Holiday Suit

I never arrange for accommodation when I go on holiday. I always take either a local guy or someone at the airport.

Take Murphy here; I did!

I arrived at the beach on the first day and knew I needed somewhere or someone to help me out with a bed to sleep in.

I spotted Murphy in a group, mainly guys but he had his arm around a nice girl. I planted a thought in his memory and he left the group and walked over to the dunes. I found him standing there a blank look on his face.

We were about the same height and he had the build I loved, strong ‘V’ shaped torso, heavy pecs and a narrow waist.

I came up close and kissed him on the lips; I forced my tongue into his and locked my mouth over his and sucked hard. Suddenly his eyes were awake but there was nothing he could do.

I sucked harder as I started to feel Murphy’s essence being drawn into my own body. The more I sucked the more I emptied Murphy’s body. I stole his memories, this persona, his wishes everything that made him what he was I consumed.

I released my hold on Murphy and an empty husk fell to the ground. It’s true, I was now everything Murphy used to be.

I picked up the lifeless skin that used to be Murphy and pulled open the mouth and started to pull it on! Minutes later I was pulling Murphy’s face over my own.

I looked down and felt my pecs; then my dick, I already knew Murphy was bi and he was here with his girlfriend.

I pulled on the board shorts and sunglasses and started to walk back to the group; this was going to be a fun couple of weeks.

Yeah I’m in reception

“Yeah, Yeah.. I’m in reception now, I picked him up in the alley out back. He’s a real ugly fucker, but damn he’s built.”

Moment earlier I had intercepted Roman in the alley; I stuck him with a sedative and he dropped like a lead balloon. I grabbed his legs and pulled him out of sight before stripping him.

Damn he had an amazing body, but last in the line of good looks!

After climbing on his back I pushed deep into his core, his huge mass consuming my own easily, no struggle this time.

I jumped up and quickly got dressed again, enjoying the struggle with the small black t-shirt, pulling it down and tucking it into my camo’s.

I knew that he had an interview with the security firm that would be looking after Justin Bieber during his stay at the hotel and my client wanted to get inside Justin, Roman here would be the tool to achieve the task.

“Meet in in room 402” came the voice on the end of the phone.

I made my way up the to 4th floor and knocked on the door, after a moment the door was answered by a kid. He looked about 19 years old, but he was still my client.

“Come in quickly” he said.

Inside he looked at me and started to touch and feel the firmness of the Roman’s body; “Yeah, he’s perfect. Strong, tall with a touch of arrogance. Strip I want to see the full package!”

I complied with the request. He looked over Roman again and then demanded “Get out of him I want to try him on…”

As Roman, I rolled my huge shoulders and pulled out of the heavy body; he groaned as he collapsed onto the floor.

The kid stripped and I admired his body. I was surprised when he rolled his shoulders and a 40 year old guy pulled out of him. They kid gasped and fell to the floor.

The guy just smiled at me, “that’s your ticket out of here” he nodded at the 19 year old, “check his memory you’ll find the details to the Swiss bank account.”

I watched as he possessed Roman body reanimating the unconscious hulk. I could see that he was enjoying his body, touching and feeling it again.

I told him his interview in room 709 was in about 10 minutes, he nodded and got dressed – winking at me, he left.

I lifted the kid onto the bed and started to push in. He was shorter and smaller than me, but as always I enjoyed the experience – much different from taking Roman.

I got up and stretched and went to find a mirror as I started to consume the kids memories and persona. It appeared that the kid was on holiday with his wealthy parents a couple of doors down.

I smiled; my client had put $5,000 in a Swiss account for me – I quickly decided that I’d stay in this body for the rest of his holiday.

Haha…

The guys just looked at me, ”man! I’ve never seen you laugh so much” said Jerome.

I just laughed again, my hand touching my tight abs as laughed.

“Damn life is so good; where are we going next guys?” I gasped.

I’d taken Colby’s body a couple of hours earlier while he was having a piss; I pushed my skinny white body into his buff black body.

I gulped for air when I was in and soon realised I was still holding his thick black piece of meat in my hand. I gave it a couple of shakes and instantly felt it start to get hard in my hand, sadly someone came in and I struggled as I pushed it back into my new jeans.

Checking out my reflection I flexed and left to meet with the other guys waiting outside.

Why was I laughing? Simple; Corby’s memories had just filtered through and I knew I had everything I needed to be undetectable.

