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: 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: Intruder

"Tony, where are you?" I shouted into the quiet apartment. "I want my fucking deposit back if you're going to throw me out for no reason. You hear me?"

I slammed the door and started to search the rooms, and then I came across the fucker lying on the kitchen floor. "I want my money," I demanded.

He looked at me through lifeless eyes; he rolled onto his back with a dull thud. Then, inch by inch he was being pulled into the next room by his feet. I stood there for a moment as he slowly disappeared through the door, his limp arms dragging behind him.

"What the fuck?" I muttered following Tony into the next room. I stopped as I came face to face with a stranger; he was dressed in black, a hood over his face. Through the eyeholes piercing blue eyes flicked between me and Tony: he dropped Tony's feet and slowly pulled something from his pocket, the steel of a knife glinted in the sun.

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 Lunch: Fractured

"Jesus, I never realised how hard these guys worked," I gasped pulling off my helmet, and then realised there were still other players around--I snapped my mouth shut hoping nobody heard me.

"Shit, I think I'm overheating or something," I gasped, I felt the world start to spin as I pulled up the tight shirt trying to get some air. It did little to help, my pads below were just as tight.

I was on the verge of passing out when I heard distant voices, and then the skies opened drenching me in ice water. "Better?" I heard a voice chuckle behind me, turning I recognised the face of Joe.

"Jeez, Joe what are you trying to do--drown me?" I spluttered.

"Fine," he muttered, "next time I'll let you pass out and die."

I coughed up some water and thanked him. It seemed to have worked, I felt a lot better. "Thanks bro' it was just a bit of a shock." He nodded, and told me that I owed him a beer.

I should have known how demanding the game was, I had access to Carl's memories after all. But the raw anger, and ruthlessness to win were so overwhelming that I only dared to dip into them the once.

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.

Seanday Replay: Self Funded

I looked down and let out a sigh. It had happened again.

I didn't bother to check out the body I'd been dumped in--even casually. It had happened to me so many times it was just boring now. If anything I was more concerned about my old body.

I had no idea who I was now, apart from the obvious. An eighteen, possibly nineteen year old who enjoyed walking around shirtless--kids these days I thought to myself.

Looking around I vaguely recognised the basketball court on the other side of the field. Thankfully I hadn't been dumped too far this time.

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 3 (of 7)

READ PART ONE, PART TWO

"Just make sure the door is locked," I muttered. I knew that Terry had told Daniel in confidence before they left that he was bisexual. As himself Daniel had been shocked, putting some distance between himself and Terry but it would appear the girl that was in Daniel yesterday had used the information to get a blow job in the rest room earlier today. As Terry locked the door I pulled the shirt over my head and leaned back locking my hands behind my head. I grinned at Terry, "Drain me."

Terry smiled. "I'll do my best, just don't choke me with that monster," he smirked. Kneeling down he unbuttoned my shorts and carefully pulled the zipper down. I rocked from cheek to cheek as he slid the shorts to the floor. My dick sprang to attention after being released from its cage. "Fuck," Terry whispered.

He gently teased at its tip with his tongue and I groaned as tingling etched the surface of my groin. Clear juice started to ebb from my dick's tip as it pulsed in Terry's gentle hold. Inch by inch he took it into his mouth. I could feel the warmth and pressure as he sucked on its length. Sitting upright on the edge of the chair, I tried to give Terry a better position. I was already breathing heavy as I watched the top of Terry's head bob back and forth. I grasped the back of his head and guided him deeper and deeper. This was better than I'd ever experienced, as I felt Terry open his throat allowing me to push down further. My groans became louder with every stroke until with a triumphant growl I shot hard down Terry's throat.

He started to gag and splutter. I released his head and he fell backwards his eyes wide staring at the ceiling. I quickly got to my feet pulling up my shorts and rolled him onto his front. His whole body started to convulse as he choked. I gasped as the back of his shirt started to distend. Moments later the same girl that had possessed Daniel pushed herself free of Terry and rolled onto the floor.

