Seanday Flex: To Be, Twice again

You see I've working Duncan from the inside for the past six months. He's half my age, not very smart--a typical jock some would say, but his physique and strength surpass anything I've seen in a while. When I contacted him through his Instagram account suggesting I was interested in sponsoring him, he took the bait.

We met at a hotel for dinner a few days later, unfortunately he brought a friend with him--Toby. So I went through the motions, we talked about the sponsorship I was offering--even though it was fictitious, and I just planned to supplement Duncan's income to make my existence in his body more comfortable.

All through the meal, I kept an eye on Toby. He was just as built as Duncan, but short giving him squat appearance--like a bulldog. He did have one redeeming feature, he looked young even through the scruffy beard he was desperately trying to grow.

So not unsurprisingly Duncan agreed to my offer, and I asked him if he would sign the contract tonight. He looked at Toby and he nodded.

I told him the contract was in my room, and it would helpful if he'd come with me to sign it--he agreed. Toby asked if he should come along as well, I said we'd be back in a ten minutes or so and he should wait for us in the bar--there was a tab open. This seemed to interest him and we left in different directions.

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Seanday Extra: Secondary Help

I walked into the gym locker room and everyone fell silent. It was the type of respect I'd come to expect whenever I visited.

All twelve men; some huge monsters, others toned muscular cross-fit competitors, and the young school jocks; all of them silent. Some I had never seen before, but that didn't bother me. They always return to Regan's Gym, it only took one visit to snare them.

The room was special, a spell cast on it months ago was linked to me. Whoever was in the room when I walked in instantly became open to my suggestion.

Although there were many I like, I was pleased to see my favourite was standing by the showers. He looked at me passively and smiled. I knew outside this room, if we met on the street he would look right through me, and if I dared approach him he would probably beat the crap out of me. But in this room all these men belonged to me.

I walked up to him and looked up into his face. "You know me?" I asked, he nodded slowly. "OK, you know what to do."

Seanday Party: Movin' up

Robbie had been Steve's friend for as long as he could remember. Me? I'd only been using Robbie for the past three months. Couldn't have worked out better for me really. I was just looking for a place to make my own and when Robbie walked past how could a 43 year old pass up the chance to be an all-American student again?

I didn't know who he was then, damn if I had known I would have taken him a lot earlier. I watched him tap at his phone, he wasn't paying much attention to the world around him; but I was and it was quiet as I followed him onto the restroom.

Catching up, I pushed him against the wall with my full weight. He gasped as I knocked the wind from his lungs. I didn't stop, I pushed even harder and the gasp turned to a groan as I began to slide into his frame. He retched as the last of my body took hold of his.

Damn it felt good to be young and strong again. I looked at the fitted t-shirt under the letterman jacket I was now wearing. I could feel the tightness of Robbie's body, he worked out and looked after himself, I felt the firm pecs and torso through the shirt. It was a good choice.

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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.

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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.

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