Seanday Reloaded: Armed and Ready

"What the hell are you talking about?" Trevor growled at Steve.

"Look, I'm only saying that you can win a lot more if you had some technique rather than just relying on your strength."

Trevor released his grip on Mark who wiped his hand down his orange shirt. "Damn, that's one hell of a grip dude," Mark muttered shaking his hand.

"So you think you can beat me?"

"No, I don't think I can beat you. I'm the smallest guy here for fucks sake," Steve sighed getting a little impatient.

"Thought so, you're all talk."
"Mark, you're stronger than me right? Do you trust me? I want to prove a point to this muscle head."

"Sure, what do you want?"

Steve walked up behind Mark. "Relax buddy," he reassured as Mark shifted uneasily. He lifted Mark's shirt resting is palms on his back. "Take a deep breath."

"This is just weird," Trevor muttered, but his eye snapped open when he saw Mark slump to the table. He looked up at Steve. "What did you do?"

"Don't worry he's OK," Steve replied as a pushed into Mark's back, then into his arms and head.

"What the fucks going on!" Trevor yelled as Mark straightened up flexing his shoulders and cracking his neck.

"Just using his body," Mark replied pulling down his shirt. Trevor looked to the side, from the waist up it was Mark, looking just as he had minutes ago. From the waist down there were two pairs of legs. Mark flexed an arm. "Right let’s try again, Mark's strength and my technique."

Trevor frowned but took Mark's hand and wrestled. Mark's performance with Steve's skill was impressive, and it surprised Trevor. They tussled back and forth, but eventually Trevor won again. "Impressive technique, you almost won a few times."

Mark pulled his shirt up, laid on the table and Steve wriggled out of his friend. Gently he shook Mark, who groaned and sat up. "What the hell happened?" He groaned.

Steve slapped his back. "Don't worry I'll tell you later. So Trevor, what do you think?"

"Good, can you teach me some?" Trevor asked.

Steve smiled. "Sure, but it's easier if I show you."

"Then show me," Trevor retorted.

"From the inside, just like I did with Mark. You'll remember everything."

He looked at Mark, seemingly unaffected by the possession. "It’s safe right?" Trevor asked, and Steve nodded. "OK teach me."

Steve walked up behind Trevor and pulled his tight shirt over his shoulders. "Deep breath," Steve whispered, and Trevor slumped onto the table.

Mark watched carefully as Steve grappled with Trevor's weight trying to lift him further onto the table. "Don't just watch, help me!" Mark blinked and reached under Trevor's arms and pulled.

Steve traced Trevor's broad back with his fingers. Once again he pushed and wriggled into an upper body much bigger than his own, only this time he didn't stop at the waist. Within minutes, there was no trace of Steve at all.

Trevor let out a low groan and straightened up wobbling on his feet. He pulled his shirt down, and smiled at Mark. "Sucker," Trevor grinned.

Mark raised an eyebrow. "You all the way in Steve? See his memories?"

"Yeah, all mine now. But you'd better call me Trevor now."

"That was quick, took me ten minutes to master Mark's memory after you pushed me inside him."

Trevor stretched and flexes putting an arm around Mark's shoulder. "Why don't you move in? I don't think we'll be seeing Steve anymore. Besides I'm going to need a coach if I'm going to win these championships."