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Blake
Blake
I’ve been watching Blake develop for sometime now. I’ve been going to this gym for over a year and his progress amazes me. I saw him go from a scrawny lean twink, to someone with some decent muscle mass.
I knew I wanted to harvest him. I was just waiting for the right opportunity.
I’ve decided that now is the time to harvest. His muscle tone is perfect, and his hair has grown to the perfect length. I think I’m gonna follow him into the locker room to give him his injection.
I caught him in the showers. he was already stripped down and in the perfect state for harvesting. I waited impatiently for the process to complete. I didn’t know how much privacy I could get in these locker rooms.
I put on his wet body. Which I can now call my own. I put on a white robe and go to the lounge to get familiarize with my new form.
I couldn’t be more satisfied with my new body. I think he’ll do quite well in my collection. I can only imagine the bodies he’ll help me gain access to.
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"Hmmmmm.....look at that,"
"These melted fat tissues really soaked me up, I literally looked like I just finished showering," he muttered to his own reflection with a hint of pride clearly shown in his face.
"This is what they call a heartbreaker," he chuckled, clearly satisfied with what he sees
After all, who wouldn't be elated to see their own reflection losing 200 pounds within 2 hours? And not stopping there, some of the melted fat instead turned into fuel that set up their very own muscle growth, in the case of Richard, or Rick now, his 380 pounds hairy obese of a body now rejuvenated into a wholly brand new physique as he now weighed only 185 pounds with muscles that he only could imagine before and body hair that complimented his overall rugged look
"Fucking stunning. Surely I am someone's type now, heck....I AM THE ONE DOING THE LOOKING NOW HAHAHAH! No more desperate plea to even be seen, lots of guys and girls will throw themselves to get fucked by me FUUUARKK!
"Fatso no more, that's for sure. And whoo......look at this girthy monster! Surely Fat Cock is a more suitable nickname for me now heheh," he murmured to himself, his left hand weighing the 7.5 incher semi-hard fuck stick coupled with the gynormous balls he only saw in the kind of pornos he jacked his dick off to in the past
"Now, what if I just put the leftover fat-melting capsules into the water system of the gym? Are they gonna blow the fuck up? Or maybe the retirement home where they placed my grannie? Huhuhuh, so many options, not so big of a thinker any longer.....ummmffff fuuuckkkk....is that pill also melted off my brain?" He said, slightly slurring as his eyes slowly rolled to the back and for once, he started to ponder whether this is a right decision after all. ....
A Warlock’s Duality - Epilogue
➡️ Read the Main Story first! ⬅️
The magical couple found themselves stumbling up the ornate staircase, kissing like lustful beasts as they made their way towards the master bedroom. Dane’s hands exploring Wavell’s body in an even more eager fashion than usual. Before this he’d already touched and groped every inch of his boyfriends frame but now with this new form he’s taken, everything is brand new! Even through the expensive fabric of Wavell’s new suit, Dane could feel the difference in the shape and size of the body that lied beneath and words couldn’t express how excited he was get even more familiar with it.
Soon enough they were tripping over themselves upon finally reaching the bedroom, hardly being able to keep their hands off each over. Wavell flicked his hand, commanding the door ahead of them open before they stumbled through it. Finally they’d reached the bed that Dane had grown quite accustomed to over his time dating Wavell so far. Just as Dane reached to start undoing the other man’s suit however, Wavell stopped him.
“Something wrong?” Dane asked.
Wavell glanced at him and then towards the bathroom suite across the room. “No. Nothing’s wrong. It’s just that I want to do this next part alone.”
“What do you mean? Are you gonna have sex with yourself?” Dane laughed, though the more he thought about it he wouldn’t be surprised if Wavell could find a way to do that.
The warlock smirked back at the assumption. “No, no that’s not what I meant. I just mean… getting a chance to see the new me. To see what these new forms of mine have to offer.” He admitted.
Dane lent forward, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. “You don’t have to explain. I get it. Take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting right here for you when you’re ready.” He plopped himself down onto the comfy bed before lying back and relaxing into the soft mattress a little.
After a quick thank you, Wavell excused himself so he could see what these new bodies of his were all about. It didn’t take long for him to close the bathroom door before stepping in front of the sink mirror. He’d never get over how jarring it is to see an unfamiliar face reflected back at you for the first time. Thankfully those faces were always incredibly handsome.
