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.

---

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 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: In Deeper, part 4

Read part 1, part 2 and part 3 here

Almost naturally I carved a route through the oncoming traffic. I was on the wrong side of the street!

Dropping my foot, I skidded sideways, pulled the bike back and skipped it onto the sidewalk. I looked around at the faces staring at me as I panted hard, what happened?

Quickly getting my bearings, I headed off again; down a side street at stopped. My hands were shaking, they were Connor's, but how did I get here? I checked my mobile: 11:27am, what the hell?

I was definitely still Connor, still in the same clothes although I now had a messengers bag and radio over my shoulder. I grasped my head, shaking it. Trying to remember the past few hours, then the memories bloomed. Getting up, cycling to work, picking up some jobs. It was all there.

While I overslept, Connor's consciousness took over for me, carrying me as a passenger.

Could I call upon this transition anytime? I relaxed, sinking into Connor's mind, still looking through his eyes. Within moments he'd called the office for another job and we were back on the streets heading towards Washington Market Park.

Last Seandays: In Deeper, part 3

Read part 1, part 2 here

There was no lag, no laziness, I was Robert--I knew that already. I touched my face and studied it in the mirror. "Huh, you'll do," I told the reflection.

I reached down and picked up the receipt and pen Robert had dropped in the struggle. Then I went back to David's pants and took ten bucks from his pocket, "It's not stealing, I know he'd tip... believe me," I told Robert's conscious.

As Robert, I left the room taking the service elevator to the kitchen. I seamlessly drew on his memories checking in the meal on the register and placed the signed receipt in the folder.

"You going?" A voice called out, it was the head waiter.

"Just finished," I told him. "See you later." I knew Robert had an evening shift as well.

In the staff room I removed my uniform shirt and hung it up in my locker. I switched on my phone and checked for messages--nothing I was clear for the afternoon. I pulled on my hoody--Robert thought it looked cool over his vest, and I hitched my rucksack over my shoulder.

Robert would normally be heading home to catch up on some sleep before the long evening shift, but after immersing myself in his memories I figured a way to get back with Justin again.

Last Seandays: In Deeper, part 2

Read part 1 here

My hand snapped forward and grabbed his wrist, I jerked him towards me, spinning him as he went. With his back towards me, I grabbed his other wrist and pushed inside him. It still took a few minutes, like pushing through treacle but there was hardly any struggle once I'd started.

I rolled and cracked my neck--Justin's neck. "Still need some more practice," I muttered. The phone rang in my hand. "Hello?"

*Hey Justin, it's Sam. Thanks for last night, how do fancy going for a drink and then to that new club KOKO? I'll pay.*

"Sure," I replied in Justin's voice.

*Smart casual, I'll pick you up at eight.*

"Great," I replied, we said our goodbyes and hung up.

I showered again, it felt more natural than ever. I dried off feeling more like Justin all the time as I fixed his hair. From his closet I picked a shirt, tie and a cardigan  with some expensive pants, always being guided by Justin's mind.

I was just as much Justin as he ever was, but I needed to practice--on someone else--so I shrugged myself free of his body which crumpled to the floor. I scooped him up and laid him on the bed and left.

There was some kind of fascination I had with Justin, I knew I hadn't finished with him, but I wanted to watch him, when he was himself. So later that evening I headed to KOKO.

Last Seandays: In Deeper, part 1

I smirked as the two cops ran past me. I caught an eye of one and he frowned as he past me panting heavily.

I'd only been able to do this for a few weeks, take over the bodies of others. Hell I'd gotten myself in so much trouble, but I knew nobody would be able to catch me--what chance did they have?

But let me tell you about how I got here in the first place.

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.

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."

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: Restroom Surprise

I burst into the restroom and did a quick recon of the area, I knew the CIA would be close behind me but they’d never caught me yet. I looked in the mirror, nobody expected a seventy year old to carry out the assassination, it was a perfect disguise but it was something I hated being only thirty myself. I jumped when I heard a voice call out, I’d been careless. “I’ll be out in a moment,” came a call from one of the cubicle. I spun around and saw a young guy looking over his shoulder smiling, I licked my dry tongue over my lips. “Perfect,” I whispered under my breath.

As he returned to his piss, I bundled into the cubicle taking him by surprise. I wrapped an arm around his neck, using my own strength I choked him into unconsciousness, and I grunted as I lifted him onto the seat of the john. I closed and locked the door; cramped space but there was no time to complain. I removed the old sweatpants and t-shirt and with a groan I stepped out of the old man who crumpled to the ground. I looked down in disgust at the man, he smelt and itched all the time I was in him I hated it.

Seanday Reloaded: The Pickup Line

It was 3am on Saturday, and I was checking in with my favourite cab service.

“London Cabs, how can I help,“ a voice chirped.

