âAre you going to sit there all day, Rick?â the trainer asked his best rugby player, who sat almost motionlessly on the bench.
âYeah, Iâm sorryâ he replied trying to sound unwell, but not too sick either.
âMy stomach has been acting up all day,â he lied trying to get the nosey trainer to leave him alone. He tried his best to look like he really wanted to be here, whilst being too unwell to actually participate. Practice had just started, there was about one and a half hour to go, and the waiting time was making him anxious.
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He had prepared everything, signed up for an activity before the rugby team arrived to have access to the same locker room, replaced Rickâs water bottle with an identical one, but with the bodysuit serum and an acute laxative added, even made copies of the bathroom key and written the whole meticulous plan down in every detail to make sure nothing was overlooked. But if he thought that slipping on Rick would be a piece of cake, he was sorely mistaken. For all his planning he had forgot to account for the size of the bathrooms.
The bodysuit serum had done his trick by the time he let himself into the bathroom with the unconscious Rick, and he had managed to separate Rickâs head from his body, so he could slip into him, but crammed into the tiny bathroom, that just wouldnât work.
He needed more time... and space, but he couldnât risk anybody walking in on him. He carefully unlocked the bathroom door peering into the empty locker room. He had an idea, hopefully it would work, he obviously couldnât afford to mess this up.
Rickâs teammates had already called for him, and he had been in the bathroom for almost 15 minutes, he needed to get out there, before they became suspicious.
Jolting out of the bathroom, he headed straight for Rickâs bag and rugby gear, from the bag he pulled out Rickâs sub suit as well as his socks and boots. He retreated to the bathroom with it, and it was much easier to pull on. The baggy suit would be the best way for him to hide his body, whilst he pretended to be Rick.
He slipped into the slightly amorphous suit, zipping everything, then quickly pulled on Rickâs socks and boots. The socks obviously hadnât been washed since last practice, but he didnât mind at all. That aroma would belong to him soon enough. He then grabbed Rickâs lifeless face and slipped it on, and he needed to do it quickly. Plunging his head into the hollow throat, he soon found the eye-holes and from there, he could begin to adjust the mask, making sure eyes, nose, mouth and ears all were aligned properly.
From any outside perspective he looked exactly like Rick, and as long as he kept the suit on, nobody would know. Checking if the coast was clear again, the Rick-imposter left the bathroom. He stuffed the headless Rick-suit into a locker and locked it, he would have to retrieve it after the game. He checked himself one last time in the mirror, the face was animate, Rickâs charismatic face moved as if it was his own. But he did not feel safe yet, if anybody saw the unfit body underneathâŚ
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With everything securely zipped, he made his way to the field outside, but headed straight for the benches. Now all he had to was to be patient and wait, it would be so worth it, once the waiting time was over. And although he was nervous, it did feel good to finally be in the position, where people saw him as Rick, being dressed in his clothes, seeing the world through his eyes. Soon the rest of the athleteâs body and life would be his. He just needed for practice to end, and for everybody to go home. Then he could take the final step.
Iâm glad I could help you, Iâm glad I could encourage you. Iâve watched your progress as you pushed yourself to the limit. I always knew youâd be a great triathlete. You had guts and potential and ambition.
I was never good at swimming, nor cycling, nor running, but as you I got the full package.
Now that youâve made all the preparations for me, Iâm sure, Iâll get a good time at the triathlon this weekend. I want to get the best out of all your hard work, bearing the fruits of your labour, like you always did back when we were co-workers.
This body is fit and strong, and destined for something greater â and it looks good in lycra. Thereâs no way Iâm giving this up. Now Iâm in the saddle.
âHi Sebastian, sorry if Iâm late.â I said entering the music room. Iâve had a busy day, with it being my final day of teaching.
The young man looked up from his guitar and smiled.
âNo worries, teach, Iâve just been sitting jamminâ a bit while waiting.â Sebastian said innocently.
âWell, Iâm not a teacher much longer,â I replied as I closed the door.
âDoes it feel strange to have your last day today?â Sebastian asked curiously.
âSort of⌠But itâs a great opportunity. I still wanted to talk to you about the strings, Iâve been pulling.â
âYeah?!â Sebastian eyes lit up, he sat up straight, eager to hear, what I had to tell him.
âIâve been talking to a producer at Alpha Centauri and showed him some of your music, and he is considering you-â
âWhat?! Are you fucking serious?! They really are going to let me-â
I had to cut off the excited young man, I handed him my phone; âHere, you can read the mail, he sent me, yourself.â He smiled a million dollar smile.
I handed him my battered old phone and pretended to be reading over his shoulder, as Sebastian excitedly read the quite long e-mail.
Unfortunately for Sebastian the mail wasnât real, as a matter of fact, I had written it myself, but I just needed to be very close to him and have him be distracted. Then I jabbed the syringe into his neck.
The young man immediately lashed out, falling off the chair and dropping the phone in the process. He looked up at me with a shocked, but already somewhat vacant expression.
I immediately sat on top of him, pinning him down, pressing one hand against his mouth, whilst holding his right arm down against the floor. He was no doubt much stronger than me, but with the drug debilitating his body, it was much easier than expected.
âIâm sorry, Sebastian,â I said with apathy, âbut this is the opportunity, Iâm talking about.â
He tried retaliating with his left arm, but soon appeared to lose control of it, causing it to flail around randomly until the drug really kicked in.
When he stopped struggling, I got up and checked the door was locked, and then quickly took off my clothes, stuffing it into a plastic bag.
Sebastian was completely unconscious by that time, so I could take off his clothes with ease as well. His naked body was a sight to behold â young, strong and handsome, except slightly twisted as his insides had decayed.
I laid on top of what remained of Sebastian to squeeze out all the air and gunk still trapped in his body. It was like lying on a deflating balloon, a visible vapour left every orifice, and soon he was completely flat and empty.
âIâm done with teaching, now itâs time to take what should have been mine.â I monologued, as if Sebastian could still hear me.
I picked up Sebastianâs skin, shook it a little and marvelled at the result. Not hesitating any further I stretched his mouth wide and began slipping my feet inside. It was a struggle to get inside, but eventually I got my foot all the way down. The next foot was easier, and as soon as I could wiggle my toes within Sebastianâs feet, I could easily pull his strong legs into place as well.
I fed my dick into his hollow shaft, and it sprung to life, after which I could pull his gaping mouth over my butt. I pulled the stretchy skin further up my body, my own gut being replaced by Sebastianâs flat stomach.
âYouâre by far the most talented musician Iâve ever taught, and Iâm sick and tired of teaching, now Iâm getting the music career, I always dreamt of when I was your age.â
It wasnât getting any easier, but I was so close. Getting my arm inside his mouth, whilst being stretched around by abdomen was more difficult than anticipated, but I eventually managed to get one arm in, and the result spoke for itself. It was smooth, tan, strong⌠and mine! I flexed it a couple of times, and even stroked my arousal a couple of times⌠It was perfect.
After a little more struggling, I could plunge my other arm into his, and that was the last major obstacle.
With a simple movement, the chest and shoulders slid into place, and with only his vacant head dangling behind mine like a hood, I was almost done.
I gently ran my new hand over my new firm chest, feeling my pecs, both slabs of smooth and strong muscle.