If Wavell was going to get a proper look at his who body however, an ordinary sink mirror wasn’t going to cut it. Some temporary reorganisation was in order. This time he didn’t flick his wrist or snap his fingers, simply allowing his eyes to glow a deep violet for a moment as his powers activated. Immediately the bathroom began rearranging itself accordingly. The sink moving itself across to the side while the bath shrunk slightly to make room until there was a large open space around the mirror. But not for long as said mirror swiftly began growing, lengthening down to the floor before widening a little until it was the perfect full body mirror.
“Ahhhh perfect… wow I hadn’t realised how nice this suit was.” Wavell complimented himself upon seeing stylish looking clothes properly at last, seeing how they did a great job at flattering his new body. He’d materialised them on auto-pilot after the merge but usually he went for something more business casual. It must’ve been Chris’ impeccable fashion sense shinning through.
He turned to look at himself in the suit from multiple angles, seeing how he’d manifested it to tailor made for his body. He could already tell he’d be wearing a lot more of these high end looking suits from now on. After all what better way to help display his status as an all powerful magician. God it was almost as gorgeous as he was! Speaking of… he couldn’t help but step just a bit closer to get a proper look at this dashing new face.
As much as Wavell adored his former face of Oliver, he had to admit that Chris’ face had a certain allure to it. To start he now had amazing jaw that wasn’t overkill but really gave him that masculine edge that people would respect. Not to mention the immaculately grown facial hair covering it that Wavell couldn’t help running a hand through. He just loved how it had the familiar salt and pepper look that his previous beard had with this one having rather dark sliver hair coating his cheeks and upper lip while the hair on his chin was significantly lighter. His styled hair did something very similar where where is was a light silver at the front and sides but faded to a dark colour as it went on. It just gave him this sense of uniqueness. That said one thing he knew would really garner some attention however was his eyes. When he wasn’t using his power they were this light blue the shimmered in light to give them a certain dazzle that was sure to take anyone’s breath away.
With that Wavell took a step back once again. “Welp I suppose there’s only one thing left to do…” he smirked to himself as he began to undo the buttons on his suit jacket before gently slipping it off. In an instant he materialised a small stool to place his carefully folded jacket onto before taking another second to admire himself. The crisp white dress shirt underneath seemed to fit just as perfectly as it framed his new pecs nicely with sleeves just tight enough to show off his sizeable biceps. That jacket certainly did a good job at deceiving others on just how impressive his upper body truly was. Speaking of impressive Wavell couldn’t help but turn and glance over his shoulder only to find himself swiftly getting hard at the sight of his brand new rounded bubble ass as it stretched the fabric of his suit pants. “Mmmm Dane is gonna love that.” He claimed before giving it a smack. “Him and I both.”
As great as he still looked in this suit, Wavell was getting more and more eager to see exactly what lied beneath. Starting with him kicking off his large, expensive looking dress shoes before unbuttoning his shirt and gently slipping it off. After placing it neatly atop of the of the jacket he finally had a chance to gaze upon his new upper body. Of course he’d already seen it prior to the merge but this was a whole different ball game. Now it was his! Bringing his arms up into a flex he couldn’t help but love how he adorned the shape of an old school super hero. A wide back that extended down into tight waist alongside powerful pecs that he enjoyed puffing out and bouncing a little. Not to mention the thick and even veiny muscle his arms displayed with every movement.
Before long the massive tent forming in his fitted suit pants became hard to ignore. “Well I suppose I’ve teased it long enough.” He grinned while rubbing his crotch a little. Wavell didn’t waste any time in undoing his belt a briskly stepping out of those nice pants and in doing so was surprised to find himself stood in tighty whitey style briefs rather than the boxer briefs he’d usually wear. After placing the pants with the rest of his clothes he turned back to give them another look. “Huh… you know these don’t look too bad actually.” He mumbled to himself, enjoying the way they not only framed his ass but accentuated his bulge as well. “You know I think I might stick to these.” He thought to himself though the moment he did he could tell the Kyle part of him would much prefer wearing boxer briefs. “…Well as long as I’m Chris anyway.” He added.
After all that Wavell’s cock just couldn’t take it anymore as it threatened tear through the very underwear he’d just been complimenting. A dark spot even beginning to form due to leaking precum. With a smile excitedly yanked them off before tossing them on top of the clothes pile, finally setting his thick python of a dick free and standing in nothing but long black dress socks. You see, though Kyle and Chris’ bodies had remained unchanged for the most part, Wavell couldn’t help but take some liberties when his came to his prized organ. Both bodies had received a significant upgrade in the downstairs department, placing them both in the monstrous category. As was fitting for someone like the one and only Mr Wavell.
Dane couldn’t help but perk his ears at the sound of groans coming from the bathroom as he laid on the bed in wait. “Sounds like he’s having fun…” he mumbled to himself as he imagined what he boyfriend was up to in there. Stripping off naked and groping every part of his new body in a lust filled whirlwind.
