Seanday Lunch: Fractured

"Jesus, I never realised how hard these guys worked," I gasped pulling off my helmet, and then realised there were still other players around--I snapped my mouth shut hoping nobody heard me.

"Shit, I think I'm overheating or something," I gasped, I felt the world start to spin as I pulled up the tight shirt trying to get some air. It did little to help, my pads below were just as tight.

I was on the verge of passing out when I heard distant voices, and then the skies opened drenching me in ice water. "Better?" I heard a voice chuckle behind me, turning I recognised the face of Joe.

"Jeez, Joe what are you trying to do--drown me?" I spluttered.

"Fine," he muttered, "next time I'll let you pass out and die."

I coughed up some water and thanked him. It seemed to have worked, I felt a lot better. "Thanks bro' it was just a bit of a shock." He nodded, and told me that I owed him a beer.

I should have known how demanding the game was, I had access to Carl's memories after all. But the raw anger, and ruthlessness to win were so overwhelming that I only dared to dip into them the once.
The team had won the semi-finals last week, and I took the opportunity to swap into him during the post game celebrations. It was late, and the party was beginning to wind down. I'd only had a few drinks; I needed a clear head to swap.

I found a spot on the stairs, among others that had too much to drink and rested my head against the wall. It was unlikely anyone would bother me.

Opening my mind, I started to tug myself free of my physical body leaving a perfect imprint of my psyche. I concentrated on Carl, reaching out through the house. I didn't know where he was, only that he was close; I could feel him. He was like a beacon as I zeroed in on him--I sensed him silent and still--sleeping or passed out. I made a connection, like a bridge and pushed. A coolness rushed past me, as we exchanged places. Carl was heading back to my old body, locked within the imprinted shell.

I felt my body spasm--MY body. My eyes snapped open, and I grasped at my surroundings not quite sure where I was. I took deep breaths, and felt a tightness around my chest; a heavy chest--much bigger than I was used to. I clawed with my hands, something smooth, and.. and it felt expensive--sheets, silk sheets. My eyes were getting used to the darkness, I could see a chink of light from under a door. To my side I could see the outline of another figure. I slowly sat up, and my mind reeled--Carl had been drinking. With a groan, I moved to the edge of the bed, and rested my head in my hands. I needed to get out of here. Pulling my underwear from around my ankles, I recognised Carl's shorts pulling them on, then the polo I'd seen him in earlier, tight and hugging. I stepped into his flip-flops and quietly left the room.

Blinking in the light, I crossed the corridor and into the bathroom, locking the door. In the mirror Carl Mason looked back; his hazel eyes, focused. His heavy chest clearly visible through the polo shirt, I reached around with his large hands feeling every aspect of my new body. This wasn't the first time I'd swapped with somebody, but it was the first time I'd been able to capture a popular jock like Carl.

My shorts were tenting big time, I stuffed a hand inside rubbing the pulsing member and almost choked at the sensations that corkscrewed down my spine. "Fuck!" I growled quickly pulled out my hand, that monster needed more time than I had, if I was going to take Carl's place I needed more than just his physical appearance.

I sat on the John, and closed my eyes. I needed to worm myself into Carl's memory engrams that he left behind, I relaxed and started to feel my way around; plugging into recent memories. "Rachel," I muttered--that's who Carl just fucked in the bedroom--I grinned to myself, one of the cheerleaders. Joe--Carl's best friend set him up earlier on, he was Carl's wingman. An image of Joe's head bobbing at Carl's waist flashed past. I was a little shocked--payment for setting up Rachel? Carl allowed Joe to suck him off--Joe was a closet gay? No bi. The more connections I made the more I knew I could fake Carl--even to someone like Joe.

There were enough connections now to escape the party without anyone suspecting anything. I yanked open the door and stepped out, just in time to meet Rachel stumbling out of the bedroom. "Carl, I can't believe you left me in there," she moaned pulling on her panties.

"Rach'," I replied in Carl's baritone voice. I wrapped a strong arm around her almost lifting her off her feet. "You know the little man will always be here for you," I chuckled making sure my tenting shorts pushed against her.

"Fuck, your ready to go already?"

"Yeah babe, that and more." I lifted her and pinned her against the wall gently dry humping her. She gasped and whimpered, and with a chuckle I dropped her to her feet. "Maybe later, if you're lucky."

She looked up at me aghast. "You fucker," she yelled.

"Laters," I laughed. I started to pick my way through the groups of people on the stairs talking to them as I went. *Damn* I was really working this giant from the inside, and I was getting even harder in my shorts knowing that I was fooling everyone. Carl was long gone, and I was here to stay.

