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.