"Hey! Ready for a road trip?" I exclaimed as I found him curling some weights in his bedroom.
Chris looked surprised, "What?"
"Chris, my man, I've got it all planned. We're heading for Vegas! We can head over there today, hit the casino tonight and party on Saturday!"
"Bro', I've only got $80--tops."
I unrolled the bills, "And this," I said with a laugh.
"Shit! Where did you get that?"
"Been saving, dad stumped up some cash he owed me for chores," I lied.
"Damn, you are one lucky son of a bitch."
I tipped my chin. "What can I say? Who can refuse a cutie like me?"
Chris gave me a friendly punch, then hugged me. "Weekend to remember bro'."
"So what are you waiting for you jerk, get packing!"
As Chris started collecting together his clothes, I sat on his bench and picked up some weights. Grant was strong, even more so than Chris.
I started some curls enjoying the weight of his body and the way it performed. As the reps continued, I felt the tightness in his arms, the burn. As I pulled the last few curls, I glanced at my new biceps, I was impressed with the way they swelled. One last squeeze, and I dropped them to the floor. I rested for a moment before sitting up, Grant's chest was equally impressive for somebody of his height.
"Ready?" Chris called from the door.
He was standing there, a large duffle bag over his shoulder. "You know we're only going for a few days," I said.
"Options, my friend, who knows what awaits."
I smiled, it was true, he had no idea what was going to happen. One thing for sure, it was going to change his life.
Getting to my feet, I checked myself out in Chris' mirror. Lifting my shirt, I tensed and flexed my abs, twisting this way and that to see all the angles. Chris joined me and started to pose as well, it escalated into a competition.
It was curious, as his father I'd never experienced this closeness, even though we had the same interests.
I jabbed him in the side, and he gasped. "Come on, let's hit the road." Chris grabbed his bag and we headed downstairs. Claire was in the kitchen.
"Mom," Chris said giving me a sidelong look, "I'm going over to Grant's--for a couple of days, do a bit of gym stuff you know."
"Oh," Claire said sounding surprised. She looked over at me and I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, OK, well enjoy yourselves and behave yourself," she added.
Chris walked out and I followed with Claire. I jumped when she squeezed my ass, she leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Look after him, hope this crazy idea of yours works."
"So do I," I replied and caught Chris up as he was throwing his bag onto the back seat. I climbed into my Dodge pickup, settling into the seat as Chris joined me. "Ready?" He nodded, and we left, heading west.
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The journey--a couple of hours--just flew past. It was the sort of road trip I'd always hoped for with Chris, but of course it wasn't. He thought he was with his best friend, the friend I had taken against his will. A pang of guilt knotted in my stomach, I hated to lie to my son, but I felt it was the only way I could teach him the skills he'd inherited.
As the journey continued, I asked him who he admired or inspired him. He gave me a strange look, but I reeled off a few names from Grant's memory--fitness models from Instagram. He added some more and showed me their pages.
"Shit, they are so ripped," I said. "Do you ever wish you could be like them?"
He blushed a little, "I wish I could have a ripped body like them--I mean like now, without all the hard work."
*Perfect* I thought to myself. "Like swap with them?"
"I guess," he replied, a thoughtful look crossed his face.
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We parked in the hotel's underground lot and grabbed the bags before catching the elevator. "I've got this figured out, just go with it Ok?"
"What?" Chris asked just as the doors slid open.
I walked over to reception and dropped my bags. The man in a crisp burgundy uniform looked at me with tired eyes.
"We're with the Frat party; Alpha, Sigm--"
"Oh, yes," the man sighed losing interest, "seventh floor."
I looked over at Chris and smiled. "What floor is the gym on?"
"Twelfth."
"And the bar?"
"Also on the twelfth," he answered abruptly.
I thanked him and headed for the elevator again. Chris looked at me, then back at the reception desk. He trotted after me and asked about rooms. "We don't need rooms for the moment, we'll check with them later. They always have better deals after nine."
