Seanday Shorts: The Stretch

I passed him most days--early, around six-thirty in the mornings. I didn't have to get up that time myself, but I just wanted to see him.

It began simply enough, I took a slow laboured jog through the park, and like clockwork, he'd past me focused on his running. After a few days, he noticed me, jerking his chin at me, and I nodded as we passed.

The following few days I left a little earlier each morning, discovering his route a little at a time. He didn't seem to notice, but his acknowledgement progressed from a glance, to a smile and finally a "H1!"

I'd figured out the paths he used, and decided on a secluded part of the park as our final meeting point. I knew from the past few days, few people used the area that time of the day.

It was early autumn when I decided to make my change. My lease was ending, and I only had a few more days until I had to leave the apartment. So it seemed like a good time; wrap things up, you know?

The last day I'd completed all my business, being a temp at the office meant I could disappear with little fuss. Finally I dropped my key through the landlords letterbox.

A new beginning I told myself, taking a breath.

I took my usual route, only this time, dressed only is sweatpants and a hoody. The sneakers were old, a bit like myself, I chuckled.

Running through the park, I contemplated what I was about to do. It wasn't the first time of course, but I only do it every fifteen to twenty years. I always tell myself; rightly or wrongly, that I'm doing no harm. Taking someone's identity, sounds bad I know, but I always make sure that I continue as them--all the way.

Rounding the bend, I see the long boardwalk. It was covered with leaves, it had been a cold night.

Pausing for a while, I waited. Where was he?

Bending down, I re-tied my shoelace to kill time. Then I heard the thud, thud, thud of running shoes across the boards. I looked up, there he was. Even though the air was cold, he was only wearing jogging shorts and a beanie, and I had to admire the sight!

I saw him smile as I began to jog towards him, we had our usual exchange as we passed--then I tripped.

A cloud of leaves shot into the air as I slid to a stop. I lay for a moment--hoping my judgement hadn't failed me.

"You OK?"

I looked up to see him, standing over me, with an outstretched hand.

"Damn leaves," I muttered. I took his hand, and I was surprised by his strength as he pulled me to my feet.

I held onto his hand, and shook it. I needed a few more moments to make it work.

"Damien," I said introducing myself, still shaking his hand.

"Jake," he said slowly, looking directly into my eyes.

His expression changed, gaze dropped and I sensed he'd relaxed. I changed my grip, taking both his hands. I twisted his arms; he didn't resist, I looked at his biceps. I was fascinated with his tattoos, reading the script and studying the design the encircled his forearm. I released him, and his hands dropped to his side.

I'd never been able to admire him in any detail, it was always a fleeting glance as he powered past. Now he was under my control, and I decided take a moment to enjoy Jake from all angles.

He wasn't tall, maybe just below average height, but his bulk made up for that. As I circled him, I ran my fingers across his skin. Muscles below the surface twitched, and tensed. I pushed his shoulders forward, and marvelled at the way his lats spread. I moved in closer, and took a breath of his scent. I knew he'd been running for at least forty minutes.

Grasping his waist, I reached forward, touching his stomach.

"Flex," I whispered into his ear, and his cobbled abs surfaced. They were strong, and firm. I continued my exploration up his sides, I lifted his arms, positioning him like a doll. His muscles were something special, flaring and striating. Reaching forward, I felt his pecs; firm, and thick.

Returning to his sides, I moved upwards. His pits were damp as I ran my hand along his shoulder, grasping his biceps. Again, I positioned his arms, "Show my your strength," I commanded. The muscles popped, squeezing them was very satisfying, they were hard.

I completed my navigation, returning to his front. I felt his thick neck, and stroked his rough unshaven face. I could see he looked after himself, the lines of his beard were meticulous.

Glancing at his lower body, it was good to see that he didn't neglect it at the gym. His thighs and calves where thick and strong, and perfectly proportioned.

Stepping up close again, I reached out, and felt along his back down to his ass. It tight, and I could feel his dick push against me. It felt generous in size.

Jake hadn't moved from the position I given him. "Hug me," I whispered. His strong arms lowered, encircling me. Even though he squeezed me gently, I could feel his strength. I knew my time tracking him hadn't been wasted.

I began to explain to Jake, under my breath while still in his embrace. "In a few minutes, I'm going to become you. Not just look like you, but be everything you were. It's going to hurt, but not bad. Once I'm there, I'll know everything about you, so don't worry about anything--I'll make sure I'll continue as you. Are you OK with that?"

"Sure," Jake murmured--I didn't expect any other kind of reply, not in his state.

I pushed him away, freeing myself from his hug. He looked at me with a warm, passive expression.

"Ready?" I asked. He nodded. "I'm going to need your help," I placed a palm onto his abs. "Suck it in, I want to see a vacuum pose."

He stretched, left hand pointing into the distance, his right flexing his bicep.

He sucked in air, and his chest expanded, adding many inches. His abs vanished, and his midsection shrunk.

I pushed on his wait, "More."

Jake grunted, his chest enlarged further with his rib cage only emphasising his efforts.

"Hold it," I told him firmly, as I quickly discarded my running kit. I began to punch him under his rib cage, and into his diaphragm. I was impressed with the cavity he'd created with the vacuum.

I punched upwards again, and he grunted.

"I'm sorry, not much longer."

A third hit, and I'd broken through. My hand was now inside, the space inside his rib cage. I worked my other hand through the gap stretching all the time.

Crouching at Jake's feet, I began to push my arms deeper inside. Past the elbows, and taking a breath, I began to force my head and shoulder upwards.

Although it was dark and warm, I knew my way around the inside of a body. I found his arms, and pushed mine inside. There was a tightness against the crown of my head--it was Jake's neck. It was tight, and I pushed up with my legs as I tried to force my way up his throat.

I was pushing and pulling Jake's upper body over my own like a heavy sweater.

With my arms partially inside Jake's, I pulled them down, forcing his shoulders and head down onto mine. His muscular neck opened, and I forced my head up into Jake's.

I rolled and flexed my head and jaw. The darkness was gone, and I could see the park and trees through Jake's eyes. I blinked a few more times and looked around.

Then the pain hit me. "Fuuck," I growled in Jake's voice. I looked down, as I stretched my hands and arm's into Jake's. I balled my hands into fists, as I tensed and turned my new arms. They performed flawlessly.

My attention turned to the two pairs of legs at my waist. I stumbled to the edge of the path and I dropped to the floor. I grabbed Jake's feet, that lay either side of mine and pulled off his sneakers.

I pulled down his shorts and underwear sufficiently to slip my own legs through the openings as well. I pulled them up, around both our waists--they were tight.

Leaning back, I began the last past of my transition. I began to rub against hip and groin. I didn't like it, but I knew it was the only way inside.

With my new eye's closed, I continued for a few minutes and I was relieved when I felt the tightness of the short's waistband reduce.

Propping myself up with my arms I looked down, I was inside Jake's waist, hips, dick and ass. I watched as the last of my legs phased into Jake's thighs, calves and feet.

I let out a gasp, and got to my feet. I checked my new torso, it was perfect. Pulling on my sneakers, I then stuffed a hand under my waistband and adjusted my new dick in my underwear.

There was nothing left of the old me, I was Jake. I flexed and posed--just as he'd done minutes earlier. I was in his mind as well, and I knew I'd made the right choice as I continued *my* run back to the apartment that flanked the park.