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As soon as I arrived back in the States, I found myself sliding into Craig's life and routine. He was very wealthy, and owned a Marina. With my inherited knowledge I was able to run his business without anyone suspecting he wasn't quite himself.
Being a successful businessman (as I was now), didn't stop me going to the gym and taking a short holiday snowboarding either.
After few weeks one of Carlos' men called me. I'd completely forgotten about the product I'd been carrying all this time. As we spoke I prodded and squeezed my torso trying to feel the vest, but all I could feel was thick heavy muscle.
I was told to meet him at a gym in the outskirts of the city in a few days. It wasn't going to be a problem, I was the boss after all, so I told them I'd be out of the office for the afternoon.
On the day, I arrived, and was met the guy. After a short introduction he took me to the rear of the building.
"So let get the product out, we have a lot of people waiting for their share," he said, and slapped my chest a few times.
He left the room and I pulled off my shirt, I glimpsed my reflection and flexed a bit. "Damn, I look good," I muttered and took a picture.
I was just about to pull down my shorts when he came back in. "We only need your torso, you can keep your shorts on big-boy," he chuckled.
Sitting on a bench, he produced a device I recognised. It was the same as the one Carlos had used at the spa. He told me to breath slowly. I heard a slow buzzing noise, then a tightness down the length of my spine. Craig's upper body relaxed, slumping a little and I felt a coolness on the back of my neck.
"Ok, you need to work yourself out of him kid," the guy advised.
I reached up with Craig's hands and pulled at the back of my head; I recoiled for a moment--my head? I shrugged off the thought. Tugging, I pulled my own face free. The face I'd been wearing flopped forward, lifelessly, slapping against my heavy pecs. I continued to work myself free, wriggling out from under his shoulders and into the cool air. My hands were stuck inside his, captured by some kind of suction. The guy grabbed my hand and pulled--a finger at a time, after a few minutes I was freeing my arms--and hands from inside Craig.
Craig's large muscular torso dropped into my lap; from the waist down I was still inside him. The split that ran down his back; my exit, was wide and cavernous with a dark red, marbled interior.
I looked down at my own chest. There was the product, stuffed into every last crevice of the waistcoat I was wearing. The guy said nothing as he unzipped it, and peeled it off my shoulders and back.
"Shit man, Carlos said it was a huge haul, but this is crazy!"
I chuckled, then added. "So I get back in now?"
"Yeah, you're all done for the moment."
Getting back into the giant was a lot easier without the vest, and within minutes I was being sealed inside once again. It felt good to be embraced by Craig's confidence and strength once more. Finally I stretched the shirt over my head and fixed my cap.
"So, go back to talking with this Bruno guy, get him to visit the spa?" I asked.
"Just for the time being, and keep him sweet. Carlos says someone will be in touch soon."
"Who?" I asked.
"Dunno, said you'd know him, that's all."
I shrugged and left.
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It was another two and a half weeks until I someone made contact. It was Thursday morning, and I was in the gym training hard--as usual, when, from the corner of my eye I saw someone I recognised. It was Tanner. I played it cool as he worked on the machines.
We both continued working out, ignoring each other, but glancing over now an again until only a few people remained, then he came over to me.
"Craig, how's it going man?" he said under his breath. "Is there anywhere private?"
I chuckled. "I own the place, so we can go pretty much anywhere."
"Ok, wait here I need to go to the locker room."
Grabbing a towel, I began to wipe away my sweat. A few minutes later he returned, a group of teenagers approached him--I watched. They spoke for a while, and then posed for a picture. I was surprised how short Tanner was compared with the others. They bumped fist, some tussled with Tanner's grip before leaving. He picked up the duffle he retrieved and joined me.
"What was that about?" I asked, curiously.
"A few fans, they'd seen my Instagram--apparently."
Shaking my head I got to my feet and led Tanner over to the reception desk. The personal trainer at the looked up.
"Anthony, I'm just going to give this guy some training advice in room seven, make sure we're not disturbed." He nodded and a few moments later I was locking the door behind Tanner.
"So what's going on, you want Craig's sweet life back?"
His lip curled, showing his teeth. "Something like that."
"Stop fucking around," I said impatiently, "why did Carlos send you?"
He grinned, but it looked completely wrong on his face. "Plans have changed," he muttered beginning to remove his clothes.
I was dumbstruck, "W-what?" I stuttered.
From his duffle he handed me a device, it looked similar to the device Carlos' men had used only a week ago to release me from Craig's body.
Tanner pushed a few buttons on the gadget. "You've seen this work, just sweep it up and down the spine twice."
I started to remove my own clothes.
"Not you dumbass, use it on me!" I blinked, and frowned as he turned his back to me. "Come on, hurry up, I'm getting cold," he growled.
Pressing the trigger, I swept it down his back. Nothing seemed to happen, then I retraced his spine. As it made it's way from the nape of his neck, Tanner's skin became swollen, tight, and then burst along the seam I was tracing.
Something was different, Tanner's short body peeled back quickly. Something much bigger was being squeezed out. Tanner's arms, shoulders stretched as a much broader, darker back pulled itself clear. The teenager's upper torso fell, and slapped around the wearers knees.
He turned, to face me; the stricken teen's arms slapping around his thighs. My stomach flipped, as I stared at the man.
End of part2
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