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 2 (of 7)

READ PART ONE HERE

I looked at the teenager and thought about all the fun I'd seen him have over the past twenty-four hours--even though he wasn't in control of his own body I could see the potential. I felt my own chest, flat and without definition below the cheap grey shirt. Cheap, it's all I could afford. I knew Daniel had come from a wealthy family--that's why he was targeted by the girl.

"Fuck it!"

Grabbing Daniel's shirt I pulled him behind a dumpster. Piece by piece I removed his clothes. Then I removed my own, dropping them into the waste. I touched the teenagers chest again and my hand disappeared inside--I pulled it out, and briefly thought about what I was planning to do: steal a teenager’s life. I looked down at Daniel again and convinced myself that I could be young again--the thought of it started to make my own dick go hard. I stepped over Daniel and slowly lowered myself into his body. I could feel the cool stone against MY butt cheeks?

It was working. Quickly I moved my legs aligning them with Daniel's. There was the same tightness again. I wiggled my toes and watched as Daniel's responded.

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 1 (of 7)

I'd been sent to Majorca to investigate some weird occurrences: bank accounts of teenagers being emptied. I'd spent three weeks there and I still wasn't any closer to discovering the perpetrator. But thumbing through the crime reports I noticed some similarities in the victims pictures--young men, all teenagers but still pretty ripped. I looked at my own body, thirty-four but I looked younger--but still too old for this crowd.

It was Friday and I headed down to the airport to see the latest influx of visitors to the island. It was the last weekend of the season and there must have been only thirty people. As I waited for them to exit arrivals I looked through the list of passengers. There was a group of four that were waiting for their luggage, one of them looked like a perfect target--tall, blonde and an impressive chest exposed by the low cut v-neck shirt.

Walking to the group I asked if they needed a lift to their hotel, my mini-van was outside. Accepting my offer I took them to their hotel. On the drive over I found out the guy's name was Daniel, this was his first time abroad without his parents, just him and his friends. He offered to pay for the trip flashing a huge roll of cash, but I declined. I knew then I'd found the next victim--good looking, strong, naive and loaded with cash.

Seanday Shorts: Strained Friendship, pt2

Read pt1 here

He pulled up the back of the shirt, and waited. "Comm'n bro, jump in, thanks to you I'm running late. Still go to pick up Sam."

With a groan, I pushed into my roommate, and again he grew to my size. He fixed the shirt, and pants. "Need to get some decent clothes, these really don't show off my physique that well," he muttered. I chose to ignore his insult on my choice of clothing.

As he left, he grabbed the keys to my Lexus. "You don't mind, right?" he asked.

"I guess not," I grumbled in his head.

Seanday Shorts: Strained Friendship, pt1

"Just hurry up," Greg demanded. "I'm seeing Sam in twenty, and I don't want to be late!"

I looked at Greg's back, he'd been trying to beef up, but he just didn’t have the genetics. I on the other hand was just naturally large. I'd trained hard and my efforts had built something I was proud of--much to Greg's annoyance.

He pulled at the shirt he was wearing in disgust; it was one of mine, and way too large for him.

A week ago, he was in a deep depression and I was worried where it might lead. In a moment of stupidity I revealed that I had the ability to get inside people, and I thought I could help him get over his depression.

He didn't believe me of course, but I told him I could give him a body--well, just like mine.

"I wished," he'd muttered. I knew he'd always envied my physique, but my power had nothing to do with my size, it was just hard work. I knew Greg just wanted to be big, without the effort.

I told him to trust me, and let me just show him. He conceded, and I told him to remove his clothes--it didn't phase him, we shared the apartment and see each other naked all the time.

We stood in front of the mirror. As soon as I touched him, I made sure he couldn't struggle by freezing him in place. He watched with eyes wide as I began to push myself into his back, but he started to freak out, shouting and yelling.

