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: The Art of Subterfuge

I wouldn't say I was bad, hell, some people would call me nice. Well maybe.

I'm always looking to make an easy buck, and not afraid to step on anyone to get it. I guess you'd blame my parents, and I'd probably agree with you.

I was brought up on a ranch--as soon as I was able to talk they told me that I was an unwanted child. It wasn't until I was older that I really understood what they meant.

They treated me like staff, he'd give me a wage and she'd take it away telling me it was for room and board. As soon as I was old enough I ran away--to the city.

I spent years running, trying to put as many miles between me and the people I hated.

I'd settled in Kirkborough, a small town near to the Mexico border where the people were friendly. I'd got into a routine working for a living--in a coffee shop, although this time I was on a wage where I could afford a room and have some money left over.

My life changed when I saw Zack Selland crossing the road--I recognised him from the shop--he was a cool dude always friendly.

I'd been sitting on a bench he glanced over and I waved, he looked confused--as if he'd never seen me before. As he broke in a jog his wallet fell from his pocket. I shouted out, but he ignored me.

Picking up the wallet, I flipped through it--easily $500--WOW! If he was a nobody then the cash would be making my life easier but he always tipped well. I looked up and saw him turn a corner, and I gave chase.

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: Lost and Found

He showed me a few pictures of 'Dylan' from last week. I looked at them with only a vague memories.

Matt had been depressed after learning that he'd lost his brother while on duty and I'd somewhat foolishly showed him my shapeshifting abilities.

Mirror Images

by Cris Kane

"Ramon!"

Esteban leaned through the open car window and pressed firmly on the horn. He had been attempting to summon Ramon for the past ten minutes, to no avail. Agitated, Esteban glanced at his platinum Patek Philippe. He was in no danger of missing his flight, as he was important enough that the airline would delay takeoff if he had not yet arrived. In fact, the only person on earth who didn't jump into action immediately upon Esteban's command was his son.

At long last, Ramon shuffled drowsily out of the front door of the chalet, scratching his fingers through his short sandy hair. Ramon was trim and fit in his preferred ensemble of a zipper-front black polo, matching black cargo pants, and gleaming white trainers. Bored by the tedium of choosing a new combination of clothes each morning, he had settled on this outfit several years ago and rarely wore anything else. He was so fastidious about his appearance that, the moment his shoes became slightly soiled or scuffed, Ramon would discard them in favor of a fresh pair, and he was so spoiled that his father allowed him to continue this wasteful practice, even now as he reached adulthood.

"What is it, papa?", Ramon grumbled with annoyance, squinting even on such an overcast day. An outsider might chalk up this morning irritability to a hangover, but Ramon was too particular about his body to contaminate it with alcohol.

Seanday Snack: The Deal

"Casey, comeon' bro we shook on it. A deals a deal," Brad muttered.

"No, no way. I've got a date with Judy tonight," Casey retorted.

"Then why did you agree on the bed dumb ass?"

Casey swallowed, "Because I thought I'd win."

"There's nobody better than me at hunting, and you can't go back on the bet. You might be my brother, but I'm not going to let you weasel out of it."

"Dude, we can do it next weekend--I promise!"

"Nah, doesn't work like that. It was your idea to pick the day, you chose Thursday, you knew I would be going to Daytona and thought you'd get in there for free." Brad chuckled, "I knew you were going to the lake this weekend with Judy. Bro' you fucked up big time."

"But I thought--

Casey frowned at his brother, "Wait! You cheated!"

"Don't even go there bro' I don't have a shit load of meat in the freezer because I shop at Costco!"

"Fuck!", Casey yelled at the top of his voice.

"Shout all you want bro' ain't nobody around to hear," Brad chuckled.

"But Judy?"

"I'll do the right thing, you can trust me bro'."

"I guess, but you'll have to tell me what you did, 'cos you know I won't remember any of it," Casey sighed.

"Sure," Brad said dismissively. "Look you know how this works, you have to give up willingly. Maybe you'll have better luck next time and you can ride my pretty ass around."

Seanday Short: Fathers Best

I'd been chasing Dominic Frost--a senior at my school--for the past few weeks. I was desperate to become one of the top jocks, and something about him made my heart race whenever I saw him wrestling. Perhaps it was his tight singlet, or his tight ass--I don't know.

