Last Seandays: Jack's Back

I walked into the locker room; Jack was waiting. "What time do you call this you fucker!" he growled at me.

I shrugged, "What's the matter pretty boy, I'm only ten minutes late."

"Fuck you! I'm meant to be meeting Trevor now. You know the agreement, I do the sport and you do the straight stuff. Claire has called six times by the way," he muttered pulling off his clothes. He stood there stretching his tight lean body. "Close the doors you idiot."

Last Seandays: Taking Your Medicine

I watched Robbie Schnyder, quarterback for the school, from the bleachers as the team practiced. He was amazing at all the school's sports, in fact they had a whole cabinet dedicated to his trophies. He was a good looking fuck as well, not that I looked ugly or anything, it's just he was going places--I wasn't.

It was his last year at college, he'd already got university covered and--I heard--a modelling career.

I glanced at Robbie's girlfriend, a few seats away--Kirsty Williamson. She was beautiful; lean and shaped perfectly, but she had a reputation, a gold digger. She glanced over and smiled. I wondered how many guys she'd been with, and whether Robbie even knew. She pouted and blew me a kiss, I felt my cheeks start to flush.

Last Seandays: Relax

"Trevor?" Kurt muttered eyes blinking slowly.

I snorted. "Ha, you must be joking. That twink isn't worth a sniff. I just used his shape to get close to you Kurt," I chuckled running a finger down his pecs.

He frowned, and I rolled my eyes returning to my original form. He gasped and tried to sit up, I pushed him easily back into the chair. "You're not going anywhere for the time being. You're flying back to the States tomorrow?" He let out a grunt, and I smiled. "I need a way to get into the country. Sure I'm a shape shifter, I could take your place, but that would leave lose ends. I hate lose ends," I muttered.

"You see Kurt, your going to get me in the country, and you won't even know you helped me. Tonight will just feel like a dream, you and Trevor will fly out and then—" I stop talking, Kurt appeared to be asleep from the sedative now.

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: Sleeping Pair

I whispered to John. “Is that Tony and Jack in each others arms back there?” I asked nodding to the rear of the coach.

“Yeah, cute aren’t they.”

”Pfft, gay as fuck,” I groaned.

“Man, they’ve got it lucky they’re on holiday for another six weeks!”

“Fuck, you’re kidding me! Lucky shits we have to go home tonight, and why did you have to get a flight in the middle of the night? Jeez!”

“Look, don’t give me any shit. You’ll be thanking me when I’ve told you what I’ve done.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

John waved a vial in front of my nose. “Fuck you didn’t” I said.

“Fuck I did,” John smiled.

Last Seandays: Complementary Swap

Danny walked out looking like the schools top football player; “How do I look?”

“Amazing” came the reply, “Yeah, felt really strange pulling on his clothes, his body is twice as big as mine” replied Danny.

They both looked at the unconscious original naked on the bed. “I really appreciate this Tony, can’t believe I’m going out with the guys and meeting up with Claire tonight.”

“Not a problem man, you go off and enjoy yourself, I’ll make sure Brett here doesn’t wake up.” Danny left to enjoy himself, while Tony had his own plans for the evening.

Stripping, Tony sidled up to Brett and whispered in his ear “It’s ok man he’s gone now”, with that Brett open his eyes and smiled at Tony; “Fuck it’s hard acting the straight jock all the time, great idea of yours to get guys to take my place all the time...”

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.

Sunday Reloaded: Always the Opportunist

It was Saturday afternoon when I started to think about the night ahead. I needed a body I could use to have some fun in, perhaps stretching it to the whole weekend. I thought about my options; I could visit the gym, perhaps pick up a bodybuilder. I scratched the stubble on my chin, perhaps a twink. I chuckled thinking about the kid next door and then shook my head--way to close to home. I still had no ideas, so I decided to do some browsing at the local Mall, always a good place to pick something up.

I was just about to leave the mall, it had been disappointing mainly families and the elderly. I was making my way back to the parking lot when a couple came around the corner. He was walking; his hand on a girls shoulder. His t-shirt was tight across his shoulders and chest, thick biceps stretched its sleeves. I glanced at his face as I walked past; cropped hair, black expressive eyebrows atop crystal blue eyes. It took a moment, but then I recognised the face with its strong jaw it was Kyle Miller--the local college quarterback.

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 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?"

Seanday Reloaded: What’s up Son?

I walked over and gave Jack a fatherly hug pulling him in close to my heavy chest, but he pushed away.

“What's the matter son?”

Jack looked at me with a suspicious eye, “For a start my Dad never calls me son!”

“Ahh, I guess I should call you Jack then?”

“And he’s never hugged me in my life!” Jack mumbled

“Shit, really screwed it up for you eh?”

“Yeah kinda, took a while to get my dad to drink that stuff you know?”

“Yeah I know, kinda big commitment from me as well pulling on this heavy suit and becoming your dad.”

“I know, but my dad was shit and you got thrown out of your house by your parents. You know my dad would never have let you lived with me, now we’ve fixed both problems.”

Jack looked around and checked no one was around before pulling his dad in giving him a kiss.

Seanday Off: The Big Squeeze

It had already been a long day, the team had been working hard for qualification at the end of the week. The six of of them stood in a circle breathing heavy dripping with sweat.

“You’ve done great today guys, but we all have to but more effort into this..” Carl punches the palm of his hand for effect, “.. the league starts this weekend and we need to get as many of us into the key positions within the game.”

