and figured out that the mouth would stretch enough to me to get inside. “Clever,” I said pulling on the suit was an amazing sensation; I looked in the mirror and the son was looking back; hell I even sounded like him.
“Fuck,” I said as I checked the room. It seemed the landlord had planned to be his son for a long time, there were closets of clothes, wallet, ID the full jock package. I pulled on some clothes; briefs, jeans and a black shirt. I picked up the phone and called 911, they came and took my “father” away, and I was obviously distraught.
Needless to say, after the shock of finding his father his “son” turned over a new leaf and became a great landlord for the rest of the tenants – and for me, I really started enjoying my new life.
---
Cameron and Terry were running through the streets closely followed by three cops at 17yrs they were quicker than the cops but they were slowly catching up.
They jumped fences, ducked down alleys but the police were still on their tails. They jumped another fence, the police were shouting; there must have been around five giving chase now.
They came to a dead end, and the only exit was the back door to a house, they ran in and two builders turned and looked at Cameron and Terry.
Terry looked at Cameron and smiled, and without saying a word, they both ran at the builders and launched themselves into the air, each one aiming for the chest of a builder. Terry and Cameron hit them so hard they were knocked to the ground, but rather than ending up in a pile on the floor both Terry and Cameron were half way inside the two builders. Their legs wriggled as the parts of them already inside the builders pulled inside the bodies of the unfortunate builders. Their disguise complete they quickly got to their feet as the police ran into the room, Terry and Cameron confident in their disguises simply pointed at the other door, and the police ran out into the street. They congratulated each other with a high-5.
With the police still looking for them they decided to stay in the builders for a while, it wasn’t long before they had both gone upstairs and were showering together discovering their new bodies.
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