Final Story: Skip and Jump (pt4 of 4)

I knew Tom had a lot of heavy graft, some of it dirty ahead of him today. On the other hand, Connor had a free day, possibly the whole weekend to explore the expo.

This wasn't going to be difficult.

I knew, although he was big, he had little experience--if any--defending himself against a martial arts professional like myself.

My attack surprised Connor; he tried valiantly to protect himself, but it was futile and within a few minutes he was laid out on the floor unconscious.

Slowly, I wriggled and pulled myself from Tom's back, and lowered him to the floor. I was sorry to leave him, but his knowledge and warm composure was something I could share with Josh when I returned home.

My attention turned to the gorilla laying on the floor. I was soon be taking Connor's identity, he was arrogant and cocky, but something told me there was something else to the giant--I guess I'd find out soon enough?

Josh wasn't small, but next to Connor I felt tiny. I knelt next to giant, and pulled each arm out from under his torso. His hands were huge, come to think of it, so was his arms, shoulders, neck and back!

Climbing onto his back, I compared our sizes. Josh was 5'7", Connor looked--and felt--more like 6'4" possibly even bigger.

Plucking his cap from his head, I tossed it to the side. I began to align myself, I was enjoying ease and time I had; no need to rush.

Grasping his hands, I felt his muscular biceps against my own. I was laying across his shoulders, my nose central at the nape of his neck. His hair smelt of product, it was thick and hard with gel. Glancing down, I could see my feet barely reached his calves. Thankfully I knew it wasn't important; whether the body was larger, or smaller I always squeezed in somehow.

Final Story: Skip and Jump (pt3 of 4)

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.

Final Story: Skip and Jump (pt2 of 4)

It worked--of course, and I performed like an animal in bed. I learnt some new tricks, that I'd be taking away as Josh, but I pumped her into a frenzy multiple time, working Grant's body for my own pleasure.

The next morning we showered alone, and I picked through Grant's clothes, deciding on something simple.

We did all the tourist stuff, which I enjoyed, especially with a girl like Heather. Something inside regretted the abstinence I'd agreed upon as Josh.

That evening after an expensive meal in the hotel, I performed again, only this time I used our strength a little more, and she enjoyed it a lot more.

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I only had limited time away, and knew I had to return to Josh's home in a few days. That morning I decided, although I was enjoying myself as Grant, it was time to move on for some more fun.

Heather enjoyed the lay-in with me, and of course we made out a few more times. After a shower, I told her I would go out and get us both a Starbucks from show the street while she got herself ready for the day.

Final Story: Skip and Jump (pt1 of 4)

So, this is me now...

... a wrestler, who'da guessed!

I was getting past my best and was looking for something a little younger when I heard about this teen. He'd been in an accident, a freak one, and had to be sedated to aid his recovery. They showed a picture of Josh in hospital, he looked fine but they weren't hopeful.

It didn't take long for me to decide to fix him, it would be a miracle in many eyes, but I'd been doing if for too many years to remember.

I found him in a private ward, the usual pipes and wires keeping him alive. I knew what I was going to do was wrong, but I believed I would be good for Josh with my experience on hand.

Slipping out of my clothes, I parted his lips and grasped his shoulders. Offering the crown of my head against his mouth, I pushed.

Closing my eyes, I focused on changing; something flowing, and pushed slowly into his body.

Last Seandays: Body Shop

Business was slow, the new cars had sophisticated immobilisers. To steal a car nowadays you needed the keys, and I knew just how to get them.

I'd found an expensive hotel in Las Vegas, valet parking was the answer. The hotel was busy, and they had a team of ten drivers. Strangely enough I had ten guys in my team as well, but they weren't the sort of people you'd willingly give you car to--but that was going to change.

Renting an expensive car, I filled the trunk with shopping and drove to the hotel. I pulled up outside and popped the trunk, one of the valet team came over and helped with the shopping before taking the car to park it.

I stood there for a moment, and waited. As I expected one of the team walked over, the name 'Nathan' was embossed on the badge. "Can I get someone to help you with those?" He asked.

"Can you help me?" I asked stuffing a $20 in his hand.

He looked at the bill, and his eyes lit up. "Well, I'm not meant to leave my station." I stuffed a $50 in his hand. "But--If the guy in charge can't take a break, what's the point?"

