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The Volunteer
Jimmy, was my only true bodysuit volunteer. He wanted to be dominated, and was willing to submit to my every desire.
What I desired was a new kind of complete submission. He wanted to serve me, but my terms of service or a little more permanent than most. What better way to completely dominate someone other than taking their free will and wearing their body as your own.
We decided to meet up at his apartment. He had the best toys. I decided to play around a bit before we got to business. I chained him to the bed and fucked him hard, I thought it would be the best way to loosen up my soon to be ass. As soon as I’m done with him, I pull him back into a seated position.
“It’s time, Jimmy” I barked with all the alpha energy I could muster.
“For What?” he asked his head still foggy from the pounding.
“For What, Sir!” I corrected him, and continued:
“ You know you have something I want, I’m gonna get it and you’re gonna help me”
“ Your desire is my command, sir” he said, in a submissive, defeated tone.
I uncuffed his wrist and hand him the bodysuit injection. He rubs his wrist before taking the syringe from my hands.
“ Now injected into your neck” I commanded.
He complied with a simple “yes, sir”. That was his last sentient thought before the process took hold.
I watched with anticipation as his body deflated in his bed. Without seeing the rest of his skin exposed, his face, look like a latex mask, sticking out of the top of the gimp suit.
I grabbed my new bodysuit by the head. The illusion of latex is gone, it feels like his real flesh between my hands.
I unfastened Jimmy’s bondage gear off his former body. With me at the helm, His submissive days are over. He loved wearing that gear, but the time has come for him to be worn. Time to exchange some of this rubber for leather. With that vestige of what was truly, Jimmy was gone.
I put on his skin and stand back to look in the mirror. I’m satisfied with the way I look. Jimmy suits me quite well. He may have been willing to serve whoever would dominate him. His going to have that Alpha energy that will let him take what he deserves. I think Jimmy is going to serve me quite well.
It would be his first ever bottom experience, Georgie was insanely horny yet scared for what is about to happen. He had found his first discreet top, a local gymrat that wants to pop his cherry.
Georgie’s hair is blonde, not a gram of muscle on his frame and all the fat he has is on his ass. A few minutes before the guy would come over the doorbell rang. He is early, Georgie opened it and there he was that big hunk. He got in the house as they moved into the living room.
Georgie’s parents were out of town so nobody would disturb them. They sat down but it almost immediately went perfect, his big arms on Georgie as he made out with him. Their tongues swirling around each other as Georgie gently started to move his hand on the big hunks meat.
A big outline showed exactly how big it had gotten and is slowly snaking upward as it grows hard. Georgie pulled his shorts down revealing that perfect hardening meat. A small drip of pre at the tip of it leaking out. Georgie licked it up, it tasted sweet like honey. He started sucking on it, taking it deeper and deeper down his throat. The big hunk took hold of Georgie’s head forcing him up and down, also holding him all the way down his meat. Georgie nearly choked as the big guy released him to catch a breath to do it all over again and again and again.
He then flipped Georgie around, pulled away his clothes revealing his pink tight hole. He aligned his throat slime covered pole with it and firmly pushed it in, slowly going deeper and deeper. Georgie felt being split in two as this hunk made him take it all. The big hunk had a tight grip on his hips as he firmly started f*cking his ass. Georgie struggled as he still needed to get used to it. He could feel the big rod getting bigger inside him, becoming even harder while he was just taking it balls deep with every thrust.
The hunk is twice the size of Georgie and he is pounding him relentlessly for at least a good solid 15 minutes. Loud primal grunts escaping his mouth and sweat dripping from him on Georgie. Then it hit, Georgie had his first anal orgasm. His hole tightened and sucked the meat inside. At first the hunk really loved what was happening so much he unloaded his balls deep in him. Only it didn’t end, as Georgie’s hole kept draining him. Everything started to change the hunk his whole insides becoming liquid just to be transferred into Georgie. His muscles, bones and mind all pumping in Georgie’s hungering hole. Unable to fight it, and happening so fast that his last moment was an insane orgasm and then all of him left is a sack of skin. Everything Georgie drained rapidly got consumed by his body, changing him. His massive belly shrinking down, as his whole body bulged, trembled and grew. At one point the belly became a sixpack as the changes stopped. Georgie looked at himself in total awe, a total stud looking at him.