All I knew for sure was I wanted to be wrapped up in his skin, take his perfect physique, all his perfect friends and most of all his perfect life.

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

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"Sandy," I chuckled. "You're so naughty. And on their wedding night.

"It's still MY wedding night, and tonight I wanted to be the woman. Why should Becky have all the fun?"

I eased myself into Mark's body enjoying the confined fit. The shirt I was wearing was damp and tight, as was the waistcoat. I took a deep breath stretching my arms above my head. With a grunt, I sat up on the bed. "Hello gorgeous, did you miss me?" I whispered in Mark's voice. Piece by piece I slowly started to undress beginning with my tie pulling it free of the collar and swinging it around my head. Next the waistcoat, shirt, and then my pants. I stood there in just my white underwear, turning in a circle. "This is what you signed up for, this is it!" I looked down, and then back at Becky. "Have you been working out? Mark's got a lot more definition," I flexed an arm, "yeah, definitely."

Becky smiled at me, "I made him sweat, making him hot for the wedding."

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the underwear and pulled them down. "Should the married couple christen the suite?"

"I think they should," she smirked.

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 6 (of 7)

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PART FOUR or PART FIVE

I walked into the storeroom. On the table was an identical suit to the one Mark was wearing. The girl; I now knew as Jill was holding out a white shirt. "Try this on for size," she told me. I pushed each arm inside as she held it up, and then pulled it over my shoulders. I turned around and she started to button it up. "It's tailored, so should be a snug, close fit around your middle."

Smiling I pushed all of Grant's confidence to the fore. "You're a beautiful woman, stunning. My friend's talking to his fiancée. I'd like to find out if you're a snug close fit around my middle." I rolled my shoulders tightening the shirt across my chest.

Her eyes widened, as if a wish had been granted. She said nothing, but pushed the suit aside hopping onto the table. "You sure your friend won't come to find you?" She asked pulling at her panties. I shook my head as I pulled at my underwear, freeing my hardening dick.

Leaning across her, I kissed her gently, then more deeply, slowly laying her to the table. Unbuttoning her blouse, I eased my hands inside and freed her breasts and sensuously massaging them. She murmured something between kissing, but it made no sense. I reached down and took my dick. From memories I knew it to be about eight inches, but it was thick. Even as I touched it I was surprised at its weight as I'd never had the opportunity to experience it hard. She let out a gasp as I pushed in deep, the fit more than snug--tight, almost restrictive. Pulling back, I paused and pushed again--a little harder. Each time I ploughed deeper, the louder she moaned. I was pacing the rhythm and she was keeping up. The tightness, warmth and dampness only made me want more. Beads of sweat began to pepper my forehead as the pace slowed, but each stroke only became more purposeful, and the harder she pushed back. I felt my butt clench, my abs tighten and with a lingering growl I pumped five loads into her. We both paused, catching our breaths. Bracing myself against the table I pushed myself up, unceremoniously pulling myself clear. The shirt clung to my torso, damp with sweat and sticking to my back. I unbuttoned it, and peeled it off as Jill eased herself off the table. Her long hair was tangled, and she tried to fix it--unsuccessfully. Her attention turned to her clothes, she pulled at her panties fixing them in place as best she could. I handed her the shirt. "Sorry, hope that's not the only one," I asked. "Have you got any--," I gestured to my groin and she pointed at a box of tissues.

"That's our only shirt in that size, but I can have it cleaned by the time you need to pick it up next week."

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 5 (of 7)

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The next morning I woke to find myself alone in the bed, opposite Mark sat slumped in a chair, his head back staring at the ceiling. A few moments later Sandy walked in from the bathroom, "Oh you're awake, I didn't want to disturb you. You looked so peaceful."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "How long has Mark been like that?"

"About half an hour," she replied.

"That long?"

"He's been taking a lot longer to wake up recently. I'm wondering if its because I've been inside him for such a long time."

I sucked on my lip, "At least he still wakes up."

She just shrugged. "Say, you want to swap today?"

