Tina is a fit personal trainer who suddenly finds herself losing time as someone takes over her body for long stretches of time and uses it for their own pleasure in Hardbody (Special Edition), available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.
Tina is a personal trainer, her Black body lean and meticulously sculpted from hours at the gym. She loves working with her clients and helping them achieve their dream bodies.
Except for Gary. He’s a hopeless lech. Fat and lazy. Tina only puts up with him because he pays extra and she desperately needs the money, though he never seems to make any progress.
And then Tina finds herself losing time. Just minutes here and there at first. She’ll blink and suddenly time has passed and she’s done things. Dirty things. Sexy things. Things she, herself, would never do in a million years. It’s only when she discovers bodypossession.com that everything clicks.
Gary has been possessing her body. And he plans to take it forever.
Can Tina stop him? Or will she be subsumed by him?
This special addition is a previously published story with an entire alternate ending chapter featuring a FtM scene.
It was a little sadistic but then sadism was more or less baked into job description. No one, Tina justified, wanted a personal trainer without a mean streak. Which is why she called out, “Ok, one more set, guys.”
Those students who had the energy groaned. The rest of the class just grimaced and got to it.
The class was full, maxed out like every class on her schedule. Which, if she was honest, was a source of both pride and discomfort. Pride because, although she was one of the newest and most junior trainers at the gym, she was building a rep for serious results. Plus a growing waitlist of clients.
The discomfort was because she was just a little afraid that her popularity was due, in part… to Mike’s advice. She’d been at the gym for a month—doing well but hardly the standout—when her boss, Mike, had called her into his office. She’d known it was going to be an awkward conversation before he’d even shut the door. His grim expression said it all.
Moving behind his desk and taking a seat, he said, “So. Tina. How are you settling in?”
She tried not to sound defensive. “I’m good. Really getting a feel for the circuit classes. Building a client roster.” Taking the bull by the horns she made a play for a few more classes. “In fact, I was wondering if maybe—”
“Look, I’m gonna cut to the chase. The sweats and t-shirts”—he waved a hand at her current outfit—“not really doing you a marketing favor.”
Genuinely confused, all she managed in reply was: “What?”
“Look, I’m gonna be honest. You’re a trainer. You’re selling perfect bodies to the masses. And your best sales material is buried under a whole lotta fabric.”
“You don’t like my workout gear?” she asked, still confused.
“Not about liking or not liking.” He shook his head. “It’s about marketing. That bod of yours is a work of perfection and it kinda feels like you’re hiding your light under a bushel.”
Tina sat stunned into silence. It wasn’t every day someone tried to use the Sermon on the Mount as justification for showing more skin.
Mike put up his hand defensively. “You can tell me to go to hell… but I’ve been in this business for a long time and I know clients. They wanna see want they’re getting. They wanna believe that if they just book enough solo sessions they’ll get what they’re chasing.” He raised a brow. “And they want something concrete to chase.”
“I’ll… think about it,” she murmured.
“All I’m asking,” he said carefully. And, with that, Mike had turned to his computer and dismissed her.
She’d waited until she was outside of the office to fume. Who the fuck did he think he was? She worked hard, had a good rapport with her clients and had completely respectable numbers in her classes.
But she also had a bunch of student loans and rent that was a lot higher than she’d like…
So—reluctantly and with gritted teeth—she’d decided to give Mike’s marketing strategy a chance. She’d swapped the t-shirts for tanks and the sweats for shorts. And her client roster grew.
In response, she upped the ante – progressed from tanks to crop tops, and from running shorts to the tightest, smallest bits of lycra around.
And it worked. Everyone stared. More importantly – everyone booked her.
She had kinda wanted to kick Mike in the teeth but she also had to respect his business acumen. Because, though typically not one to brag about it, Tina knew her body was something special. Long lines of perfectly toned muscle; a tiny cinched waist that swelled to curved hips; a rock hard, flat belly – silken ebony skin over taut muscle; and boobs that defied logic, reason and hours of cardio and remained full and perfectly luscious.
She’d worked hard for the body—honed it, melded it, fine-tuned it. Showing it off, she justified, was nothing to be ashamed of. She was, literally, in the business of bodies and hers was a testament to what hard work (and generous genetics) could achieve.
So she wasn’t exactly ashamed of her new popularity—she’d earned it with every crunch and every mile on the treadmill—but she did rather wish her talents as a trainer were as recognized as her abs. Which is why she gave her all to every session – planning, practicing, constantly tinkering to get the best results for her clients.
Today’s group session was no exception. She knew this group inside and out. Knew every strength, every ability, every area where they could improve. Knew every moment in which technique got sloppy or the girls in the back tried to take it easy.
She gave them a grin: not on her watch. It was time to hit ‘em with curls… and then, inexplicably, time seemed to hiccup momentarily. Her mind wandered.
He stares out through her eyes, sees her reflection when he looks in the mirror on the opposite wall, beneath the sweating class that’s staring up at him. He pauses a moment, his gaze taking in his new body, the light sheen of sweat on Tina’s delicate brow, the ripe breasts held tight by the tight pink sports bra, so gorgeous against his ebony skin even as it hides her enticing body. Her full lips and adorable new face move under his control. He wants nothing more than to throw off his clothes and show Tina off to the world, but that would make her popular in exactly the wrong way. Besides, he now finds that his excitement at landing in her body is tempered by the eyes of the exercise class on him, waiting to follow his lead. He’s entered her body at exactly the wrong time to explore himself.
“Uh…” he says, her voice dropping from his lips, “Let’s do some squats.”
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