Of course Dane was right on the money with his assumption. Wavell had almost completely given into his desires as his hands roamed over every muscle in ecstasy. Not knowing whether to look down at his body or up at the mirror as he groped his chest and and pumped his cock. The moans only grew louder as he started to experiment further, starting with him simply grabbing at his bubble butt before his fingers began sliding towards his hole. He couldn’t help but allow a dumb grin to form across his face as he pushed a few fingers inside. “Mmmm yeah you’ve definitely experimented a little in your day haven’t you Chris.” Wavell moaned as he found his hole feeling naturally rather tight but not as tight as he’d expected.
He must’ve lost himself in this self pleasure for a good 10-15 minutes before finally snapping back to reality and remembering that his boyfriend was still waiting for him just outside. “Alright Chris, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s Kyle’s turn.” Wavell smirked devilishly as he closed his eyes and started the switch. The magic rippled through his body as it swiftly started to expand. It was as if someone had shoved an air pump up his ass and was aggressively blowing up all the muscle in his body. His already sizeable pecs growing thicker and juicer, his powerful biceps and triceps blowing up to colossal sizes. His impressive thighs and calves bulking up until his thighs pressed up against each over and his calves started to tear the dress socks a little. His back inching wider while his already pert ass jiggled even larger with pure muscle. Even his hands and feet grew bigger! Now he just looked like a meathead version of Chris, but not for long…
Swiftly Wavell’s body began to de-age, losing its refined maturity in favour of a younger and more jockish look and that couldn’t have been better reflected than by his face. The facial features shifting to becoming more like that of what most would consider a meathead to match his body. His hair fast loosing any signs of silver in favour of a new haircut and ginger-ish blonde hair. Any bodily features that resembled Chris in anyway disappearing and being replaced. And strangely enough that included his cock. The monster between his legs shortened ever so slightly from about 10 and a half inches down to 9 inches but to make up for it that lost length was converted straight to girth instead.
“Oohhhh FUCK yeahhhhh!” Wavell shouted, immediately hitting a double bicep pose with glee as the face he saw in the mirror was no longer Chris. He’d once again flipped over to Kyle. “Mmmm that’s it baby, absolute fucking unit!” He stated before switching to a side chest pose, all of it coming to him rather naturally.
In honesty Wavell could’ve transformed much quicker than he did but this time he really wanted to savour the transformation. To give himself a chance to really watch and absorb everything that was happening as he went from one body to the other. Honestly he couldn’t see himself ever getting tired of it.
From there Wavell swiftly went back to worshiping himself all over again as he got to feel the massive difference in size and shape between his two forms. Certainly not hesitating to give all his muscles a good flex, as was normal for Kyle and by extension Wavell whenever he was using this body. Stopping on multiple occasions to kiss his massive biceps in a cocky fashion or to bounce his giant pecs with even more control than when he was Chris.
Just like before the warlock went on a tour of his body. Starting by getting close to the mirror again and admiring his new face, comparing its young jock-like features to Chris’ mature ones. Both being masculine in their own right. Chris had the type of masculine look that said ‘I’m the kind of man that has lots of power, respect and influence’ while Kyle’s was a little closer to ‘I’m the kind of man that can get almost any piece of ass I want, whenever I want it.’ And of course both of those statements were true when it came to Wavell.
After taking a moment to enjoy all the subtle differences in his current face, returnees to inspecting his body as a whole. This included running a hand across his thick new abs, appreciating his boulder-like shoulders, hefting his meaty pecs with wonder and of course hardly being able to keep his hands off his fat dick. And he certainly wasn’t disappointed by this version of his ass either. It’d lost a bit of it’s perkiness in favour of turning into a total muscle ass that simply had so much to grab onto in all its thick glory. As Kyle there wasn’t a single part of Wavell that wasn’t thick and he absolutely fucking loved it!
About 10 minutes later Dane, now fully undressed, glanced up at the bathroom door across the room upon hearing the handle twist. He watched with a smirk as Wavell stepped back out with the hulking body of Kyle. He’d already been expecting it when he noticed tone of Wavell’s voice shift at one point as he was getting familiar with his body. He soon noticed the suit Wavell been wearing before now scrunched a ball of clothes under his arm. It seemed this version of him wasn’t nearly as worried about being neat. “So… what happened to Chris big guy?” He grinned.
