Art by:  imagesofmelon
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With my legs securely within Sawyer’s, I stood up. The legs are always the most awkward part of wearing someone so different from you. Just the species was enough to throw off my balance, but he is so much bigger than me as well.
Next were the arms; once they were in place I wouldn’t have to worry about his longer, thicker torso. As mine pushed through, his regained the muscle they once had before I caught him. My fingers pushed through his, even passing through the rings he wears. (Which was a pleasant surprise as I probably should have stripped him first.) I clenched my new meaty hands a few times enjoying the grip they could give.
As I said, his torso slid right into place. As my entrance though his back sealed, my perspective rose. Soon I was standing at his full height. I was Sawyer save for this head resting on my new pecs.
When I picked up his head, he was looking back at me, smiling. I hope he enjoys me being him as much as me putting him on. Taking that as a sign of approval, I slid his head over my own.