It was me! The coolness around my ass only confirmed it!
Inside Devin, I'd concertinaed. My legs had pulled up inside him, and with my upper torso, arms and head still in place I'd forced my butt and waist backwards and into Tom.
I continued to push back, Tom at this point was beginning to lose his strength.
Groaning loudly--still through Devin--I kicked back and forced myself from the waist down into Tom. He was still fighting me, but sensing something was wrong. I had to focus--hard--to get more of myself inside the guy.
The radio squawked again, "Tom? Answer me, or I'm coming up there!"
Twisting, I looked over my shoulder. Tom still had a good hold on me, but his eyes were glassy. Easing back, I pushed a little more. All that remained in Devin were my arms, chest and head.
Closing my eyes, I steadied my breathing as the voice come on the radio again. There was a lot of me inside Tom, but I had a connection.
I swamped his mind, drowning him. He instantly released his grip. Controlling his body--remotely--I reached out for the radio and clicked the key.
Tom gargled, and mumbled. I'd never done this before, controlling higher functions like speech was difficult. My head began to ache with the concentration.
"Yeah," I managed to squeeze out of Tom's lips, "all good here."
"Well, don't take so fucking long next time. Come downstairs when you're done and don't leave any tools behind. I don't want to come back to his cesspit again."
I laid there for a few minutes, trapped somewhere between Devin and Tom; co-joined hosts.
After a few minutes, I'd caught my breath. I was only grateful that nobody else ignored the sign outside and barged in like I had.
With a grunt, I rolled us both over so I was on top of Tom. I began to wriggle and roll my shoulders, rocking Devin's head from side to side as I pulled out what remained of my body.
As each part left Devin, I transitioned quickly into Tom. There was still some resilience to the invasion. He gasped for air, his chest expanded, and his back arched, throwing Devin clear as my torso found its way. It wasn't nice, but the convulsions receded as my head phased through his handsome face.
There was a few moments of peace as I cloaked Tom's mind around mine. I chuckled; in a new voice, Tom was a fighter and martial arts instructor. I had been lucky, I now knew he had the skills to incapacitate me--or worse, if he'd wanted.
I sprung to my feet, enjoying Tom's energy and agility. There'd been a bit of a scuffle, my vest and jacket was all over the place. Loosing the tool-belt I tucked my jacket and fluorescent vest before tightening the belt again.
Pushing up my sleeves, I glanced at my new reflection and plucked it back into place. I took my phone from a pocket and tapped out the password on screen. Taking a breath, a smiled--barely--and took a picture, a perfect facade.
The water had drained--job done. I collected up the tools, hooking them in my belt and grabbed the radio. I stepped over Devin, and left taking the 'out of order' sign.
I jogged down the stairs effortlessly, I knew Tom had been on a ten mile run this morning at 6am, and he had a class this evening--he was the tutor. His energy seemed boundless at the moment.
"What took you so long?" Jack asked--the guy at the over end of the radio. He was in his late forties, a burly man. "Hate coming here," he continued, "full of weirdos!"
I followed him out, back to the pickup. I played Tom to the core, talking about football, and picking holes in Jack's team--just as they alway did.
Jack dropped me home, none the wiser that his friend and workmate was just a shell being played like a puppet from the inside.
Glancing at my phone, I knew I had some time to shower and get ready before my class. Jen--Tom's live in girlfriend was out and wouldn't be back until later. I grinned to myself as I unbuckled the heavy belt and hung it up in the closet, followed by my vest and jacket.
My mind threshed through Tom's as I removed the heavy work boots. I tucked them in the small room and closed the door. Tomorrows work included a morning at the local exhibition halls--bodybuilders, I enjoyed Tom's smugness knowing that he had the skills and dexterity to out manoeuvre any of them.
In the bedroom I peeled off my clothes, not bothering to close the blinds. Tom was proud of his physique, but kinda shy about showing it off; much to the annoyance of Jen. I was in the driving seat now, and who knows, maybe my confidence in showing off his body would rub off.
I showered slowly, some of his muscles were still tight from when I forced myself upon him. I knew for class I needed to get rid of the knots. I made sure I explored all his body, and was inspired by his flexibility.
Drying up, I sprayed myself copiously with deodorant and pulled on some compression shorts and tight vest, I paraded and posed in front of the mirror enjoying my new look for a few minutes. Next, my training gear and top. Dropping my ID and stuff into the side pocket of my gym bag I headed out.
Slinging the bag over my back, I jogged to the gym where I held the class. It wasn't far, but it helped me--Tom--warm up.
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The training went well, and I got paid for the class--some cash to play with. There was the usual mix of people; male and female, students to the old.
What made it enjoyable was Connor; a big, heavy guy that wanted to learn 'some moves' for his Instagram. He was full of himself, arrogant and cocky. I could see he thought he could easily take me; it was in his eyes, even though he didn't say anything.
I pulled him out for a demonstration. The usual attack from behind with a weapon. He had a wise-ass grin on his face, like I was giving him an opportunity to prove how strong he was, wrong!
Needless to say, he was humiliated. I pulled him to his feet, and told him he was a good sport.
After the class, he came up to me and we joked at how much he underestimated me. I got the impression he wasn't very smart--but he was big! I asked him about the bodybuilding expo tomorrow and he told me he was going. I nodded, and said I might see him there, as I'll be working there in the morning.
We parted, and I headed back home.
With a beer, and the game on the TV, I went over the past few days. It was a good experience, I enjoyed being Grant and doing the touristy things with his girl. Devin was built, and different, but I felt sorry and disappointed for the path he'd taken in his life.
Tom was exceptional, well balanced, steady job and shared his knowledge with others in his class. Basically a real nice guy. I took another gulp of beer--real nice. These experiences I could take back as Josh--yeah, time was ticking away and I'd soon have to return home, but at least I'd had a couple of good fucks. Jen would return from work later, and I knew I'd have a few more before the morning.
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I was right, not only did we get intimate in the evening, we also had a steamy fuck in the morning!
We both showered together; after, I kitted up in my work clothes and left Jen heading for the bodybuilding expo.
Jack was there to meet me, he gave me a list of jobs, mainly moving and hooking up kit that was delivered previously.
Although I was strong, some of the kit was large and awkward. I was struggling with a cabinet when I heard a chuckle. I ignored it, and then a voice asked, "You need a hand teach?"
With a grunt, I lowered the cabinet and turned; It was Connor. He towered over me, dressed in a sweat pants, white t-shirt and a backwards cap.
"So you want a hand, or are you going to use some ninja powers to move that shit," he smiled.
I tipped my head. "Funny guy. Yeah, get your ass on the other end of this and help me you gorilla," I retorted with a grin.
"In there?" He asked peering into a large store room.
"Yeah."
He pushed open the door and threw his rucksack inside. Holding the door open with a foot, he lifted one side of the cabinet--easily. I lifted the other side and we shuffled inside. We managed to get it in place, and I let the door slam closed.
--- end of pt3, pt4 follows later today
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