Wavell discarded the suit, tossing it off to the side before marching towards the bed, loving how he was able to conduct his new weight. “Chris ain’t here right now…” Wavell slowly shifted himself onto the large bed, causing it to creak slightly. “So you have the pleasure of dealing with me.” He slowly crawling on top of his boyfriend, pinning him down with that wolfish smile that Dane could always recognise no matter what Wavell looked it.
It was quickly made clear to Dane that he gonna be bottoming tonight by the way Wavell proceeded to manhandle him. After getting pinned down and having Wavell’s lips pressed against his own, he could only allow himself to submit to the bulkier man. It wasn’t long before Wavell flipped Dane onto his stomach and started planting kisses along his back until he reached that delicious looking bubble ass. Wavell gripped it firmly before spreading Dane’s cheeks and diving his face between them.
Dane could certainly tell Wavell was different now, but not in a bad way. It seemed as though he was drawing slightly on the personalities of whichever body he was using as he’d quickly adopted Kyle’s more aggressive approach to sex. Even going as far as to wrap an arm around Dane’s neck to hold him in place as Wavell plunged himself deep inside the other man’s hole. Barely giving his boyfriend a second to think as he pounded him with all his might, the sheer girth of his cock forcing Dane’s hole to stretch further than it ever had before.
From there it was just a horny blur. Wavell taking full control with flipping Dane like a rag doll into all sorts of different positions. Switching between making Dane gag on his dick and having him moan uncontrollably at his prostate was being slammed into. Commanding him to bounce on the fat rod at multiple points as Wavell gripped his hips and guided him even faster. Even getting so into it at points that Dane even begged Wavell to choke him a little which was something the two had never done but both found themselves rather enjoying.
Eventually however all things must come to an end and in this case that was after Dane had been filled with three of Kyle’s thick loads. One down his throat and two filling his ass leaving the pair satisfied for the night. It was after this that Wavell showed his more caring side again as he offered to get them both cleaned up before snuggling up to Dane in bed. Hell he even asked Dane be the big spoon! Kyle Wavell might’ve had quite an aggressive sexual side but it was clear to the other man that in reality he was just a big softie.
Dane snuggled up close to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him and giving Wavell’s chest a cheeky squeeze. Even rubbing his bulge gently up against that huge muscle ass. He might not have gotten a chance to experience that big butt tonight but was certain he’d get his chance soon enough along with a chance to experience Chris as a whole. But with that he closed his eyes and started to drift off to the delightful daydream of all the fun that was to come with both of Wavell’s new bodies…
Five Alien Hosts: Adventures In Italy (Part 3) - Hunks and Lies
Victor and Alexander (Sylo's host) were strolling together, visiting tourist attractions in Italy. They were having a lot of fun together, Italy was a very romantic place and Victor had on his side a hot hunk as his companion and protector, he couldn't ask for anything else. While Victor and Alexander were laughing at one of his jokes. Alexander's phone started ringing.
"Just one sec." Alexander said, picking up his phone. "Hello?... Oh, Ciao Marco, yeah I'm doing good..."
Victor rolled his eyes, he loved Sylo's host, but Alexander was always too busy with work. His phone would never stop ringing, he would answer calls even while fucking Victor. Victor did enjoy being fucked rough by Alexander while he talked business in a foreign language, but sometimes Victor just wanted Alexander to himself.
As Alexander talked to this man named 'Marco', he looked at his watch.
"Right now?... Ok, I will be there... Sure, We can discuss that when we meet." Alexander turned off the call.
"Who is Marco?" Victor asked.
"Marco is Alexander's business partner. Alexander has a car export company here in Italy and Marco helps run the company while he's away. He wants to meet me at a nearby bar for a quick meeting."
"C'mon Sylo, I told you already, no work during vacation. This day should be about us having fun together," Victor said, hugging Alexander's huge arm.
"Don't worry, Master. It will be a quick meeting. He just wants to discuss some business deals. That's the sole reason why Alexander was on that plane to begin with; he was going to meet with Marco. It would be very suspicious for Alexander not to go."
Victor sighed, Sylo was right. "Fiiiiine."
"Don't be like that," Alexander said, gently holding Victor's chin and kissing him softly. "I will make it up to you later, I promise."
They both walked to the bar where Marco had said they would meet. Once there, Victor was amazed by how handsome Marco was. Marco was the epitome of an Italian hunk. He was wearing a white dress shirt that showed some of his chest. When he saw Alexander, he had the most perfect smile on his face.
"Ciao Alex! Quanto Tempo!" Marco said.
"Ciao Marco!"
They both hugged each other and started talking in Italian, while Victor was left awkwardly staring. Marco looked at Victor, a little confused as to who he was. Sylo noticed it.
"This is my nephew, Victor." Alexander said, placing a hand on Victor's shoulder.
