Marc was an amazing find. I sat back and enjoyed the way his body performed for me. I still couldn't believe how big he was; six foot two, at least.
I'd captured him late at night, on his way home from a date. Once I was inside I understood why it had been so easy. He relied on his size, not expecting anyone stupid enough to tackle him. I laughed, he'd never met anyone like me before, able to possess people and stupid.
Flexing, I wanted to show off my new body. My friends knew what I could do, so I thought I'd go find someone; fuck around with their heads.
Going through Marc's clothes I pulled on a blue shirt, struggling with it tightness across my arms and shoulders. I knew that's the way he liked them; he'd trained hard for many years, why not show off what you've got? Best of all it was mine now, and I wasn't planning on giving it back any time soon.
I walked to a fiends gym; Tony always went there on Sundays. When I walked through to the weight room, I kept cool. One by one people looked over, I smiled and nodded. Marc was a friendly guy and I needed to let people think nothing was wrong.
Someone called me, I quickly raced through Marc's memories. "Hey Daniel," I said and flexed for him as he took a picture.
He walked over and slapped me on the back. "How's it going? Damn you look bigger every time I see you," he told me. I blushed, Daniel was a long term friend. I recalled their friendship, they'd met at a Marc's first contest, and they'd been workout buddies on and off over the past four years.
I laughed. "Everybody's bigger than you," I replied
"Fuck you," Daniel replied and stood next to me. "I swear you're getting taller."
"Or you're getting shorter," I said laughing.
"Look, I gotta shoot. I've got to pick up some groceries. I'll be back later if you're still around," he said and slapped my ass as he left.
Walking over to Tony I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Can we talk? Somewhere private."
He dropped the weights and wiped his face with his t-shirt. "Why?"
"Just come with me, or I'll break your scrawny neck," I growled under my breath. He got to his feet, and I wrapped a heavy arm around his shoulder and led him out back. "You're not going to fucking believe this," I whispered.
Pulling him through the door of the staff room, I locked it behind me. His eyes were wide, "What--" he stuttered, "what do you want with me?"
I flexed, feeling the tightness of my shirt, grinning I pulled it off and showed off my body to Tony. "You like it?"
"Amazing," Tony replied, his mouth gaping. "Is that what you wanted to show me?"
I laughed. "No, you idiot it's me--Kris," I told him.
He paused, taking it in. "Stop fucking with me," he muttered and pushed past me. "I've got things to do."
"It's me, I'm telling you," I said grabbing his arm.
"You're lying."
"Look it's me, Kris Wakefield," I said with a growl losing my tempter.
"OK, if you say so. Now let me go," he muttered pulling his arm free.
"Yo still don't believe me do you," I asked.
He looked at me. "My mate Kris overpowering a guy like you and then getting inside your body. Really? Does it sound possible to you?"
"Fuck it," I groaned. "I'll prove it, stand back."
I laid on the floor--face down. "I'll fucking prove it," I muttered to myself.
Concentrating on Marc's body, I focused on the floor tiles in front of my nose and closed my eyes. I thought about my arms and legs, swathed in thick, strong muscle--Marc's body. I refocused my mind, not on Marc's body, but my own. I started to push against his thick heavy torso; struggling as Marc's body desperately tried to hold on to my existence. I twisted again, and felt the cool air of the locker room against my own back. With my arms clear of Marc's I pressed down on the inside of his pec's and surfaced from the giants back.
Groggily I looked around the room; a pile of clothes, bare feet in front of me. I frowned and peered up; Tony was looking down at me with a pitiful look on his face. I didn't see his foot as it caught me hard across the shoulder sending my sliding backwards crashing against the wall.
I gasped and watched helplessly as Tony climbed onto Marc's back aligning himself with the giant's limbs. "Stop! You can't he's mine!" I managed to yell.
It was too late, Tony was already sinking into Marc as I got to my feet. Racing over, I pawed at Marc's back trying to get a grip on Tony. My hands disappeared into his back but I couldn't get a hold of Tony. Marc's back tightened around my wrists, and I pulled them free.
I stepped back, I could see the outline of Tony body writhing inside Marc's body; his shoulders distending Marc's already massive back. I shook my head, it looked like it was humping the giant from the inside--then I realised, Tony was going in deep. Not just a possession of his body, but pushing deeper, becoming the very core of his being.
