Goodness, Can't Believe How Skinny I Actually Was Until I Saw My Old Body Running In Blind Panic Down

Goodness, can't believe how skinny I actually was until I saw my old body running in blind panic down the road as I looked after him... Being in this new body feels good. Feeling stronger and more confident by the minute... And I still got the looking glass... I'll need this for some further... experiments.

A flash of light from the bushes gets your attention. You bend down to investigate and find a small mirror half-buried in the grass. You pick it up and turn it around in your hand. Curiously enough, the mirror seems to be made of two-way glass, with one side showing your reflection, and the other allowing you to see straight through it.

You hold the mirror up to your eye like a magnifying glass and look around. A man accidentally walks into the frame of your strange your little mirror and you feel an intense pulling sensation. A moment later you realized you’ve somehow jumped yards away from the bushes, but looking down you realize you’re somehow in that stranger’s body.

Whose body have you ended up inside of?

Seat taken.

It had been a rough day at work, it's been long since I remember being so physically exhausted from work, my feet were aching, but if I had hoped that I could have a sit in the bus on my way home, I was disappointed.

All the seats were taken, usually I'd always get a spot, but today it was particularly crowded, and the bus hadn't even driven through the most busy part of the city yet. So I had to stand along with many others, dreading how crowded this bus was going to be by the time it came to the central station.

I stood in the back aisle with at least five other people. I looked about, hoping to see someone getting ready to get up, but again I was disappointed. And I probably wasn’t the person, who would need a seat the most, but today I certainly felt like it.

On one of the seats next to the aisle sat a young man, I tried not to stare too much at him, which was difficult as he was very handsome. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, tight jeans, slick hair. You could tell he had a good, strong body under those clothes. And while it was going to be a slightly uncomfortable ride, I at least had something pretty to look at… As long as I didn’t look like, I was looking. But right now, I’d much rather have his seat, than having him on the bus.

The bus began to slow down.

"Then why don't you take it?!" The voice came out of nowhere, and I flinched. I looked around, but nobody near seemed to have noticed anything, nor could I see who could have said that, they'd have to have been right next to my ear. But everywhere I looked, people’s gazes were turned away.

I then began to notice something strange, the bus had been standing still for an unusually long period of time, I turned and tried looking out the front window through the crowd in front of me. We were on the road, not at a bus stop as I had assumed, but the cars in front were not moving either... but it wasn't a traffic jam. Then I also noticed how quiet the bus had gotten, seemingly nothing moved in here as well.

A woman in her sixties sitting on the opposite side were watching a video on her phone, I looked a bit closer on her screen, the video was clearly meant to be playing, but it wasn't, and the woman didn't seem to notice. Then I also noticed, that she wasn't blinking at all.

Time had frozen around me, and all of a sudden I began to feel trapped. The last thing I did was to press 'Stop' on every single stop button within my reach. Not a single one responded. Then I began to wonder about what that voice had said... Why don't I take the seat?

At first I was a bit cautious, I gently brushed my hand across the man's shoulder, feeling the smooth leather covering it. If time had started flowing right now, I might have been able to make an excuse, but nothing happened.

I then brushed a hand on his thigh, again no reaction whatsoever. He was just staring at nothing. Then I decided to try, what the voice had told me. Carefully I grabbed his shoulder and thigh, or rather just his jacket and jeans and attempted to lift him.

It was surprisingly easy, it was like he weighed next to nothing, I lifted him from the seat, just by pinching his clothes. I'm pretty sure, that would normally be impossible to do, it was like, he was a giant rag doll. Before lifting him all the way out of his seat, I let go, and he slumped back again, as if nothing had happened.

Then an idea came to me... If time began to flow now, I don't think, I would be able to make any valid excuse. I carefully placed my bag on the floor and stuffed my phone, travel card and keys into it. I kept my eyes on him to see, if he, or anything else for that matter, began to move... But still nothing interesting happened.

I wasn't sure this would work, but I was genuinely curious of, what was going on in this bus. I mean, I could just have taken his seat and then everything would resume to normal... I assumed. But maybe, just maybe, I could take this a step further.

I sat on the young man's lap, expecting him to wake up immediately from his trance and put me in the most embarrassing moment of my life. But he didn't seem to notice me at all, even though he was looking straight at me.