"Nice to meet you, Victor," Marco said, extending his hand. Victor blushed and shook it, while shaking, he couldn't help but glance at Marco's open chest.
Marco then turned to Alexander "So, let's have a drink. We have so much to discuss." They took a seat at a table in the outdoor seating area. A waiter soon walked to their table.
"I will have a coffee," Marco said to the waiter.
"A martini for me and a hot chocolate for my friend over here," Alexander said. When the waiter walked away, Alexander teased Marco. "A coffee, serious? What happened to the old Marco I knew?"
"I don't drink anymore, man. I'm a dad now, did you forget my wife just had a baby?"
Alexander laughed. "And how's everything at the company?"
"Well, you know how it is in this industry, always something new popping up. But I have to say, I'm pretty excited about our latest partnership with that luxury car manufacturer from Germany."
"Ah, yes, I heard about that! That's a big move. How did you manage to pull that off?"
"It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that. Lots of negotiations, late-night calls, and convincing. But in the end, it all came down to our reputation and track record."
"Impressive, Marco. I gotta hand it to you; you've always had a knack for sealing those big deals."
As they continued talking about their business. Victor couldn't help but give Marco some glances. But it looks like Marco noticed it because he immediately started to button up his shirt in the middle of the conversation and gave Victor a stern look that made him want to crawl under the table.
Victor had spent so much time with only his alien friends and their brainless hosts that he didn't know how to behave around a non-host person. He was accustomed to staring at his friends' hosts whenever he wanted, so now it was difficult for Victor to control his urges.
"So, where are you two staying at?" Marco asked, breaking the ice.
"At the La Dolce Vita Resort." Victor responded.
"Wow, expensive place. But It's not like money is a problem for your uncle, right?" Marco joked.
Victor was confused for a few seconds, his uncle? But then he remembered he was talking about Alexander. Victor grinned, if Marco only knew he and Alexander weren't related at all, and that his business partner was now just a muscle husk being controlled by an alien bug. One hour later, Marco had to go, he said he had another important meeting to attend.
On the way back to the resort, Victor looked at Alexander, who was driving.
"Why didn't you tell me Marco was this hot?"
"You like him, huh? Do you want me to take him over, Master? I would gladly turn him into a host. The guy's an asshole and the old Alexander also hated the guy. They always had this dispute between them, about who slept with the hottest woman, who had the best car, who closed more deals..."
"It would be very hot... but no, that won't be necessary. Remember, we are on vacation. That means you are free from having to turn into a host every hot man I fancy over."
Later that day, Victor and Alexander returned to their room, and to Victor's surprise, Marco was lying on the bed, reading a newspaper, as if waiting for them. He smirked at Victor and started to slowly unbutton his shirt.
"Ciao Victor," Marco said, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor, Victor was momentarily lost in Marco's abs and pecs.
"M-Marco? What are you doing here?" Victor finally asked surprised. Marco then winked at him. Victor knew that wink well; it was Sylo's way of assuring his control over a host.
"I'm so confused right now." Victor looked at Alexander, who was standing on his side, then back at Marco. "Who are you inside of right now?"
"Alexander is on autopilot. Marco has been my host since this morning. After I fucked you this morning and you got busy with Andrei and Ahmed, I called Marco to meet Alexander at a private place to discuss some business, and when he showed up, I turned him into my host." Marco explained.
"Are you saying that Alexander has been on autopilot all this afternoon?" Victor looked at Alexander on his side, who was grinning at him.
"You got me, Master." Alexander said.
"Exactly, I set his brain so he would act as if he was being controlled by me. Did he make a good impersonation of me?" Marco chuckled.
Victor was shocked, he spent the day with Alexander on autopilot and he had no clue. It wasn't the first time Sylo had pulled a prank like this. He enjoyed tricking Victor into thinking he was inside one host when he was actually in another.
"This will never get old." Marco laughed, putting his hands behind his head and showing Victor his hairy armpits. Victor couldn't deny how hot it was to see Marco shirtless in front of him, Victor now had a visible hard-on.
"He's a nice host, that's for sure. We will have a lot of fun with him." Victor sat on the bed and started to sniff Marco's hairy armpits, he smelled nice, like some fancy cologne.
"I thought you would appreciate some real Italian meat. I know how much you wanted an Italian host, and we kinda spoiled your plans by taking over those non-Italian men on the plane. Marco was born and raised in Italy, he should fulfill your fantasies."
"That's very sweet, thank you Sylo." He took his face from Marco's armpits and smirked at him. "Can you like... pretend to be the real Marco?"