âJust imagine how far the two of us can go together as one. I want the fame, the money, the-â I paused, that would be the last time, that I would hear my own voice. It was time to finish.
I stretched Sebastianâs mouth wide one last time, so it could swallow me whole. A tingling sensation rushed through my body and mind, as Sebastianâs mouth snapped shut around mine.
The sensation of darkness and unintelligible pictures and thoughts rushed through me, but suddenly there was light and clarity.
âFUUUUUUUUCK!â I growled triumphantly. Looking down my new body, I was beyond satisfaction. I instinctively looked up at the clock over the door. I had been here longer, than expected. I needed to slip into Sebastianâs routine, there would be plenty of time for self-gratification later, though I had to strongly repress the urges.
I put on Sebastianâs underwear, socks, t-shirt, pants, his signature necklace and wristbands. There was something particularly pleasing about claiming these personal keepsakes as my own. Finally, I slipped on his biker jacket, it was a perfect fit and still smelled strongly of leather and the sweat of the young man.
I picked up his guitar and the plastic bag with the last remaining traces of my old self.
I quietly left the room, wanted to head outside to get some fresh air and sun.
Everything seemed brighter and lighter outside the classroom as I stepped into the hallway.
But after having only walked about 200 metres, I felt unwell, as if the hallway was spinning. I needed to sit down, so I sat on the stairs leading to the upper floors. I suppose the transformation wasn't completely done yet.
As I sat here, waiting for the dizziness to go away, I decided to put this new body to the test. I strummed the guitar like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I could feel both my and Sebastian's talent streaming through my fingers and the notes they produced.
It was almost an unreal sensation. I was better than my old self, I was better than Sebastian, I was on a whole other level. The dizziness had precipitated, and I got back on my feet. A couple of girls passed by in the hallway, they had noticed my music, they smiled at me, and I flashed signature Sebastianâs grin right back at them. Once they were gone, I burst into laughter.
I grabbed my phone and gave a call to NewU Records, who were the ones I had actually gotten an agreement with, and they were going to make me their new star, all I had to do was give them a call.
Everything was set up for Sebastian. Record deal, new apartment and future career, all set up by me. From my savings I've even bought a white convertible, which I think would go extremely well with my new identity.
I took it for a spin later that night, like a totally insufferable, self-absorbed and enviable celebrity with the world at his feet. It feels so good, it feels so right. This is going to be sweet.
I was really pumped when I left school, one of the last I think.
It had been a long day, lots of classes even though it was the last day of term.
A memory popped into my head, chest training. Damn I felt so good, so much energy.
Smiling, a thought drifted through my mind; a holiday, spring break. My nose crinkled, Sofia-my girl.
With my backpack crammed with my gear, I turned up the volume on my headphones, took a breath and confidently made my way to the gym for what I knew would be an amazing session.
None of this would have been possible without Callum of course, the body I now possessed.
He came into school early, fresh from a run. Coach allowed him to shower in the gym, convenient for me.
I prepped the syringe, as I made my way into the locker room. I could here the showers and knew heâd be finishing up soon.
The water stopped and I waited out of sight. He walked past me, I took a breath admiring his muscular physique. Before he could get any further, I jabbed him with the needle. He spun around and I grabbed him as he struggled. He was strong, but I held on. Moments passed and I could feel him getting weaker, slower, lighter.
The transformation into a skinsuit had begun. Heâd stopped struggling, and I was able to lift him over my shoulder and take him back into the showers.
I lowered him to the floor as I began to strip. By the time Iâd finished, Callum was ready to accept me.
Sitting on the floor, Callumâs head between my legs I pulled at his face, stretching his lips.
His mouth parted, his gaping mouth accepted my feet and legs easily. I continued to inch myself deeper into his young body.
Callumâs body bunched up until my feet where in place inside his. I pulled again, and my own legs became sheathed. I worked my hips, slipping inside his making sure I took his ass and dick.
I glanced at the clock, just visible outside the shower room; 08:15. I needed to hurry up.
Continuing, I pulled his torso up my own body, feeding my arms inside his. Eventually I was able to get inside his torso, his shoulders slipped over mine. I had not only lost a couple of inches in height, but also my own chubby physique.
Finally I pulled his face over mine, completing my transformation.
Getting to my feet, I stretched in my new identityâtaking a couple of breaths in my new body.
Making my way back into the locker room I saw my reflection for the first time, âfucking amazing.â I huffed, enjoying my new voice.
Grabbing my towel, I finished drying off and made my way to the locker. I only had rudimentary memories, enough to make it through the day. The detail would surface later in the day.
I sifted through the clothes, selecting a white compression shirt and strapped cargos.
It felt strange pulling on small underwear and socks, but they fit perfectly of course. The shirt was tight and displayed Callumâs â my muscles like a showcase. The cargos and trainers set off my new persona perfectly.
I slipped my backpack over my shoulders and trademark headphones over my ears. The mobile recognised my new face and opened. I selected som music and left the locker room. I had classes, but none would be a struggle for me. I chuckled know that my scores would be improving for sure.
Others started filtering into the halls, people nodded and felt great wrapped in the popular kids identity.
With the holidays just around the corner I knew I would be having so much fun.
It was Friday at 15:40, end of the day â the students poured from the room into the hallways, passing by Jamie, the captain of the swimming team, who waited patiently outside.
âHey Jamie!â âWassup Jamie?â some of the students shouted as they passed by him, already out of earshot before Jamie could answer. He just stood and smiled, waiting for the classroom to be completely empty.
âHello Jamieâ, Mr. Larson replied, âplease come in,â he gesticulated as Jamie entered the now-empty classroom.
As soon as Jamie slammed the door shut behind him, he quickly, but quietly locked the door.
âHi Larsonâ, Jamie said softly with a smirk, Larson reciprocated the look. The student and professor leaned in on each other, then their lips met in a kiss. Their romance intensified, they embraced and held each other tightly, their puffer jackets creaking loudly, as they ran their hands all over each other.
Still with their arms wrapped around each other, Jamie looked insatiably into the professorâs eyes and asked: âAre you ready for our trip?â
âAbsolutely,â Larson answered playfully, âthe car is packed and waiting.â
âSay⌠before we go⌠Do you wanna swap?â Jamie asked with a grin, placing his hand on Larsonâs stubble.
âSwap?â Larson repeated and after a moment of thought he continued, âsure.â He reached for the door making sure it was completely locked, before he unzipped the puffer jacket, heâd just put on.
Jamie did the same. They then took off their shirts, trying their best not to get carried away, as they both showcased their tight and trimmed torsos.
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Harry had always fantasized about dating Jamie, the captain of the swimming team, whereas his boyfriend David had always found the slightly more mature Mr. Larson very attractive. And when the two had discovered a way to become someone else, they leapt at it, deciding it would be satisfying to become the people, who their partner desired the most⌠at least desired on a physical level.
Harry had slithered into Larson to fulfil Davidâs desire, and David had slithered into Jamie to fulfil his. They had taken over their lives, but had adapted to their new identities, finding it oddly easy to step into the roles of professor and elite athlete respectively. To them it was little more than a theatrical performance, but they enjoyed every bit of it.
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Their skins stretched and contorted in unnatural ways until their upper bodies had completed separated from what was hiding beneath.