As captain, Carl looked around at his team; Jerry, Phil, Steve, Kevin and the new guy Rory. Each one of them was strong and stocky, typical wrestler build.

It had been a long four hours, Carl had worked them all hard but now it was getting late so he sent them all for a shower.

He watched them all turn and leave for the locker room, he went through his mind on how he could improve each one of them, make each one of them better!

Carl was impressed by the new kid Rory who joined only a couple of days ago, a bit shorter than the rest of them but just as stocky.

He watched Rory’s tight bubble butt as he walked back with the guys.

Seanday Lunch: Sister's Brother

"Mr Dawson," Marcus exclaimed looking both worried and surprised, "I thought you'd left."

"Obviously," I replied. "Where's Sarah? I thought you were meant to be doing some kind of school project together."

He gave me a sheepish look, "She--she," he stuttered. "She's gone to get some snacks."

"She wasn't in the kitchen," I frowned. I could tell something was up, he hadn't stopped looking at the floor. "Where is she Marcus?"

"She's gone to the Mart," he said, "I think."

I snorted dismissively and glanced out the window, there was only my sedan outside. "She's taken your pickup?" He jerked a nod, glanced up and looked down again. "She knows she's not allowed to drive any other vehicle part from mine."

"Sarah didn't say anything."

My patience was running thin, I was very protective, Sarah meant everything to me. "Make it easy for yourself, tell me what's going on," I growled as I stood over him. "Look at me boy!" His eyes slowly lifted to look at mine. "Tell me, and make sure it's the truth!"

Seanday ReCap: Tommy Gunn

I sat there wondering how much longer I could get away with it.

Sarah had almost caught me when she’d come into the room. I’d just clipped the watch into place and picked up the T-shirt I’d left on the chair.

Seanday Squirt: Not Right

I was walking through Central Square, when I saw something that made my gut wrench. My bro', Josh was sitting with that queer from school. Damnit, that was the last straw. He'd been acting weird for the past few days. The other guys hand't noticed, he knew everything, played football--as he always did, but there was something different.

The Date

By Carlos Palanca

“You’re going down, man!” exclaimed Lucas as he turned his black cap around, putting the visor behind his head.

“Oh, please!” replied Conner. “You couldn’t beat me even if your life depended on it!”

“Yeah right!” said Lucas sarcastically.

Lucas and Conner are best friends and at the same time, roommates in their apartment, which is located a block away from the university that they attend to. Just a month ago, as they were on a camping trip, they found a naked guy, lying around the woods. They though that the man was dead but it turns out that the guy was a bodysuit! They only read something about it online but they never really thought that these things exist. Now, they take turns using the suit and having fun with it. The even got a hot girlfriend for the guy, with either Lucas or Conner in control of course.

Now, Tanner, the name of the guy/bodysuit has a date with Kate, the girlfriend. The two best friends are settling who will be the one who will be wearing the suit and both of them are very eager to be the one who will wear Tanner.

Seanday Fillers: Another Take

"Damn, you scored big time," Tony chuckled taking another photo.

"Have I ever let you down?" I replied putting a strong arm around Tony's shoulders.

He looked at me and tipped his head, "Like those kids?"

"It was only a week," I groaned and shoved him. "Besides, it was your idea."

Tony's mouth dropped open. "How so?"

Guest Post: Legion and Lover (6/6)

by Seuzz

The prickle of cool air on his face brought Vincent back into full consciousness. But he kept his eyes closed even after the towel had come off. "You get rid of those nurses," he murmured.

"It's just us," said the technician.

"'Cos this is off the books, you know."

"I know. And I'm erasing the data the moment you're out. No one will know it's you under your new face."

"Good. You hear from my man Trevon?"

"He'll pick you up at four."

"We'll be done by then?"

"It's not yet midnight now."

"Mm. I thought I drifted off longer than that. How's everything look below the neck?"

"Good. Are you ready for me to start working on your face?"

Vincent only smiled in reply, and smiled more widely at the dabs of alcohol to his jaw, chin and temple. Even the needles -- usually the part that bothered him -- prickled with promise.

Guest Post: Legion and Lover (5/6)

by Seuzz

"Ryan? Baby?" Vincent stood in the living room and called. "I got back from Toronto early, and I don't gotta go back in for a new sculpt until -- " He padded through the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom. "Honey? My man here -- " He slapped his chest proudly. "Played college football, kept in shape. Hung like a -- "

He broke off. The house was empty. Empty? It felt abandoned. Sterile beneath the faded floral scents.

Floral scents. Vincent tried to do what Tito had once suggested he do: Try to think more than three steps ahead.

The service came on Mondays, and this was Friday. Ryan was constitutionally incapable of not reducing a house to a pig sty in the space of four days. Ergo, he was out of town or at least on vacation from the house. But he had left no message for Vincent on where to find him. Ergo, Ryan was expecting to be back home before Vincent was scheduled to get back on Sunday. Ergo, Ryan was taking a vacation that he expected Vincent would not notice, and probably would not want his boyfriend noticing he had taken.

An ache opened up in Vincent's chest. His legs turned numb from the knees down as he went into the bedroom and began to methodically search the dressers, bureaus, and closets. The terrible thing was that even if he found nothing, that wouldn't prove a negative. But if he did find what he was afraid of finding --

And he found it. A box of condoms, something he and Ryan had never had in the house.

Worse, it was almost empty.