"The real Marco would never be shirtless in front of you, the real Marco would have beaten you to a pulp for having your slutty mouth latching on his armpits."
Victor rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean, a gay version of Marco. Remember when you took over that hot cop and we roleplayed that he would only let me go if he fucked and came inside me?"
Suddenly, Marco's eyes rolled back for a moment, and then he gave Victor a seductive glance. "You think I didn't see the way you looked at me? You were stripping me with your eyes. You're such a dirty pervert, Victor." Marco pulled his pants down and lay down fully naked on the bed.
"Fuck me, Victor. I need you inside me, I knew it since the moment I saw you staring at me." Marco begged, shaking his ass to Victor.
Victor's heart raced with anticipation. He surveyed the scene before him: the Italian hunk, Marco, lay naked on the bed, and... oh my! That magnificent Italian ass! Victor couldn't help but lick his lips. He crept closer, his gaze locked on to the tempting target. Finally, he reached out and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled the sheets away. The Italian's big, round ass was revealed in all its glory. Victor took his clothes off and leaned in closer, pressing his body against Marco's back, and began to nibble on his neck, feeling the warmth of his breath against his skin. He continued to nibble and suckle at Marco's neck, feeling the muscles in his ass tighten beneath him.
The Italian hunk let out a groan, Victor smiled wickedly. He knew exactly what he had to do. He positioned himself behind Marco, his hard cock nestled against the entrance of his ass. Slowly, methodically, he began to push forward. The head of his cock pressed against Marco's entrance, and Victor could feel him tense beneath him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. With a sudden surge of power, he thrust forward, feeling the hot, velvety flesh of Marco's ass engulf his cock.
Marco cried out, arching his back further as Victor's cock slid deeper into him. The sensation was exquisite, almost too much to bear. Victor began to fuck him hard, his hips pounding against Marco's ass in a rhythmic cadence.
The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the wet smack of their flesh as it moved in tandem. Victor reached around, grabbing a handful of Marco's hair, using it to pull his head back and expose his neck.
"That's it, Marco," Victor whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're mine now, cum for me you bitch!" And with that, they came together in a passionate, sweaty embrace. As the last tremors of pleasure faded away, Victor collapsed onto the bed next to Marco, their bodies still connected by their entwined limbs. He smiled contentedly, feeling the weight of his release draining away. For a moment, they were both still, catching their breath, before Victor chuckled softly.
"This was your first time bottoming," Victor asked to Sylo, looking over at Marco with a wicked grin. "Do I make a good top?"
"I crawled out of him at the moment you were getting inside him." Alexander said across the room, he was now naked too with his heavy thick shaft swinging.
"Oh for god's sake, can you stop switching bodies for today?"
"You're my Master, but that doesn't mean I will let you top me," Alexander said, roping on the bed, he then grabbed Marco by his waist and shoved his entire shaft in one single thrust. Marco screamed, but Alexander gave his ass a hard slap and Marco went quiet.
Marco's phone started ringing, it was his wife. Alexander grabbed the phone and pulled Marco's hair. "Answer it!" Alexander growled in his ear while still fucking him.
"O-oh hey babe, uurrgghh... I'm in the middle of a meeting right now.... how is my baby angel?"
They changed positions, Alexander now had Marco on top of him, riding him while he still was talking on the phone. "I will stay at Alex's place for a few days... I know, babe, I'm sorry... I love you too." When the call ended, Marco finally let out all the moans he was holding during the call.
Victor was tired so he just watched Alexander fuck Marco non-stop for almost an hour. Finally, when Marco was about to cum, Alexander held Marco with his strong arms, so that Marco's cock was at his face level, and wrapped his mouth around Marco's shaft, just in time for Marco to start shooting.
After feeding, Alexander commanded Marco to freeze. He then lay down beside Victor, who was staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.
"Is there something wrong, Master?" He asked, gently caressing Victor's hair. "I thought you would enjoy watching Alexander destroying Marco's ass."
"It's not it... tell me Sylo, do you think the five of you are the only ones? Don't you think maybe there could be more?"
"I can't say for sure because I couldn't know. But theoretically, it could have been more eggs in that Comet... why the random question?"
"I think we are not alone. I believe there could be others here at the resort."
"But that would be a huge coincidence for us to meet others while on vacation, Earth is a very big planet... unless" He gave Victor a stern look. "Are you hiding something from us, Master?"
"I haven't been completely honest with you all." Victor sat on the bed and sighed. "The real reason of this vacation is that I think more bugs could be here."
"What are you talking about? How would you know?"
"Remember the first man you took over? The Captain of that military operation?"