The next day Georgie went in the gym, he ran a few miles on the treadmill without a sweat. He lifted five times more than he used to. After a while he replaced his profile pics with his new found self. He saw one of the biggest guys that never replied to him looking at his profile. Few moments later his first message, came in. He wrote that he looked pretty fit, and asked what Georgie is into. Georgie replied he loved being dominated by a big strong man, with a even bigger meat. The profile then shared his album, a massive behemoth flexing his body and later a full mast picture of his pole. It is around the 10 inches for sure, and also a video where I completely ravaged a bttms tight hole ending in a big load dripping out.
He asked if Georgie wants it, to which they made plans to come straight over. Georgie was there as soon as he could. The guy opened the door only with a towel around his waist, freshly showered for him. Georgie entered his place and began mauling each other right when the door closed. The big man told Georgie he haven’t had such a cute handsome guy in years. Georgie replied he haven’t seen a man with such a big tool, to which he smirked.
I hope you can take every inch of it boy. He reached at his hard meat pulling it out revealing his massive shaft. He looked at Georgie and told him to have at it. He licked, touched, rubbed and sucked it like a new toy. It got very slick, dripping wet with pre and throat slime. While this happened his own ass was getting roughly groped. A big slap at one point indicating foreplay is over. Sit on it he commanded, facing towards me boy. Georgie got on him, easily hovering on above the massive pole as the guy nudged him down on it. Georgie could feel it slowly entering him as he lowered himself. Look at me the guy said, as his hands made sure he slowly lowered on his lab getting that pole deeper and deeper. When he went through that second hole inside Georgie, Georgie could not hold back a painful moan. The guy told him he is almost there and he is doing a perfect job. He had only one inch to go, a big breath and Georgie just dropped himself down to take it all. I moan or soft scream and he froze to just get adjusted to the massive meat in his hole rearranging his guts.
The guy lifted Georgie up and back down, he looked him in the eyes. Tears in the corner of Georgie, he told him he is doing amazing. Any pain would be gone in a short while once he get used to it. He told him that’s the curse of having a 11 inch pole in length and 8 inch in girth. Once you get through the pain pleasure will definitely be yours he said. Just let me know when you get there, your hole feels so insanely good.
After a while Georgie looked in his eyes and nodded, I’m ready sir he said. A big smile on him appeared and he said wonderful then you are my boy at last. He lifted Georgie up from his pole, laying him flat on his stomach and crawled on top. Shoving his hard meat in him again and then started really doing some work with it. Georgie could not move away, the muscled hunk on top of him, his hands locked with his. He moaned like a little school girl as the pace increases every thrust. It progressed into a rough pounding, feeling the whole bed move with him. Georgie covered in the sweat from this big man.
He later flipped Georgie around, his legs on his broad shoulders. He said: I just love to see that handsome face when it’s taking my meat all the way, look at that pretty open hole, just gaping to be filled again by my big pole. Georgie had his toes curling from pleasure, edging close to an insane anal orgasm. It did not go unnoticed, the massive behemoth told him he is really getting close as well.
He went really hard on Georgie, pounding him like a machine to end in a savage roar. Georgie felt his insides being flooded with his hot seed. The big guy collapsed on him, as his hard big meat plugged his hole sealed as it just kept twitching and pumping more into Georgie. Georgie could feel the size of the guy leaving his body, thinking this could take a while cause this man is enormous. A titan of a man, slowly drained into Georgie’s hungering hole. The size of his arms are getting really noticeable, no visible veins of bulges as they had in the beginning. His boulder shoulders becoming mere pebbles. Georgie felt it easier to breath as the weight on top of him decreased with each second. Georgie didn’t want to move much, afraid it would unplug him from his hole. Georgie closed his eyes to just let it happen, enjoying in the steady growth he felt and the great orgasm he had.
