"Carlos!" I gasped. I looked at Tanner's husk of a body, "What happened?"
"Like I said to him, anyone can be replaced," he grinned, the same one I'd seen on Tanner's face, "especially now."
I swallowed hard, feeling venerable. "But why Tanner? And how! I mean it's always smaller guy--like me--into a larger guy, right?"
"Tanner, he'd forgotten his place, and was disrespectful."
I felt the colour drain from my face, "How?" I blurted out.
"My smart guys had come up with a new machine. Now we can put someone bigger into a smaller person," his eyes glinted, "even a kid."
"But was worked hard, why him?"
"Tanner asked a lot of questions as well," he muttered; I felt my gut flip.
"You--" I stopped talking, as Carlos scowled.
"There's been shit flying around in the States, it needed my personal attention; scare some people. That's why I used Tanner. He's an all American boy just coming home to see his family," he muttered as he sat on a bench and yanked his legs free. "Sailed through boarder control."
I shook my head, "So what's the plan? I still don't get it." Then almost kicked myself for asking more questions--stupid.
"That heavyweight you were talking to, forget about him. I need to use your skinny ass body for a special job."
"M-me?" I stuttered.
"Strip dumbass, I'm taking your place." He reached up and stroked my cheek.
I took a step back, brushing away his hand. He frowned, then grinned. "You really are dumb. I'm taking the big guys body. Yeah, going to enjoying being a good guy."
"What about me?"
"You're going to be Tanner for now. His mom and girlfriend think he's being a good samaritan and helping in third world country. It's the way we covered for him disappearing for months at a time. So I sent an email saying *I'm homesick,* and heading back for a visit. You just have to be him, and do all the family shit."
I looked at Tanner, a heap of flesh and muscle laying on the floor. I didn't have a choice, that could easily happen to me. I removed my clothes and Carlos released me from Craig's body.
Within minutes I was sealing him into Craig's body. I watched as he flexed and stretched in his new disguise. He caressed his body, studying its form in the mirror as his dick began to twitch. He worked through the muscle groups, finally kneading his stolen pecs, leaning back he made himself even bigger. His hands, squeezed down his torso, across his cobbled stomach and finally along his engorged shaft. He let out a low guttural groan.
He turned to look at me, his dick pointung at me. "Fuck, this body is tight and geared up." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Tanner never told me how wealthy this guy was," he snarled and pulled on Craig's cap and snapped a photo.
"I should made this into a spa, run one from within the States," he muttered to himself, Craig gave his dick a few jerks, and he let out another groan. "Yeah, I can see myself being Craig Lamont for quite a while."
I just stood there, my mouth gaping.
"Get Tanner on," he growled at me, "don't want any slip-ups."
I didn't any waste time, and quickly began to pull Tanner's husk over my body. He was shorter, but far more muscular. I settled his face over mine, and I could feel Craig sealing me inside. He got dressed, and I find myself staring at him again. He's acting different--to what I remember, more arrogant, cock-sure.
"That would work," he mumbled as he pulled on Craig's vest and hoody. He went to the phone on the wall, and dialled a number. "It's me Carlos, but you'll have to call me Craig, Craig Lamont from now on. Meet me at the gym in the Marina, I've got a new job for you." He paused, then replaced the receiver.
I pulled on the compression shorts and sweat pants Tanner had been wearing, and noticed a pungent odour. I suspected that Carlos hadn't washed since he'd been inside Tanner. With a rush, Tanner's memories flooded my mind. Three days without a shower or a change of clothes, even though he'd packed enough for the break.
"I need a shower," I told Craig, picking up the duffle bag I left the room.
Outside Anthony looked up. "Has he finished with the room?" he asked.
"He's expecting someone else to turn up soon," I replied, he mumbled something and returned to his paperwork.
Glancing in the mirror, I admired Tanner's body. Although he was a little shorter, his physique was almost perfect.
I continued to familiarise myself with my new disguise, marvelling at his strength. As I showered, I went through his memories. His father had died, and his mom lived alone. She always worried about him, and he was always sending text messages. I chuckled knowing that they would have been coming from Craig as Tanner's had spent most of his time inside the muscle man. It was much the same for Sarah--his girlfriend, she was looking forward to seeing him again. No doubt I would be in for some action over the next few days.
Finishing my shower I pulled on some clean clothes; vest, plaid shirt, jeans and a favourite ball cap and went to get some water. From the entrance, a young guy made his way to the front desk. I could see that he made Anthony uncomfortable, the guy leaned across speaking quietly "My name's Peter, I'm here to see Craig Lamont". Anthony opened a sign-in book, Peter casually rested his hand on Anthony's, who looked surprised and pulled it away. He then showed Peter to the room where Craig was waiting.