With an almost unreal *schlorp* the skins of the two men came off. Harry and David, while soaked in sweat, smiled to each other, it seemed like an eternity since, they had actually seen their true selves.
The two nobodies exchanged the lifeless torsos of Jamie and Mr. Larson, then began pulling on their new identities, pushing their heads up through the necks and forcing their arms into the vacant skinsâ.
Once settled with their new torsos, all the features in place. Harry ran a finger up Jamieâs muscular arm and up his neck to his face, which he now was all in possession of.
âNice,â he said with Jamieâs voice, âvery nice.â
There was definitely something thrilling about being the guy you wanted to date, rather than having someone else be him. It was obvious that David was in agreement, caressing Larsonâs more mature body.
âWanna swap bottoms too?â the new Jamie asked.
âNah, that can wait,â said the new Larson, who were pulling on his shirt again. âBesides⌠isnât it an arousing thought to be⌠you know⌠by yourself, so to speak?â
Jamie grinned, his lower half was still Mr. Larsonâs, so he definitely got what David/Larson was thinking of.
âAlright then, but weâll have to get to that, once we get to the hotel,â the new Jamie said as he pulled on Jamieâs t-shirt and jacket, zipping it up.
âSee you out front in 5 minutes,â the new Jamie said with a wink and left the room.
Walking through the hallways was definitely different being a star athlete, compared to being a professor, the other jocks waving and shouting at him, passing him hi-fives and compliments as he made his way to the parking lot, where âMr. Larsonâ would pick him up for an unforgettable weekend. And as he walked, he began to wonder⌠Would people notice, that he was wearing Larsonâs jeans?
I had tried to run into Martin Jenkins for some time, an old classmate of mine, who didnât care the slightest for me, and it was mutual. But that feeling had changed, since I discovered how he had matured. He was still a punk, donât get me wrong, he had a temper and could easily get into a fight, but he had potential now⌠Potential that I could bring forth, with a little help from my fatherâs pharmaceutical company.
âHi Jenkins,â I said as I walked up to him, it had taken me quite some time to build up the courage to approach him, there was something intimidating yet imposing about him, especially with the black leather biker jacket, a cigarette between his lips and the fact I was like a twig in comparison. He looked at me like a complete stranger, then he realised, who I was⌠I think⌠He didnât actually say my name, maybe he had almost completely forgotten me.
âOh, hiâ Martin replied still looking at me with disinterest. There wasnât really any reason to reminiscence the âgood old daysâ, so I just cut straight to the chase. âI heard youâve been looking for a job,â I said, he raised an eyebrow in return: âWhere did you hear that? Does everybody know, Iâm out of a job?â he grumbled. âYes, I heard it from one of the others,â I said, hoping he didnât see through the lie, it was clear, that he was distrustful of me. âThe pharmaceutical company my father is working for is hiring, and they are looking for people.â
Martin was quiet for a bit, then he asked: âWhat sort?â I knew that I now got him on the hook. âWell, thereâs some jobs in their growing storage facility, and they also are looking for couriers, who can bring samples, equipments and tests around town.â I knew he liked driving around on his moped, so this was my best bet. âAnd how are the work conditions? Am I expected to treat every assignment as life-or-death, that requires me to bring stuff from one end of town to the other in 10 minutes or less?â I was actually a bit surprised by his response, it sounded like he had been having some rough jobs in the past. âNo, not really,â I said, trying to not scare him away. âThe pay is very decent, and the work conditions are fine, havenât really heard any complaints.â âAlright, Iâve just been working as errand boy for so many companies, who tried to screw me over,â Martin muttered.
âPlease, come to the company on Thursday,â I said, almost pleadingly âand talk to my father, Iâm sure, he can offer you something good.â I handed Martin one of my fatherâs business cards, beginning to fear I had messed this up. â11 oâclock, Thursday,â I said, before turning to leave, feeling very awkward. I really needed to get away from Martin for now, I also couldnât stand the smell of smoke. I needed to make sure he quit that.
Martin showed up the following Thursday⌠surprisingly in a suit and tie, which I did not expect. It didnât seem like something he was used to wearing, but he looked pretty sharp nonetheless.
He entered the room and shook my fatherâs hand. My father looked at me, and askedâ Are you absolutely sure about this?â Martin looked a bit confused, as I answered: âAbsolutely,â and nodded.
âVery well,â my father replied and then turned his full attention to Martin, âso Martin⌠Before we begin, may I offer you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?â
âCoffee,â Martin said, âjust regular.â My father poured coffee into a mug â a mug, that had been specially prepared for Martin, now I just needed to be sure, he drank it.
Once Martin had taken the mug, my father began the âinterviewâ like it was just a regular interview. He asked Martin about his previous experience, and we found out that Martin had done surprisingly many jobs, just not for very long as his employers usually had tried to screw him over, and heâd decided to quit rather than accept their terrible working conditions, although he needed the money. He had done manual labour and worked as a courier using his moped.
The conversation went on, while I waited for the effect to kick in, and after ten minutes that felt like hours Martin began to âdoze offâ having drunk roughly half of the mugâs content.
When Martin became entirely unresponsive, it was time to act.
While my father locked the door, I began to undress Martin, or what was left of him.
âSo you are really going through with this?â my father asked almost disappointined, as he began to help me undress the collapsed Martin.â Yes, and thank you for making it happeningâ I replied unable to conceal my excitement. âBut couldnât you have found someone better? Heâs a bit of a punk, isnât he?â my father continued as he folded Martinâs white shirt neatly and placed it on his desk with the rest of Martinâs clothes. âHeâs perfect,â I replied,â and besides⌠I can make some changes if necessary.â
Martinâs skin was all that remained of him, like a deflated, human-shaped balloon, his eye sockets empty and his mouth gaping and stretched far beyond its normal capability. It was ready.
I discarded my own clothes hastily, and my father helped me slither into the bodysuit.
It was surprisingly easy to get inside, and made me feel even smaller and skinnier, than I normally did. Not that it would matter for much longer, soon I wouldnât have to think about that ever again.
Martin certainly was no athlete, but he was fit and strong, maybe due to the manual labour and fistfights he had a habit of getting into.
I could wiggle my toes, and they responded flawlessly. Soon his legs, abdomen, torso and arms were also under my complete control. The skin might need a little moisturiser, but other than that, I was elated with my new skin. I had even gained some extra height, and the body felt naturally, if still a little loose. I looked one last time at my father with my old face, and smiled at him, he just stared at me in disbelief, but it seemed like he had accepted the change.
I grabbed Martinâs windswept hair, that still dangled on my back as his hollow head hung around my shoulders. I pulled it and his face up and over my head like a hood. With a final snap, everything fell into place. I massaged the face, just to make sure it was aligned properly. I then felt a tightening across my entire body. I donât if I was growing inside the skin, or the skin was shrinking to fit me, or something in between or entirely fourth.
But at the end of it, it was a perfect fit. I stretched my new body, flexed my new muscles, and ran my hands over my new skin. I looked at my father again with a devilish grin: âNow this feels so amazing!â âIâm glad youâre enjoying it,â he replied and began to hand Martinâs clothes to me, âand I expect youâll put it to good use.â âDefinitely,â I said with Martinâs voice, as I slipped his pants on, slightly disappointed he didnât come in the leather jacket and jeans that he wore last I saw him, but that was only a question of time. Having tidied myself up, I looked just like Martin as he had entered the room barely an hour ago.