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(1 month ago - USA)
"We're here, Master." Trent said. Trent was a popular gym coach who worked at a gym near Victor's house, after the bugs took over the bodies of the five military men, Victor, drunk with power, suggested the bugs to go to the gym next, once there, the five bugs converted all the hot muscular men working out that day into hosts, and Trent was one of Victor's favorites.
"Thank you for driving me here, Trent," Victor said, burying his face between Trent's big muscular pecs as he flexed them for Victor's amusement.
"Anything for you, Master," Trent said, gently burying Victor's face even more between his meaty pecs.
Without a bug inside his brain, Trent was put into autopilot mode, he was now just a mindless shell programmed to act like the old Trent, and of course, with Victor's suggestion, the bugs also programmed him and every other man on autopilot, to be Victor's slave.
As Victor was about to step out of the car, he had an Idea, he turned to Trent and smirked "While you wait for me, I want you to jerk off non-stop, I want you all sweaty when I'm back."
"Yes, Master," Trent responded, immediately pulling down his shorts, grabbing his 8 Inches cock and jerking off. Victor walked out of the car and went towards the military base.
After the gym takeover, the bugs explained to Victor that they could put the hosts on autopilot, Victor then went on a horny spree, helping turning every hot man he knew into a host and eventually into his slave. His hot neighbors, the construction crew that was working on a building near his house, random men he would see at the park — All fucked Victor at some point.
The military base in his city soon became Victor's next target in his quest for control. Accompanied by his five alien-controlled soldiers, Victor entered the base as if he already owned the place. The bugs crawled out from their hosts and began the takeover, turning one soldier after another into a slave for Victor. Now, these soldiers were no longer serving their country, but rather Victor himself.
Victor spotted the Captain waiting for him at the back doors of the base, Victor had learned that his name was Captain Torres.
"Hello Captain," Victor said, admiring the tall muscular man.
"Hi Master, where is your alien friends that turned me into a mindless shell?"
"I came alone this time," Victor walked closer to the Captain and felt his huge muscular arms.
"That's why you called me to meet you here? You missed these muscles, didn't you?" Captain Torres flexed his huge biceps in a cocky manner.
"Yes, I did miss these muscles," Victor smiled and pulled the Captain's head for a rough kiss. After a few seconds, Victor broke the kiss, leaving the Captain breathless. "But that's not the real reason I came here. I want you to search for something for me."
"Sure, Master, anything for you."
"I want to know the exact location of the meteorite that fell in Italy."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Master. That is confidential information and you're not an official. If I gave any private information about military business to a civilian, I would be breaking the law."
Victor chuckled. "It's honestly amazing how real you sound, anyone else would think you really mean that, in truth you're just a mindless muscle drone trying to act like the old Captain Torres would."
"But I am the real Captain Torres, Master"
"Put your hands behind your back and stand in attention." Victor commanded.
"Yes, Master." Captain Torres did what he was told, now standing with his hands behind his back, totally vulnerable to Victor. Victor grabbed the Captain's bulge and squeezed it.
Victor initially felt scared and intimidated by the much taller and more muscular hosts, he was afraid that those men would suddenly come back to themselves and kill Victor for taking advantage of their bodies. However, as he witnessed more and more big guys being converted into hosts, he started to become more confident. Captain Torres no longer intimidated him, now the only thing his presence did for Victor was to make his cock grow hard.
"You're not a real person anymore, 'Captain'. You're a pile of muscles programmed to act like the previous owner of these muscles. You know who these muscles belong to now?"
"Y-you, Master," The Captain responded, sweat forming on his forehead.
"That's right, I own your entire body. Now lead me to the command room, right now!" Victor then let go of the Captain's crotch.
"I don't know how to search for it, It's not my area. I will need to find Sergeant Jordan, he's an IT technician, he will know how to search for the location."
"Ok, what are you waiting for? Let's find him."
The captain guided Victor into the gymnasium, a cavernous space echoing with the sounds of exertion. Soldiers, engrossed in their workouts, turned to acknowledge Victor's presence. A few nodded, some offered smiles, and others, with a mix of pride and camaraderie, flexed their muscles in silent greeting. Victor savored the attention, reveling in his role as the master of these men. Amidst the rhythmic clanking of weights, Sergeant Jordan's formidable figure stood out. Noticing Victor, he set his weights aside and strode purposefully towards him.
"Hey Master, It's been a while. Are you back to make us fuck each other again? You should make Captain Torres bottom this time."
Victor walked towards Jordan and squeezed his meaty pecs. "As much as I would like to, I don't have time for it, the bugs don't even know I'm here."
"If you're not here to watch us fuck, then why are you here, Master?"