He let out a whistle, and six guys trotted up. "Craig, you man the desk, I'm just helping this gentleman with his shopping."

I'd done my homework, Nathan was the head of the valet team. He was big and strong, but the twenty-three year old had earned the trust and respect from the rest of the team--something I'd make use of later.

I told him the room I was staying in and followed him, it was an impressive sight. Strong broad shoulders, thick arms and a handsome face--definitely something I could work with. His uniform, black dress pants, white v-neck shirt and tailored waistcoat only emphasised his build further.

Opening the door to the room, he walked inside. My team was waiting and tackled him to the floor. It took all of them to subdue him. I took the serum and injected it into his neck, he continued to struggle for a couple of minutes then stopped.

Last Seandays: Pit Bull

I followed Paul across the road, looking him up and down with a little envy. "Why the fuck do I always have to wear the ugly one?" I droned in a thick Bronx accent.

Paul said nothing and tugged at the yellow vest he was wearing. I jogged behind him trying to keep up, Jerry had a face only his mother would love, but he was strong and built like a brick shit house. It didn't stop his unfortunate demise at my hands though, just another for my collection.

Last Seandays: The Alpha - Pt2.

It was three hours into the party, and I was well on the way to being out of my head inside Jack. One of the dark corners of the room caught my eye, it was Mark I recognised his black t-shirt and brown skinny jeans. It looked like he was getting serious with a fit blonde. Paul sidled up next to me and nudged me. "You having fun?" He asked.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Hell yeah, Jack's always hard, and when I bark people jump," I grinned. "Except for that blonde over there," I nodded at the corner. "Maybe I should jump into Mark?"

Paul leaned on the bar and looked up at me. "You should ask, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Ask? I didn't think I needed permission," I retorted.

"You don't, but Craig is inside Mark at the moment."

I do a double take at Paul, and realised I was talking to the real Jock. "Fuck, when did he swap out of you?" I asked.

"Just after we arrived. We hooked up with Tony in one of the back rooms," he replied.

"But Tony isn't gay."

Last Seandays: The Alpha – Pt1.

Saturday night staying in again I thought to myself. My mobile beeped. Come over were going to a party tonight, it was a message from my friend Craig. I'll come over, but you know I don't do parties I replied.

When I got there, Craig answered the door with the widest grin on his face. "What are you so smug about?" I chuckled.

"We're going to that party over at John Weiss's tonight," he said with a glint in his eye.

"You're an idiot sometimes, what chance have we got? There's no way we're getting into that party. You've got to be a pure bred jock, rich or something. It's not a place for people like us," I replied glumly.

Craig poked his head around the door to the den. "Got something to show you buddy," he smirked.

With a sigh, I followed him into the den and gasped at the scene in front of me. Standing there were seven jocks, all prettied up and ready for a party. I shrunk back a little feeling intimidated by the group. As I cast my eyes along the line of jocks, I realised that none of them had moved, not even blinked. "What's going on?" I stuttered.

Craig walked along the line of jocks and prodded each one with a finger, none of them responded. "Primed and ready to go my friend," Craig told me in a very confident voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked with a frown.

"I've been working hard," he sniggered. "Working them all hard one by one."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"They're all close friends, even closer now I've worked on them," Craig smiled. "I started with Tony," he pointed at the jock in the white t-shirt on the left. "After I wormed my way into his body, I modified his thoughts and memories while I pretended to be him for the week. I worked my way through the entire group, and now they follow my orders."

"What are they going to do? Just stand there all day?" I asked.

"No, I can get them to act normal, but I can summon any of them with a call to their phone."

"What about me?" I ask.

"Look buddy, you've been my friend for a long time, and helped me out through the tough times. You've been like family to me, why wouldn't I let you on in the fun?"

I pulled at my lip, and then I realised what he meant about going to the party. "Wait, you mean go to the party as one of these jocks?"

"Yeah, whichever one you want," Craig smiled.

I looked at them one at a time. "Which jock's the leader, you know the alpha?" I asked nervously.

"That's Jack," he replied pointing at the jock in the middle of the line with the blue jeans. "He keeps all the guys in line."

"Then him," I told Craig. "How do I get inside him?"

"Simple, I've set them up to let either one of us to push into them, taking over their lives."

I walked over to Jack and took his hand leading him into the middle of the room. He offered no resistance as I traced a hand across his impressive frame, his shoulders and back. I glanced across the faces of the remaining jocks, their eyes are glassy and lifeless.

