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: 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: 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...”

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 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.

Seanday Reloaded: The Exchange

“Fuck, give me a chance. Taking new forms isn’t a walk in the park - cunt!” Danny’s persona was strong and I could feel it sweeping over me.

Pulling on his boxers and shorts, only reinforce Danny’s aggression; the last memories he had before I fought him to the ground knocking him out.

Danny’s tattoos bloomed across my new chest and arm, closing my eyes I concentrated and his thick eyebrows and tight cropped hair formed.

I looked over at the original and kneeled over him, pulling off his loose basketball vest.

With deep loathing I pulled a punch catching him squarely in the face, “That’s for struggling and that last punch.”, I touched a soft spot on my face and winced.

Trade

by Carlos Palanca

It was a seemingly normal Saturday afternoon as Ben arrives at his friend, Justin’s house. He rang the doorbell to let him or any of his family members know that he’s at the door. A second or two later, he heard footsteps coming towards the door. He heard the door locks click and the door opens, revealing Justin’s mom, Mrs. Shepherd from the other side of it. 

Mrs. Shepherd greets Ben and he politely greets her back. He asks if Justin’s in the house. She informs Ben her son is inside but she also tells him that Justin is grounded and can’t leave the house. Ben assures her that he is just here to borrow something from Justin. She lets him in and tells him to head straight into Justin’s room and she’ll be in the kitchen if they need anything.

When Ben reaches Justin’s room, he notices that the door is closed. He knocks and says, “Justin, open up. It’s Ben.”

“It’s unlocked!” said Justin from the other side. Ben opens the door and sees Justin stripping off his clothes. “About time you got here! I thought that you weren’t going to show up!”

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."

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.

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 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.