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.

Seanday Shorts: Special Training

I ran down the street looking for cover. Shit, I was panicking now, I hadn't seen anyone for while.

It was a training exercise, in subversion and undercover work. I'd slipped up and the Alpha Team were on my tail. As I rounded a corner I spotted my chance, a lone vehicle. I slowed and approached it, I checked the mirrors. There was just one soldier, looking at his mobile--sloppy, hah, I could talk.

They're always meant to be in pairs, to stop people like me. Opening the door, he looked up in shock, his hand snapped to his gun. "Relax soldier," I said, "the exercise is over. You beat me this time." He relaxed, but still looked weary. "What's your name soldier?"

"Keaton," he replied.

The Lab

by Cris Kane

When he went into biological engineering, Bret had never expected to feel so inadequate as he did at his new job. In college, his classmates had been your average assemblage of nerds, geeks and introverts, with the occasional well-adjusted, reasonably attractive person to throw off the curve. Bret was glad that he had chosen to devote his life to science, where he would be judged by his mind and his ideas, not by his physical attributes or deficits. But his colleagues in the lab at NuGene were...extraordinary.

The leader of the team, Doctor Gupta, was a giant in his field...and almost literally a giant, towering over most of his employees at six foot ten with a powerful build that seemed impossible for a man who had to be in his sixties at least.

Only Dr. Gupta's assistant, Cedric, had the boss beat in the height department, his lean body topping out at seven feet even, not counting the spikes of his mohawk, his long muscular arms inked with elaborate tattoos.

Hayley, who worked at the station next to Bret, was "only" six feet tall (still four inches more than Bret), with a meek demeanor that seemed at odds with the voluptuous figure which her tight lab coat only served to emphasize.

Even Min-Wan, who was only a couple of inches taller than Bret at five-ten, had a physique most gymnasts would envy. His crystalline blue eyes and wavy blond hair combined exotically with his more typically Asian features to give him a breathtakingly handsome appearance.

By contrast, Bret was so scrawny that he wore a belt and suspenders to keep his pants from slipping down, due to his flat, nearly-nonexistent ass. Horn-rimmed glasses dominated his pleasant face, and he kept his short brown hair slicked back. He tended to slump, which only made the height discrepancy with the others in the department more pronounced.

Seanday Shorts: Good Cop

It was the guys night out, and we gonna fuck up the town big time -- at least that was the plan.

The local cop are a real hard-ass, and we knew that he'd be on our case within the hour, so we had a plan. Make sure he was on our side, and left us to party!

We drew straws on who would be making him 'see our way', and I got the short straw! Fuck, although I have to admit I played it up a bit, this time I didn't worry.

We cruised the town looking for him, and found him in a parking lot next to the all-night grocery store. He was a giant, big and muscular.

As we approached, I gulped down the shit that would make it happen. The other guys kept away from me knowing its power.

We pulled up, and piled out of the car and approached Officer Jackson. "Sup' guys?" he chuckled, it was obvious he didn't feel threatened by a handful of teenagers.

"Can I have a picture? For my Instagram," I asked, as I walked towards him.

"Er, sure."

Seanday Lunch: That Magic

"Hello? Earth to Cory," Wagner said, but there was no response. Cory was looking into the distance--somewhere else entirely.

"CORY!" Wagner shouted. That made Cory jump and he shook his head and looked over.

"Sorry, zoned out for a moment," he muttered.

Cory was the best dancer they had at the club--or at least that's what they'd told him. But when they said they were going to have let him go—and after six months—it was a shock.

"Why?" Cory asked in disbelief.

"People's tastes are changing. You're great, and boy can you move, but numbers in the club are dropping and we need something new."

"I can do new!"

"Sure you can, but we’ve got something in mind. It’s called Magic, and well--

Wagner scratched his nose, "You're a bit... pale for what we're looking for."

"Oh," Cory sighed as Wagner passed Cory an envelope. "Here's what we owe you--and a bit extra. Sorry Cory, but you know..."

Cory accepted the envelope, and nodded before reluctantly leaving.

He was hot at the club--a favourite, but even he'd noticed a decline in the tips that punters would slip him.

He ripped open the envelope as he walked back to the subway, and let out a whistle. "Damn, must be two thou' in there," he gasped. "Well, this should help out while I'm looking for something new."