"If you like," I replied a little reluctantly. I threw the quilt to one side and sat on the edge of the bed stretching. I pondered on the fact that I'd be losing Grant as I gently rubbed my thick pec. Trying to push the thought from my mind I got to my feet, leaving Grant still sitting on the bed. Devoid of any control his body relaxed and fell to the bed.

I glanced at Sandy's naked form and blushed a little, still feeling the embarrassment from the teenager's mind that I now shared. "I can't believe you still blush when you see me like this," she smirked as she hugged me, "you're something special Daniel." Maybe I was, a thirty-four year old hiding in a teenager's body.

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 4 (of 7)

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We continued our sexual exploits, only this time it was Mark's head bobbing back and forth. Whether it was Mark's thick neck or Sandy's perfect control he was able to take me all the way to the root. Sandy was right, there was a whole level of excitement knowing that the heavy shoulders and back writhing in front of me belonged to the very straight body of my friend Mark. With a grunt I exploded into his mouth and throat, and he gulped down every last drop of all I could muster.

He sat back with crossed legs and wiped his mouth. "Just needed the right body to do it in," he grinned. There was nothing I could say as I watched him get to his feet and head for the bathroom, I heard him gargling before returning.

"Beer?" I asked.

"Damn straight," he laughed. "And don't think that sucking you off is going to be a habit, I've got a reputation to hold up."

We returned to the bar, and slowly drank our way through some Margarita pitchers before going into the nightclub for the final time. I felt like a honeypot at the club with girls hanging off me, and asking for my number.

Mark organised the cab to the airport the next morning, living up to his Captain Sensible tag. When we arrived home I made sure the group held together. Terry revealed to the rest of the guys that he was bi, and was surprised that they were OK with it--even Mark.

Seanday Cheer: New Lease of Life

“December already? Damn, I’m getting too old for this job,” Santa groaned. He looked over at his son casually snapping a selfie on his mobile. "I used to be like you," he told Jerry with a chuckle.

"Yeah, right pops," Jerry replied. "They didn't have smart phones when you were my age."

"No, but I was just as strong as you, and I had some manners," Santa muttered. "Are you going to help me with the deliveries this year? I could do with some help son."

"Love to, but I've got some plans. You know I would otherwise."

"But I could do it in half the time if you helped me."

"Pops, I could do it in half the time by myself," Jerry sneered.

TGIF: Don't Peek!

by TS Escher

Quietly, I clutch the knob and twist it. The door to my bedroom opens with a groan. I step into the hallway and tiptoe toward the living room, careful to avoid waking my parents.

As I pass their door, I notice it is cracked open. I steal a glance inside, ensuring my parents are fast asleep. Thankfully they are— my dad cradling my slumbering mother in his arms.

I should correct myself. I call them my parents at their request. After my parents died, I was moved from home to home. Now that we’re marking our third Christmas together, I am trying on the words ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ for now.

Pulling myself away, I continue my travels.

"Don't peek!" my new mother's voice echoed in my head. She knew I tended to sneak presents early, so my efforts this year were especially daring. As I would be heading off to college soon, this would be my last Christmas at home. Why spoil the tradition now?

Seanday Lunch: Mother's Way

I was surprised when Mrs. Kirkward—my neighbour—called me over as I left the empty house.

She gave me a loving hug, it was nice. I’d missed that.

“How are you holding up Matthew?” She asked.

I forget how many times I’d answered the same question from so many people.

“Oh, OK—I suppose, Mrs. Kirkward” I replied enjoying the feeling of being loved.

“Oh Matthew, you can call me Joanne, please." She added quietly, "I still can’t believe they’re both gone.”

My lip started to tremble as I recalled the past week. I’d lost both mom and dad in a car accident. Now I was alone in the world, and only nineteen.

“Coming through!” Came a call from behind Joanne.

Daniel-her son—pushed past, and I broke the hug and felt a rush of embarrassment.

Seanday Shorts: Bending his Will

I’d been good, nobody knew I’d taken Jordan; just a day before his summer break.

Nobody, except for Jordan.

He struggled, he was strong--that's not changed. I had tricks. He yelled, screamed with fury as I wormed inside him.

I don't know how long I was out of it, but he fought hard. Took me a while to position myself somewhere between his spiritual and physical forms. Something I'd learnt was patience. Jordan wasn't my first--far from it, and he certainly wouldn't be my last.