Seanday Off: Something Big

"Fuck this guy is hungry," Paul thought to himself, "I reckon I can get a good tip from this guy."

Paul was one of the escort agencies top men, easily earning over $2,000 a night. The agency had sent him a message telling him a young executive had asked for him specifically and doubled the fee if he could see him tonight. How could he refuse?

Paul arrived at the hotel, sure enough at the bar was a young executive immaculately presented in an expensive suit. Paul sat at the bar, and the guy leaned over. "You here to see me?" He asked.

Paul looked at the guy, he was probably no older than twenty-seven, his suit and shirt tailored to show off his muscular physique. Even his hair was perfectly crafted, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yeah, I'm Paul Stealman. You called the agency," Paul replied.

"Perfect, my name is Jason," he replied studying Paul's build.

Paul followed Jason to the room, moments later Jason was naked, and Paul found himself admiring his body. Paul pulled his shirt and pants off, although in his mid thirties he was handsome and strong.

Jason walked over and looked up into Paul's eyes. "Big, strong, handsome, a perfect specimen," Jason whispered as he drew Paul into a deep kiss. Grasping Paul's neck Jason sat on the couch, Paul knelt at his feet.

Seanday Shorts: Better Red, than Black

It showed no remorse after discarding its last victim, it oozed out of the construction workers mouth, a viscous slime so dark no light escaped its surface. As the last of the substance vacated its host, the shell of the once powerful man crumbled into dust leaving only a pile of dirty, oily work clothes that reeked of hard work.

The slime was a hunter, but not of this world. It would capture, and consume, disguising itself as its victim. It would live the hosts life undetected until it felt the hunger again, then it would reap another.

He was a big man--the construction worker, a veritable feast, it could easily stayed within the workers husk for another few months, but his life and routine was mundane. Although it didn't need to feed, it wanted stimulation.

Darkness of the evening shrouded the ooze as it headed for the nearest house. Keeping to the shadows it discovered a side door and slipped inside. It recognised it as a kitchen, and slithered up a wall to a higher vantage point. There were noises from elsewhere in the house--a tv, voices.

The slime migrated to the ceiling, adhering easily to its surface. Below the door opened and someone walked in, a teenager. The creature studied it for a moment; possibly 5'6", a small stature, but he had a stocky strong build. This would normally be rejected by the slime as he was far too small to provide any long-term sustenance, but it's previous meal will be sufficient to last more than a few months.

Seanday Repost: Devil Dog

As it's Halloween thought I'd re-post this story from way-back. Hope you enjoy it.

-- Trick or Treat...

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It was late afternoon when I went to meet Edmond, he'd just finished work. I could tell he'd been working hard as the sweat on his body glistened in the sun, I really couldn't resist taking a photo.

As I looked through the camera I saw Christian, one of the guys that worked with Edmond. Then something quite strange happened, the image blurred and refocused on him but his face had changed into something quite different. It showed the head of a dog on his shoulders; it had brilliant red skin with large ears. I returned my gaze to Christian, only this time I saw this creature without the need for the camera.



"Holly SHIT!" I screamed.

Turning I grabbed Edmond and ran as fast as I could. Looking over my shoulder I gasped as Christian came running after us, he was catching up fast with giant inhuman strides.

We both ducked down a side alley but suddenly my grip on Edmond's hand was torn from mine. I turned to see Christian crouched on all fours on my friends back, and with a leap he launched himself tripping me up. I tumbled into some trash cans cracking my head and a dull darkness enveloped my consciousness.

Seanday Massacre 6/6: Camouflage

I laid in wait, time had no meaning to me in this Earth world.

It didn't take me long to understand their culture. Everything appears to circle just a few things; money, power and the way they looked. None of these interested me, I only needed somewhere secure and warm.

I'd found myself in a gym. A place where people spent money to inflict pain and stress on themselves in the hope to improve the way they looked.

My species were masters of camouflage. We were a bio-gel organism, able to change our colour and surface texture. This supplemented with our ability to change our mass made us very hard to find.

At the moment I was spread across the floor of the locker room, expertly imitating its tiled surface. Many had walked across my back, none realised they were having a close encounter.

I felt a familiar weight, and gait as someone walked across the room. He sat on a bench, and I felt this was the time.

