Caption This (19th Sep)

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Guy's Weekend

“I just don’t get how a weekend at a lake is supposed to strengthen a relationship.” Nate stated.

“Look, I don’t get it either, but listen, I have an idea.” Troy responded.

Troy’s mother has just married his new stepfather after just a month of dating him. Since Troy obviously had no clue what Roger, his new stepfather, was all about, his mother thought it would be healthy for Roger to take Troy to their grandparent’s lake house for a “guys weekend,” meant to strengthen their relationship. But get this: Roger already has four sons. Troy resisted as much as he could to his mother’s wishes, but gave in eventually on one condition: if he could bring his mate, Nate.

Nate and Troy continued riding in Troy’s car behind Roger and his sons on their way to the lake house. “Oh boy, I’m sure I’m going to like this one. What’s your big idea?” Nate asked sarcastically.

“Remember what you did last year at the prom after party to Drake-”

Seanday Extra: His Masters Voice

"Good, you've brought your dog," I told Drake.

"Yes, Fargo, as you requested."

"He looks strong, obedient?" I asked.

"Yes, he is very strong and very protective." As I approached the dog growled barring his teeth. Drake crouched restraining the dog. "I will hold him," he reassured me.

Seanday Luck: One Good Friend

I was laying on my bed reading, and hating myself. I really envied the 'other' guys, all strong and fit. Although what I really wanted was the companionship. They all hung out together doing jock stuff in the gym and enjoying themselves in the bars at the weekends. Damn, I needed some of that. Sometimes I wondered if I were to go missing whether anyone would even notice--unlikely.

Half way through the chapter, I heard a thud on the wall from next door. I groaned, Ryan and Tony must be roughhousing again. If anything, I envied them the most, I'd heard they'd been friends since they were kids. I knew they were close, Tony had been moping around while Ryan was away for a few days.

Damit, Ryan was the strongest to of the two--a true alpha. In a group it was always Ryan that commanded and led the others. I felt myself going hard, shit.

Another thump echoed followed by some yelling; it was getting louder. With a sigh, I got up and walked next door. I knocked and hearing no reply I walked inside.

I wasn't surprised to see them wrestling on the bed. Ryan had Tony in a head lock, he looked up and grinned. "Hey Dave. Come in and lock the door," he told me.

Caption This (12th Sep)

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Growing Relationship

Cameron stood in front of the mirror in Gary’s body. Gary’s room was just three rooms down from Cameron and Trace’s room, but Cameron didn’t seem too nervous about that. He had been studying and adjusting Gary’s size and shape for about an hour while Trace diligently studied at his desk.

“You know, if Gary put just a little effort into his physique, he could be quite the knock out, don’t you think?” Cameron asked Trace as he was taking pictures of his ‘new and improved Gary’ with his phone.

“Mhmm,” Trace hummed, not taking an eye off the paper he was writing.

“You didn't even look,” Cameron pointed out while Trace continued typing. Seeing Trace was not interested, Cameron began to grow in Gary’s body, slowly adding around a foot in height and his size growing proportionately with him. Trace, sensing the growing presence in the room, finally turned and looked. Cameron stood tall and displayed his new creation with gestured open arms, as though displaying a work of art, bouncing his pecs for comedic effect.

Seanday Crack: The Cross

People have always picked on me, whether it was my skinny body or the fact I wasn't the sharpest knife in the draw. Never the less, I always found a way; when I did get inside someone I became smart, as smart as they were.

Marc was an amazing find. I sat back and enjoyed the way his body performed for me. I still couldn't believe how big he was; six foot two, at least.

I'd captured him late at night, on his way home from a date. Once I was inside I understood why it had been so easy. He relied on his size, not expecting anyone stupid enough to tackle him. I laughed, he'd never met anyone like me before, able to possess people and stupid.

Caption This (5th Sep)

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New Author: Yaz

I'd like to welcome Yaz to the crew of authors. You may have seen his posts in the Caption This series, well now he's got a slot on the blog.

Put your hands together and welcome him please.

Yaz..

Seanday Drama: The Island, pt3

Read part 1, part 2

As Peter slipped in deeper, his back started to flex and twist. An outline emerged, that of another body; smaller than Peter. As the last of Peter disappeared into Jordan the figure popped clear, but remaining motionless.

Mario rolled the interloper over. He recognised him instantly; it was the teen he'd seen squeezing into the girl earlier. "Fuck, no wonder Peter didn't want to get into Jordan." Mario shook him, but he was out cold.

Jordan started to groan, and Mario helped him to a chair. "Wow, Mario?" Jordan gasped.

"Yeah, what's your name?"

"Peter--," he replied, but then added, "Jordan?"

Mario brought Jordan up to speed, he figured the teen must have pushed into Peter after he'd left him while he looked like Ramon. "Little fucker was inside you for the past couple of days," Mario muttered.

Mario watched for a while as Jordan--now with Peter inside--touched and explored his body. "So you don't remember anything since Tuesday afternoon?" Mario asked.

"No, nothing. Damn this guys body feels so strong," Jordan exclaimed.

Mario looked down at the teen. "We need to get this under control, we need to own this shit. Put it to good use. Not just blow it off with parties."

Caption This (29th Aug)

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Donor

It was a simple technique that had been developed after years of medical research. Intended to help the sick and injured. It was a small electrical device implanted into a donor's palm that allowed a healthy body part to be duplicated into the body of a sick or injured person. It has amazing results where people needed heart or lung transplants and for people had lost limbs as the result of war and the like. It of course had identity theft written all over it and consequently was strictly controlled. There was of course the odd rogue trader out there who sold body parts for a living. Knowing they would never be able to get caught as they would simply exchange their own 'parts' with that of a completely innocent person. The system on a medical level was completely unprotected and allowed people with the implant in their hand to pass on the technology to any body else as if a donors hand contained an implant and they duplicated it to someone else then the recipients hand would also contain the implant. Also when two people had an implant they could exchange body parts they could even exchange entire bodies.

The 'rogue' market was mainly for people who were in happy with their cosmetic looks and if you were willing to pay then you could have the million dollar looks everyone dreamed of. It was only complicated when people had specific orders. If someone wanted to have the face of a famous footballer then the donor would have to get close enough to that footballer, duplicate their hand onto the footballers body and then swap their faces, they couldn't allow a duplicate face of a famous person, so the system was set up so that every image of that footballer was changed to match their new image. The only people that would know about whose face it used to belong too was the donor and the recipient. It was a look that someone was creating.