Half way down the stairs I stopped at my old body, I knew Carl was inside. I lifted up his head, his eyes fluttered for a moment and closed. He'd be asleep while my imprint ran my body, I chuckled it was perfect--my old body on autopilot. I found Joe talking to some of the other football players, I caught him sneaking a peek at my shorts. "Joe, I've gotta go--school tomorrow," it was a weak excuse but I left anyway.

"See you tomorrow?" He called after me.

It didn't take long to jog home, Carl's body was strong and athletic and I knew he frequently went out running in the mornings. At his house I went straight to his bedroom and stripped. It was an impressive sight, flexing and twisting I surveyed his whole body which only made me go hard again. With privacy surrounding me I used both hands to jerk-off, "Jesus," I cried out, as my back arched and I shot thick white streams across the mirror. Gasping I collapsed back on to the bed, knowing it was time to connect to Carl's history, and deeper memories.

As I slept, vivid memories of his childhood, his schools began to lock into place. Images started to flash past like I was in a speeding car; I'd not experienced this before. Like bricks in a game they started to fall around me building walls higher and higher, I was feeling bloated as his memories fell from an imaginary sky. The last year where he discovered a love for football, memories of training, coaching, pain--lots of pain--structure and focus came to his life, the determination of never losing. I yelled out at the bricks in my dreams started to tumble, burying me alive. I jerked awake and sat up, beads of sweat covered my body as I pushed those last memories away in fear. I realised how strong his determination was never to lose; at anything, It was something strong and powerful that I'd not experienced before.

I relaxed a little an flipped through what memories I had, it was largely complete--enough to fool anyone--even his family. Tentatively I reviewed more recent memories, his first love--football. I knew all the plays coach Davies had drummed into the team, I knew how to play, and the limits of Carl's body. But I'd shied away from the experience, and the killer instinct--maybe I could improvise that part I tried to convince myself.

Six-Thirty, Carl's body was used to waking up at this time. I relinquished getting up and pulling on a grubby training vest, shorts, socks and trainers. The odour that clouded my sense of smell was thick with testosterone, I started to get hard again but pushed down the thought. The four mile run was almost effortless, but I was bright and alert when I returned to shower. I was desperate to jerk off again, but thought I'd save it for Rachel--or Joe, whoever I came across first. Pulling on my #44 team shirt and some cargo's I grabbed my duffle bag and headed for school.

Classes were easy with the combined memories of Carl and mine, and it was Joe that found me first. He promised to drive to the party next weekend for another taste of my monster. We met in the gym during a free session, and he sucked me off again--I almost choked him with the amount I shot him down with. Wiping his mouth, he told me he'd see me at practice later and reminded me not to tell anyone about his dietary needs. I laughed and agreed.


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I suddenly realised the locker room was empty, the rest of the players had left. I looked down at myself, still in my kit. "Suppose I'll get used to it," I muttered to myself.

"You'd better," came a voice from behind me.

I turned to see my old body leaning casually against the door. I tried to keep calm, wrapping Carl's persona tightly around me. "Better what?" I snapped.

"You'd better do a good job of being me," he replied. I just blinked and looked at him. "I know who you are, and I was watching you on the field, you've got me close but there is no spark."

"You shouldn't be able--"

"Well I can. I woke up in a sweat last night in a strange room," he snorted. "Guess your stinking body wasn't strong enough to keep me asleep. I never lose," he growled through his teeth. "Swap me back," he growled, "or I will screw your life and your family."

"I can't," I bleated, "I've burnt the bridges I can't return to my body--"

"Fuck you are kidding me right?"

"No, you weren't meant to break out."

"Well shit happens, fix it.'

I thought for a moment, "I could put you in someone else?"

"Anyone?" I nodded a reply, and he thought for a moment. He reached into the duffle bag and pulled out my mobile. "Get Joe over here," he ordered with a glint in his eye.

"But you know he's--"

"Of course I do, but he's just as strong as me and his parents are loaded. I'll just have to work with it," he grumbled.

I called Joe with a promise of some action, and he appeared at the door a while later. It was easy for both of us to overpower him, he struggled for a while but was soon unconscious. I got the real Carl to lay next to him, and told him to relax. It didn't take long to swap them. I peered down at my old body when he woke. "Get up," I growled as the new Joe sat up rubbing his head. I jerked my head and told my old body to get lost. He scrambled to his feet and left.

Joe got to his feet and looked at himself in the mirror and lifted his hoodie. "Yeah this'll do," he smirked. "Do you think the old Joe will break through like I did?"

I thought for a moment, "I don't know. You have his memories, what do you think?"

Joe bit on his lip for a moment. "Nah, no focus or determination to win," he replied, then added, "until now." He looked me up and down, and licked his lip. "I should really stay in character," he smirked and pulled me towards the deserted showers.