Sunday Reloaded: Touch and Feel

I was walking down the corridor at my gym, I'd just finished a heavy workout and decided to shower at home. The ones in the gym were full of office workers, and their drone of how much money they'd made that day just grated on me.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and admired my thick bicep in the mirror on the wall, not bad for a guy of my age I thought.

It was hen I caught the reflection of a young guy checking me out, and I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed. Something about him looked familiar. But I couldn't quite place it as he came level with me he stopped. "Do I know you?" He asked.

"I don't know, come to think of it you look familiar as well," I replied.

He raised a hand, and I was surprised when he grasped my bicep. I felt something like an electric shock, so much, so I dropped my bag. "Nice piece of muscle you've got there," he murmured.

"Who are you?" I stuttered, suddenly feeling weak.

"Surprised you don't recognise me Mr. James. You gave me and your nephew Tony a lift back to college only last week," he told me with a wide grin. I let out a groan through gritted teeth as I suddenly found myself unable to move. He jerked his hand, and I felt myself stumble towards one of the side rooms.

He opened the door, and I lurched towards it like some kind of zombie. He reached down to grab my bag, releasing his grip for just a moment, and I had my body back. I jerked my elbow and caught him across the back of his shoulder. I saw him stumble, but before I could clear the fuzz from my mind I felt his icy grip again. "Nice try," he growled. My own hand jerked up by itself and smacked me in the face. "Don't try to be smart again."

I gulped hard, trying to respond, but my will wasn't as strong as the control he had over my body--I was just a fucking puppet.

He slipped up close behind me, never leaving a grip or touch from my body. The room had a large mirror, I wanted to look away but couldn't. "Cheer up Mr. James," he sneered and I grunted as a smile was forced across my face.

My arm reached down more smoothly now and pulled up my t-shirt. I felt my abs tighten again--,not under my control. "Very nice," he murmured rubbing my cobbled stomach.

I tried to talk again. "Got something to say?" He sneered, and suddenly I found my jaw release.

"What the hell is going on you little runt," I growled.

He chuckled. "Little runt eh? Maybe, but not for much longer."

"What do you mean?" I said nervously.

He patted my abs. "I need a holiday, and Tony tells me you're both going on a road trip. I want a piece of that for myself," he said with a gleam in his eye.

He slowly took his hands off my stomach, and I tried to move--but couldn't. "Ha! Your mine now. Strip!" He commanded. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help myself. I found myself removing my t-shirt, kicking off my trainers and dropping my pants. I blinked slowly not daring to think about what might happen next as he removed his clothes.

"What--" My mouth snapped shut and I found couldn't speak again.

I grimaced as he walked up behind me, I felt his hands on my back and then he pushed. A chill crossed my back as he pushed in deeper. In the mirror, I could see him slowly disappearing into my body. I gasped feeling a tightness inside, and then I saw him moving-shifting below my skin and muscle. The tightness increased to the feeling that my skin was going to burst. I tried to scream for help as I watched the shadow of his hands push down into my arms.

Bit by bit, I felt myself being unhooked from my own body. Arms, legs, head and torso separating internally. I felt him move again, shifting his position taking a place in front of me inside my own body--taking control.

I could still see through my eyes as I watched my body move under his control. "Looking good huh?" I heard myself say as my reflection studied itself in the mirror. "So I look, and sound like you, but I need more to pull this off," I heard myself say as an unfamiliar sneer crossed my face.

Suddenly I screamed as felt my mind sucked into his, and then a sense of emptiness.

"That's better Mr. James, now none will know the difference. Not even Tony," I heard myself say. "I'd better get home, and have that shower. Definitely want to try out this body before the weekend."