Last Seandays: One story, two endings

Something different this time. This story has two endings, in the comments vote for your favourite. Collan's holding the fort next Seanday because I'm on holiday (maybe as someone else!).

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The phone buzzed in my pocket, hooking it out I checked the display--a message from Jackson. I muttered to myself *fucking idiot*.

I jammed my knee into the back of the giant below me, he cursed at me threatening me and my family--but I didn't give a fuck. I'd been out in the open for too long, and I needed a new identity one that I could slip so deeply into that nobody could sense me, not even the Doppel Agents.

"Shut the fuck up," I yelled, "you wouldn't be threatening me if you knew who I was. In fact you'd be begging me leave you alone."
He paused for a moment, and then it hit him. "You're--" he whimpered, "you're a soul creeper?"

I laughed, "Yeah some call me that."

"Please, I beg you--I'll do anything, just leg me go," he pleaded.

"To late," I leaned in close, "in minutes I'll be you, and not even your mother will be able to tell the difference," I whispered as I pulled off his shirt and threw it with the rest of his clothes.

I choose my deep possessions carefully. Grant was very different from my past identities; a leader, someone that others look up to, and he had contacts. With Grant's contacts I knew I could sell identities like the all American white boy Jackson for shit loads of money.

I smiled looking down at the muscular ebony body of Grant. Without warning I pushed in hard, Grant's body tensed and relaxed as I consumed, duplicated and replaced all he was.

Rolling over I touched and rubbed at my new body. "Bastard," I muttered in my new voice. "Yeah, that fucking soul creeper tried to jump me," I growled, "but I beat the shit out of him, and he ran off." I grinned to myself, "You want to scan me officer? Sure." I ran a hand over my cobbled abs, and cupped my muscular pecs. "You won't find anything," I chuckled, "you won't find shit--

I laughed out loud, "That's what I'll tell them if they ever come knocking on my door."

I pulled on Grant's clothes, and picked up my phone looking at the message, it was a picture of Jackson in the bathroom naked. I chuckled and typed a reply; *If you're going to jack-off in his skin make sure you clean up before I arrive. You're only meant to be keeping Jackson in circulation until I return, not fucking enjoying yourself.* I took a selfie and attached it to the message *I'm sending this guy over treat him as a friend.*

A few minutes later I received a reply from Jackson *OK.*

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I arrived back at Jackson's apartment, he shared it with another jock but he'd gone home for the holiday period. I'd been wearing Jackson's skin on and off for the past six months; poor sap stumbled into my arms around the back of a nightclub--he was drunk and had lost his friends--unfortunate for him.

With expert ease I cut him down, and started to change him as I was pulling off his smart--but sweaty clothes. Tailored shirt, dress pants, shoes and the rest. I discarded my own clothes and pulled on Jackson's toned body. Ten minutes later I was staggering out of the alley looking for my friends.

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The door opened, and Jackson invited me in like an old friend. "You alone?" I asked, and he nodded. I followed the jock into the kitchen admiring his v-shaped torso--he was just wearing long shorts and flip-flops. From the fridge he got two beers and offered one to me.

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Ending #1

He looked me up and down, and I got the impression he wanted to see more. My shirt was already undone; so I held it open and turned around. "Sweet body." Jackson remarked licking his lips. "Not your usual pick though."

I grinned at him, "You mean because I'm black?" I replied tipping my head.

"Yeah."

"I needed to find someone very different. He knows a lot of people that want to disappear," I said nodding at Jackson. "Disappear into the burbs as an all American jock like Jackson."

Jackson looked sad for a moment. "So you want him back?"

I nodded. "Had any problems?"

"No, usual schedule. Gym, football practice--" he sniffs, "uniform is in the washing. Oh and Jackson's been fucking Sarah, taking her to Vegas on the weekend with Tom and Rachel."

I tipped my chin at him. "Nice, now get the fuck out of his skin, I'm going to have to show him to Grant's contacts and get some interest. May even have a buyer for Tom this weekend."

Jackson started to pull at his mouth, it stretched and with a yank the wearer was revealed.

Claire's long hair blossomed from Jacksons mouth as she started to wriggle out of Jackson's skin. "You have any problems with you know--Sarah?"

