*Read part one, part two and part three here*
Garrett called again, and I pulled myself from Davy's memories and the thought of what Marcus may have got up to in his son's body.Pulling the teenagers face from my own I reseated the suit back on the stand and returned to the other room.
I was surprised to see Jacob slouched. Even more surprised to see the teenager standing behind him with both hands on his broad back. As I cautiously approached, the smell something burnt accosted my nostrils. In Jacob's right hand was a pen, his name signed on a parchment.
"He signed then?" I asked.
"Yes, he did, willingly," the teenager replied. "Take a seat Jason." I sat feeling very nervous. "You understand what you're giving up?"
"Yes, everything, to be Jacob, and you'll guarantee me success," I told him.
"Good," he added, walking up behind me. I began to feel hot as Garrett pushed a similar parchment towards me. The teenager massaged my shoulders and I felt him trace his hands up my neck. He paused and moved his hands to my face. "I'm going to enjoy pulling on your body and becoming Jason Emmett Arquette. You're a smart kid, people listen to you, trust you."
I closed my eyes trying to block out his words, but his breath on the back of neck only re-enforced them. Opening my eyes I signed the parchment.
A roar of air rushed past my ears, my head was caught in the gales and buffeted from side to side. Dazed I looked down at my arms, I tried to gasp as my skin blistered and flecked away but I couldn't breath. The teen's hands burnt against my face and I tried to pull myself free, but his grasp was strong. He jerked my head, once, twice and the roar of the storm only grew.
Gulping for air, I closed my eyes as I felt myself being lifted. I looked, and saw my body slumped across the table. The rush of air only increased in ferocity as I was pulled left and right like a toy. Garrett seemed oblivious of my peril as I was forced in the direction of Jacob. With his shirt pulled up, and his head resting on his hands his back was spread wide. The air whipped me back and forth as I accelerated towards the lifeless body of the man below. I cried out in silence, as I was thrust into Jacob's ebony shell.
Silence, so abrupt it made my ears ring. I took some breaths, long and deep; I felt the tightness of chest against the fabric of my shirt. I didn't move, fear held me fast. My mind was screaming, and then--I need to pick up some milk on the way home--a completely alien thought.
I stretched my fingers--one at a time, then clawed at the table. I heard a noise, a zipper and a buckle being fastened. Slowly I pushed myself upright, Garrett was watching me--head tipped to the side. "You in there?" he asked.
Groaning a reply was all I muster as I watched thick strong arms move to my will. I looked again, a young man no more than nineteen was fixing his pants. His handsome face smiled at me, and I smiled back. Needles pricked there way through my mind, and I shook my head. "Fuck!" I growled, a deep gravelly sound. Then it became crystal clear, not only my own memories but Jacob's as well.
I jerked and remembered the words whispered to me. It was my old body, my old existence. To his side was the skin of the teenager that had been standing behind me; discarded on the floor. His smile widened, unnaturally wide. He sensuously stroked what used to be my torso; it seemed to resist, distending into awkward shapes of something much larger and muscular below its surface. As he continued, the odd swellings subsided restoring my original physique. The only remaining protrusion was in the crotch of my old body, tenting my expensive pants. "Like I said, it was great becoming you," he told me as he pulled on my shirt. "Nothing like taking a fresh warm body," he let out a grunt, "always makes me hard."
He sat at the table and gestured at the contracts Garrett held. Acrid smoke encircled them, and the vanished from his hands. "So," he looked at me and raised an eyebrow, "I guess you work for me now?"
I was confused. "What?" I asked.
"Well, it's *my* business plan right? Ask anyone and they'll tell you it was written by Jason Arquette. And you, Jacob just work for me--that's correct isn't it?"
I slammed my hands on the table and shot to my feet. "You son of a bitch, you know that's my business plan."
He smirked. "Sit down, I'm jerking your chain. Why would I be interested in your little project?"
Catching my breath, and my temper I sat down again. "Sign it over to me," I demanded.
"It's done," Jason replied with little interest as toyed with the swelling in his pants. I looked at Garrett who nodded. "I'm bored now, and I have a new toy to play with," he told us and grinned. "In fact I think I'll go see Sarah," he sucked on his lip, "my girlfriend. I'm sure I can persuade her to help me out with this." He pushed the heel of his hand into his groin, "Uhh, yeah."
I said nothing as I watched him leave. That part of my life was over now.
Garrett picked up the discarded suit and I followed him into the other room. "You were wise not to argue," he muttered. "Forget that, how do you feel--Jacob?"
I flexed and stretched, "Feels natural, like I've had it all my life." I paused, for a moment and pulled at my lip and skin expecting it to react like the suit, but it only hurt.
"There's no turning back now, they can't even cut you out," he said with a chuckle as he placed the teenagers skin back on the stand.
"There's still one more thing I need to try," I told him as I unbuttoned my shirt.
I looked in the mirrors, pleased with my new physique.
Returning to the gym equipment I laid back on the bench and gripped the bar. I looked to the left and right at the weights; I knew in my old body I'd struggle to lift the bar. But Jacob's mind was telling me this would be easy.
Taking a couple of breaths, I pushed against the bar. It rose into the air, with hardly a struggle. I completed another six reps and watched as Garrett moved to my head to spot me. I slowed. "One more push," Garrett said encouraging me. I complied and returned the bar to the stand.
"Fucking perfect," I growled.
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Two months later I'd taken Jacob's exams and passed them easily. It was a perfect partnership, my brains blended with is body.
With my new qualifications married together with Jacob's contacts and natural charisma my client base ballooned. Soon I was making good money. I convinced myself that it was all my hard work, but something told me that I had help.
By late August I'd moved to a new house, and my partner and my little girl moved back in. It was an amazing moment. My partner Rosie told me how smart and sexy I looked, I didn't need a second hint and got her parents to look after my little bae. I spent no time waiting and lifted Rosie onto the table, we pulled each others clothes off and explored each others body. I slid my thick hard member inside her and we moaned together. She arched her back as I start to roll my hips, she wrapped her legs around my waist and rose up to kiss me. I lifted her effortlessly, with my hard dick still inside her I walked to the bedroom and kicked the door closed.
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In April the following year, I had a business to be proud of. I owned two gyms, and had twelve people working for me. Although I put a lot of hard work into the client base, I never ignore my own body and through hard work I grew that as well.
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