Cory made his way to Union Street station, he was in a dream, when a woman forced something into his hand. He looked at it; a photocopied flier. He snorted, screwed it up and dropped it.

He managed to catch one of the late trains. He settled back for the 40 minute trip back to his apartment, still drowning in his thoughts.

The remainder of the passengers dispersed leaving the carriage empty. Nobody in their right mind travelled to this part of the city. So he sat--alone--thinking about what to do next, the cash wouldn’t last forever.

The subway had just left College West, a station supporting the local community college. He hadn’t seen anyone on the platform as he passed, but once the train pulled away he could hear internal doors slamming—one after another--and the noise was getting closer.

TGIF: Jerry's Gym, pt 2

by TS Escher

 

 

ACT I, SCENE 2: ENTER, LEO

READ PT 1 HERE

Jerry flipped the ‘open’ sign as Evan hung out at the front counter, checking people in. The gym was his now, after all. Evan studied all of the new raw material checking in, practically bathing himself in a pool of potential bodies.

Unbeknownst to them, some would serve as "the muscle." Drug runners that would keep his operation going. And one lucky guy would be his new, permanent home. Someone intimidating. Someone commanding. And more importantly, someone no one would fuck with.

As the day wore on, Jerry kept a weary eye on Evan, unsure of his next move. Passing by a mirror on his way to the locker room, he forced a smile. He was relieved that the overly-trained ginger in the mirror smiled back.

I'm going to get us out of this, he promised his reflection in silence. And Jerry’s gym will belong to us again.

The trouble was, he had no idea how.

“There will be an end to this, you know,” Evan piped up.

Jerry whirled around, facing his new foe.

"We just have to make it through one deal, and we're done. I need your help getting started; then I will let you keep running the gym. Everything will be as it was. Well, almost."

Rolling his eyes, Jerry charged back into the locker room. Evan was not far behind.

TGIF: Jerry's Gym, pt 1

by TS Escher

 ACT I, SCENE 1: ENTER, THE THIEF

Jerry’s eyes widened in disbelief. Overcome with anger; his hands balled up into fists. This little prep-school motherfucker is proposing to use my gym to run his drugs? Over my dead body!

Evan’s dark eyes narrowed. He knew that Jerry was formulating the fighting words that he had been waiting for. Jerry had been known around the gym as a gentle giant. A successful competitive bodybuilder whose gym had become not so successful as of late.

Evan’s eyes shifted to the clock. Fuck. Four forty-five. Almost opening time. Impatient, Evan took a rebellious step toward the man three times his size. 

Jerry laughingly shook his head, “This is a road you don’t wanna go down, string-bean. Now I said no. I don’t want any part of your business. You wanna work out here, fine; you paid just like everyone else. But if I ever catch you dealing in here—”

“You’ll what?” Evan responded, with a mix of curiosity and delight.

Jerry flexed his pecs in warning. “I think it’s just about time you leave, friend.” As he placed a firm hand on Evan’s forearm and bounced his chest again, it suddenly became stiff, suspended in a hard flex. With his free hand, Jerry grabbed the tight muscle and felt his heart thump. HARD. His legs wobbled.

Am I having a heart attack?

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.

Seanday Service: Jam Jars

I heard some noises again and struggled against the ropes that bound my wrists to the chair. I'd been a drug mule for the gang a couple of times, and I'd only just escaped on my last job. But they weren't impressed when I told them I lost their last package, two million worth of product they told me.

I knew they wouldn't hurt me, I was too useful to them. I was a courier for a hospital, so I was always flying in and out with sensitive parcels like livers, hearts and stuff. Normally I'd slip their consignment in with the other stuff knowing I could get it through security without any close inspections. But this time Anderson was there with his mutt.

Anderson worked for the K9 unit, his dog was good, could sniff out any substance from a hundred yards. He was so smug, fucking good looking for a cop as well. When the dog picked up the scent, I knew I was going to lose, so I dumped the shit and left. That was two weeks ago.

This morning a van almost knocked me down as it skidded to a halt next to me. A couple of guys burst out and put a hood over my head, I didn't struggle the gang always arranged meetings like this. But they don't normally tie me to chairs, this is fucked up, and I wondered if I was just an embarrassment to them that need erasing.

It was only a thought....

By Gary Travis..

