Stranded Pt. 2

Stranded Pt. 2

If you haven’t read part one, check it out here! Just a heads up, this part ended up being really long.

Back at the crash landing site, the stowaway insectoid named Coal had come out of hiding once it was sure there was no other living creature within close proximity. It made its way through the desert to the nearby road. The little alien perched itself next to the road, waiting for a potential host to drive by. Coal waited for hours on end. Although several people had driven down that highway, none of them suited the insectoid’s needs.

Soon the morning sun cracked the night sky, and Coal was still waiting on standby for a suitable host. Then, the loud sound of a revving motorcycle began to disturb the quiet desert as it came within earshot. A young biker punk was barreling down the highway. The noise quickly caught the insectoid’s attention, and the motorcycle kept its attention. The biker was exactly the kind of host Coal was waiting for, and although it couldn’t perform an in-depth analysis, it was ready to pounce on its prey.

The biker was coming down fast. Coal had to quickly curl up its legs before it missed its chance. Coal didn’t have enough time to properly calculate the jump, so it had to take a leap of faith and leave it up to luck. Once the biker was coming in close, Coal used the built up tension from its legs to spring itself right at the biker. It was a risky move, but it paid off. Coal landed right on the biker’s helmet.

“AHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!?!” the biker yelled. The sudden sight of an oversized bug on his helmet caused him to panic. He tried swatting at Coal, but Coal screeched when he tried. Terror filled the biker, and he swerved right off the road into the desert as he desperately tried taking off his helmet. He flew off his bike and he took a harsh tumble as he landed, but the biker managed to take off the helmet and throw it. The bike had taken some damage too, but luckily it didn’t explode or anything like that. 

The biker was panting for breath as he stared down his helmet. The helmet landed right side up, but the insectoid was nowhere in sight. It seemed safe enough, but it still took the biker a while to calm down. After several minutes of nothing happening, the biker got up and inspected his helmet with a stick. He flipped it over several times, but still no sight of the bug that jumped on him. He picked up the helmet, and looked around for the bug.

“What the fuck was that thing…” the biker asked out loud. He swallowed his spit. Whatever it was, he never wanted to see it ever again.

He was about to put his helmet back on, but a weight on his shoulder had shifted. He paused, and turned his head in terror towards his shoulder. The last thing he saw was the insectoid sitting on his shoulder with its two front legs curled up. Its curled up legs then shot straight into his nose faster than his vision could process. The biker shrieked out in pain as Coal slithered up his nose in one fluid motion. He thrashed around in the dirt as Coal made its way to his brain, only relaxing once Coal sat on top of his brain and took control.

A creepy smile spread across the biker’s face as Coal adjusted itself to its new host. Coal then forced the biker to jump back onto his feet with a flip. Coal only had the biker under its control for less than a minute, but it had already figured out complex body movements. 

Coal walked over to its new motorcycle with its helmet in tow, and began driving down the highway on its way to its next stop.

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‘Becoming the Dom

I’ve always been a dom. I love teasing a guy so much that he begs for sexual release. I love when a guy submits to me and fucking worships me. Yup. I love being a dom, but I didn’t always look the part. I was once a twinky 27 year old with a fetish for being in control. When people saw me, they would assume I was a submissive, bottom. False! I wanted to fuck their brains out and make em moan for me. 

That’s when I thought that maybe I just needed the right gear to make people believe I am a dom. So I go to a leather shop that was just around the corner from where I live and as I walked in, I was greeted by the shop keep. The place was pretty dark, but the shop keep seemed to have an opposite personality to the ambiance. He was tall, had a lean swimmer build, and dressed quite professionally for a place that catered to people with a leather fetish. 

“Welcome. What can I do for you today?”

“I need some leather gear so people can recognize me as a dom. “

He looked at me for a second and told me he had just the outfit. he picked out some gauntlets, arm bands, a pair of pants, and executioner hood. I took a look at the gear he was giving me and thought no way I am gonna fit in any of these. They must have been at least two sizes too big for me. 

“Are you sure these are the right size?”

“Don’t worry. Just try them on. You wont be disappointed. Make sure you try on the hood last. “

“He guided me to the fitting room in the back of the store. I tried on the pants and man were they loose. Same with the gauntlets, and arm bands.” 

“Are you sure these are the right size? I questioned the shopkeep.”

“Yes. When you put on the hood, keep an image of yourself as a dom in your head. “

I thought this guy has to be pulling my leg. I put on the hood and looked in the mirror and thought it was an improvement. In that moment, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. My body began to inflate like a balloon. First my legs which stretched the pants I was wearing. Then my torso began to look like a bodybuilder’s. My arms grew and expanded so that the arm bands and gauntlets were hugging my now powerful biceps and forearms. I saw in the mirror that I was growing facial hair as well and my face changed shape. 

I no longer saw a twink in the mirror, but instead a muscular hunk in leather gear. I walked out of the fitting room and saw the shopkeep there smiling.

“So…do you like it?”

“I love it.” I responded as I was flexing my newly obtained biceps.

“Wait right there.” 