When he opened his eyes there was nothing left of the big guy, he stood up and moved himself towards the wardrobe to pull on some clothes. His weight drastically has increased that makes walking a bit funny. He looked down and noticed how he now had a thick long hose hanging with two big orange sized balls hanging low. His body has changed, he looked massive, a very handsome alpha male, big muscles everywhere and the body hair covering his whole frame.
It would be the last time he would use his hole to drain someone, or atleast for a while until he wants to be bigger. It’s time to use this pole myself on some pretty boys.
Spiderman: A New Home
*7K Follower Special*
Seven freakin' thousand! Y'all are insane. Anyway though, in keeping with the tradition, I thought it was time I took a crack at a superhero-themed transformation. Hope you enjoy ;)
“C'mon man! Do you really have to hide?” Peter Parker yelled out towards the mysterious figure hiding behind the rubble. “Just because this isn’t Queens doesn’t mean I can’t catch a villain.”
This wasn’t exactly how Peter had been wanting to spend his fall break. It was his first year at a university and everything had been going fine. He had been able to balance a life between school and playing hero without getting caught. Sure, he was a little tired, but he had promised himself that he would take a step back at the fall break. A trio of Latino men had a different idea however.
Peter had accidentally spotted what looked like shady business one night while walking home. Luckily, he wasn’t seen, so he had followed the three men back to their place. It was there he discovered the illegal activities: some kind of international oil ring that–even though Peter didn’t exactly know how–reeked of wrongdoing. Over the next few days, he’d continued spying on the men and gathering evidence. But a week later, he had spontaneously hopped one of their flights and was definitely now closer to the equator then ever before.
“You can’t escape this!” Peter yelled, watching as the shadow turned a corner. When he’d arrived, he was only able to follow one of the three men out to a production facility for the mysterious oil. But what Peter didn’t know was that it had all been set up, the trap was due to blow up the compound with Spiderman in it. After all his adventures, Peter had learned to survive under pressure (literally), but he still had to catch the scoundrel.
“What are you hiding from?” Peter taunted, his usual cheeky demeanor not particularly present. “I just want to talk. I’ve got a big presentation to work on back home.”
It was then the shadowy figure spun around a corner behind Peter. Thanks to his senses, he was able to turn just as quickly to meet the man.
“Don’t worry, Spidey,” the man snarled in a thick, Latin accent. “You won’t have to worry about that home any longer.”
Encased by the darkness, Peter couldn’t see the bucket of oil that hung from above. The black goo dumped itself all over the college student, soiling his suit and any exposed parts of his body in the black molasses. Peter was disgusted and honestly confused. Was that the best this villain could do? He tried to scrape all the oil off but to no avail. Peter had worked with grimy substances like this before and knew he wasn’t going to be able to get it out without the proper scrubs. With a sigh, the filthy Spiderman trudged his way out of the ruins to find some help.
He knew his suspect wouldn’t get too far away, so when Peter saw an office near the construction site–well, what remained of it–he decided to take a quick pitstop. If he would be able to find anything to help remove the oil, it would be there. With the help of his webs, he pulled the door out of its lock and strolled in, searching for any soaps, ointments, or even rags that could help him. But right as he thought he’d found something, Peter felt a surge of energy on his chest.
“What the…”
Peter’s eyes widened as he watched the oil begin to sink into his suit. It wasn’t like how a staining liquid typically sunk into clothing. This was anything but natural; the substance was literally forcing its way into the Spiderman suit. The oil was prying through the modern technology, finding any way it could. And before Peter could even access his technology, the oil fractured all communication systems. His suit was offline, and Peter was all alone.