Replay, Chain Letter pt4: A New Year

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It was the next morning; Saturday. I vaguely remembered chatting to Brooke's mates on the computer, bitching about being taken off the team. The night ended up surfing his favourite porn sites and jerking off. Through tired eyes I glanced around the room, shirts and sports gear scattered across the floor. My head dropped to the pillow again. An itchy irritation prickled across my face--I rubbed it with the heel of my hand. "Fuck it."

The discomfort intensified, it felt like thousands of hot pin pricks sweeping across my skin. I yelled and ran to the bathroom splashing cold water over my face, I looked up and saw Brooke's reflection. "Good, now I've got your attention," a waspish voice echoed through my head. "You need to understand--your purpose."

"My purpose?" I questioned, rubbing at my eyes. "What do you mean?"

There was a soft chuckle. "You're working for me now--my soul collector."

I choked shaking my head. "What are you, the devil?"

"No, just one of his associates," the voice replied as a prickle etched its way across my face again.

Brooke's face had changed, staring back at me was the mask that I foolishly used yesterday. I wanted out of this forced partnership, I pulled at the edges for the mask desperately trying to free myself. "I can't get it off," I yelled only feeling more pain the harder I tried.

Eventually I surrendered to the fact I was trapped. "Finished?" The voice echoed again. "You are bound by the mask, to fulfil its demands or suffer the consequences. It was in the contract you signed."

"I didn't sign anything," I muttered.

"But you did, yesterday when the previous owner handed you the mask."

I blinked, the long list of names. The short guy I thought was the courier. "Shit!"

Seanday Reloaded: Student Appropriation

You’re talking with your partner, Officers James. “Any idea what all this shit is about?” He shakes his head. “We almost had the drugs ring at that school busted, and now they’ve pulled us off the job for this Special Assignment.” You sigh.

James gives you an elbow the ribs, “You know any of these other guys?”

“I dunno, they’re not from our precinct.”



You you turn the corner into the large meeting room and see fellow officer McGill at the front and give him a nod, he stands there for a moment with his arms crossed. “Officers, less noise please, it will all become clear in a couple of minutes,” he claps his hands a couple of times. “GUYS! take your seats, you’re not at school now,” he pauses for a moment with a smile on his face and shakes his head.

Seanday Off: Lacrosse Master

I drifted into Mrs Olson's English Lit class. As I expected Taylor was slouched at his desk.

The cocky little shit was giving me zero respect all through lacrosse practice so I'd kept him back through lunch and worked him hard with additional plays and target practice finishing off with a couple of laps of the field. He must have got to class and just collapsed into his chair and fallen asleep.

For me it was already the end of the day, being a Friday I'd already locked up the gym and shut off the lights. From my office I'd locked the door and relaxed into my chair at the desk. Slowing my breathing I relaxed, and fell deeper into my own thoughts. Like many times before I gradually felt lighter as my soul lifted out of my physical body; although sleeping, it was empty of any guiding soul.

Seanday Off: Switching Tracks

I adjusted my headphones and sunk back into the chair, some woman had tutted when I'd put my feet up on the chair opposite. But I knew that Terry; the teenager I'd swapped with just outside Manchester wouldn't care what she was thinking. I'd watched him leave in the muscle head I'd been using for the past two months wondering if his consciousness would ever surface enough to appreciate him.

Flipping through some songs on his iPhone, a message came through. It was from Steve, he was asking about the party tonight. I knew Terry was travelling to Stockport to meet up with some friends from college, more importantly he was meeting up with Sarah. I felt my new dick harden at the thought of nailing her with it. I'd already picked up some of Terry's mannerisms and found myself rubbing my hard on with a hand I'd stuffed down my shorts. I looked over at the woman who was watching me and smiled, and laughed as she blushed and looked away.

I tapped out a reply to Steve telling him I was going to fuck Sarah into next week; I got a smiley a couple of seconds later.

The music was heavy in my ears, and I watched the woman opposite riffle through her bag to get a ticket. I glanced over my shoulder, shit it was the guard. I didn't even bother to check for a ticket, I already knew that Terry had hopped onto the train without one. Shit!