A few minutes later, he came back wearing a leather jock, some chaps, a harness, and a dog collar. 

If I wasn't hard already, I was rock solid now. I unzipped my pants, revealing my new 9 inch member. 

“Kneel and suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

He got down on all fours and crawled toward me, got on just his knees, then sucked my shaft. I grabbed his head and guided him as he was sucking me faster and faster. 

“Fuck yeah. You like that cock, huh, bitch?”

“Yes…”

Before he could finish I grabbed his head and kissed him. 

“…Sir.”

He got up then leaned up against a wall, bent over presenting his wonderful bubble butt to me.

“Please fuck me, sir. I want you inside of me so bad. Please.”

I walked up behind him and felt down his muscular back down to his bubble butt and gave it a slap. he moaned and it drove me crazy. With a hard thrust, I drove my cock into his ass and he moaned even louder. his moans where intoxicating and I kept thrusting harder and he would moan louder. I pulled out and got him to kneel in front of me again. he opened his mouth and came. he swallowed every last drop. Fuck!

“Hope I served you well, sir. Cum again”. ;)

Until recently, I never really understand why the jocks in my town, or anywhere else, tend to behave like a douchebag. The way people seemingly worshipped them due to their built, looks or wealth which led them to behave obnoxiously really showcased how shallow most of us tend to be. But, well, I was just a bitter, pathetic attention whore who thought that my brilliance deserve the same amount of adoration with the jocks incredible feat on court (and in bed), because as soon as I ended up inside Kent, oh boy......

How can you not be self-obsessed when you are looking like this 24/7? A little vanity is inevitable! I was so proud of the way I solved difficult mathematical equation in my head, now why can't I be proud when my biceps flexed like this and some other person just instantly wet themselves upon seeing it in person? That's a major ego boost, and we the jocks deserve to be admired that way. Not to mention, once you become a jock, you surround yourself ONLY with like-minded people, the one with RIGHT mindset you know?

Gym-junkies, people that want to get some muscle to show off, having wide or round shoulder and sick v-taper is a goal, obsessed with molding others to be fit too including people that wanna get close to us because we can't be seen with unfit people, that's a rife place where jocks are validated in their world view

Now, add the muscle and the look with wealth. That's triple kill, because here I am looking hot and flushed with wealth, and you tell me I cannot be a bit of a dickhead to those lowlifes? I cannot just tell those admiring or jealous sons of bitches that they can and should work harder if they want the same privilege like me, or else get the fuck out from my way? That's going to be total BS, because I DO have the RIGHTS to tell them the TRUTH!

I don't think I am better than other people, I FACTUALLY AM BETTER, and this whole change of perspective really illuminated me on why we behave this way, we are just better and anyone that said otherwise are just jealous

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I happily announce that this story featuring my work with my dear friend as the model (my shots are the man that exhales smoke). He’s aware with my Tumblr-ing activity and the content of my Tumblr, and he’s okay being the model for this one. He even dared me to make this story as hot as possible, well the standard of “hot” is relative but hopefully I’ll pass his “high-level demand”. This is also an answer for the request that asked an Asian muscle growth, sorry if it’s weird.

One day I went to the mall with my friend, Zac. He asked me to company him while searching the perfect present for his anniversary with his girlfriend and our best friend, Helena. We spent several hours in there before we finally found the so-called perfect present, an enormous Minion doll and a vape. Well, Zac and I are in our second year in college and Helena just turned 18, finally going to graduate from high school this summer and coming from such a strict Christian, health-caring family, smoke is a huge no-no in her family, so as a tease, Zac decided that the vape will be a great addition to the Minion.

“Yo Zac, I just remember I’ve to search for something first. What about if you go to your car and meet me in the main entrance?”

“Well, if you say so. Don’t take too long, k? Helena’s party is going to start soon and I haven’t showered yet,”

“K, I’ll call you when I’m done, just wait for me and don’t you dare you leave me,”

He just smiled and left, and I completely unaware that was probably the last time I saw his gentle yet genuine smile……

Long story short, I’ve waited for almost an hour in the Main Entrance and he hasn’t picked me up yet. I’ve texted him and even called him, but no response. Quite worried, I traced his iPhone and weirdly, his iPhone shown that he’s still in the parking spot. I started to think irrationally and afraid of something happen, I went to the parking spot where he parked his car and I was stunned beyond believe at what I saw, he is vaping! Fucking vaping! What the damn hell in that vape until he seems so high? Goddamn weed? I barraged to him and that slapped his cheek carefully

“Ey, Zac. Stop inhale the goddamn vape, Helena’s party is in 1 hour,”

As I tried to took the vape, his hand grabbed mine and then he said

“Zac’s not here…….” he smiled devilishly

“You clearly are high…..and a fuckin’ pussy. High because of vape? I can’t imagine if you use weed, bro,”

I once again tried to grab the vape but he’s hand holding me even tighter than before and then he punched me with his other hand and then yelled

“Put your hand away from my home, you goddamn mortal! I’m going out from him soon after I extracted his knowledge, fuck bro, your friend here is one hell of an intelligent mortal, going to back and forth inside him until he’s knowledge drained,”

He inhaled the vape again and his eyes became white, like when someone is high. Then he said

“Uhhhhhh…….fuckkkk………the knowledge rush is fuckin’ good,”

I also noticed that somehow, his arms getting bigger, not really that big, but it’s bigger than his normal arm……..and somehow his biceps and triceps popped, like someone that new to work out and already gain a quite quick result.