No Going Back

“I really shouldn’t do this…” thought Michael, “I said I’d just take one dose, just enough to get a nice, toned body. Now I’ve taken almost the entire bottle and I’m so big I can hardly move. I can’t fit into any of my clothes except for my workout gear, and people stare at me on the street like I’m some kind of freak. The only place I’m comfortable any more is in the gym, and even here, people are starting to talk about how big I’ve gotten. Too big, maybe. Is there such a thing?”

As he looked down at the pills, Michael knew he had already made a decision. It had been nice when he’d taken the first dose and woken up the next day with a trim swimmer’s body. After the second dose, he had the body of a gymnast. The third gave him the athletic musculature of a highly-trained football player, and the fourth had filled his body with the muscles of a champion bodybuilder. Each time he looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection had taken up more and more space. And now, he had to see what was next. He popped the pills in his mouth without further thought and washed them down with a huge chug of water. He smiled, feeling a warm tingle wash over his body, indicating that the transformation had begun.

“I guess there’s no going back now…” he thought, giving himself a nice post-workout stretch, “Let’s see just how big I can get!”

Possession tip #5

If you are going to gate crash a party for the night follow these simple tips;

1. Select your host carefully
   There are many types; jocks, big guys, small guys, muscle, surfer etc. There are a lot of variations out there, you may have your favourites but variety is the spice of life.
   
2. Choose your time of entry
   There are many options here; before the party or during the party. The latter quite often offers easier entry due to the effects of alcohol, we’ll discuss some options later
   
3. Use the hosts memories
   It’s important not to be discovered while you’re in residence. Of course the whole reason you’ve taken your choice is to have some fun so by all means, tweak the personality, use memories – that guy that always seems to watch you in the locker room… find him.
   
4. Be responsible
   Its true, you have total control of the host and all that goes with it memories and secrets! Even though (normally) the host doesn’t give up their body willingly don’t trash their life – you may want to use it again later.

For our tutorial we’ll be getting to know Ryan at a party with his friends.

Below we see Ryan in the striped shirt; we can see that he’s not always the cheery guy at the party, but we’re here to change this; Why? because I know he’s got a great body under there and I want to help him ‘come out of his shell’ – or at least give me a a go inside his shell.

I was lucky enough to get an invite to the party so I was able to monitor Ryan’s progress through the early evening, always looking for an opportunity.

Some possible opening you may want to look out for;

• Trips to the restroom
• Offering to help your host, in the party example perhaps opening another keg of beer?
• A favourite; a dark corner
• The car park

I’d been there an hour and Ryan was getting the beers down him which was making my entry easier by the minute.

There was a shout from the kitchen, apparently the beer had dried up. I saw Ryan with an empty cup so I grabbed another empty cup and put my arm around Ryan “Hey, let’s get this party going again – I saw a keg in the garage!” He didn’t need much encouragement by this time.

I took him around the back and into the dimly lit garage, he was all mine!

Of course the next step is taking your choice, the next step will depend on your possession experience;

• Beginner
  If you’re a beginner then it will take a while to take the host and  you will need to ensure that they are approximately the same size. You’ll have to strip the host to force a possession - it won’t be comfortable and its best that the host is unconscious as it will take a while.
   
  The other limitation is access to the hosts memories, they are limited to around 4 hours.
  
• Intermediate
  Possession will become a lot easier after four or five times, you’ll notice that you’ll be able to take a host a lot quicker – if you find it difficult there are a number of relaxation techniques you can use.
  
  Practice when you can, as your experience increases you’ll find it becomes quicker and you’ll be able to pass through clothing.
  
• Experienced
  There are few in the category, it will take approximately twelve possessions to achieve this status.
  
  At this level you will be able to possess though clothes on fully conscious hosts in less than a split second. You will also be able to possess people smaller than yourself and access to memories are unlimited including traits and mannerisms.

Back to the example; I followed Ryan into the garage and pushed him into the wall “What the Fuck?” he shouted, I wasn’t worried as it was far enough from the party not to be heard.

As I’m at the experienced level, it wasn’t difficult to push into Ryan – I pushed in slowly through his shirt, he let out a low groan mainly through the erotic feeling I was pushing through his mind.

I flexed and rolled my new shoulders straightening my shirt before returning to the party with a huge smile on my face.

I tell you the little guys have all the fun; especially when its me inside!

 

Camouflage

Casey ran away from a broken home when he was 15, he’d been on the road going from town to town working where he could for the past two years. People had been good to him, but he missed his family and friends.