Jack only let out a low groan as I pushed into his larger body. I felt a flush of warmth, and as I looked down; I noticed my waist and feet were obscured by Jack's pecs. I reached up and felt the thick slabs of meat through the tight t-shirt. "Fucking awesome," I muttered using Jack's voice.

Craig clicked his fingers a couple of times and the remainder of the jocks obediently looked over. He pointed at the jock with the logo on his t-shirt. "You're my ride for tonight, come over here."

Jack's memories started to bleed into mine. "That's Paul right?"

"Yeah, that's right. Remember to everyone else your Jack, nobody will be able to tell the difference now you've picked up his memories as well," he replied as he pushed into Paul's back. "Paul's a tough little fucker, he's bi but keeps it quiet," Craig explained using Paul's voice.

"So we're going to the party now?" I asked.

Paul clicked his fingers a couple of times, and the remainder of the jocks blinked and came to life again. "Ok guys, huddle up, huddle up," Paul told the other jocks as they formed a half circle around him. I stood behind Paul looking over his shoulder. "You know who I really am," they all nod. Paul turns and puts an arm around my shoulder, "You know who this is?" He asks.

"It's Jack of course," Tony chirped.

The jock standing next to him elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't be a fuck ass, he's talking about the guy inside Jack," he growled.

"Treat him, as you would treat me. Do whatever he asks without question," Paul continued, and they all nodded.

I let Jack's alpha persona wash over me. "OK, you fuck-wits we're going to hit this party hard. Drink, dance and fuck any bitches that are up for it. Now get the fuck out of my sight, I need to talk to Paul," I growled. They all bundled out of the house, I knew some of them were scared of Jack; I liked that. "Why are we taking them all?" I asked.

He looked up at me and ran a finger down my inherited pecs. "Options buddy, if you get bored being the alpha male just call over one of the other guys--bang! You've got a whole new identity to have fun with."

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."

Last Seandays: Under the skin

So where have I been for the past couple of weeks? Well as I’ve been trapped for a while I wanted to spread my wing a bit and perform some body hopping…

It’s true, I’ve had some fun in Ryan but it was time for a change.

Of course there were few that weren’t intimidated by Ryan’s physical size. I was out in the Mall, checking out some clothes; it was always fun to strip off my shirt in the shop and try stuff on – just for the looks from others.

It was in one of the many shops I spotted Chris, a lot smaller and younger than Ryan, but damn cute in his own way. I watched as he picked up a sweater and made his way to the fitting rooms. I followed him in…

I walked into the room, all the doors to the closets were open apart from one. I walked Ryan over to the closed door knocked on the door.

Last Seandays: Student Tryouts

"Yeah, he's sleeping like a baby."

"Dude, you're really going to do it? I mean, he's your dad!" Marcus whispered.

"Look, I've been inside you at school for the past few days and now they want to know why I've not been there! I think a call from my dad telling them I've been sick will work."

Seanday Reloaded: To Close

The doorbell rang again. "I'll get it," I shouted over the noise of the party. I looked at myself in the mirror and adjusted my tie. Yeah, I looked good--I always did.

I opened the door, and more of her friends filed in. I smiled tightly as they laughed and pushed at each other; all of them a good five years younger than me. "Mr. A," they acknowledged as they passed. I knew them all, I'd seen them before but not all together. My skin prickled, excitement or jealously I wasn't sure.

Following the new guests back to the party I glanced cautiously around the group. One of them gripped my arm, "This is a great birthday party," Peter told me, trying to be heard over the music.

I smiled. "Yes, had to do something special for my favourite niece," I replied in a raised voice looking over at Emily surrounded by her friends.

Peter tugged at my arm again and beckoning me to the quieter kitchen. "Sir, I don't want you to be mad or anything but we've got a special present for Em'."

Seanday Lunch: Inside and Out

Jerry had been pushing Ben around at the party. Jerry was your typical hard headed bully. He stood in front Ben, and grabbed his shirt, lifting him off the ground. Ben flinched away from the giant's face, and glimpsing Jerry's bicep threatening to burst through the sleeve of his white shirt.

"You fucking queer!"

"Hey! What's going on Jerry, leave him alone!" a girl called out.