I started to grind myself down on his lap, and now I could feel myself getting aroused, when I noticed I was sinking. Our legs had partially melted together... It was working!

Aligning my feet with his, I began to sink further into his legs and soon I could only see one pair of feet, they weren't mine, but they moved, as if they were. I could now even feel my butt on the bus seat.

I leant back against his chest, I unzipped his jacket, so I could ease my way in much more comfortably. I pressed my own torso against his, twisting and turning as I sank deeper into his body. I aligned my arms with his, and I could feel the muscles tightening, as I slowly gained control of them.

From the neck and down I had completely merged with this guy, I could feel his strength, his endurance, his heartbeat, all these aspects and more that now belonged to me. And just to make sure... I stretched my new impressive arms over my head, they responded, just like they were mine... but then again, they were now.

I zipped the jacket again, my jacket, it felt so indescribably good to have this body. In the motionless bus, I could hear every tiny creak the leather made with every little move I made. I could see my chest rise and fall with my every breath. Never had I imagine to have pecs like that.

Now it was time to complete this. I lifted my big muscly arms, which were now completely under my control. One hand I placed on my forehead, the other on the back of his head. Then I just pressed. I could feel his nose poking me, but soon that feeling disappeared, as my head sunk back into his, his skin, flesh and bones opening up for me, so I could complete, what I had started.

It was dark for a moment. Then I felt the skin of his forehead creeping under my fingertips. Then I opened my eyes. I had done it. The body was mine... I can't describe how good I felt... Elation, ecstasy, euphoria.

With great satisfaction I leant back into my seat, as the bus began to move again, and the noise around me began to re-emerge. I pulled my new phone out of my new jeans' pocket and looked at the display. No time had passed at all... How curious...

The phone scanned my face and unlocked, mistaken me for its actual owner. Then again it's just a piece of technology, easily fooled. The question is, would I be able to fool all those around me? Could I become him in more than just appearance? Only time would tell.

Nobody apparently noticed that a passenger on the bus had just disappeared, but I couldn't really be bothered to care. I picked up my old bag from the floor and placed it on my lap. But only for a few minutes. The 'Stop' signs were now flashing red on the displays throughout the bus. I guess, that was my work, but the timing was perfect.

I did have a feeling, I was meant to get off at the next stop. Maybe that means, that I'm starting to think like this guy. The bus began to decelerate and I got up from my seat leaving it vacant for someone else. I felt fully rested and relaxed. I eased my way past the other passengers, not as easy with my new broader shoulders.

The air outside was cool and refreshing. I popped the collar on my jacket and pulled my bag over my shoulders, and watched the bus disappear into the traffic. I smiled to myself, this was a feeling of satisfaction, I never thought possible. What a nice ride.

Third ride

”You’ve gotta be ready in 10, champ.” said the manager before disappearing, I  nodded silently.

It was my third ride on a motorcycle, if you can believe it, but I’m already racing in real competitions… Well… Alex is racing in real competitions…

I have only worn Alex for three days, I turned him into a bodysuit you see. I could barely believe that it worked, but I have worn him ever since.

He was a race champion, not one of the big ones, but still very talented, and I wanted to be him so bad. So with a little help from the infamous and mythical bodysuit formula, I have been inside Alex’ skin for three whole days now. And I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.

Being Alex is so amazing, being big, strong and handsome like him and I can even do anything he can. Even winning races despite knowing nothing about motorcycles, except that they are cool… And I love those sweet tight leather suits that comes with it.

Well I’ve got to go change into Alex’ official race-suit. I got some points to score and trophies to win, so catch you later.

The Champion’s Orb

Part of @max-the-many's prompt story challenge: 'Body a day'

Body a day - #2: Orb

I call it the Champion’s Orb, since I don’t know where it comes from nor what it’s actually supposed to do, but it is the one, that has kept me on top of the game for almost 70 years. My most prized possession. Motorsport is my life, but at some point age begins to catch up with you. Then the team introduces some new racing prodigy to take your place, and that’s when I use the Orb. It lets me take over their body, and I become as new. I carry with me all my experience and skill to the ‘next generation’, and I gain all their strength, vitality, reflexes and potential, only honing and improving my skills with every swap. The team is oblivious, but they have no reason to complain, after all they get their champion.