Any movement inside Marc subsided, and without warning got to his feet. "Get the fuck out of him, he's mine," I repeated. "Get out!" I shouted, but Marc's remained impassive, his eyes focused somewhere in the distance. Circling him I could see no signs of any physical invasion, I ran my hand across his back seeing if there was any weak spots that would allow me access. I found a spot, lower back on the right. Marc was rejecting my intrusion, but I was able to get a few fingers in; then he jerked and twisted turning towards me.
"Nice try," Marc said with a grin. "But I'm in so deep now, you'll never find me."
His eyes were bright and alert, just like the times I'd starred in the mirror from behind the giant's face. "How did you do that? You don't have the power."
"I listened carefully, asked you questions when you told me what you could do. I knew it was you when you dragged me in here," he said.
"Then why didn't you say you believed me?"
"You're so stupid, Marc thinks so too. He was telling you it was a trap, but you were too wound up trying to prove who you were to me. I just wanted you out of his body; make it vacant. I was just too easy."
"You fucker! You knew all the time!"
"You told me that after you'd pulled out of someone, it was really easy to push back in even after a while. I wasn't going to give up the chance, as soon as you'd got out I saw my chance to take his body." He reaches out and poses grinning at me, "Ta-da, and here I am."
There was nothing more I could say as he left the room with a confident swagger.
He started to leave. "Hey, what am I meant to do now?" I asked.
"Don't give a fuck," he called over his shoulder.
Through the gap in the door I watched the giant leave the gym, no doubt to return to his apartment and gloat or jerk off in Marc--my body!
Sitting on a bench, I tried to convince myself that I'd find someone else. It wasn't working, I really only had eyes for Marc.
Damn, Tony had buried himself so deep I couldn't even reach him. There had to be a way, if he was weakened, or unconscious maybe I could get inside Marc as well and get Tony out that way. But I knew Marc was too strong, although his overconfidence of never being at risk may rub off on Tony in time.
From the gym I heard a call. "Marc, you still in here?" It was Daniel, from Marc's fading memories I remembered they were good friends--real close. "Marc!" he called again.
Poking my head around the door I replied, "I think he's in here!" Daniel turned and walked in my direction, and I ducked back inside, hiding behind the door.
The door swung open, and Daniel wandered in. "Marc you in here?"
I took my chance and ran at him, knocking him to the ground. He maybe short, but he was strong and powerful. I jumped on his back, and he bucked this way and that trying to throw me, but I hung on dearly.
We struggled, I impressed myself managing to keep him on the floor, but I sensed he was tiring. I pulled at his shirt managing to get it over his face, taking some breaths I pushed my hands against his back. He let out a groan, as my hands slipped inside and finally relaxed.
Panting hard, I started to catch my breath. I glanced down at my hands, they were inside Daniel; halfway up my forearms. It was all I needed to get control, but I wasn't finished. First time inside a new body was hard work, wriggling up close to Daniel I pushed my hands in further; past his biceps and into his hands.
This felt good, felt good to be strong again as I flexed my new arms. With only my arms inside I grabbed his torso, and we sat upright. I shuffled backwards until my back was against the wall. Using his own hands, I started to pull his trainers and pants off. My skin touched his, he sat between my legs; the top of his head touching my nose. Even now I had to admire his body.
I started to twist and squeeze into Daniel's body; through his strong shoulders and strong trunk. Lifting my legs and waist I pulled him backwards merging into his shorter frame. I took another breath, the only part of me remaining was my head. Using his hands, I held steady as I pushed inside.
Groaning, I pulled the shirt back over my head. Looking around I realised I needed to dressed. On my feet, Daniel's new perspective gave me a head rush. At 5'6" everything looked bigger. I took a gulp of air as his memories wrapped around me tightly; fuck he was smart.
Pulling on the rest of my clothes I performed a closer inspection of myself in the mirror. Short, but strong and very intelligent; attributes I'd need to get Marc back.
I smiled, a memory had just surfaced. Daniel had negotiated a sponsorship deal for Marc, that's why he was trying to find him. It would appear that there'd be a lot of travelling and staying in hotels--just the two of them.
Damn, this was going to work out, I felt for sure. I heard Daniel's voice in my head--working for me. "It's a months tour," he told me, "don't rush it, he's going to be suspicious of everyone. Use me, be me; let him relax, and then take him out."
He was smart, and I would be listening to him. As I walked out one of the staff asked me if I'd found Marc. "No, but I know where to find him," I replied in Daniel's voice.
In my pickup outside I looked at my reflection in the rear-view. "OK, Daniel Luke Mathewson, lets get this show on the road." I started the engine and headed out towards Marc's apartment.
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