After a few minutes Craig reappeared and summoned Anthony into the room. I waited, but the door remained closed. I wanted to know what was going on, so I went inside.
I was surprised to see a pile of clothes; a blue uniform. Peter was naked, standing next to Craig, his eyes were wide; not on Anthony, but on Craig's body. On the floor, the Personal Trainer's body was flailing. Craig had him pinned down with a knee squarely in the middle of his back.
Peter looked over and chucked his chin, "Tanner, you sexy-fuck might have guessed you'd be here." I didn't correct him, or explain, I was far to engrossed in the scene in front of me.
Eventually Anthony stopped struggling, Craig got to his feet and lifted the expired Personal Trainer up by his shoulders. There was no substance to the man, no mass, although his skin and muscle remained intact.
Craig threw the husk at Peter. "Put it on, you're going to help run this place and need someone I know."
Peter pulled at the Anthony's arm. "For how long?"
"Until I say you can stop," Craig muttered. "and don't fuck around. Out there, you play him true, one hundred percent. Understand?"
"Ok boss, whatever you say," he says raising an eyebrow. And when we're alone? Recon this straight guy will have a chance with a muscle stud like you?" he adds, then bites his lip and glances at the bulge in Craig's sweatpants.
Craig smiled, "Just get in his skin, there's nobody at the desk at the moment."
Peter glances at me, "What about you Tanner?"
"GET HIM ON," Craig growls.
I watch as the lithe Peter pulls on Anthony's body; arms, legs, torso and finally his head. Craig sweeps the device across his back sealing him inside.
Anthony stretched and twisted, he looked as if he's getting comfortable. "Shit and fuck," he groaned, "this guy is not only straight as fuck, but he's homophobic and lives with his girlfriend."
Craig laughed, "Damn, you got your work cut out. No fuck-ups, I'm serious. If I hear of any gay shit between you and the clients then I'll rip you open and fuck you so hard they'll need the machine to get me back out again!"
Anthony swallowed hard. "But I'll need some fucking relief, I can't go straight full time," he whined, something that sounded quite strange coming from Anthony's mouth.
"Craig's known you for a long time, I'm pretty sure your girl will let you out for a guys night once in a while." He grined, "maybe if you suck me off enough you'll get that promotion."
Anthony seemed to agree, and pulled on the uniform. The Personal Trainer looked no different to the man that walked in twenty minutes ago, although now he's being controlled by one of his worst nightmares.
I watched as he approached Craig; real close. He cuped the man balls and lifted them, as Craig gasped Anthony plants a kiss on his lips. Before the muscle man can respond, he left the room.
"Shit," I murmur.
"It's not going to be easy for him playing straight, but he's a good man."
I followed him out of the room, passing Anthony. We didn't speak. We returned to the weight room, and I watched Craig as he pushed his stolen body to the limits. He worked his chest hard, grunting and groaning with every rep. He squeezed out the last one and dropped the weights. He sat, his chest was heaving. Pulling open his hoody, my eyes almost popped at the swoll he had going on--even bigger than I remembered.
"Fuck yeah, I'm going to enjoy being inside this freak," I heard him mutter under his breath as he studied his reflection. He looked around, the place was practically empty. "I was damn impressed with your last haul, that would usually take two trips with," he nodded at me, "Tanner. So for you next job, you can choose who you want to look like."
"What's the job?" I asked, "More product?"
"No, we have a special shipment that needs to go back to the spa, something that needs to be taken out of the States undetected."
"Something big?"
"It doesn't matter anymore, we can get big into small if we need to, as you've seen. We just need to make sure it passes out of the country with little fuss."
for a moment something nagged in my mind and I looked at my mobile, 19:00. "Tanner's family will be expecting me soon."
Craig chuckled, "Family shit, I know. I've put some pictures on the phone with some notes. Choose one and let me know."
I left the gym, and got a cab to Tanner's home. I pulled Tanner's persona up around me tight, then sunk deep down inside him. Over the next couple of days I played him so tight, I almost lost myself. To mom, the perfect son, and to the girlfriend a dark and lustful fuck-monster, just how she remembered.
On Sunday morning I looked through the pictures on the mobile.
Andy, he's a family man. Has a young kid, but travels a lot.
Cody is a fitness model, in his prime. Works just four months a year, parties and trains the other.
Nick, golden boy. Straight A student, loved by everyone, sponsorship in his pocket. Strong and fit, perfect record.
Jack, Marine veteran. Trained killer, and a respected man.
I pondered for a while flipping through the pictures again and again. I chose one and sent a text to Craig.
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Haven't written the next part yet, which of the four men should I use to continue the story?
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