âSee you at dinner,â I chuckled. âVery well,â my father said still with clear disbelief in his voice, âbut do something about that hair,â he continued, as I reached for the door handle. âYeah, sure,â I replied and headed out the door.
I headed straight back to Martinâs cheap apartment, it was a poor sight for sure, and I certainly was not going to stay here. I rummaged through Martinâs stuff and managed to find the exact outfit he had been wearing, when last I saw him. I ditched the suit and tie, then pulled on the black t-shirt, the scent of his sweat still clinging to it. A smell I now recognised as my own, I pulled it on very satisfied. Next were his jeans, I loved the way they fit, and the fact that they were several sizes bigger than my old pants only made it more satisfying. I grabbed my crotch hard, barely able to contain myself. Finally I plunged my new, bigger arms into the sleeves of MY leather jacket, claiming it as my own and establishing my new ââbad-boyâ persona. I took a look at my reflection and laughed, I couldnât help it. I was so pumped, that I barely knew what to do with myself, this body needed to be put to the test. I slipped into Martin's/my leather boots with a newfound confidence, with his clothes and body under my control.
Letâs see what I can do with this before dinner.
Epilogue: As for my hair, my father and I found a compromise. Iâm still going to keep the bad-boy persona, and even with my preference for leather and tight jeans, I can still pull off the look of the handsome young man whoâs got a great future ahead of him⌠if/when I want to.
Listen you, I don't know who you are or how long you've been posing as our champ. But I've told the whole crew about your little secret and your deception! And they were appalled... They feel betrayed and deceived, but for the sake of the team, they've all agreed, that I am the champion now! So you have no business here, stranger. You best get out of here before we call security.
No April Fool's Joke
"Yeah, okay Joey, I think the joke has gone on long enough. Can you untie me now?" laughed the champ, "we got work to do."
"Not quite," said Joey the crewmember. Joey had been onto him for some time now, he already knew his secret, and what he wanted to gain from it. Joey rubbed the back of his hand against the tied-up champ's face. The champ seemed almost nervous, up until now he had been taking it as a harmless joke.
Joey reached for the champ's throat, digging his hands into his skin feeling for a fold around his neck, and eventually he found one. With a swift move he yanked the champion's face off. Joey now stood with the champion's lifeless face in his hand, and his suspicions confirmed.
Now the leather-clad biker appeared to be a pale and sweaty man, who looked frantically and frightened at Joey. "I can explain everything," he yelped instinctively. "Not necessary," Joey replied and pressed a rag against the stranger's face till he lost consciousness.
Joey then quickly untied the champ or whoever he was, then stripped all his leathers off him. Excitedly Joey put on the mask as well as the champ's gear right down to his sweaty undersuit. Once all the gear was in place from the mismatched leather boots to the Monster baseball cap, Joey immediately left for the track with a satisfied grin on his face, he was ready to take his career and life to the next level, and had no reason to look behind him anymore.
"Yeah, okay Joey, I think the joke has gone on long enough. Can you untie me now?" laughed the champ, "we got work to do."
"Not quite," said Joey the crewmember. Joey had been onto him for some time now, he already knew his secret, and what he wanted to gain from it. Joey rubbed the back of his hand against the tied-up champ's face. The champ seemed almost nervous, up until now he had been taking it as a harmless joke.
Joey reached for the champ's throat, digging his hands into his skin feeling for a fold around his neck, and eventually he found one. With a swift move he yanked the champion's face off. Joey now stood with the champion's lifeless face in his hand, and his suspicions confirmed.
Now the leather-clad biker appeared to be a pale and sweaty man, who looked frantically and frightened at Joey. "I can explain everything," he yelped instinctively. "Not necessary," Joey replied and pressed a rag against the stranger's face till he lost consciousness.
Joey then quickly untied the champ or whoever he was, then stripped all his leathers off him. Excitedly Joey put on the mask as well as the champ's gear right down to his sweaty undersuit. Once all the gear was in place from the mismatched leather boots to the Monster baseball cap, Joey immediately left for the track with a satisfied grin on his face, he was ready to take his career and life to the next level, and had no reason to look behind him anymore.
Perhaps there had been signs he had overlooked, maybe there had been plenty of clues that something was going to happen at the museum, that someone had made plans and preparations, and it was culminating tonight.
The museum had amongst its collections, a collection of movie memorabilia, one of the memorabilia being a set of costumes of Batman and Robin from the movie of the same name from 1997 with George Clooney and Chris O'Donnell in the respective roles. A movie of questionable quality certainly, but iconic in its own way.
The suits were by no means unique, as there were made multiple of them during the taping of the movie, but now a set was on display here along side other superhero and movie pieces. As the night watch, he was responsible for keeping an eye on all these artefacts, which usually wasnât particularly eventful, he might do some cleaning and some fixes around the museum, but otherwise, there wasnât much to do. Not that he complained, he loved history and could enjoy the exhibits by himself. He did have a particular good eye for the Batman and Robin costumes, but apparently he wasnât the only one.
An uneventful night became very eventful, when he entered the movie memorabilia collection, he had heard voices and went to investigate. Half of the security cameras werenât working, which probably was a sign, that something bad was going to happen, but he still went to check. As soon as he entered the room, he was assaulted and overpowered by two masked men. They pressed him firmly against the wall, whilst stuffing a gag into his mouth, they then forced him down on a chair, and tied him to it with rope from their duffle bag. They didnât seemed fazed by the night watch, quite the contrary, they seemed even more excited, as if they had wanted someone to witness this⌠And the night watch, whilst fearful and shocked, felt something stir inside him.
These two burglars were a mystery, they didnât seem like your typical burglar, there were something strange about their approach and their goal, that the night watch would soon come to realize. He saw them approach the Batman display, whispering excitedly to one another, not even caring that he was sitting here watching everything. Had his mouth not been gagged, his jaw would have dropped, as he saw the two men do, what he had always dreamt of doing; touching the suits.
The burglars began to undress the two mannequins, the night watch trying to figure out exactly what they were doing and why. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning as he looked in fear, but also longing as the superhero costumes were disassembled and discarded on the floor.
They had undressed the two mannequins of Batman and Robin and thrown all the neoprene and leather on the floor. The night watch was baffled, if they wanted to steal the suits, why havenât they just stuffed them in their duffle back and ran? Was there more they wanted?
From their duffle bag one of the masked figure pulled out a utility knife. A chill ran down the night watchâs spine. What were they planning? He stared entranced and fearful, his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to think straight. He was starting to remember the potential danger he was in, he stared at it with his heart in his throat, fearing that this could turn ugly pretty quickly.
But to his surprise and bewilderment, they did something else. With the blade of the knife one of the masked men began cutting off the head of the naked Robin mannequin, he then handed it to his accomplice, who took the head and turned his back on the night watch.
With his free hand the burglar pulled off his balaclava and dropped it on the floor. The night watch could only see the back of his head, but he appeared to be young and skinny with a buzz cut haircut.