As I sat there staring at him I had only one thing running through my mind... How would it feel to have a beard. To feel fingers running through the crop of hair on my face. I looked at my hands, horrible fat fingers. I looked over at him again and saw he was biting his nails a horrible habbit but I noticed how slender and smooth his fingers were. Those fingers would look and feel nice running his sleek black beard. I looked at my reflection in the screen of the pc, no way I'd grow a beard like that I chuckled.

Today happened to be a charity day at work. Suddnelly I had a thought, I asked him if he would consider a beard waxing for charity. I sent it to everyone on our floor so it didn't look too suspicious. He agreed to do it I £200 was raised. It took us almost all day to raise that amount and I spent my time wisely, sending pics of him from his Facebook account to our colleagues.

Guest Post: THE PULSE

by TS Escher

“Cadet Peters!”

I snap to attention. Or rather, the body of Cadet Brandon Peters snaps to attention.

“Fall the fuck into line!” booms Sergeant Johnson.

“Yes Sergeant! Sorry Sergeant!” I reply in a soft Southern accent as I join the end of the line. God damn, my English is perfect! As I stand at attention, I catch my reflection in the glass case covering the fire extinguisher. Skinny, blonde and a nervous disposition. I try to slow Brandon’s heartrate, but it continues to race.

My focus shifts back to the sergeant as he begins berating another cadet. “You’re a piece of shit, Cadet Miller! You didn’t see fit to shine your fucking boots? If you end up graduating from the academy, you will be a disgrace to every Arizona State Trooper in the state!.” His eyes narrow as he looms over the terrified cadet. “What are you gonna do now? Cry, you little bitch?”

Miller sniffles back a sob, as Johnson continues to lay into him. I can’t blame Miller for the tears. The Sergeant was as imposing as he was terrifying. I had been studying Sergeant Johnson all afternoon, just waiting for a good time to take him.

Seanday Shorts: Life as a Mule, pt5

Read pt1, pt2, pt3 and pt4 here

I tugged Jack's t-shirt over my head and sucked in his musk; it was strong and potent. I watched my reflection as I pulled on his uniform shirt completing my transformation. The years of training and active duty had made him into a powerful force, and now it was mine.

Jack was the perfect soldier, a powerhouse of strength, but not very smart--a military jar-head. I pushed my shoulders back, and took in a breath flexing my pecs. My shirt tightened, as my torso grew. I knew Jack had more to give, but I feared for the uniform. Relaxing I turned to Craig.

"What's the plan?"

"Just go back to your friends," Craig said. "I'll be in touch."

Returning to bar, it was good to see they'd got in another round. I glanced between them, Jack had known them for the past five years. I skipped through Jack's memories for the last few days trying to figure out which one of them was the fake. I snorted, it was impossible to tell. He was just like me, wearing a perfect disguise with every last memory, trait and tick available on demand.

Jack was there to unwind, and distress, so we got drunk. I was enjoying being the big man, and when the bar was closing we bought some bottles and headed for the subway.

The night was a blur, and I woke early. Looking around, I recognised the room, it was in the Jack's apartment. How I got here? No idea.

Seanday Shorts: Life as a Mule, pt4

Read pt1, pt2 and pt3 here

I lounged on the couch, it had been a long day doing family 'things'. I was wearing Tanner, and I knew he would have been just as bored as I was.

Earlier I'd managed to send a text to Carlos, who, for the moment looked like Craig. He'd asked me who I wanted to wear next, for this special job.

I'd chosen 'Jack' the Marine, I savoured the thought of being someone that held such respect from others. A few minutes later Craig replied, saying he'd be in touch.

Sarah; Tanner's girlfriend joined me. I put my arm around her, and she snuggled up close. It was late, and we'd been watching Netflix for a few hours with 'my' mom.

"I'm going to bed," Mom said, then added with smile, "You two love-birds be good.

"Mom!" I groaned, feeling my cheeks redden. Sarah giggled.

She snuggled closer. "So tell me, what do you do on these volunteer jobs?"

I smirked, wondering how she'd react knowing I wasn't even her boyfriend.

Seanday Interlude: It's a Win-Win

I went though Tony's closet and picked out some sweatpants and a nice cashmere v-neck. They felt great as I pulled them on, and they fitted me like a glove. From his dresser I picked up one of the many expensive watches, and secured it on my wrist.

In the mirror, I turned to the side and checked out my ass. "Damn, these sweats make me look good," I chuckled.

I explored the rest of his expensive penthouse apartment. I felt like an intruder, a thief as I looked in other rooms and cupboards.