Seanday Special: Second Chance

Special Commission for Nothing But Fiction

Devin has returned from an assignment; with a three-day gap in his memory--a stutter they called it. He'd been working with the Chula on one of their warships. Strictly as an advisor, he'd identified a volatile thread in time. While in the field, he saved the life of another solider but almost got himself killed. The Chula had done their best to save him, but their nanogene technology was unstable on alien species. It caused some issues for Devin--skin blemishes, blue and in his opinion disgusting.

He stared at the mirror, and it flickered into life. A red circle in his reflection traced his eye and faded to green. His name flicked up in the mirrors surface, "Agent Devin Reineke." Data scrolled through the display, red lines of redaction etched the stutters in his memory.

The Toy

I blinked and opened an eye, throwing my arm across the bed it came down with a low thud, my hand explored the firm muscular pecs covered in soft fur, its owner simply let out a groan.

Turning I looked at the heavy set body of Jack laying next to me, thick muscles and shoulders, a perfect specimen. I blew gently in his ear, and his hand raised to scratch the irritation, his bicep swelled as he blinked and looked up at the ceiling.

Reaching up I rested my palm on his short black hair, tracing it down his sideburns to finally resting it under his chin. With a gentle motion I turned his head to face mine. He blinked again, his thick expressive eyebrows raised as if questioning. I simply smiled and he relaxed again, his full lips parted into a lazy smile.

“Can you get me a coffee buddy?” I asked.

With a slow smile he sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled on some of my boxers turning he gave me a cheeky wink, he knew how much I liked that.

Standing he slowly walked to the door; he was watching me in the mirror, and with a grin he rolled his massive shoulders forward, grasping his outstretched hands in front of him spreading his broad back.

I bit my lip as he swung his hands above his head, tensing and shivering slightly. With a gasp he dropped his arms and left the room. My dick was hard, he was always teasing me!

I’d dozed off again somehow and was woken again by Jack sitting on the side of the bed gently stroking my ear. I opened my eyes and smiled as he offered me a hot cup of coffee.

“I’m so lucky I found you Jack.”

He smiled and simply gave me a thumbs up.

“How long has it been now?”

He looked thoughtful as he started to count on his fingers, I loved watching him when he was thinking about stuff. With a smile he held up an open hand and a little finger from the other.

“Six years?” I asked?

He nodded with a smile.

“I wish you could talk.” I said with a soft smile on my face. He looked at me, and then down at the floor. I reached out with my hand gently touching his soft stubbly cheek lifting his face. His eyes lifted to look into mine, a puckered frown on his face.

“Even so, you are perfect.” With that he beams a smile.

There was a ring at the front door, I started to get up but Jack just wagged his finger at me. He tapped himself on his furry pecs and then flicked his thumb other his shoulder to the door silently mouthing ‘I’ll go.’ He left the room again.

Sipping on the coffee I heard the postman talking. Moments later Jack came back into the room, only this time he looked exactly like me.

He smiled; perfectly mimicking my grin before handing me the post. I gave him the same grin back and pulled him onto the bed, sitting next to me.

I looked into the my own reflection that was Jack, who looked away nervously biting his lip, another one of my habits.

“So it’s the weekend, what mischief should we get up to?” I asked.

He looked back, with a thoughtful look, and rubbed my morning stubble still on his face.

He raised a finger as an idea came to him, and I watched as my buddy melted before my eyes and reformed into a beautiful blonde, still wearing my underwear. With puckered lips “Jack” thrusted his hips back and forth slapping his pert ass.

“Nah, not today”

He changed back into the Jock I woke up with, slowly rubbing his pecs in thought.

“Do you think we can go down the gym together?” I asked.

A sly grin formed on his face as he rubbed his belly.

“Yeah, that’s the way.” I said with a grin.

I picked up some printed papers I had left on the table next to the bed and flipped through them stopping at one, I showed it to Jack and looked carefully at it and nodded.

Jack kicked my underwear off and got onto the bed and I stood up finishing my coffee as I watched him lay out in the middle of the bed.

I watched as his shape slowly lost it’s definition, becoming flatter and spreading out and changing colour into a black shiny surface.

Climbing onto the bed I laid in its centre, it was warm almost sticky and then I felt it start to move, up my legs, stretching around my thighs and feet. It worked its way up my torso until it covered me completely, it felt tight and warm to my skin.

Getting up from the bed I walked over to the mirror only to see a faceless, muscular body covered in a matte black alien substance.