Jerry dropped Ben like a hot potato, and spun on his heels. The shout came from his girlfriend Jodie.

"We were just messin'," he laughed. He looked at Ben, and scowled. "Isn't that right buddy?" Ben said nothing, and staggered against the wall.

"Jerry, stop bullying people. If I see you doing it again, we're finished!" Jodie--with a flick of her head--turned and stormed off.

Jerry's gaze returned to Ben. "See what you made me do, now I'll have to be fucking nice until she forgets. You're going to pay so much for that..."

He bully glanced around, and then grabbed Ben by the scruff of the neck and marched him into the kitchen. Inside, he growled at the collection of teens to get out. No one was going to argue.

Ben's had his doubt that he would escape Jerry unblemished. Of course, he had the option to get inside the bully, but that thought only revolted him.

As Jerry's pulled back, there was a shout from the door.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Jerry glanced over, it was Calum; Jodie's brother.

"Well, this fucking queer was coming onto me!" Jerry spitted. Ben just pulled a face and slowly shook his head.

Seanday Shorts: Last One

"Cole do you have to smoke?"

He paused and looked at me. It was a cold hateful stare of a trapped man. He stubbed out the cigarette, returning it to the packet. I watched as he tensed his muscles one by one, was he bored or just testing the limits of the control I had over him?

I'd seen him working over the street, heavy labour and quickly realised he was really strong. He was just one of a handful of men working on the house.

He was usually the last to leave, having to clear the site each evening. So I called him over as he was about to leave, we shook hands as I introduced myself--his last voluntary gesture. He belonged to me now. In his eyes I could see the frustration as I toyed with him, each time he would struggle to resist, but I could see he was weakening.

After a few hours I sent him on his way, told him to act normally. But each evening he'd return to my house, totally passive but his eyes told the true story.

As the days past I bought a new closet of clothes to suit Cole's stature. He showered, cleaned himself for me and got dressed in clothes that I knew he could never afford himself. I told him to take me out for dinner--he did of course, was very attentive, but always the eyes told another story.

Still that was all to change, I'd completed the paperwork now. Cole was able to handle all my finances as he wished.

undress myself was awkward. "Help me," I told him. He carefully undressed me, at 84 years, it was something I wasn't going to have endure for much longer.

"Sit down Cole," I said, and I climbed onto his lap. "Now lay back." As his did I laid back as well. I could feel his strength. "Hold me," I whispered.

He embraced me with his strong arms, I felt his stubble on my cheek. I muttered the words I'd used some sixty odd years ago and slipped into Cole's body. With a gasp, I sat up. Getting to my feet I went to the mirror to see my new reflection. "Perfect," I said in Cole's voice. I blinked for a moment; his--my--eyes. The hatred and loathing was all gone, even though we shared his mind now it was me in control.

Laughing I returned to the chair, took out the cigarette and lit it. "I'll give up at the weekend," I chuckled to myself.

Seanday Story: Never too Big

"I can't do it," I said as my form shifted back.

"Why not? You didn't have any problems looking like Mike," James complained and showed me another picture.

"He's not that much taller," he said, "if you could be him it'll be awesome." He looked away nervously and added, "I've got the keys to his house."

"How did you get those?" I asked.

"Don't ask," he replied.

I frowned, "I'm asking, tell me!"

James sighed. "I walk his dog, he's going away for a month and he's asked me to feed and walk the dog while he's away."

"So why all the interest in this guy?"

James put a hand on my chest. "He's a male escort and not just the arm candy type."

"Oh?" I was getting interested.

"Yeah, looks after all types of clientele," he tells me, "that's why he's got a Lamborghini parked in the garage!"

"So what are you suggesting? Be this guy for the weekend?" I asked. "What do you get out of it?"

"Think of the bigger picture, this guy is going to be out of the country for a whole month! You can move in!" James said.

Seanday Reloaded: Long Time Investment

People talk to me about long time investments, money related of course but I have another way of looking at it with the bonus of extending my life.
Take Darren here, I did about four years ago! He wasn’t as big as he is now, but I could see his potential and I decided to make him my personal project and investment.

I’d been tailing him for a couple of days, he’d been out with his friends and separated from them to walk home; the perfect opportunity for me.

Seanday Reloaded: Armed and Ready

"What the hell are you talking about?" Trevor growled at Steve.

"Look, I'm only saying that you can win a lot more if you had some technique rather than just relying on your strength."