“Ey fuck, some abs to man this boy up, a fair trade for his knowledge,” said Zac to himself as he lifted his shirt to reveal a sudden appearance of a hint of abs set in his once flat belly.

“You know what, mortal? I’ll be back to his body soon, making him bigger and stealing his knowledge even more, but for now, I’ll let him back to you, see you soon,”

And as he said that, he exhaled an enormous cloudy-white smoke from his nose and the smoke slowly back to the vape again, weirdly. Then, after losing his consciousness for a while, he’s back. I tried to destroy the goddamn weird vape but then he hold my wrist and then said

“MINE! Don’t you dare do shit to my vape!”

I never saw him that terrifying so I gave the vape back to him and then he just smirked at me

“Let’s go to Helena’s,”

Since that day, he’s pretty much changing. The usual cheerful and jolly Zac now turned into some obsessive, quiet and loner person, and I also caught him several times being “possessed” by the smoke from that vape and everytime that happen, his body got more defined but I can clearly see from his eyes that his mind becoming dull, drained, it reflected on his score that slowly declined.

One day, after months of not even saying “Hi” to each other, suddenly, one day before summer break, he texted me alongside with a pic

“Not trying to fight me again, mortal?”

Clearly from the pic, he changed his hairstyle, well pretty much all of his style has been changed, becoming more jockish day by day. And his abs now clearly defined even though it’s still quite lanky. Then, he texted again

“C’mon mortal, don’t you want your friend back?”

I can’t do anything. The weird smoke already changed Zac’s life and only God knows what can the smoke did to me. What if that smoke possessed me and also changed me too?

It was 6 months ago and the change on Zac is even more dramatic. He’s not lanky anymore, he is goddamn buff now and his skin is getting some nice tan.

His hairstyle also changed into more manly and somehow his face becoming more angular and more intimidating. He gained several inches in height, which is quite weird because we are 21 at this point and the growth should be slower instead of faster. Gym is becoming his 2nd home and he always spent hours there. He of course becoming dumber, from straight A’s student into straight C’s and D’s, clearly having a hard time cope up with the materials and now in the edge of dropped out. But what shocked me the most is the tattoo that he made 2 months ago in his biceps, clearly the smoke already turned Zac into just a simple-minded piece of meat while it drained his knowledge and resistance to fight the urge to not vape. 

Helena, well, the poor girl already wiped away from his daily life that only focused solemnly on working out and fucking random chicks.

Classes today is finally finished and I can’t wait to step into my dorm and have a nice bath but then suddenly, someone knock me out. I passed out and when I’m awake, I already tied up in a chair inside a vast room, probably an abandoned warehouse, with Zac smiling devilishly in front of me

“Well, well, bro. I hate being abandoned and clearly, my brain is already drained, the smoke doesn’t even want to enter me again. He said I’m too dumb now and nothing left in my mind except the basic human skill and some shitty knowledge about food plan, working out and fucking. As I said before, I hate being abandoned and since the change, the magnificent change that the smoke did to me, everyone tried to be as far away as possible from me, even you, my best friend! But you know what, after this, we will become best friend again, bro, and I’ll guide you so you can have great body like me too. So, are you ready?”

I can’t even scream as the duct tape closed my mouth and then, he moves closer to me and inhale the vape. Then, when our nose touch each other, he opens my duct tape and then choked my throat, forcing my mouth to be wide open and that’s when he exhales the smoke right to my mouth. I can clearly feel the smoke filling every single part of my body, slowly yet surely taking over my body completely. I coughed some smoke out but the smoke seems endless because it keeps coming back. In the verge of letting my body being controlled, Zac smiled to me

“Ohhhhhh……we will be best bros once more, Will,”

1 Year Later

“Great work out today bro!” said Zac

“Yeah sure, bro. Hey, thanks for keep pushing me when I lift that fucking weight……..you really push me to my limit bro,” replied Will, tapping his best bro shoulder

“Well, that’s why I’m here, to help you break that fucking limit. You said that you can’t lift 225 lbs? Well, you just lift 245 lbs shit, and how does it feel?” asked Zac, smiling cockily

“Fuckin’ great. Thanks for that push, bro. You’re the best,” answered Will

“No, we are the best!” said Zac proudly while puffing his chest out,”Now, now, where do you want to go first before we head home?” asked Zac

“Shower? I’m fuckin’ reeked, bro,” said Will, sniffing his clothes and pit

“Well, you’re right. Let’s go then,” said Zac after sniffing his reeked pit

As they walked to the locker room and then the shower, Will asked

“Where’s the vape?”

“Uhhhhh……..dunno. Lost it in that frat party last week, well, it’s not healthy, so who care?”

“Yeah, you’re right bro”