"It's quite simple James, you gave us complete control over the marketing."
"The Instagram account, Facebook and you tell me where to be for the meet and greets."
"Yes, everything. We have professionals that will make sure everything runs smoothly with the 18 month contract you've selected."
"OK, I understand that, but this talks about *a stand in*?"
Andreas shuffled his paperwork, looking a little impatient. "James, you're one of our special clients. There are a lot of up and coming young bodybuilders seeking sponsorships. We saw something in you, that little spark that put you above the others. This is what needs to be cultivated carefully."
"I appreciate that Sir. I've very grateful that you've selected me, but I would just like clarification."
"This team has looked after many big names, you can trust us to ensure your professions and personal lifestyles are managed throughout the term."
There was silence for a moment, Andreas could see the wheels turning in James' mind. He came from good stock, a wealth family that was happy to support him in whatever he chose to do, but he wasn't that smart.
"Professional--and personal?"
Andreas sighed, this was becoming tiresome. "Yes, we believe they are one and same. A *embarrassment* shall we say in your personal life can adversely affect profits and followers in your professional role."
"Makes sense, I guess," James reluctantly agreed.
"Let me just confirm some details with you. You're nineteen?"
"Yes."
"Have your own vehicle?"
"Yeah, F-150 SVT Lightning in black."
"Excellent," Andreas smiled, "that will help the stats on Instagram. Do you have a partner?"
James blushed a little, "Not at the moment."
"Not to worry, we can fix that for you as well."
"Really? Sweet."
"I see the $25k has been transferred successfully. When do you want to start?"
James shrugged, "Now?"
"That soon? Let me check before I can confirm that with you." Andreas checked on the calendar on his tablet, and moved some entries around. "I just need to talk to one of the operators, I'll be right back."
James watched as Andreas left the room. He sat there in silence, flexing his biceps and pulling at the t-shirt nervously.
A few minutes later Andreas returned. "Good news, we can start today. I've pulled some strings and I'm going to be your agent for the first six months to ramp up your profile. Are you ready to get started?"
"Certainly am sir, can't wait."
"Neither can I James." Andreas pointed to a curtain. "Behind there you'll find a table, if you'd kindly undress and lay on the table I'll be with you in a moment."
Andreas left the room again. James was more than a little confused, but walked over and looked around the curtain and sighed. There was massage table set up, with one of those doughnut headrests you could look through.
James threw his BB cap onto a chair and started to pull off his shirt, black pants, carefully folding them and placing them on the chair. Picking up a towel he laid face down on the table looking through hole in the headrest and placed the towel across his waist.
A few moments later, he hear Andreas return. Looking at the floor James could see Andreas' trainers; he kicked them off. Followed my his socks. James was more than a little worried when he saw Andreas' shirt drop to the floor as well.
"What are you doing?" James asked trying to push himself up.
But Andreas pushed him back to the table. "Just relax, its part of the process."
James felt uneasy and when Andreas dropped what was left of his clothes, James tried to get up again. "I'm not happy with this," he bleated.
"James, please relax. We're at the start of the process, this is something new to you. Trust me, it'll all be over with in a few minutes."
James tried to relax when he felt a pinch to the back of his neck. "What was that?" he demanded.
Andreas said nothing and James began to feel the tightness and stress flow from his body. *This feels good*, he thought to himself.
The feeling of relaxation ended abruptly as James felt a weight on his back. The table beneath him creaked as the pressure continued down his legs, then his arms.
He felt the tickle of a coarse beard on his neck, then Andreas' voice as he whispered in his ear. "I'm honoured to be your agent James. I feel it's going to be a worthwhile partnership between us. This might pinch a little, but rest assured when you resurface in six months your life will have changed--for the better."
James felt the pressure increase, a sharp pain cut through him, from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine. He'd gasp if he could, then another cut across the length of his shoulders. He felt his shoulders, arms and back pull back. Andreas was moving all the time and as he did, James began to feel the pressure move from his back to the inside of his body.
By this time James could only describe the feeling as an invasion. His body was much larger than Andreas, but still not big enough to host Andreas as well. James managed a barely audible whimper as the older man pushed his own arms and legs into James'.
The nineteen year olds muscular body attempted to reject the invader, but Andreas started to phase into James' bone and muscle reducing the tightness within his legs and arms.
Andreas slipped gracefully into James' broad back. The teenager felt lost and confused as he pushed his head inside. James' features shifted as Andreas' face pushed into relief as he took command of the teenagers mind and body before returning to normal.
James got to his feet and stretched, pulling at his shoulders, then his arms above his head. Piece by piece he redressed enjoying the way the clothes fitted his body. Finally he pushed back his hair and seated his baseball cap--reversed.
He left the room, with a confident swagger and walked up to the reception desk where a man was waiting.
"James, I've just heard you want to cancel the contract."
James nodded, "Yeah, it's not what I'm looking for at the moment."
"That's within your rights of course." He held out a number of forms pointing at various places as James signed the boxes. "Perhaps in the future, you'll reconsider."
"Maybe," James replied and left. He was grinning all the way to his pickup.
In the cab he looked at his reflection in the rear-view. "Sorry James," he said to his reflection, "but I've just been laid off, the package they offered was an insult, so I told them to stuff their job.
James flexed again, his bicep stretching the shirts sleeve. "But I decided you were much more rewarding opportunity."
"I know you can't hear me, but I'm going to make you the best there is, oh and that six months? I'm sorry James I'm staying in for the term, by then I'mm be fused in with no return," he smiled. "Not that anyone will notice."
James started the engine and pulled out of the lot, heading home. "I've got a busy time ahead, building an empire."
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