He’d picked up some recruitment flyer telling about placements in the marines, it described it as an extended family where your fellow soldiers became more than just friends but they would look out for you, become your family and more.

Being fed up with his current lifestyle, Casey tried to join but was rejected not only for his age but his lack of education. It hurt Casey a lot, he had a lot to offer; young, lean and street smart.

Dejected, Casey wandered down the street and came across a soldier. Being a confident individual Casey approached and squatted next to the soldier.

“Man, you’re so lucky – I wanted to join, but I was too young. I have so much to offer” murmured Casey.

“Man, I wish I could swap with you. Sure I sailed through Boot Camp”, he flexed his arm and the sleeve of the jacket tightened. “But I don’t think I’m smart enough to stay alive!”

“You know I know I have a enough smart’s to keep alive hell I’ve been doing it for the past two years!” exclaimed Casey.

The soldier pulled looked over at Casey over the top of his sunglasses; “Yeah, but you don’t look 18 years old.”

“We could help each other out, I know a way of  joining us together. We could share your body and strength and I would provide the street smarts that will keep us both alive!” Casey whispered.

“What! are you mad! I know that's not possible and even it it was I wouldn’t let you scrawny anywhere near mine!”

“Looser!” thought Casey and then he quickly lunged at the soldier pinching a nerve on his neck – the soldier groaned and became silent. “You’re right your not going to live very long out there!”

He slumped to the side and Casey straightened him. Pulling down the sunglasses Casey recognised the dull emptiness in his eyes before putting the sunglasses back. A couple of people walked passed and Casey pretended to have a conversation with the soldier,  of course he didn’t reply.

Looking around Casey checked there was no-one around before moving closer to the soldier; on the jacket Casey spotted a name badge “Williams”. One final check around and Casey jump on the Williams' lap and aligning himself before wriggling and squirming into the built body below him.

The Williams started to come around, but as he looked down he was shocked to see Casey half way into his body. Casey’s legs and arms had already disappeared. The he tried to call for help, but the sensation of Casey pushing and squeezing into his body was so erotic all he could do was let out a low groan as the remainder of Casey pushed in.

Casey knew from his conversation that Williams wouldn’t allow him to share his body even if it would help keep him alive!

Inside Williams body, the now stronger Casey eased himself into the space that Williams inner-self occupied, slowly Casey moved behind Williams putting himself between Williams and the control of Williams physical  body.

With one swift movement, Casey consumed Williams, and expanded to fill the space inside the built soldier. A low groan emanated from the soldiers body as Casey took control.

Suddenly Casey had Williams’ full memories; his training, boot camp, his future assignments – everything.

Casey flexed his new body and felt a tightness in his pants, it felt natural as he reached down with his large hand and rubbed his hard on through his pants.

Casey knew there was no return for the real Williams, Casey was gone now he was Williams and it was his job to be be the best they both could be!

Distracted

“Antonio!” the photographer said, putting down his camera, “Antonio! Tony! Come on, man. What’s up today? It’s like you’re completely distracted.”

“Huh?” I said, suddenly realizing that he was talking to me. I’d have to get used to being called “Antonio.”

“I said, what’s up with you today?” said the photographer, “You really ok?”

“Yeah,” I said, “Uh – yeah. So, um, what did you want me to do again?”

“Just do what you always do!” said the photographer, “You know, pose a little bit, show us that smile – and… try to keep your hands off of yourself for right now. We’ll move onto the more hardcore shots this afternoon.”

“Uh… sure,” I said, standing up straight and flexing my arms like I’d seen bodybuilders do. My whole body popped with muscle. It was awesome!

“There’s that smile!” said the photographer, seemingly pleased with my performance.

Who would have known that when I was walking home from school this afternoon, I’d come across this huge musclesuit just laying there in the alley behind the photo studio? I’d barely had time to get it on when these guys came out looking for me.

“Antonio!” they said, “There you are! Come on, man, what are you doing out here? We’ve been looking for you! We gotta get this shoot started!”

And before I knew it, here I was in front of the camera with some guy taking pictures of me and telling me to “turn this way” and “turn that way” and “tighten up the abs a little bit.” I think I’m some sort of porn star or something! I dunno. I’m liking it though! I don’t know who’s usually supposed to be inside of this suit, but I sure hope they don’t miss it, because I’m definitely not going to give it back!