That’s what you have to do to stay on top

Never bullied again

Body a day - #5: Revenge

Revenge… Feels good, Daniel thought to himself, zipping up the jacket that belonged to his bully Kurtis. There wasn’t much left of Kurtis once Daniel had helped himself to all his attributes. His big chest, his broad shoulders, his toned arms, his firm abs, his strong legs, his clear skin, his lush hair, his perfect vision, his stunning smile, his intoxicating confidence… The list goes on, Daniel had taken it all, except for the look of innocence, that was Daniel's own from the start.

He was never going to get bullied again – ever.

Night ride

Body a day - #9: School

It was a quarter past eight on a dull Thursday evening, when driving instructor Sam drove into the parking lot at the driving school. His student, Thomas, was waiting for him, as tonight was his night driving lesson.

“Good evening,” Sam said faking enthusiasm, “are you ready for a night ride?” “Yeah,” Thomas answered indifferently, he was a pretty guy, but his personality was shitty to put it bluntly, Sam had however had worse students.

After having gone through all the various light functions on the car, Thomas got behind the wheels, while Sam sat next to him. It was a nice night for a drive…

They drove out of the city, they needed to drive pretty far to find a place dark enough for the lesson. However after exactly thirteen minutes of driving, Sam asked Thomas to pull over. Thomas asked why. “I think I need to fill up the windscreen washer fluid before we continue, I thought it could wait, but I think, I should do it, before we drive any further,” said Sam and loosened his seatbelt as the car stopped, “Do you remember how much you need to put in?” “Between minimum and maximum?” Sam answered unsure. “Exactly,” replied Sam, who began to lean towards the backseats. This was all a distraction, whilst pretending to grab something from the backseat, Sam jabbed a needle into Thomas’s thigh. Thomas yelped as soon as he felt the poke; “Ouch! Was that you, who poked me?” he snarled at Sam. “Sorry,” said Sam feigning innocence, “it was my keys.”

From the floor on the backseat, Sam retrieved some tissue paper, again just another distraction. “Pull the lever at your left knee,” Sam said as he went out the car and went to get the windscreen washer fluid. Retrieving the container of blue liquid, he went to the front of the car and opened the hood, he carefully filled the reservoir. Then he closed the hood, put the container as well as the driving school’s ‘student driver’-sign from the roof, back in the trunk, and shut it.

Sam then went to check on Thomas, he was unconscious, just as planned. It would still be some time before the bodysuit serum had done its trick. He unbuckled Thomas’s seatbelt and pushed him over on the passenger seat. He could however not resist the temptation to put on Thomas’s shiny Moncler jacket. It was still warm and smelled great. Sam couldn’t wait to pull on the rest of Thomas’s clothes, as well as his body.

Sam started the engine and drove away. The rapidly deflating young man on the passenger seat was however becoming a distraction, and as a good driving instructor, Sam couldn’t have that, so he pulled over on the side of the road and chucked what remained of Thomas onto the backseat.

He headed towards a remote location, by the time he reached it, Thomas had to be ready.

Besides the stars and moon, there was little light at Sam’s destination, but at least it was a place he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed. Having put the backseats down, the car was roomy enough for what he had to do next. After having undressed the twisted remains of Thomas, Sam ran a scalpel down the young man’s spine, making an opening for him to enter. He undressed, then began to pull on Thomas like a wetsuit, first the feet, the legs and the ‘nether regions’. Thomas had a nice butt, Sam had to admit.

He pulled up the torso and slid his skinny arms into Thomas’s big ones, the guy worked out, that was for sure. Finally Sam forced his head up through the neck and into Thomas’s head. He pushed the young man’s facial features into place. He then had to apply an ointment to his back, though it was actually more of a sealant, after that he jabbed himself with another needle, which was basically a binding agent.

Satisfied he began to dress in Thomas’s discarded clothes, every single item down to his wristwatch and of course the puffer jacket. He smiled to himself in the rear-view mirror. A handsome young face.

He then took out Thomas’s papers from the driving school, checking his home address, he then flicked to the last page of the lesson plan and added: Night driving lesson: Passed.