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: 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: Fresh smell

Clive had been waiting three months for the package and finally it had arrived.

The DHL guy helped get the heavy box into the house, inside there were many other boxes sealed with for storage written on them.

“What’s going on?” asked the guy.

“I’ve moving out going to live with my family, I’m renting the house out to the local university they are going to use it as a Frat house.”

The 60 year old thanked the DHL guy before dragging the heavy box into his bedroom.

Pulling the delivery note off the box he read the details;

Male, 19 years old, black hair, 5’ 9”, brown eyes, tattoo right shoulder, build: muscular, pre-programmed: Football scholarship.

Clive pulled out the bubble wrap, pulling out what looked like an unconscious heavy body matching the description on the paperwork.

Clive bit his lip, “perfect.”

Looking at his watch Clive quickly stripped and sat with the jocks head between his knee’s. Reaching down he pulled the jocks mouth open, wider than normal and pushed his feet in.

Slowly but surely the 60 year old eased himself into the jocks heavy set body. With his newly acquired strength he was able to stand and watch in the mirror as he pulled the jocks head over his own.

He quickly pulled on some jeans, some his nephew had left, it was all he had that would fit.

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: Caught!

I arrived home early and was surprised to see Emma’s car parked in the drive, especially as she was Kane my room mates girlfriend.

I knew Kane shouldn’t be at home as I quietly crept into the house. I heard Emma talking on the phone in the bedroom and the shower was on, so I opened the door and walked in…

… inside Kane was drying his hair after just getting out of the shower. I walked in and locked the door waiting for him to finish.

He turned and stared at me; the strong, heavy built football player looked scared and started to apologise , stumbling over his words.

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: 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."

Sunday Reloaded: Room Mates

It had been great since the coach changed all the room allocations for the football team. To help with their grades he'd insisted that there was one nerd to every two jocks.

I had to move in with Trey and Wilson--linemen, two heavy built fuckers. When I first moved in they treated me like a servant as did most of the other jocks with their new room mates.

That was until I used a little trick I'd inherited from my parents. From the age of fifteen, I found that I could get inside other people. Sometimes I would just hide, other times I would take control and be them. From seventeen, I realised I could tweak their memories and remodel their personalities.

I have to admit, it didn't take long for me to lose my patience with both of them. So I jumped Wilson when he returned from a party drunk. He was the bigger of the two, and I knew his additional weight would be useful tackling Trey when the time came.

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: The Honey Pot, pt 3 (of 7)

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"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.

Seanday Shorts: Talent Scout, pt2

Read pt1 here

Trevor bowled in, and dropped his rucksack. "Damn, what a day! Can't believe how much homework I've got, what about you?" he said. I looked at him, and he must have seen a wave of panic wash over my face. "You all right Bro?"

I was more than panicked. I had a raging hard on I couldn't control, and I only had scraps of Kenny's mind, barely enough to hold a convincing conversation.

Grabbing Kenny's bag, I headed towards the door. "Fuck, you just reminded me, I've got to pick it up!" It was a lie, but I needed to get out. It would take about an hour before I had full access to his memories.

"Back in a bit," I said over my shoulder as I left.

I headed for the library, following the signs into the main building. As I walked, a few people nodded, or chucked their chin. I had no idea know who they were, at least for the moment.

As I reached the place, I got flashes of images. Kenny's memories were starting to surrender. Along one wall was a series of tables and couches, lounging in one I spotted Rob reading a graphic novel; Spider-Man.

Taking a seat, he looked over the top of the book, and raised an eyebrow. "Sup."

"Taking a break," I muttered, he nodded and returned to his book.

I spent some time playing a game on the mobile, Kenny's memories were coming through fast now.

"Heard, you got a modelling gig," I asked.

"Yeah, so they say. Got two places kissing my ass now."

Seanday Shorts: Talent Scout, pt1

It's generally easy to spot new talent, and it can come from a variety of sources.

Check out these two guys; Rob and Trevor, they're both on my books and drawing in some good money as well as followers.

They've been under my wing since High School, even back then I could see they had a lot of potential. Rob was in the football team, while Trevor was more of your academic type.

When I approached Rob, and gave him my business card he was very interested. I gave him the usual chat, and after a few days he called me back. Have to admit it was the easiest addition I'd had in a while. I told him the agency would be in touch in a couple of days, but also to do some packing as we'd be flying him to LA for some coaching.

Seanday ReCap: Tommy Gunn

I sat there wondering how much longer I could get away with it.

Sarah had almost caught me when she’d come into the room. I’d just clipped the watch into place and picked up the T-shirt I’d left on the chair.

Guest Post

by RandomJack

For the past month, Andrew had been experiencing random blackouts without any warning. It all started one day when he was working out in the college gym when he experienced the first one. At one moment he doing bicep curls, focusing on completing his sets, and suddenly he blanked out. When he came to, Andrew was suddenly in a different part of the gym and found himself in the midst of showing off in front of the glass mirror with his shirt off. Andrew looked around bewildered and quickly put his shirt back on, unsure what just happened. I must be too tired from working out, he thought but he soon realized this was something more than a single incident.

The second time Andrew had a blackout, he was about to head out to his business class, but right when he was about leave his dorm room with his book bag on, it occurred again. When he came back to, Andrew found himself not on his way to class, but instead lying down on his bed naked. “Not again!” Andrew gasped, as he unexpectedly realized his hand was grasping his erect member. Andrew let go in shock as he got up and looked down at his body to find his cum dripping down his abs and hand. Andrew quickly started cleaning himself in disbelief, when his roommate Alex groggily woke up from his nap and looked over.

Seanday Shorts: Pack and Go!

When I told my friend, Jay, that I could get him a free holiday he jumped at the chance.

I explained that if he took these capsules I could get him in my luggage. He sounded unconvinced, but I reassured him once we got to the hotel he’d be back to his normal self and enjoying the sun and girls. That sold it.

Seanday Squirt: Not Right

I was walking through Central Square, when I saw something that made my gut wrench. My bro', Josh was sitting with that queer from school. Damnit, that was the last straw. He'd been acting weird for the past few days. The other guys hand't noticed, he knew everything, played football--as he always did, but there was something different.