Tutu

Vinnie would have done anything to get out of doing this after he lost that bet, and I was more than happy to offer him a quick solution. Told him for a small fee I’d “borrow” his body, put on the tutu and ballet slippers and make an appearance on the court at halftime, just like he was supposed to do. Sure, to everyone in the stadium it would appear to be Vinnie making an ass out of himself, but at least he wouldn’t have to live with the memory of actually doing it, right? Well, that's what I told him.

The best thing is, the dumb meathead bought it! Met me in the locker room before the game, gave me the money in cash, and just let me slide right into his body! Can you imagine! It’s usually hard as fuck to get anywhere near these big guys, but here was big, dumb Vinnie willingly letting me in and paying me to do it!

Think he’s getting his body back? Fuck no! I’m going to hang onto this one for as long as I can, even if it means wearing this stupid tutu for a little bit. It’s well worth it, if you ask me!

Better Than The Original

“Come on, man, are you going to be in there all night?” asked Steve from the bed in their hotel room.

“Almost done,” John replied from the bathroom, “Just trying to get everything exactly right…”

“All right,” said Steve, “I mean, it’s not like it has to be completely perfect. As long as – Oh my god! You look just like him!”

John stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the wall.

“Think this’ll work?” he asked.

“Wow!” said Steve, running up to him, “Just… wow! I would swear to god that Jason was standing in front of me right now if I didn’t know it was really you. What about your voice though?”

“Oh yeah,” said John, clearing his throat, “This better?”

“That’s his voice!” said Steve, giving John a kiss, “That’s exactly it! Oh, wow, John. I can’t thank you enough for this!”

“Well, I know that this was supposed to be a very special trip for you and Jason, and it really sucks that he decided to break up with you right before it was supposed to happen,” said John, “And the truth is, I’m really glad that I’m the one who gets to spend it with you instead.”

“I am, too,” smiled Steve, “And you know what? Even though you look like Jason now, knowing that it’s actually my best friend in the world inside of there makes you an even better than the original!”

Cute New Boyfriend

Well, it looks like the facemask stayed firmly in-place all night. And Ben didn’t say a single thing about me acting different or anything like that! In fact, he’s treating me exactly like his cute new boyfriend. If only he knew it’s actually me inside of here -- the guy he dumped six months ago!

I’ve been looking for a way to get back with him ever since then, and I think this is going to work out even better than I expected. I get a cute new body, I get to be with Ben again, and he has no idea about any of it!

Drunk

“Come on, man,” Jeff said, “Don’t you think we should go home now?”

“What?” said Nick with a belch, “Why?”

“I mean, you said you’d only come out and get one drink, just to see what it’s like, and I think you’re getting drunk…” said Jeff, “I mean, I shouldn’t even be letting you do this in the first place, and – Jesus Christ – put your clothes back on!”

“Look at my body, dude!” slurred Nick, who had lifted his shirt up over his furry pecs and tight stomach, “Look at it! I’ve got a hairy chest! And muscles! Feel ‘em!”

“OK, that’s it!” said Jeff, taking the beer from Nick’s hand and pulling down his shirt, “We’re going home, and you’re taking that suit off right away. You’re a 16 year old kid, Nick! You shouldn’t even be in this place!”

“Do I look like a 16 year old kid?” chuckled Nick, “Hey – do I look like a 16 year old kid!?”

He stumbled over and placed a big meaty arm around his brother’s shoulder.

“Cuz I’m pretty sure I look, like, even older than you!” He said, “Check this out! I’ve got stubble! I’m gonna have to shave tomorrow!”

“I don’t think so, buddy!” said Jeff, “We’re gonna take you home, get this suit off, and you’re gonna wake up tomorrow like none of this ever happened. And I am never letting you dress up as an adult again – not until you’re old enough!”

“But I can still use your other suits?” asked Nick, placing a puppy-dog look on the handsome face of the suit he was wearing, “The ones that aren’t adults?”

“Yeah,” said Jeff, “I suppose so.”

“You’re the best!” said Nick, planting a big, drunk, sloppy kiss on his brother’s cheek, “I love you, bro!”

Young Athlete

“I haven’t been able to lift weights like this in years!” thought Jim with a grunt, “Hell, even when I was this young the first time around, I wasn’t lifting weights like this!”

He looked down and admired the powerful muscles in his legs as he pumped the weights up and down.

“Of course, I suppose a lot more is expected of young athletes these days. Good thing I chose to swap with this hot, young freshman. With this body and these good looks, I shouldn’t have any problem at all becoming a star college athlete again – instead of watching from the sidelines as an old coach about to retire!”