Seanday Flex: To Be, Twice again

You see I've working Duncan from the inside for the past six months. He's half my age, not very smart--a typical jock some would say, but his physique and strength surpass anything I've seen in a while. When I contacted him through his Instagram account suggesting I was interested in sponsoring him, he took the bait.

We met at a hotel for dinner a few days later, unfortunately he brought a friend with him--Toby. So I went through the motions, we talked about the sponsorship I was offering--even though it was fictitious, and I just planned to supplement Duncan's income to make my existence in his body more comfortable.

All through the meal, I kept an eye on Toby. He was just as built as Duncan, but short giving him squat appearance--like a bulldog. He did have one redeeming feature, he looked young even through the scruffy beard he was desperately trying to grow.

So not unsurprisingly Duncan agreed to my offer, and I asked him if he would sign the contract tonight. He looked at Toby and he nodded.

I told him the contract was in my room, and it would helpful if he'd come with me to sign it--he agreed. Toby asked if he should come along as well, I said we'd be back in a ten minutes or so and he should wait for us in the bar--there was a tab open. This seemed to interest him and we left in different directions.

Lets not go into the details of how I rendered the jock unconscious, only that it was hard work lifting him onto the bed. What I relished more was slowly unwrapping his body. The expensive dress shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and silk underwear. I touched his pecs as the slowly moved, none of his pictures did him justice.

Shucking my clothes, I couldn't wait anymore. The thought of being nineteen again, back at university was just too much. I climbed on the bed and aligned myself atop his body, my excitement grew as I leaned back feeling his pecs on my back and his breath on my neck.

I closed my eyes and muttered the incantation. I felt Duncan shift underneath me, feeling his warmness surround me as a familiar sinking sensation told me it was working.

When the sinking had stopped, I waited. Then the sensation of pins and needles shot through my body as I became one with Duncan.

I gasped, and coughed sitting up, resting my hands on the huge thighs of an athlete. An unfamiliar tightness surrounded me, but I liked it. I looked down at Duncan's chest rise and fall as it partially obscured what was in my lap. Glancing left and right I had to admire the broad shoulders even though I was hunched forward were still impressive, much like the muscular arms hung from them. Clearing my throat, I straightened my back, and smiled as my new chest expended further to hide my lower torso completely. Leaning forward, I saw Duncan's package from a new perspective. It was thick and long, engorged with blood--evidence of my excitement of being a teenager again, but being Duncan.

Slinging my feet over the edge of the bed I got to my feet and strutted over to the mirror--Duncan wasn't complicated, it had only taken a second or two for me to slip on his personality and confidence like an expensive jacket. I smiled at the reflection turning left and right to see as much as I could. I jerked my dick a couple of times and shivers skated down my spine. Yeah, I was Duncan, and I knew this was going to be a long term arrangement.

As I pulled on Duncan's clothes again I remembered Toby. Jeez, Duncan was so dense at times. I remembered Toby watching him all the time, like a kid in a candy shop, but not allowed to touch. I was already inside Duncan's mind--simple as it was--so I was able to recognise his approaches and what the sidelong glances meant. I chuckled, "Oh Duncan, you've had it on a plate for so long and you never realised."

Fully dressed I glanced in the mirror, I looked no different to the simple jock that had walked into the room ten minutes earlier although now I was in control of his life.

On the table I signed the contract and a second copy--with Duncan's signature. Sealing it in an envelope addressed to a local postbox--my connection to my old life. I cleared the room, dumping my old clothes and returned to reception. In the elevator I admired myself in its mirrored walls, and grinned. As we passed first, I pulled Duncan's persona tightly around myself and sunk deeper into a psyche. The grin faded, my eyebrows peeked a little and Duncan's vaguely confused expression returned.

At the reception desk I handed them the envelope, asking them to post it for me. I then made my way to the bar to meet with Toby. I found him at a table with two empty shot glasses in front of him.

I slumped in the luxurious leather armchair opposite resting my hands on the arms. I already knew how to work Duncan's body for maximum effect as the dress shirt struggled to keep my biceps and chest contained. Toby just sat there for a moment, his mouth open, his eyes flicking across my various body parts. After a moment I wave my hand in front of his face. "Hello? Earth to Toby, what about a drink?"

"Sorry Dunc," he spluttered. I waved at a passing waiter and ordered me a shot, and another for himself. "Did you get it signed? The contract?"

"I did, and it's easy money," I replied.

"Fuck man you are so lucky."

I laughed. "You wouldn't believe how lucky I feel right now."

"So where is the guy?"

"He had to leave on an emergency or something," I told him. "Said he'd booked the room for the night, and if we wanted could enjoy ourselves and use the room."

"You're kidding is he like rich or something?"

"Or something I guess. I say we get slaughtered, and then sleep it off. Leave tomorrow. He's left an open tab and we don't have to pay for anything."

Toby leaned forward emphasising his bulky body. "So lets get slaughtered," he said with a grin. As the night continued, Toby got more drunk and more relaxed. I was limiting my intake, but I was able to recognise his flirting and double-entendres, and encouraged him.

By one in the morning the bar was closing so we made our way back to the room. When Toby saw the single double bed, and looked at me. "I'll sleep on the floor," he muttered.

II said nothing, and pulled off all my clothes. His eyes popped when he saw me completely naked. "Look, Toby. I know you're bisexual, and I now realise why you're always there for me," I said and Toby blushed.

"But I'm OK with that," I explained and sat on the edge of the bed. "You know I'm straight right?" He nodded, and I jerked my dick a couple of times as bit began to get hard. "It doesn't mean to say that I won't make my buddy's dream come true."

He looked at me, and then at my dick. "Seriously? You're OK with that?"

I just smiled, "What else are friends for?" Needless to say, we both became real close, at least in private. Two weeks later Toby moved in, and he soon discovered "Duncan's" new found abilities--but that's a whole different ball game.