To the night watchâs big surprise the young man plunged his head into the hollowed out Robin-head, pushing and pulling the silicone into place. The night watch wouldnât have believed it was possible, but he could not take his eyes of it. After what seemed like an eternity the new âRobinâ turned around a flashed a smile. It was unbelievable, it was so realistic. It was like the young Chris OâDonnell stood in the room, the night watch was in awe, he now knew exactly what the burglars wanted, and he felt aroused, he felt insatiable, as terrified as he was, he wanted to see it all.
The still masked burglar nodded in approval, having dropped the headless Robin silicone mannequin on the floor, he then went over to the naked âBatmanâ.
And just like before, he cut off the head, turned his back on the night watch, pulled off his mask and plunged his head into the hollowed Batmanâs.
Once the other burglar was satisfied with his new face, he turned towards his accomplice, who placed his hand on the George Clooney-impersonatorâs face, before leaning in and kissing him.
Despite the potential danger he was in, the night watch eagerly awaited, what he assumed the burglars would do next. He wasnât sure they would actually do it, but they didnât disappoint him. They stripped themselves of their black onesies, and ran the utility knife down the spines of both of the mannequins, creating large enough gaps for them to enter.
Slowly, but steadily they both began to force their way inside the hollow mannequins. The night watch felt like his nether regions were about to explode at the sight. The two men were transforming into movie stars as their scrawny bodies disappeared into the silicone, replacing them with the perfectly sculpted physiques of Batman and Robin.
There was something completely breathtaking about their actions. The night watch could only dream of what it would be like to slip into a silicone body like that, instantly gaining flawless skin, a handsome face and some quick and easy muscle mass. He wanted nothing more, than to be like those two right now.
Once they were both inside they began a process of self-gratification, rubbing their hands all over their new smooth and toned bodies. The night watch was in awe at the sight. It was flawless. The two impersonators were clearly as aroused as him as they embraced each other, kissing each other deeply and passionately with their erections pressing against each other.
Having lost any sense of time, their make-out could have lasted hours as they caressed their new ânakedâ bodies, clearly beyond satisfied with their result. But they werenât quite done yet, there was still a final trick in their bag.
They began rubbing some sort of paste on each otherâs backs and around their necks. It dawned on the night watch what they were doing⌠They were sealing themselves inside. He would have thought that it would have been unbearably warm inside those silicone bodies, but apparently it wasnât the case. They were going all in, no turning back, they wanted to stay as Clooney and O'Donnell forever.
The night watch couldnât bear it anymore, he was so full of longing and desire and without knowing it and despite the gag, he let out a deep and audible moan.
For the first time for what seemed like hours, the impersonators turned towards their spectator, they both chuckled, seemingly enjoying they were being watched. The naked George-impersonator took a few steps toward their hostage: âI hope you are enjoying the show, itâs only halfway done.â Did he have any idea, how much their witness was into this?
âGeorgeâ flexed his right arm, it responded flawlessly, you wouldnât believe it wasnât real unless you had seen, what had transpired before. âGeorgeâ turned away, looking at âChrisâ who had begun pulling on the Robin-costume.
The night watch stared still entranced, no longer feeling any fear, just unyielding desire. âChrisâ had slipped into the pants of the Robin-suit, they were a perfect fit of course, maybe even a little tighter, but the mannequin was made to fit the proportions of the suit, and now, in some bizarre way, they still were.
âGeorgeâ had also put on the pants of the Batman-suit and then helped âChrisâ zipping the back of Robinâs top. âChrisâ returned the favour as âGeorgeâ slipped into Batmanâs top. The mannequins were almost completely dressed, they put on the costumesâ gloves, boots, belts and capes, then âBatmanâ pulled on his leather cowl and âRobinâ his mask.
The transformation was complete, it was like the mannequins had simply come to life, except it really wasnât that. It was almost more unbelievable. The two burglars strutted around for a bit, getting comfortable in their new skins and costumes. The night watch was so deeply infatuated, he could only imagine, how they must feel, how he wanted to be them.
âAre you satisfied?â said âBatmanâ to âRobinâ. âVery satisfied,â âRobinâ replied, whilst tweaking the nipples of his suit, âthis feels so good.â
âCouldnât agree more,â âBatmanâ responded with a chuckle, running his gloved hand down to his suitâs crotch. âRobinâ wrapped his arms around âBatmanâ and pulled him towards himself and they locked lips once again. The night watch moaned again, as he felt like climaxing any moment, he couldnât contain himself anymore. The two âsuperheroesâ turned to look at him.
âI think heâs into it!â âBatmanâ laughed to âRobinâ like they had been completely aware of it from the start. The âdark knightâ walked towards the night watch, whose heartbeat began to increase with every step of the approaching âheroâ.
âBatmanâ placed his hand firmly on the night watchâs erection, giving it a few tugs. âYeah, you are really into it, arenât you? We had a feelingâŚâ
The night watch let out another moan, the culmination of a most eventful night.
âBatmanâ walked away and began picking up the clothes of their former identities, the burglarsâ balaclavas, onesies and so forth, all the traces of what they had been.
âRobinâ chuckled and walked up to their hostage. He placed his boot firmly on the night watchâs aroused member and smiled the boyish smile of the young Chris O'Donnell. âRobinâ leaned in on the night watch, their faces so close, that he could smell the silicone and the warmth radiating from it, âRobinâ placed his mouth inches from the night watchâs ear and whispered sensually: âIf you let us get away⌠Weâll make it worth your while. You can join us if you want. If this turns you on as much as it does us, then I think weâll get along nicely, and we can even get you a skin like ours.â
âRobinâ stepped back, âBatmanâ was done tidying up after them.
âGive it some thought,â said âRobinâ, âweâll make sure, you wonât regret it.â The night watch felt the ropes loosen and the gag too. âRobinâ then gave him a kiss on the cheek, the night watch felt the warm silicone against his skin, it felt so realistically, he then felt âRobinâsâ tongue in his ear, and he almost felt like fainting from the hotness.
The sound of two heavy sets of leather boots walking echoed through the empty halls as the âdark knightâ and the âboy wonderâ left the crime scene, leaving the night watch behind, pondering what his next move should be.
*Zip* The low crunching sound of the zipper stopped as the transformation was completed. The skin, the muscles, the youthful face were all in the right place now with the final movement of his hand.
How the hell am I supposed to get rid of the zipper? Rasmus thought to himself. This silicone suit was perfect in every aspect, except for the zipper, that now dangled from the back of his head. He thought of simply just yanking it off, after all, why would he ever take this off? But then again he wouldn't risk ruining the suit. Maybe I can just put on a cap backwards for now, nobody will probably notice, he thought, continuing his self-gratification in the mirror. He was insatiable, he simply couldn't believe that he was this stud, and he could be staying like this forever. He just needed a safe way to remove the zipper.
His name was Johnny Zest, born John Landgraab, but that wasnât a name he used anymore. His family disowned him years ago after he skipped out of school. Johnny wasnât academical, at all, he was the class clown, and boy did he make them laugh.
Johnny was funny, and he was good at it, so he wanted to work on that instead. He wanted to be a comedian. And that is what he eventually became, much to his familyâs disapproval. Not anything big, but enough to make ends meet, and usually just at the local comedy club.