From the master bedroom, I went out to the balcony. The views were breathtaking, I could see way across Los Angeles. Then a deep voice groaned from within the apartment.

Seanday Shorts: Life as a Mule, pt3

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"Carlos!" I gasped. I looked at Tanner's husk of a body, "What happened?"

"Like I said to him, anyone can be replaced," he grinned, the same one I'd seen on Tanner's face, "especially now."

I swallowed hard, feeling venerable. "But why Tanner? And how! I mean it's always smaller guy--like me--into a larger guy, right?"

"Tanner, he'd forgotten his place, and was disrespectful."

I felt the colour drain from my face, "How?" I blurted out.

"My smart guys had come up with a new machine. Now we can put someone bigger into a smaller person," his eyes glinted, "even a kid."

"But was worked hard, why him?"

"Tanner asked a lot of questions as well," he muttered; I felt my gut flip.

Seanday Shorts: Life as a Mule, pt2

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As soon as I arrived back in the States, I found myself sliding into Craig's life and routine. He was very wealthy, and owned a Marina. With my inherited knowledge I was able to run his business without anyone suspecting he wasn't quite himself.

Being a successful businessman (as I was now), didn't stop me going to the gym and taking a short holiday snowboarding either.

After few weeks one of Carlos' men called me. I'd completely forgotten about the product I'd been carrying all this time. As we spoke I prodded and squeezed my torso trying to feel the vest, but all I could feel was thick heavy muscle.

I was told to meet him at a gym in the outskirts of the city in a few days. It wasn't going to be a problem, I was the boss after all, so I told them I'd be out of the office for the afternoon.

Seanday Shorts: Life as a Mule

Craig raised an eyebrow, "Cuba? Really? Isn't that kind of like a drug capital?"

"Dude, it's OK, they're legit. I've been there three times now and look at me!" Kurt replied with a grin.

It was true, since his friend had been going to the spa, he's been getting bigger, heavier, and more muscular. Craig just wanted to be bigger, that's all he ever wanted.

Craig was a cautious man. He'd checked the Instagram and blog sites of his favourite heavyweights and they all raved about the place, so he couldn't believe his luck when they offered an opportunity to visit and review the spa.

That was six months ago.

Seanday Rush: Prison Pass

I'm taking a break for a whil, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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Reagan was woken from his sleep by a clatter against the bars of his cell. "What the fuck?"

"Language!" The guard shouted, "Get dressed. The supervisor wants to see you?"

"See my secretary, I'm busy," Reagan grunted and turned over.

The cell door rattled as it opened. The crackle of a taser stick caught the inmates attention. "All right, I'm getting up!"

Reagan jumped off the bunk and pulled on his bright orange coveralls, tying the sleeves around his waist. "Hurry up, we don't want to keep the supervisor waiting," the guard sneered.

Reagan left the cell, followed by the guard. The cell clattered as it closed again. His cell mate watched them leave before turning over and continued his sleep.

The pair continued down the corridor, flanked by cells to the left and right. "What's this about? I've been keeping my nose clean."

"You'll find out, he's got something special planned for you Reagan. Wait here! Open door B4H," the guard muttered into his radio. The door slid open with a grind. "Walk on."

"Where's this place lead to?" Reagan asked, but the guard said nothing. They turned another corner, in front of them was a steel frame, something similar to a metal detector. "What's going on, I'm clean. I'm not carrying anything."

"What you are Mr Reagan is a trusted individual," another voice replied. "You have a presence in this establishment that's respected by other inmates. Supplemented my your--strength."

Seanday Break: Ring of Deception

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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Smiling to yourself you remember the day exactly when you discovered the ring, the quiet run down curio shop in one of the back streets of Alvin, the glint in the sellers eye as he warned you about it ancient powers and the unbelieving sneer of a smile you shot back to him.

It was quite a shock when you triggered the ring for the first time - by accident. Joshua your younger brother by just a year was really annoying you mouthing off, giving you shit. You grabbed him by the throat pinning him against the wall, an action that activated the ring.

You blinked, frozen; just for a split second you glanced at the ring, it was glowing - yellow, orange and then a deep red which started to encompass your hand.

The glow travelled down your arm and started to envelope Joshua as well, it seemed like minutes but in reality it was a blink of the eye. It flashed a brilliant red and when you were able to focus again, it dawned on you that it was your own face your were staring into.