I recognised the voice. “Hi Tony, it’s Chris,” I grinned.

“Oh hi mate, you up for a deal? We’ve got a couple of good candidates tonight--from the same nightclub,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, send over the pictures of what you’ve got.”

“Actually Chris, one of the guys have just picked up a guy and I think he’s right up your street.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we picked up the club’s DJ—Cameron Davies?”

“Fuck you’re kidding, he’s loaded,” I gasped.

There’s a chuckle from the other end of the phone. “So I can send his cab over to pick you up then?”

“Hell YES!”

I pulled on some sweats, and made my way to the pickup point. It wasn’t long before before a black cab rolled up and stopped. The drivers window slid open, “Chris?” the driver asked.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I replied as the door locks popped open. I climbed into the back of the cab and almost immediately tented my sweats. There was Cameron Davies, a twenty-three year old millionaire that had the worlds nightclubs begging for sessions, and tonight he could be mine.



The partition window inside the cab dropped. “You’re a lucky guy, Cameron usually has his own driver to pick him up but he told me he’d broken down,” snorted the driver.

I gently rubbed the back of my hand against his stubble. “He’s out right?” I asked.

Seanday Reloaded: Sentry One

Sgt. Banton walked up to the soldier glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching; satisfied he gives him a hard slap on the back; "You know soldier, I think you've been one of the best recruits I've had on this tour of duty." The soldier makes no comment or even moves.

Binton goes on, "Time ticks on, and you're about to be served your papers. You're being sent back home tomorrow, how do you feel about that?" The soldier remains both silent and motionless. "That's what I like about you son; strong and silent. You must have been guarding this gate for what the past four months? You know you scare the shit out of them, you're the best the boys have sent us."

There's a noise from behind; a cough. Binton turns to see another soldier, much smaller standing nearby. He salutes, "Private Jacks, reporting for duty. Sir!"

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.

Seanday Extra: Jarhead Reunion

You stab at the elevator button, imagining it's your friends chest. "You fucker!" They've left you at the wedding reception in the hotel, gone off with someone else.

"Fucker!" you growl, and cup a hand over your mouth. "Shit!" You look around sheepishly.

You press the button again, and suddenly you're pushed into the elevator door.

"S-sorry," a deep voice, slurring comes from behind you.

You frown as you look over your shoulder, it's a thick heavy jock dressed in a cadets uniform. His eyes blink a few times, they're glassy and the way he's swaying you guess he can't handle his drink.

-ping-

The door opens, and you walk in. He follows and stumbles falling inside, cracking his shoulder on the door. He turns, and subconsciously pulls at his jacket.

*Jarhead*, you think to yourself.

You press your button, seven and wait. The door slides close. "You on seven as well?" You ask.

He works his eyebrows and tries to focus on you, "Fourth." You sigh and press four.

-Ding-, "Second floor", the synthetic voice announces.

You're watching the cadet, he's head is back and he's slowly slipping down the wall as his knees buckle under him.

Seanday Shorts: Last One

"Cole do you have to smoke?"

He paused and looked at me. It was a cold hateful stare of a trapped man. He stubbed out the cigarette, returning it to the packet. I watched as he tensed his muscles one by one, was he bored or just testing the limits of the control I had over him?

I'd seen him working over the street, heavy labour and quickly realised he was really strong. He was just one of a handful of men working on the house.

He was usually the last to leave, having to clear the site each evening. So I called him over as he was about to leave, we shook hands as I introduced myself--his last voluntary gesture. He belonged to me now. In his eyes I could see the frustration as I toyed with him, each time he would struggle to resist, but I could see he was weakening.

After a few hours I sent him on his way, told him to act normally. But each evening he'd return to my house, totally passive but his eyes told the true story.

As the days past I bought a new closet of clothes to suit Cole's stature. He showered, cleaned himself for me and got dressed in clothes that I knew he could never afford himself. I told him to take me out for dinner--he did of course, was very attentive, but always the eyes told another story.

Still that was all to change, I'd completed the paperwork now. Cole was able to handle all my finances as he wished.

undress myself was awkward. "Help me," I told him. He carefully undressed me, at 84 years, it was something I wasn't going to have endure for much longer.

"Sit down Cole," I said, and I climbed onto his lap. "Now lay back." As his did I laid back as well. I could feel his strength. "Hold me," I whispered.

He embraced me with his strong arms, I felt his stubble on my cheek. I muttered the words I'd used some sixty odd years ago and slipped into Cole's body. With a gasp, I sat up. Getting to my feet I went to the mirror to see my new reflection. "Perfect," I said in Cole's voice. I blinked for a moment; his--my--eyes. The hatred and loathing was all gone, even though we shared his mind now it was me in control.

Laughing I returned to the chair, took out the cigarette and lit it. "I'll give up at the weekend," I chuckled to myself.