At the command room, the Captain sat on a nearby chair and looked at Sergeant Jordan. "Master wants you to find the location of the meteorite that fell in Italy."
"That is going to be impossible, the meteorite that fell in Italy was never found." Sargeant Jordan explained.
"That's because they searched for it in the wrong way, the meteorites work as a spaceship for the aliens, they pilot that egg by using telekinesis. The military was looking for a meteorite when they actually should be searching for a UFO. You meatheads only found the egg in my house because my noisy neighbor reported it."
"That makes sense, but It's going to take me some time; I will need to request access for the Air Force." Sergeant Jordan sat and started to type.
"Be quick, the bugs can't know that I'm here." Victor kneeled under the table between Jordan's legs and started to open his fly, freeing his thick 9-inch snake and started to suck.
"Yes, Master, I will do my best." Jordan moaned as Victor's tongue started to lap his shaft. Victor had forgotten how big Jordan was. On the day of the military base takeover, Sylo was the one who took over Jordan, that day he fucked Victor rough with this big tool while an orgy happenned in the background.
After sucking Jordan for a while, Victor stood up and kneeled between the Captain's legs and opened his fly, freeing his big thick 11 Inches.
"So you're... uuurrgghhh... hiding from the bugs huh?" The Captain asked. Victor took the shaft from his mouth and slapped it on his own face. "I'm not hiding from them, they just don't have to know everything I do." Victor slightly squeezed the Captain's balls. "You're not gonna tell them, are you?"
"I won't. I only answer to you, Master," the Captain said, grabbing Victor by the neck and pulling him into a long, wet kiss. Victor melted in the Captain's strong muscular arms.
"Wait, that's weird..." Sergeant Jordan muttered as he stared at the screen.
"What's wrong?" The Captain asked.
"On the day of Comet Clyde's passage, an Italian satellite detected an unidentified flying object at a resort called 'La Dolce Vita Resort'."
"Very well done Jordan," Victor said, walking to Jordan and kissing him, Jordan's softening cock now started to grow again.
"Shells can't cum without being authorized, so as a reward, I will let you cum by fucking Captain Torres." Victor glanced at the Captain, who did not look amused. "Captain, take your pants off and get on all fours, Jordan here is going to stuff your ass."
"Thank you, Master!" Sergeant Jordan grinned.
Victor took a photo of the resort address on the computer screen, while Captain Torres was already on all fours with his big muscular ass sticking up. Sergeant Jordan kneeled behind him and started unbuckling his belt. Victor gave them one last look, he wished he could stay and watch them, but he didn't have time. As Victor walked down the corridor, he could still hear the clapping noises and Captain Torre's loud moans.
Back to Trent's car, Trent was a moaning mess, his black tank top was drenched in cum and his muscles were glistening with sweat. He looked at Victor with his tongue out as he continued pumping his big meat for Victor.
Victor paid him no attention, instead reaching for his phone. He scrolled through his extensive list of contacts — he had added so many numbers in the past few months — until he found the name he sought: Mr. Thompson, his hot Daddy neighbor, the man Sylo was currently in. A deep, raspy voice answered on the other end. "Where have you been, Master? We were starting to get worried."
"I'm fine, I was just having a fun time with Trent."
"Come back, we are about to feed, and we know how much you love watching us feed. Bring Trent with you, the more the merrier."
"Oh, I don't know if he will be of much help," Victor said as he looked at Trent shooting another load. "And there it goes his last load."
"Bring him with you anyway, It's been a while since I fucked you in this shell."
"Alright, I will be there soon, Daddy..." Victor chuckled, "You guys have been so good to me. You know, Sylo, I was just thinking... what do you think of a vacation?"
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"You did what?" Alexander's voice thundered through the room, anger etched across his face. "I can't believe you went ahead with that without even asking us first!"
"It was just a theory back then. Besides, we don't even know for certain if there are any other bugs here. I could still be wrong."
"I don't care, you put us all into danger! You should have told us!"
"Should I? I'm your Master, and you should obey me! That was the deal, remember?" Victor shouted. But as soon as the words left his mouth, regret followed. He didn't want to be an authoritarian Master; that wasn't the kind of leader he aspired to be. He wanted the bugs to be more than obedient pets; he wanted them to be his friends. Victor sighed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."
Alexander gazed at Victor with a disappointed expression. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back and Sylo swiftly crawled out of his mouth, disappearing under the door gap.
"No please come back, Sylo! I'm so-rry..."
Victor sat on the edge of the bed with his head down. Marco and Alexander — Now both empty shells, sat on his side and comforted their Master.