Zip It
You won’t believe how much better my life is now that Chuck’s finally taken control of my step-son, Brody.  The kid had been going off the rails big time and it was only my ability to pull a few strings with the sheriff’s department that got him out of a possible shoplifting rap the other week.  That had been the last straw and the shove I needed to cave in to my fuck-buddy Chuck’s suggestion of him stepping into Brody’s shoes.
I’d been resistant at first but he’d kept wearing me down and when I’d got back from the police station with Brody I simply nodded at him when he shot me a questioning look.
Before I could change my mind, Chuck slapped one of his magic zippers onto Brody’s back and with a sigh of air, he crumpled into a fleshy heap among his clothes.
I’d seen Chuck use the zippers before but only on people we didn’t know so to see him hefting his beefy frame into my Brody’s smaller, twunky body and slipping on his clothes was something else.  As usual, wearing a new bodysuit got Chuck a bit worked up and we spent a pleasurable afternoon exploring what Brody’s body was capable of in the hands of an experienced mind.
It’s been a few weeks since that day and everyone’s commented on how ‘Brody’s’ so much better behaved lately.  He’s still got that bad-boy haircut and even a new neck tattoo but in all other respects, he’s a first class step-son whether it’s helping out around the house, working as my preppy new assistant at the office or helping me to ‘relax’ by the pool.