She looked over at me with a look of pity, her feminine curves with Jackson's mouth around her waist. She reached down and jerked Jackson's dick which quickly became hard. "Everything works, and with Jackson's Neanderthal emotions on hand it wasn't difficult to *be the man*." I laughed as she pulled herself free of Jackson, and removed my own clothes. She ran a finger down my pecs. "So who's this guy anyway, do you want me to wear him?"

"Name's Grant--Grant Idowu. Plays football for his school, tries to keep his nose clean but he came from the worst side of town, and it's those people I want to know better."

She walked around me, at 5'8" he was shorter than my original body but he was heavy and strong. It had to be his gene's, I remembered his father being just as strong. My back tensed as she touched my lats, her hands traced their way around my waist touching my abs before reaching for my dick. She held it gently with two hands, and jerked it slowly, I shivered letting out a low groan. As it got hard she released it, I felt her shift behind me like she was sizing me up before rested her chin on my shoulder. Her hands swept down my arms, and grasped my wrists. She tried to move my arms but I resisted, she tutted in my ear and told me to relax. I did, and she moved my arms over my chest and torso. I let her move me like a puppet, she guided my hands to my dick and I grasped it. I followed her directions and jerked off, my head rolled back as a grunted a stream of cream across the room. "You've got to let me wear him," she whispered in my ear.

"It's not possible," I replied. "He's not a suit. This *is* me now. I'm Grant."

"Pity," she muttered walking to the sink. She took a roll of paper towels and threw it at me, I caught it and cleaned myself up.

"Maybe I can find someone for you once I get started."

I picked up Jackson's skin and started to pull it on, bit by bit Grant's ebony body being gobbled up by the smaller jock. I struggled with Grant's much larger dick, stuffing it inside Jackson's sheath, although still hard it looked smaller. Soon only my head remained atop Jackson's body, I picked up my mobile and called a friend. "Hey! It's me Grant," I chuckled. "Yeah, they still after you bro'--" "That sucks, but what if I could make you disappear and set you up with an easy life? Hell I'll even throw in a sexy bitch that'll worship your ass. What'll that be worth to you?" "Uh-huh, make it twelve and I can make you disappear this weekend." "Oh, you like that huh? You need to meet me in Vegas, bring the money--that's all you need." "No, you don't need to book a hotel, that's already done."

I put my hand over the mobile. "First customer," I whispered to Claire.

I returned to the call. "Yeah, look bro' I'm gonna send you a picture of the guy I want you to meet. He's a white jock, but trust him as you'd trust me. He'll explain everything." I hung up and sent him the picture of Jackson. Finally I pulled what remained of the jock over my head and pushed his features into place, my wide nose and lips disappearing into his.

Closing my eyes I went over some of Jackson's recent memories and grinned, dwelling on his heavy fuck-fest with Sarah. I opened them again and looked at Claire, with a sad face. "What's up?" I asked.

"I miss Grant already," she replied.

"He's not going anywhere," I laughed stroking my abs. "You want to come to Vegas as well?"

"Could I?'

"Yeah, I might need some help sorting out Tom. I'll call Sarah, you'll look good in her. Maybe she'll get fucked again by Jackson--and Grant."

"A partnership?" She added.

I sighed, "OK."
The end?

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Ending #2

I leaned up against the counter and took a gulp of beer. Jackson looked me up and down licking his lips. "Did Sean send you?" He asked.

Something didn't feel right. "No, I was told to come here and pick up a package," I lied.

He nodded, and returned to a drawer by the fridge. I took another gulp of beer, feeling Grant's nervousness echoing my own. Jackson turned around revealing a taser in his hand. He lunged for me and the device crackled into life as he pushed it against my neck. My whole body spasmed, I tried to move but I just collapsed to the floor and everything went dark.

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I blinked and let out a groan trying to get up, but my hands and legs were tied. "What the fuck?" I shouted.

Jackson walked over and looked down at me. "Relax, you'll only hurt yourself."

"I'll fucking hurt you if I get loose."

"Just relax," he repeated.

I'd left a friend wearing Jackson--a place holder to keep him in circulation while I was away. I trusted them. "Jackson? Why are you doing this?" I yelled tugging at the bindings. He walked around me and pulled open my shirt revealing my muscular torso. From a bag he pulled a small scanner, I blinked recognising it immediately. He powered it up and started to sweep it up and down my body. "What's that," I lied knowing exactly what it was. "What are you doing?" He said nothing but continued to sweep the device back and forth.

