It was kinda sick I know, but my son was having so much fun over the break. He'd hooked up with this other guy, Callum--a senior from his school I think--and they went everywhere together.
Joey--my son--was a shy kid, skinny as fuck. I thought it would be fun for him if I ordered one of those bodysuits for him to wear, help him with his confidence. Worked like a treat, I went through his year book from school and picked one of his students friends--Toby McIntire--he was on the wrestling team.
When I gave him the suit he was kinda freaked out, but I'd persuaded him to try it on all the same. About ten minutes later Toby emerged from my son's room with a huge grin on his face.
The afternoon before the vacation he put the suit on and told me he wanted to try it outside. I reluctantly agreed, but make him promise to be careful. He returned a lot later, I asked him what he'd been doing. He pulled at his face, stretching it. He told me that it was a great gift, but he didn't give any real answers as to where he'd been.
He told me he really liked wearing the suit, in fact he wore it for the rest of the evening. When he came down in the morning, he was still wearing it, seemed that he'd even slept in the damn thing.
That was a few days ago, now I only see him in the mornings--we share a family room, and for breakfast. On the third day I decided I wanted some of the fun as well. The previous night I'd slipped a few tablets into his water--the ones I use when I can't sleep.
He was out like a light--still dressed, his pulse was slow; but strong. Dammit, I bought the suit, why shouldn't I have some fun as well?
I straddled the teenager and stuck my fingers in his mouth, pulling at the edges. I sat back confused, I couldn't find the joins or stretch the mouth any wider.
Pulling at his eyelid and cheeks, I soon discovered that he was fixed tightly into the skin. I tugged at the skin around his waist, before it was stretch but now it refused to move.
"What have you done Joey?" I asked, he wasn't in a position to reply, at least not for the next twenty-four hours.
I got to my feet and paced around the room, trying to figure out what he'd done. Pushed into the corner of the room was a large duffle bag. I unzipped it, and was surprised to find the Toby bodysuit.
Desperately I tried to work out what was going on. Then it clicked, laying on the bed was the real Toby McIntire. When Joey went out before we left, it must have been the real Toby that came back, but wearing the bodysuit of himself. That's why he didn't want to take off the suit.
So where was Joey? I grinned, it had to be the guy "Toby" had been hanging out with. Joey was wearing another suit.
I didn't waste any time, and began to pull on the Toby suit I'd bought for my son. It was a tight fit, Toby had a slim, muscular physique, but after five minutes or so I was pulling Toby's face over my own.
Stretching, I looked at my reflection. "You're a good looking fucker aren't you?" I said in the teenager's voice. I stripped the original of his clothes and pulled them on. I could smell the teenager, a heavy and strangely erotic odour.
I left Toby in the room, and went down for breakfast in my stolen identity. At a table I saw Callum, he nodded his chin at me and I flicked my eyebrows in response. Grabbing some food I jointed him at the table.
"The family are out on a tour today, we can use their room," he told me. He took my hand, and kissed it. Then he pulled at my arm, the skin stretched. "Good, you brought the suit. I fancy being you today, you sexy fuck!"
I was taken aback at this show of affection, but went with it rather than being discovered.
We finished and Callum led me back to his room. "I'm glad you wore yesterday's clothes. These suits are great, but they don't smell," he whispered kissing my neck. "And I like the way you smell."
In Callum's room I was desperately trying to figure out what to do. As I was thinking, Callum was removing his clothes. I started to do the same, but slowly.
He hooked his fingers into his mouth and jerked it open, pulling the opening backwards. As expected, Joey's face appeared. "Come on, get out of that suit, I want to be you today."
"Give me a moment," I told him and went into the bathroom. I looked at Toby's body, still dressed in just the long shorts.
"Come on Toby, I want your sexy skin," Joey called out.
I dropped the shorts and began to pull myself free of the teenager disguise. The reflection showed only guilt on my face, there was tap on the door. "You Ok?" I opened the door a little and held out the Toby suit. "Being shy," Joey asked, "funny." He took it and he handed me the Callum suit.
Closing the door again, I held it up in front of me. It looked like he had a heavier build than Toby, maybe a year older. For the second time in an hour I was climbing inside a suit and disguising myself as a kid twenty years younger than myself.
I wondered where the real Callum was, it wasn't until I pulled his face over mine that I'd find out. The teenager's memories flooded my own, this was the real Callum. I struggled to remember what had happened, then felt confusion as two Toby McIntire's cornered *me* in the school gym. While one wearing just shorts held *me* tightly, the other jabbed *me* with a needle--then I started to feel weak.
The memories were surreal. I felt *myself* laying on the floor unable to move. I watched as the Toby that had jabbed me shucked his street clothes. Once naked he pulled at his mouth; it stretched in an ugly way, with a snap there was another face--a freshman I think--skinny as rake. With some grunts and complaints, the skinny kid removed the Toby skin he'd been wearing. The other Toby began to pull off his shorts. The skinny kid pushed me with his foot, their voices were muffled. I could only watch in confusion as the remaining Toby pulled on the skin the other kid was wearing. Once inside Toby pulled at his arm and his skin stretched, snapping back when he released it. The two laughed.
Their attention turned to me, and I felt sick. The skinny kid pulled at me, he sat on a bench and begin to force his feet into my mouth.
That memory snaps me back and I suddenly get a sense of deja-vous. A dormant memory surfaces, a scary one, artificially repressed. I could see Toby and Joey standing over me. Toby's smile was wide and he had a malicious look in his eye. I see him pushing his feet into my mouth, and down my throat. I can feel his body sliding inside mine, filling my limbs, making them move. He's pulling my head over his, and I get a glimpse of his young face and thick eyebrows as they disappear into my mouth and behind my own face. The memory ends.
That little shit! Toby used my body, and Joey helped him!
I needed to know more and took a breath. I looked back at the reflection of Callum and began to recall his memories again.
He/I could remember the same tightness, the sense of an invasion through out the body. I felt myself turn and face the mirrors, but it wasn't me. I wasn't controlling my movements anymore. I smiled, but I wanted to cry as I heard myself speak. "Not bad huh?"
"Looks good on you. Can you read his memories?"
"Yeah, crystal, but he's freaking out inside here, I'm going to tune him out."
I shook my head again, that was the last of Callum's memories I wanted to see. It might be that they haven't suppressed any of Callum's memories yet, but I was able to see everything that my son had done whilst inside Callum. Grinning I reached for the wash bag and pulled out a bottle and a syringe. "You boys have got to be taught a lesson," I muttered. I pulled on the clothes that were scattered around the room and stuffed the items in my shorts.
Outside Joey was strutting around looking like Toby from the neck down. He stopped in front of the mirror and started to caress his various body parts. "Damn Toby, you've got a fine body," he said taking his dick in both hands and jerking it a few times. "So fine."
He winked at me, and then pulled Toby's face over his own, and got dressed. "So the waterpark again?" Toby asked. "Maybe later?" He stepped forward and grabbed my junk through my shorts. He began to massage it, and I felt my dick hardening. "I could see if I could suck you out of that skin again," he said with a chuckle.
I almost choked....
The End?
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