Chris seemed to accept my excuse and we headed up to the twelfth floor. "What was all that about the frat?"
"These places always have frat parties at the weekends, thought we could tag onto one tomorrow," I replied. Chris looked confused and shook his head.
When the elevator doors opened again, I gave my bag to Chris. "You wait in the bar, get yourself a drink. I'll be back in a while, just promise me you won't freak out OK?"
"What? Freak out why?"
"Just promise, keep an open mind."
He shrugged, "Whatever."
I left him and headed for the gym. Inside I started to look for a suitable candidate for Chris to learn the art. It was early afternoon. There were a few who were doing cardio, but nothing suitable. My luck changed when a built guy left the lockers. His arms and shoulders on his hoody were tight, this was my best shot.
Glancing around, I saw nobody. As he headed for the door--gym bag in hand, I followed him. He was a lot bigger than Grant, but it wasn't a problem. I could easily double up, there was no need for me to vacate his body.
With a couple more steps I was right behind him. I had no time to enjoy pushing into his body, this had to be quick and precise--something I'd learnt and planned to pass onto Chris.
I slipped straight through his clothes and into his body and mind. I stopped to take a breath, turning I picked up Grant's clothes stuffing them into my bag and left to find Chris.
Chris was at a high table, I ordered myself a drink and joined him. "Hey," I said in a deep baritone, "my name's Tay." Chris looked around, I could see he was nervous. "Your friend, Grant, he told you not to freak out right?"
He looked at me, "Yeah."
"So don't," I said sipping at my drink. I leaned towards him, emphasising my thick biceps and shoulders. "I know your name is Chris, I know everything about you." I went on to reel out his address, school and described his room.
"Who are you, how do you know that?"
"Grant said not to Freak out right? Trust me, come with me." I already knew Tay was travelling alone, he was meeting his girlfriend tomorrow. I finished my drink and got to my feet. "Bring the bags."
Chris followed me to Tay's room on the eighth. I closed the door behind him, and we dropped our bags. "This is going to sound weird," I told Chris. "You spoke to Grant about admiring some of the fitness models on Instagram." Chris said nothing, he just listened, eyes wide. "You said you wished you could be like them, but without the hassle of working out." He nodded slowly. "Well I'm actually Grant, I can do just that. I can get inside people, act like them, be like them. For as long as I like."
"This has got to be a joke. Where's Grant, you pranking me right?"
"Seriously bro' it's me."
"Prove it!"
I smiled, I pulled off my hoody and shirt. I caressed my torso feeling the weight of my chest and laid on the bed.
I looked at the ceiling, inside Tay's mind I pushed hard, squeezed and shut it down. It wouldn't be active anytime soon. I let out a low groan, and pulled myself free of Tay's body. I stood there once again as Grant, completely naked. I blushed, Grant's embarrassment as I rifled through the gym bag and pulled on some shorts--Tay's.
Chris stumbled backwards. "I told you not to freak out," I said.
"How the hell did you do that. Shit!"
I held up my hands, "Calm down, I've been able to do it for a while. I brought you here so I could show you how to do it as well."
"Show me?" Chris stuttered. "Can anyone do it?"
I shrugged, as far as I knew only our blood line could do this trick.
He looked over at Tay, who was staring vacantly into thin air. "Is he OK?"
"Yeah, I sort of put his mind to sleep so you could practice on him in your own time."
"You mean I'm going to be him?"
"Chris, you can be anyone you want once you know how to do it."
Nervously Chris approached Tay. He looked into his eyes, Tay's eyes remained still. He reached out and touched the man's chest, Tay never moved. "Cool ink," Chris murmured tracing the words one by one. He looked back at me, "So how does this work?"
I rolled Tay onto his front, and pulled his arms above his head, his broad back expanded. "We'll start off with the easy stuff," I told him.
-- END OF PART THREE
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