Seanday Reloaded: The Exchange

“Fuck, give me a chance. Taking new forms isn’t a walk in the park - cunt!” Danny’s persona was strong and I could feel it sweeping over me.

Pulling on his boxers and shorts, only reinforce Danny’s aggression; the last memories he had before I fought him to the ground knocking him out.

Danny’s tattoos bloomed across my new chest and arm, closing my eyes I concentrated and his thick eyebrows and tight cropped hair formed.

I looked over at the original and kneeled over him, pulling off his loose basketball vest.

With deep loathing I pulled a punch catching him squarely in the face, “That’s for struggling and that last punch.”, I touched a soft spot on my face and winced.
Pulling on his vest, I looked down at him for the last time, I placed my palm on his chest and with a groan, I pushed myself out.

Danny’s body bucked and twisted as I forced my original form into his body. With a gasp I looked down at myself, and sneered a smile.

I slapped my duplicate around the face a couple of times and he groaned as he got to his feet.

Looking over I threw my clothes at him. “Get dressed and FUCK OFF!”

Watching I knew Danny had been buried deep below my own image, to be me; but submissive, my slave.

He started to leave, “Hey! Don’t fuck up my life, I’ll be needing it back later.” I shouted.

He glared at me but said nothing, just left.

“Yeah, I’m in fucking charge now!” I grinned as all his memories flooded my mind, “The cars, the money, the women!”

I looked over at you. “You ready?” I ask.

“I guess.” You reply.

“You trust me?”

“Do I have a choice?” You ask

“No.” I reply with a sneer.

You watch me for a moment, looking thoughtful as I go through Danny’s memories.

You back away as I walk towards you, “What?” I ask.

“Nothing.” You reply.

I reach up and place me palm on your chest, and close my eyes.

You gulp, not knowing what’s in store for you.

Suddenly burning heat pushes through your body, tightness surrounds your body as you feel yourself growing.

You grunt, as you feel the heat subside, but your voice is unfamiliar.

Looking down you see the reason for the tightness, your t-shirt hangs off you much bigger body in tatters. Thick tanned pecs and arms are now yours, your once baggy shorts tight around your waist.

“Who am I?” You stutter.

I grin, “Don’t worry, you’re Kyle my brother! Now do get some clothes on, you can’t go out like that.”

You start to remember the layout of the house and find your way to Kyle’s bedroom. I follow you.

Walking through the door you gasp. On the floor lays a motionless Kyle.

“Yeah, took care of Kyle earlier on.” I chuckled.

You kneel by him and feel for a pulse in his neck.

“He’s OK, he’ll be like that until you change back.”

Your eyes sparkle as you start to strip the original and begin to dress. Black jeans, black fitted dress shirt. I watch closely as you slowly button it up, leaving a few unbuttoned.

You flash Kyle’s smile at me, “Give me a hand.”

You grab his feet, and I take his shoulders as we take him to the closet and literally throw him in.

I put my arm around you, “See toldya I’d look after you.” I slap you in the gut, but it’s firm and tight. “Let’s go find some trouble.” I smile at you.