Last Seandays: In Deeper, part 2

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My hand snapped forward and grabbed his wrist, I jerked him towards me, spinning him as he went. With his back towards me, I grabbed his other wrist and pushed inside him. It still took a few minutes, like pushing through treacle but there was hardly any struggle once I'd started.

I rolled and cracked my neck--Justin's neck. "Still need some more practice," I muttered. The phone rang in my hand. "Hello?"

*Hey Justin, it's Sam. Thanks for last night, how do fancy going for a drink and then to that new club KOKO? I'll pay.*

"Sure," I replied in Justin's voice.

*Smart casual, I'll pick you up at eight.*

"Great," I replied, we said our goodbyes and hung up.

I showered again, it felt more natural than ever. I dried off feeling more like Justin all the time as I fixed his hair. From his closet I picked a shirt, tie and a cardigan  with some expensive pants, always being guided by Justin's mind.

I was just as much Justin as he ever was, but I needed to practice--on someone else--so I shrugged myself free of his body which crumpled to the floor. I scooped him up and laid him on the bed and left.

There was some kind of fascination I had with Justin, I knew I hadn't finished with him, but I wanted to watch him, when he was himself. So later that evening I headed to KOKO.

Last Seandays: In Deeper, part 1

I smirked as the two cops ran past me. I caught an eye of one and he frowned as he past me panting heavily.

I'd only been able to do this for a few weeks, take over the bodies of others. Hell I'd gotten myself in so much trouble, but I knew nobody would be able to catch me--what chance did they have?

But let me tell you about how I got here in the first place.

Last Seandays: Fresh smell

Clive had been waiting three months for the package and finally it had arrived.

The DHL guy helped get the heavy box into the house, inside there were many other boxes sealed with for storage written on them.

“What’s going on?” asked the guy.

“I’ve moving out going to live with my family, I’m renting the house out to the local university they are going to use it as a Frat house.”

The 60 year old thanked the DHL guy before dragging the heavy box into his bedroom.

Pulling the delivery note off the box he read the details;

Male, 19 years old, black hair, 5’ 9”, brown eyes, tattoo right shoulder, build: muscular, pre-programmed: Football scholarship.

Clive pulled out the bubble wrap, pulling out what looked like an unconscious heavy body matching the description on the paperwork.

Clive bit his lip, “perfect.”

Looking at his watch Clive quickly stripped and sat with the jocks head between his knee’s. Reaching down he pulled the jocks mouth open, wider than normal and pushed his feet in.

Slowly but surely the 60 year old eased himself into the jocks heavy set body. With his newly acquired strength he was able to stand and watch in the mirror as he pulled the jocks head over his own.

He quickly pulled on some jeans, some his nephew had left, it was all he had that would fit.

Last Seandays: Under the skin

So where have I been for the past couple of weeks? Well as I’ve been trapped for a while I wanted to spread my wing a bit and perform some body hopping…

It’s true, I’ve had some fun in Ryan but it was time for a change.

Of course there were few that weren’t intimidated by Ryan’s physical size. I was out in the Mall, checking out some clothes; it was always fun to strip off my shirt in the shop and try stuff on – just for the looks from others.

It was in one of the many shops I spotted Chris, a lot smaller and younger than Ryan, but damn cute in his own way. I watched as he picked up a sweater and made his way to the fitting rooms. I followed him in…

I walked into the room, all the doors to the closets were open apart from one. I walked Ryan over to the closed door knocked on the door.

Last Seandays: Caught!

I arrived home early and was surprised to see Emma’s car parked in the drive, especially as she was Kane my room mates girlfriend.

I knew Kane shouldn’t be at home as I quietly crept into the house. I heard Emma talking on the phone in the bedroom and the shower was on, so I opened the door and walked in…

… inside Kane was drying his hair after just getting out of the shower. I walked in and locked the door waiting for him to finish.

He turned and stared at me; the strong, heavy built football player looked scared and started to apologise , stumbling over his words.

Last Seandays: Student Tryouts

"Yeah, he's sleeping like a baby."

"Dude, you're really going to do it? I mean, he's your dad!" Marcus whispered.

"Look, I've been inside you at school for the past few days and now they want to know why I've not been there! I think a call from my dad telling them I've been sick will work."

Sunday Reloaded: Always the Opportunist

It was Saturday afternoon when I started to think about the night ahead. I needed a body I could use to have some fun in, perhaps stretching it to the whole weekend. I thought about my options; I could visit the gym, perhaps pick up a bodybuilder. I scratched the stubble on my chin, perhaps a twink. I chuckled thinking about the kid next door and then shook my head--way to close to home. I still had no ideas, so I decided to do some browsing at the local Mall, always a good place to pick something up.

I was just about to leave the mall, it had been disappointing mainly families and the elderly. I was making my way back to the parking lot when a couple came around the corner. He was walking; his hand on a girls shoulder. His t-shirt was tight across his shoulders and chest, thick biceps stretched its sleeves. I glanced at his face as I walked past; cropped hair, black expressive eyebrows atop crystal blue eyes. It took a moment, but then I recognised the face with its strong jaw it was Kyle Miller--the local college quarterback.

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Seanday Reloaded: To Close

The doorbell rang again. "I'll get it," I shouted over the noise of the party. I looked at myself in the mirror and adjusted my tie. Yeah, I looked good--I always did.

I opened the door, and more of her friends filed in. I smiled tightly as they laughed and pushed at each other; all of them a good five years younger than me. "Mr. A," they acknowledged as they passed. I knew them all, I'd seen them before but not all together. My skin prickled, excitement or jealously I wasn't sure.

Following the new guests back to the party I glanced cautiously around the group. One of them gripped my arm, "This is a great birthday party," Peter told me, trying to be heard over the music.

I smiled. "Yes, had to do something special for my favourite niece," I replied in a raised voice looking over at Emily surrounded by her friends.

Peter tugged at my arm again and beckoning me to the quieter kitchen. "Sir, I don't want you to be mad or anything but we've got a special present for Em'."

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Seanday Reloaded: Restroom Surprise

I burst into the restroom and did a quick recon of the area, I knew the CIA would be close behind me but they’d never caught me yet. I looked in the mirror, nobody expected a seventy year old to carry out the assassination, it was a perfect disguise but it was something I hated being only thirty myself. I jumped when I heard a voice call out, I’d been careless. “I’ll be out in a moment,” came a call from one of the cubicle. I spun around and saw a young guy looking over his shoulder smiling, I licked my dry tongue over my lips. “Perfect,” I whispered under my breath.

As he returned to his piss, I bundled into the cubicle taking him by surprise. I wrapped an arm around his neck, using my own strength I choked him into unconsciousness, and I grunted as I lifted him onto the seat of the john. I closed and locked the door; cramped space but there was no time to complain. I removed the old sweatpants and t-shirt and with a groan I stepped out of the old man who crumpled to the ground. I looked down in disgust at the man, he smelt and itched all the time I was in him I hated it.

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