Trevor released his grip on Mark who wiped his hand down his orange shirt. "Damn, that's one hell of a grip dude," Mark muttered shaking his hand.

"So you think you can beat me?"

"No, I don't think I can beat you. I'm the smallest guy here for fucks sake," Steve sighed getting a little impatient.

"Thought so, you're all talk."

Sunday Reloaded: The Hitchhiker

The sun was beating down on my back, these corn fields seem to go on forever. I squatted on the ground and mopped my brow.

I'd been on the run for the past couple of days, hiding out in barns and out buildings from deserted farms. It had been an unfortunate accident, during a confidence scam. One of the local hoodlums had got killed, and they'd hung the thing on me.

The cops knew what I could do; get inside other people and hide but they'd figured out a way to protect themselves. All they needed was a sigil tattooed on the inside of their right wrist, and I wouldn't be able to touch them. People were even able to download, and put it on themselves as a temporary one. I tried to jump someone and found that I'd just bounce off them, scared I'd just ran.

It must have been about four in the afternoon where the field came to an end. In front of me was a dirt track--perfectly straight that disappeared into the distance in each direction.

I had no idea where I was, or which direction I should take. Looking at the sun, I could see it beginning to set so decided to go west.

Walking along the dusty track, I'd occasionally look up and down the track in hope to see something. I knew I'd be risking any contact, but to be honest I was really looking for a shower and somewhere to sleep.

I must have walked about five miles, when I saw a dust cloud heading towards me. I stopped and squinted against the sun; a glint caught my eye. As it approached I could see it was a large pickup. I waved my hand as it got closer, and then it pulled up next to me and stopped.

The window buzzed as it slid down, and the cool air from inside felt like a kiss of an angel. "You OK son?" The driver asked. I said nothing as I basked in the fresh breeze emanating from the cab. The driver; a big guy leaned over and opened the door. "You'd better get in before you pass out boy," he chuckled.

The cool air, beckoned me in, and I practically fell into the passenger seat. I pulled the door closed locking out the heat of the day as the window buzzed up again. The guy handed me a bottle of water, which I accepted and gulped down. "Hey, slow down boy there's plenty."

"Thank you Sir," I gasped.

"You're lucky I came across you, this dirt track is hardly ever used. I've just finished my two week survey, and heading back to the city."

"The city?" I repeated, that's the last place I want to visit full of people protected. "Are there any towns you can drop me off on the way?"

"Not really, it's just corn fields and dirt. The office wants me back urgently, couldn't quite figure out why, so I need to get going. Make your mind up kid."

Seanday Shorts: Hit and Miss

I stood there sweating like a pig at the slaughterhouse, a bitter taste in my mouth. Breathing heavy I studied my reflection in the gym's mirror opposite.

Slowly I ran my tongue across my lips and then grinned at the cut of my abs. I'd worked hard to get this body, and it was all mine. Raising my chin smiled and traced a thumb slowly down my pec admiring the way my bicep tightened, and then felt tightness in my shorts. I felt my cheeks flush, and I looked around with a guilty smirk.

"Looking good," a voice whispered. I hadn't even noticed Dominic sidle up next to me carefully looking over my reflection. I'd known him for a couple of years now, he was into sports gear--loved his Adidas. He was a fit guy, not built but lean with heaps of endurance, and kinda cute.

"Thanks," I replied with a shrug, I thought for a moment and added, "looking good yourself."

"Thanks," he replies with a mischievous grin. He leaned in to whisper something, and I leaned over. "He's a proper little fighter."

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Sunday Reloaded: Touch and Feel

I was walking down the corridor at my gym, I'd just finished a heavy workout and decided to shower at home. The ones in the gym were full of office workers, and their drone of how much money they'd made that day just grated on me.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and admired my thick bicep in the mirror on the wall, not bad for a guy of my age I thought.

It was hen I caught the reflection of a young guy checking me out, and I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed. Something about him looked familiar. But I couldn't quite place it as he came level with me he stopped. "Do I know you?" He asked.

"I don't know, come to think of it you look familiar as well," I replied.

He raised a hand, and I was surprised when he grasped my bicep. I felt something like an electric shock, so much, so I dropped my bag. "Nice piece of muscle you've got there," he murmured.

"Who are you?" I stuttered, suddenly feeling weak.