One thing he was particularly good at was parodies. Given a little time, he could change his voice quite convincingly. People were amazed with his parodies. He nailed it, they told him.
After a show one evening, a guy approached him by the scene after his performance, as the next set was being set up.
âGreat show, dudeâ he said with a big smile. Johnny thanked him for the compliment.
âDo you think you could make yourself sound like me?â the guy asked. âWell, Iâll need a little time to see how your face moves when you speak, and of course get to know your voiceâŚâ Johnny began to explain, but he was cut off before he could elaborate further.
âHeh, it would be great, if you could. I could put you on my channel, you'd get tons of attention." The guy kept talking, but Johnny was beginning to zone out.
Then it dawned on Johnny, who this guy was⌠He had to be some sort of influencer.
Johnny didnât recognize him, the guy probably wouldnât like the fact, that Johnny had no idea who he was. And this guy seemed to be the kind of person, who wanted to be recognized.
So Johnny just played along, after all, acting was what he was good at.
"Hey, letâs take a selfie together, Iâll post on my channel. Then maybe you can get me some free tickets for your next show. Then you can show your impression of me." It wasn't until the guy had taken his selfie and shown the uploaded result to him, that he actual figured out his name: Jackson Ready.
His meeting with Jackson had made him realize something, he wasnât just good at parodies, he was great at it⌠Maybe it was time to put it to useâŚ
He began studying Jacksonâs posts intricately, trying to absorb as much knowledge about him as possible. Learning all about his hobbies, interests, and most importantly; his behaviour. He had to admit that Jackson was pretty generic, nothing really set him apart. He just filmed other people doing stuff, and then made it all about himself. Johnny couldnât see any justification in this guyâs popularity, but he wasnât going to complain, after all he was planning on using it.
He practiced extensively Jacksonâs voice and behaviour. He also spent hours on makeup to make himself look just Jackson; they were quite similar, which made it easy, and Johnny wanted to be sure, that he nailed it. In the following weeks, he did everything to try and become just like Jackson, and he was getting more and more accustomed to it.
Thanks to a shady individual from Strangetown, Johnny had come into possession of the device, that was going to subdue Jackson and take him out of the picture. With that he was now all set to put his plan into motion. His last show on stage. The prelude to his greatest performance yet.
He sent a message to Jackson, of course with a free ticket attached, as well as asking him to meet him backstage after his performance.
Johnny managed to get through the show. Jackson was sitting front row⌠and Johnny had kept a good eye on him, this was going to be wild.
âHey, dude, you were great tonight - freaking hilarious.â
âThanks,â Johnny said, his pulse was rising, he knew his window of opportunity was small, and it will appear in just a moment.
âSo did you think you could make an impression of me?â
âYes, I have been practicing quite a bit.â Johnny said as he led Jackson to the backstage room.
âCool, we can do a couple of short recordings, then I can post in on my channel.â
âExcellent, dude!â Johnny said imitating Jacksonâs voice. Jackson was visibly surprised. âWoah! You sound just like me, but wait till I have started recording.â
âOh okayâŚâ Johnny said with his regular voice. Having hid a little tube device in his hand, Johnny anticipated the moment. Jackson was way to occupied looking at his phone screen, seemingly trying to get a good angle as well as light. But his inattention was just, what Johnny had waited for.
Johnny injected the tube into Jacksonâs neck, Jackson yelped almost inaudibly, before he dropped his phone and collapsed on the floor.
Not wasting any time, Johnny quickly pulled off Jacksonâs boots, socks, suit, watch, cap and underwear, stripping him completely naked. Jackson had a nice body, Johnny already knew that obviously, but seeing it in real life was something definitely more satisfying.
He went over to the mirror table pulling off his fake soul patch, without it his chin was as smoothly shaved as Jacksonâs. He then grabbed the wig and quickly put it on. It looked pretty convincing, but Johnny was intending to dye his hair as soon as possible, so he wouldnât have to rely on the wig. He put in the contact lenses, he knew Jackson used them too, so nobody would notice. Then he began to apply the makeup, he had prepared in advance. He knew exactly what to do to make the disguise flawless. He admired the result in the mirror, his Jackson face was spot on.
He began to undress and threw all his old clothes into his âprop boxâ, there were actually no props inside the box, the box itself was the prop, but as long as everybody thought it was filled with props Johnny could carry out his plan with little worry.
He stuffed all his old clothes into the box, then dragged it over to the unconscious Jackson.
He lifted him with surprisingly little effort, he wasnât exactly sure, what that injection had done to him, but he quickly folded Jackson in half and placed him in box, then he shut it.
He then looked at the pile of clothes, that was all that remained of Jackson. He put on Jacksonâs damp boxers, keeping his arousal in place. Then the t-shirt and socks, also damp, Johnny enjoyed how they smelled strongly of Jackson, he could get used to that scent.
Then he grabbed the weird suit Jackson had worn, Johnny wasnât exactly sure, what kind of motor sport youâd wear it for⌠if any. But Jackson didnât do motor sports, Johnny knew that much. Nevertheless he thoroughly enjoyed slipping into the suit, it was warm and slick on the inside, it creaked softly as it covered his body. His hand slid down the inside of Jackson's suit, he pulled a couple of times, his arousal was growing. He needed to remain focused, time was of the essence. He wiped his hand off on the leg of the suit. There would be plenty of time for that later. He had to complete his transformation. He slipped on Jacksonâs boots, they fitted perfectly. He slipped on his watch and finally he placed the cap on his head⌠backwards, just like Jackson had worn it.
He now looked just like Jackson did as he entered the backroom just a few minutes ago, nobody would be able to tell the difference, he looked at himself in the mirror, it was breathtaking.
He placed the box on its wheels and quickly left unseen via the back door. He retrieved Jacksonâs car key from the inner pocket of the suit. He unlocked Jacksonâs car and stuffed the box in the trunk.
The perfect act, from the worldâs greatest parodist.
That's it, 30 stories in 30 days, I'm fatigued, but also satisfied.
Having spent so much time on writing in a long time is very exhausting, but also quite rewarding.
Trying various genres, narratives, types of transformation, finding the right pictures to match the stories, coming up with new ideas (some more successful than others) as well as write down old ones, I've had for years.
Thanks to @max-the-many for hosting, and for getting me entangled into this ludicrous challenge in the first place.
Thanks for all the likes and reblogs, it's much appreciated.
If you haven't read it all, I don't blame you. It's a long list, and now I'm summarizing it with a list to give an overview, they all come with a tag or two to give a rough idea of what to expect. Though it has to be said, that tagging these kinds of stories is difficult as there doesn't appear to be broad consensus (like bodysuit, male body suit, skinsuit, fleshsuit etc. and muscle drain, muscle growth, muscle theft, stolen muscles, body theft, identity theft, life takeover etc.)
#01: Smoke - Smoke trail (Bodysuit)
#02: Orb - The Champion's Orb (Possession, age regression)
#03: Blood - Bloodhunt (Muscle drain, age regression)
#04: Beach - The Collection (the third acquisition) (Bodysuit)
#05: Revenge - Never bullied again (Muscle drain, revenge)
âPaul? Why?â those were Lucasâs last words before he collapsed on the floor, his hand still pressed against his throat, his gaze becoming vacant. I chuckle, âyou really havenât figured out yet? Iâm not Paul,â I pinch my cheek and pull, making my face distort grotesquely as Paulâs face detaches from my own underneath. I let go and Paulâs face snaps back in place, restoring my disguise. Thereâs a brief expression of soul-crushing horror on Lucasâs face, but then it disappears as the sparks in his eyes fade.