The device beeped, and he looked at the display. "Looks like you're clean," he told me a little disappointed. "I'm not Jackson, he died six months ago," he coolly replied.

"What?" I faked surprised.

"I'm an undercover Doppel Agent. I'm going to untie you now, I want you to remain calm."

He pulled my ropes releasing me, he placed a hand on my chest. "You maybe dizzy, get up slowly."

I eyed him cautiously getting to my feet. "So who are you?" I asked nodding my chin towards him.

"Just call me Jackson for the moment," he replied.

I'd left Claire wearing Jackson, I was worried where she might be now. I rubbed at my wrists, and with a strong arm lashed out at him. My fist connected and he collapsed to the floor out cold. "You made a big mistake," I hissed through my teeth.

I straddled him pulling at his mouth, Jackson's face stretched and the agent's face was revealed. I didn't stop, and soon the interloper was free of Jackson's skin. I was furious, and grasped the man's head. His eyes snapped open, and he looked at me with fear in his eyes, "You lose mother-fucker." He groaned as I turned him into a suit.

Breathing hard, I grabbed my mobile. "Yo, you still in trouble?" "Yeah I guessed as much, I can make you disappear--and set you up for life. But you have to work for me," I told one of Grant's friends.

He snatched at the offer, knowing that his own life was hanging from a thread. I gave him Jackson's address and a while later he'd arrived and was standing over the agent. "So what the fuck are these?" he asked suspiciously.

"I've found a way to make people into suits, you can wear them--you get all their memories as well," I explained as I showed him the stretchy mouth.

"How the fuck do I know you're not just someone wearing my bro'?" he muttered.

"Try me," I replied, he pulled at my mouth--of course Grant wasn't a suit.

Reassured, he gave me a hug. "Fuck, I thought you'd gone--I hadn't heard from you for weeks."

"Just busy," I retorted. I kicked at the agent, "You're going to be this guy, he's a Doppel Agent," I told him.

He paled. "Fuck you did this to an agent? Are you crazy?"

"Once you get him on they won't be able to tell the difference, they never check their own people."

I watched him strip his clothes and inch by inch his dark skin disappeared under the agent's adding some ten years to his age. He closed his eyes and pulled the face over his own. He blinked and worked his jaw, "Fucker, you caught me out."

"Tell me about him," I demanded.

"Mike Carr, twenty-eight, used to be a marine." His eyes scanned left and right. "The agency had been watching Jackson for a while. We rushed the house two months ago, and we discovered a woman wearing Jackson's skin. I--Carr volunteered to wear the skin and go under cover, waiting for contact."

I grinned, I now had a mole. An agent that worked for me. I watched him leave the room, only to return in shorts and a vest. I called him over and pushed my thumbs around his mouth. "This will seal you in. Don't let them scan you, but if they pull at your mouth they won't find anything," I told him.

He turned to look at himself in the mirror and flexed. "New life, strong, and a killing machine," he muttered.

"And working for me," I added.

"So what's the plan boss?"

"Find out where Claire is, and get her released."

He nodded and picked up the phone. "This is agent Carr, designation 33421-Alfa-6. What's the situation with the woman we removed from the Jackson house?" "Release her." "Yes! Now!" He ended the call. "Done," he grinned. "Now what?"

I explained my plan to sell complete identities like Jackson's to people who needed to *disappear*. He liked the idea, knowing it worked for him. "I want you to return to the agency later, and be Carr. Tell them the trail went dead, but keep in touch, especially if they start to sniff around again. If they do, take the case and come find me."

"So what about this guy?" He asked kicking the Jackson skin, he paused for a moment as if he was remembering something. "He's taking Sarah to Vegas with Tom and Rachel."

"Tom, huh?" I sucked on my lip. "Know anyone in trouble like yourself?"

"Where do I start," he chuckled. "Try Miguel."

I called him, and explained the offer. He was just as desperate, so I told him to meet me in Vegas. "Sold to the man on death row," I laughed as I shucked my clothes and pulled on Jackson's skin, pausing I recalled his recent memories. "You old dog, you fucked her good and hard," I said to Carr.

He shrugged. "Sarah? Yeah I had to keep in character."

I pulled on Jackson's shorts and slipped into his flip-flops. "Looks like I've got a business to run, go back to the agency. Remember to keep in touch." I watched him leave, and then went to pack.
The end?

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