I felt Jack move again, and I blinked a couple of times as my reflection changed.

This time my reflection was a muscular guy with a tanned skin. I smiled at my new reflection, and I felt a warmness inside as Jack’s pleasure washed over me.

I walked back to the papers on the table and looked at the the one I’d shown Jack. I was a perfect duplicate of the picture. I turned to the next picture and smiled at the heavy built jock with the furry pecs; the guy Jack had chosen to be for last night.

Ask No Questions

“God damn it, Combs!” said Coach Jennings, “Where in the hell have you been – and what the hell are you doing out of uniform?”

“Sorry, Coach,” said the college quarterback, Aaron Combs, as he brushed his tousled wavy hair away from his classically handsome face, inadvertently flexing one of his massive biceps in the process, “Lost track of time.”

“Lost track of time!” Coach Jennings said, furious, “Jesus, Aaron! We have practice at the same time every god damn day! What the hell’s going on with you, boy?!”

“Look, Coach,” Aaron said, “No offense or nothin’ but I don’t think I’m gonna be playing football no more. It’s not really my thing. And I’ve got much better uses planned for this body.”

“Not your thing…?” Coach Jennings said, “Not your thing? Aaron…”

“Listen, Coach,” Aaron said, suddenly becoming very uncharacteristically angry. He stood towering over his coach, “I’m not who I look like I am, and if you know what’s good for you, you won’t ask no questions. Got it.”

The coach saw a strange glint in Aaron’s eyes… something almost inhuman, although he couldn’t explain it. But the longer he stared into that cold gaze, the foggier things seemed to get.

“You will ask no questions…” a voice seemed to whisper in his head, “You will raise no suspicions that Aaron Combs is not anybody other than he says he is, no matter how strange his behavior may seem… You will ask no questions…”

“I will ask no questions…” the coach mumbled in a monotone.

“Good human,” said Aaron, his voice taking on a strange alien pitch for a split second before bumping the coach out of his way with his massive chest.

Coach Jennings stood dazed in the field as he watched his former student turn his back on him.

“I will ask no questions…” he repeated to himself, “I will ask no questions…”

You’ll Do!

“Mmm,” I thought to myself, focusing upwards at this hot stud’s glistening body, “You’ll do!”

Almost completely invisible to him, I snaked up his smooth, muscular legs. He brushed his thigh as I slid up it. I saw him look down to see what was there as I squeezed myself as thin as possible and quickly slid into his tight blue trunks. Lost for a moment in his closely-trimmed pubes, I found my target. His limp dick was pressed closely against his body, but I was able to slide around to the front, inviting myself in through his piss slit.

With one firm push, I was inside of him, and I felt his dick respond immediately, springing to action – which must have come as quite a surprise to him. I felt his hand grasp around the thickening pole in his trunks with a sharp gasp, but I was already starting to take control. I knew that we were in public, so this was going to have to be as smooth as possible. I felt myself spreading out all over his body, each of his warm limbs coming under my control one by one. I tried to keep him as still as possible, but a little bit of flinching and twitching was unavoidable.

Finally, I felt myself curling up inside of his skull, all of his thought processes and memories becoming mine. I was completely inside. A smooth takeover. I grinned.

“Anthony?” I heard a girl’s voice calling from behind me. Emily, I remembered, “What are you doing over here? Come back to the cabana, baby. I just ordered us some more drinks!”

“Hey, babe,” I said, wrapping my toned arms around the gorgeous girl and giving her a kiss on the forehead, “Sorry, I thought I saw something over here I wanted to check out.”

“Well, come on!” she said, pulling me by the hand, “It’s gonna rain later, I wanna get in as much time in the sun this morning as we can. And then we can spend the afternoon in our hotel room… in bed… just the two of us…”

“Oh?” I said, raising an eyebrow. God, having this guy’s charm was gonna be fun! “If that’s what you have planned for the afternoon, I hope it starts to rain soon!”

The girl giggled and started heading back towards the cabana.

“Come on!” she said.

“I’ll be over there in a sec, babe,” I called out to her, “I just need a few more seconds.”

As I watched her, I let myself seep just a bit deeper into Anthony. I looked down at the sexy body I was in control of and gave it a flex.

“That bitch’ll be lucky if I decide to stick with her for the rest of their little vacation,” I said to myself, “This is a damn hot body, and I’m sure as hell not gonna waste it on just one chick!”