âPaul was a really nice disguise, as was your other friend, Stefan, but they were just the means to an end,â I say gloatingly to the unconscious hunk on the floor, kneeling to stay level with him, âyou were always my final goal!â
Thereâs no response, Lucas seems to be well on his way in the conversion, soon heâll be ready to wear.
âAll it took was a couple of bodysuits to get close to you, your friends will become part of my collection, but you â you are the crown jewel.â
I begin to undress, taking off Paulâs bike leathers, his undersuit and the rest of his motorcycle equipment.
I place my hands on Paulâs forehead and begin to push it backwards, causing his mouth to expand for my own head to poke through it. Feeling the air on my original face feels strange and weirdly unfamiliar, but Iâm not staying like this for long, once Iâm inside Lucas, Iâll never take him off again.
Slowly I squeeze out of Paulâs skin, struggling to get my body out of his. It isnât exactly a graceful transition as I clumsily pull out of Lucasâs biker friend, then again nobody is going to know.
I let go of Paulâs skin, letting it collapse on the floor as I eye up my new possession: Lucas Wilson.
Heâs ready. I lift up the hollowed-out skinsuit, that used to be Lucas. I was aroused and excited with making this my new permanent body, but I wanted to savour the moment. I strip Lucas, pulling off his clothes piece by piece, placing them in a neat little pile, smelling them as I remove them â itâs a musk, I canât wait to make my own.
Stripped naked like myself, I admire Lucasâs beautiful and sculpted body, those gorgeous muscles, especially those pecs. And they are all mine!
I carry the Lucas-suit into his bedroom, technically itâs my bedroom now â almost. I place it on the bed, even when deflated and visibly hollow, this body still looks amazing.
I run my fingers gently across his impressive chest, his defined abs, (they arenât exactly rock-hard, but they will be, once Iâm inside,) his well-endowed⌠his thick thighs and calves. I also run my fingers down his massive arms, from his broad shoulders, to his toned biceps and triceps and big hands. Finally I run my fingers across his angelic, handsome face, distorted by the lack of a skull, but still beautiful. Iâm insatiable and feel like Iâm about to burst with excitement, I canât delay this any further.
I grab Lucas and stretching his mouth wide open, I begin to slither in. Itâs always such an indescribably arousing feeling to pull on a bodysuit. Itâs warm, smooth and squishy inside, and I slid my feet in like I had done a few times before taking my time to get the toes in. I pull Lucas up around my legs, his muscular legs now back to life. I slip his ass over mine and I slip my own meat into his; and like pulling it on like a condom, it springs to life, perfectly reflecting how aroused I am.
I pull Lucasâs mouth further up my torso, making my flat and featureless stomach disappear, and be replace with Lucasâs sculpted abs. I keep pulling, so that I can get the pecs almost in place, then I plunge my hands into Lucasâs impressive arms. Stretching out Lucasâs mouth wide enough to pass my shoulders, I finally get the upper torso into place. Running Lucasâs finger across my wide shoulders, muscular arms and perfect pecs, I smile to myself, before I flex hard, the muscles respond flawlessly. They are ready to serve their new master. I look at my reflection, seeing my face one final time, I must admit, that this pristine body suits me, but I want it all. I then stretch Lucasâs mouth one final time to stretch it over my head, then I let go with a snap. Itâs dark for a moment, but I soon open my eyes and see the room again through new eyes.
The second-to-last thing I have to do is to push Lucasâs facial features into place. Staring insatiably as my handsome features fall into place, the facial massage has done itâs trick, I pull a few faces, itâs perfect. âLooking good, Lucas, looking really good,â I say to the stud in the mirror with my new voice.
I rub my new pecs, Iâve dreamt of rubbing hands my hands all over them since I first saw them on Lucasâs social media, and now theyâre all mine! I twist the nipples, each placed on a big slab of muscle. My muscles!
Finally I inject myself with another syringe, I am making this process irreversible. I am Lucas, now and forever. I have never tried this injection before, but it feels like Iâm bubbling inside, binding with my new skin, I can feel my senses sharpen and I feel âmore realâ than ever.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I laugh, a fiendish laughter expressing my sheer delight of my accomplishment. I rub my nether regions, not able to contain myself any longer and a chill rushes through me, down my spine as I climax satisfyingly. Not bothering to clean up the stains right now, and done with what would only be the first of many sessions of self-gratification, I walk out of the bedroom, where I left the Paul-bodysuit. I smirk to myself, then I grab Paulâs motorcycle leathers, the ones I arrived in, and begin pulling them on my naked body. Iâm now bigger and stronger than Paul, so the suit is going to get tested to see if it can contain my new muscular frame. I had no reason to worry, the suit is a perfect fit. It looks even better on Lucas me, than on Paul. Lucas doesnât have a lot of motorcycle gear, but Iâll make sure to change that, in the hallway I find Lucasâs own motorcycle boots and gloves, well, my motorcycle boots and gloves, both several sizes bigger than what I wore before, but now they fit perfectly on my feet and hands.
Riding a motorcycle as Paul was incredible, but going as Lucas is going to be many times better, but itâs going to have to be a short ride for now, thereâs so much else I have to do - to put this new body to the test. Pecs and everything!
âHi. Iâm here for the suit.â
âYes, come inside, I have put it out for you, if you want to look more at it and try it on.â
The young guy went into the older guyâs house, the motorcycle suit, he had seen on a second-hand site, was hopefully everything he had dreamt of.
It was a nice suit and in perfect condition, the young guy seemed quite satisfied.
âSo why were you selling it again?â he asked. âIt needs to be worn,â said the older guy, âthereâs a mirror over there, so you can see, if it fits.â
The young guy took off his hoodie and dropped it on the floor. The older guy left him alone in the hallway. If he was really cheeky, he could just have put on the suit and left.
Having wiggled into the leathers, the young guy zipped the suit, he admired himself in the mirror, grabbing his phone, snapping a few pictures.
He then felt a sudden pain rush through his body, like something small and sharp was poking him in the back, but there was nothing to see. His phone fell out of his hand and landed on the floor, but he could not bend down to pick it up.
He couldnât even lift his arms, looking down, he watched in horror, how his hands and feet deflated and shrank, seemingly disappearing into the suit, the suit was consuming him. He felt his head collapse and slowly being pulled into the neck opening, disappearing into the darkness.
Having heard the âclunkâ of the leather suit hitting the floor, the older guy opened the door to the room to find it empty. The leather suit laid zipped, but vacant on the floor. He walked over to the unoccupied leathers, and picked it up, then unzipped it, it was still warm inside. âI hope you are satisfiedâ, he said, as he pulled out the youthâs sweaty clothes from the innards, a t-shirt, a tank top, a pair of meggings and some boxers, all soaked in sweat, but otherwise nothing suggested this had just been worn.
