Holiday Body Bundle

Since I've been really busy recently and therefore really slacking on posting, I figured I would post several shorts in one post as an apology gift/Christmas gift to the visitors, each with their own sort of holiday theme. Also, I wanted to thank all of you for being so welcoming with my addition here and for enjoying my posts! Love you guys! Hope you all have a happy holiday season! Anyways, on with the stories...

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Elliot woke up Christmas morning with a stretch. He walked through his little apartment from his room to the living room and saw the little bag sitting on his dining room table. The big man up north came through again. He excitedly approached it and tore through the tissue paper. At the bottom of the package was a small pair of blue striped briefs.

Caption This (19th Dec)

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Lucky Find!

by Carlos Palanca

For years, I have been able to get inside people and possess their bodies. I would push my shorter and more slender frame and take control of their bodies. It wasn’t easy though. I had to sneak up behind them in a secluded place while they’re distracted because if they see me, they could easily beat me up. Another downside is the fact that I couldn’t stay inside them for as long as I want, I get pushed out of their bodies after 12 hours, leaving them unconscious on the ground. It used to happen quite often until I found Matt.

I moved to my new house a few months ago and the basement was filled all sorts of junk and old furniture. Everywhere I look and turn, I see boxes filled with old books, and clothes. These must have belonged to the previous (and dead) owner. As I was scavenging the boxes of something worth selling and throwing, I found a secret door. It was locked! Luckily, I immediately and conveniently found the key on the door frame. As I opened it up, the room was filled with even more clothes, but the room was still alien compared to the rest of the basement. It was clean and white but it was filled with a lot of clothes racks. There was still room behind the racks so I moved them until there was enough room for me to pass through. There, I saw a table, with a desktop computer and some workout equipment but what really caught my attention was the fact that there was a naked man slumped against a couch! His mouth was partly opened but his eyes were open and staring blankly to the ceiling.

I rushed towards him. I reached out for his arm and check for a pulse. But as I pressed my fingers onto his wrist, his arm collapsed under the pressure exerted by my fingers like it was hallow. I did the same to the other arm and his neck and the same thing happened. For my final attempt, I pressed his chest and it collapsed like the rest of his body.

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Becoming an American

“Give me that bottle.” Uncle Arturo ordered in his new voice.

Javier handed him the bottle of water and Uncle Arturo dumped it over himself, rolling his shoulders forward, cracking his neck, and taking a few sips.

“These gringos aren’t adapted for this type of climate.” He said wiping off his brow.

Javier was planning on moving to America, but he had been arrested a few times in his home country of Mexico, plus coming into America was a pain in the ass because of Customs and Border Patrol. It turned out his Uncle Arturo had a more permanent solution; all you need is his special pills and an American. Uncle Arturo had picked up this particular one at a spring break resort. Moments earlier, he had slipped on the American boy and seemed to be picking up all of the mannerisms and memories of the boy within the minutes following. 

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Seanday Swap: Hide and Seek, Part 2

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There was a dull thud of music; deep and rhythmical. I blinked and realised I was looking at my mobile. Some messages from my friends, they were congratulating me on my award. I shook my head and looked around; I was in a restroom standing in front of a wash basin.

Somebody walked past and slapped me on the back. "Congratulations Devin, fucking awesome win for the team," he said before leaving. I had nothing, I didn't know what to say.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the basin and my brow furrowed. I was wearing an expensive shirt and black pants, I frowned again trying to figure out what was going on. "Damn, I do look good," I muttered to myself.

The mobile in my hand bleeped again, another text message. *What a day to remember, I'm so proud of you Devin*, it was from my mom. Confused, I looked at the date; August 17th. I froze, I'd lost three months. A wave of panic swept over me, and then the darkness returned.

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Seanday Swap: Hide and Seek, Part 1

I was really enjoying myself. I hadn't been to a party for at least a month.

It was a risk even being here. I took another sip from the cup; the beer tasted great. I looked around at the other party goers, all types.

"Ur looking fine," Julia whispered as she bumped into me and felt my chest through my shirt.

"Uh, thanks," I replied.

She finished what remained of her drink and rested her head on my shoulder. "Why aren't all guys like you? You know--fit."

I felt my cheeks flush a little. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just lucky." In truth it was a lot of effort, time spent in the gym and training with the rest of the team.

She grinned. "You're a good guy," she mumbled, kissing me on the cheek. "I need another drink," she added and headed to the kitchen.

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Seanday Bonus: The Mechanic

I wasn't impressed, there was a new guy in town. The news had filtered through the grapevine that the boss of Romans Gym had been compromised. Lets just say he wasn't himself anymore, not that his clientele would notice.

Whoever was investing in the business had a lot of money and resources. One by one all their staff were being replaced; intercepted turned into suits and being worn by their own people.

The business wasn't new, I'd been doing it for years but not to this scale. Prospective buyers would access the members list of the gym and pick their new identity; typically wealthy foreigners or criminals looking for an exit.

I needed in on this business, so I followed one of their personal trainers. I knew they were in middle of an acquisition as a muscular 23 year old was slumped in the passenger seat.

They stopped and picked up an older guy, a portly man with sweaty skin. They continued their journey to a scrap yard and were greeted by a heavy built guy in coveralls. His skin was bronzed, and patched with oil and sweat. This had to be the mechanic, the guy that made the suits and controlled the 'body shop'.