The older guy then stripped himself naked and began to pull on the leather suit himself, zipping it. âAlright, now itâs your turn,â he said, then immediately felt a warmth spreading through his body. He took a deep breath, then moaned as he felt his muscles expand ever so slightly, he felt the suit tightening, creaking loudly as it adjusted to his size, his skin smoothed regressing signs of ageing, his hair grew darker, it would soon begin to grow lusher and fuller too, and he felt energy and strength surging through his body, as the last occupantâs essence were pumped into him.
âHell yeah, this guy had plenty to give. How about we take the bike for a spin?â
The suit was the current vessel of an ancient spirit. Several years ago its partner had it posses this motorcycle suit, instead of its former vessel, so it could more easily devour its victims. He would provide it with a meal/sacrifice every now and then, having them wear the suit for the spirit to consume, and in the return the spirit would rejuvenate him with the leftover essence of its victims - an uneasy alliance, but both seemed content for the time being.
You lacked the brains, I lacked the brawn, but you were going places, I wasn't.
When I pressed my lips against yours, it wasn't a declaration of love, quite the contrary. You began to fade, while I became more real. I needed you to complete me.
I sucked everything that is you, right out of your mouth; Your strength, your confidence, your courage, your charisma, your looks â everything, until I had drained it all, and what remained crumbled to dust.
Your sculpted body will change my life, our lives. With your body shaping me, Iâll be taking your name as my own, as well as your clothes and all your other belongings.
For what it's worth I am sorry, but this world eats nice guys like me for breakfast, it's survival of the fittest, with your body and my mind I can get really far.
This is an excerpt from a longer story I'm writing, but haven't finished yet. I will probably be able to finish it in the new year.
âDamien, we need to talk,â said my father, his tone was very serious, and the whole âwe need to talkâ wasnât something I had ever heard him saying before. Dad sat down on my bed and looked at me with a stern face, âDamien, I know you stole it from the hospital.â
I flinched⌠He knew, how long had he known?⌠âWhy did you do it?â he asked, there was an undeniable disappointment in his voice.
I decided there was no point in lying, I might as well be honest.
âIâve been using it on my classmates.â
âWhy?!â my father said clearly shocked, âthey are your friends, why would you do that?â
My fatherâs words really stung, though he probably wasnât aware of how much they did, having had my secret exposed was mortifying enough, my voice began trembling as I answered.
âFriends?!â I said trying to hide being upset, âThey were never my friends.â
My fatherâs face changed from shock to concern, which made me feel a bit better. It seemed like he understood somewhat.
âI thought things were going much better socially, you were popular, you were spending more time with them, going to all the parties â even coming home late at night.â
âIt was all just a facade, so that I could get away with it⌠Earn their trust and not to arouse any suspicion.â
My father said nothing, he just looked at me with something I assumed was sympathy, so I continued my rant.
âTo them I was merely an asset, I was useful. I only got all that attention, because I was the first in my class with a license, I could drive them places, be it drive-ins, the city or home after they had drunk their brains out. I was their chauffeur, their designated driver, thatâs all. Iâm not saying I was being excluded or bullied or anything, but Iâm just not like them⌠And despite all the attention Iâve gotten, it still doesnât change that I donât see them as friends, they are just my classmates, they are acquaintances if you would prefer a different termâŚâ
My father remained silent, he clearly was going through some strong emotions too, struggling to put them into words. I hadnât seen him like that before, it almost felt like, he thought he had failed as a father for not noticing my discontentment sooner.
âI see,â was the first thing my father said after a long pause, it took him some time before he continued, âhow did you do it? I donât suppose they volunteered for it.â
âI put something in their drinks,â I admitted, saying it out loud made me feel very ashamed.
âThatâs very irresponsible, do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!â my father said angrily.
âI know, but you have taught me of how to dose sleeping pills, and I only gave them a very small dose, I never hurt any of them, I just needed them to be passed out long enough for me toâŚâ
I hesitated, I probably shouldnât go into more detail, I think he got the picture; âand none of them suffered any side effects.â
âYou couldnât have known that, you canât just-â
âI know, I know, it was wrong and Iâm sorry, but whatâs done is done.â
âAnd what did you do with them?â
I went over to my closet and opened it, then I pulled out the three skinsuits, placing them all on the bed for my father to see. He was breath-taken and shocked as he looked at the display.
âYou made three?â
I nodded.
âHave you- have you worn them?â
âNot really, no, a few times at home, but not for long, I couldnât risk you or mom walking in on me. And itâs not exactly like I can go outside wearing them, Iâd risk running into someone, who knows them, or even worse â run into one of them. But I really wish I could have⌠tried to be someone else, if only briefly.â
My father seemed lost in thought, then he resolutely got up and looked straight at me, âthen pack your bags, you and I are going on a little road trip.â
I couldnât believe his reaction, it was relief.
Martin Ziegler went out for early morning skiing. He did that quite often, and he enjoyed having the pistes to himself before starting his job as a ski instructor at the Richter Ski Resort.
Cruising through the quiet ice-covered forest in the early sunlight, with fresh untouched snow under your feet was truly magical.
But Martin didnât see the tripwire barely visible in the frost, he tripped and fell, fortunately not too hard, but as he got back on his feet, brushed off the snow, and went back to see, what he had tripped over, he was hit from behind with something heavy and knocked unconscious.
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He should be thankful I was turning him into a bodysuit, otherwise I could just have taken his clothes and left him to freeze in the snow. A wig, a false beard and a bit of makeup should make a pretty convincing disguise, but this was on a whole other level, his skin was going to be my disguise, a perfect disguise.
In hindsight it was probably not the best place to assault this guy, changing down to my birthday suit in the middle of cold icy forest probably wasnât the best idea, but it was my best chance to get him to myself. But it was going to be worth it, to get a new âbirthday suitâ.
I pulled off the instructorâs, what appeared to be, brand-new ski suit, it looked really good on him, and it was going to look even better on me. Having stripped him off his ski-suit and all the other layers of clothes, I could finally take a close look at this fine body.
This guy was fit, had a strong body, a handsome face and a nice beard, and as a ski instructor at the Richter Resort, one of the most luxurious and exclusive ski resorts in Switzerland, this identity could be very profitable and worthwhile.
Full of determination I began to strip, my resoluteness and desire being the main things preventing me from turning into an icicle as I threw my clothes in the snow. Finally I could start squeezing my naked body into his, and it had to be quick. Fortunately I slid right on in, and settled quite easily and comfortably in the ski instructorâs skin, but it was a cold experience, I could feel goosebumps on my new exterior. I quickly put on his sweat-soaked ski-underwear, before delightfully slipping on his still slightly warm ski-suit. Zipping it up, emphasizing that this body, this identity, this life was now mine. I checked his belt bag, everything was there, keys, phone, wallet, ID and staff member-card. It was perfect, everything I needed to play Martin Ziegler.
I buried my old clothes in the snow, then stuffed the rest of my belongings in my bag, before making my way back to the resort. I could really use some warmth before âstarting my jobâ.
Several hours later I was back outside, it was time to meet the first of my 'clients'.
A well-off gentleman accompanied by two teenagers, one eager, one rather sulky, approached me.
âHello, Austin Devons, Executive Vice President, EIS Group, this is my son Damian and daughter Lucille...â
I shook his hand with a firm grip, smiled and said: âHello there, Martin Ziegler, ski instructor.â