“This probably isn’t good,” Peter said, trying to hide his growing fear with a little light commentary. The oil had now completely sunk into his suit and the effects were beginning to show. Starting at the center of his chest, the red color was immediately darkened into a pitch black. Just like an oil spill, the color washed across his entire body and completely covered any hue besides its shadowy shade. Even Peter’s emblem was affected, the spider expanding out into a white, notably fiercer version of an arachnid.
And just like how the oil that had tainted his suit, Peter arched his head back in pain as the mass forced its way into his exposed skin. Unlike the complete disappearance into his attire however, the corruptive molasses blemished Peter’s fair surface, mixing with his natural genealogy to create an abnormal amount of melanin. He could only groan as his body took on a darker color more suitable for containing the oil, crafting a browner skin that matched perfectly with the Latino men Peter had been following.
But the oil had more in store than just a change of skin color. The oil forced Peter's body to change and adapt to its influences. His body expanded outwards and upwards. His bones creaked and cracked, popping as they piled on inch after inch to assure the new Spiderman would be imposing. His shoulder blades elongated to support the muscular arms meant to carry barrels, not damsels in distress. His already glorious chest was maximized, his pecs becoming even more prominent and two more abs were added to create a pack of eight.
His legs experienced massive growth after their lengthening. His soles plumped into monstrous feet meant to assert his dominance. Running was put aside for squats and bolstering large loads, his thighs able to crush skulls and his calves able to butt steel. Speaking of butts, the oil gave him a behind thicker than any Peter had worked with. His pouch too became undeniably large, and even through the pain Peter was able to see the massive bulge underneath his suit.
“God…it feels so…feels so…tan bien…”
Peter couldn’t focus as the blood rushed to his face, thoughtlessly groping himself and basking in the pleasure of touch. The oil followed in the blood’s wake, coating Peter’s throat to make each and every word out of his mouth deep, sensual, and spicy. It spread across his head and eliminated everything that made Spiderman just a kid. Longer jaw supported by a well-shaped, masculine beard. Prominent nose guarded by stone-cold eyes and bushier brows. His haircut fluffed and reshaped, replacing the boy-next-door with a one-night-stand. Peter’s hair transitioned into the same black as the oil, transitioning the rest of the hair that had grown rapidly across his body too.
“Why does it feel so good…” Peter moaned. “...ser malo.”
Two earrings carved themselves through the new Latino’s ears, pure gold as a gift for his commitment to his superiors. That’s what the oil told Peter anyway as it finished its corruption. The black goo furiously restructured his suit and his being, eliminating anything that wasn’t complete dedication towards his new craft. Peter Parker was a young hero from Queens filled with curiosity and committed to justice. But this new man was no longer Peter. The oil had concocted Pedro Pérez, and he was a young scoundrel from Guatemala City filled with greed and committed to getting off.
“How are you feeling, amigo?” The man in the shadows had been watching from afar the entire time. With a few blinks, Pedro was able to clear his head and now truly take in the figure in front of him.
“Diabólico,” Pedro purred as the man approached. “y lujurioso.”
The man, who Pedro was able to recognize as one of his three incredibly sexy bosses, stepped right in front of him before placing a hand on his chest. Pedro could practically feel the spider emblem vibrate with his heartbeat as the man pushed him back into the green chair behind him.
“I think I can do something about that.” The man’s Spanish only drove Pedro wild. “And after that, let’s say we get back to work.”
Pedro moaned in delight, the thought of transporting the oil to the States sending him close. It was his job to defend it, protect it, and if need be, utilize it to corrupt others. But right now the only thing he truly wanted to corrupt was the back of his boss’s throat.
With a cocky grin, Pedro grabbed his pouch and got comfortable.
“Seamos codiciosos.”
Justin Question
“Oh FUCK baby…give it to me,” Justin moaned.
I looked down to watch my thick cock sliding in and out of my boyfriend-of-2-years’ tight ass.
“Mmmm, you fucking slut,” I growled, picking up the pace, ramming my 8-inch cock in hard and fast, enjoying the sound of Justin’s breath catching in his throat as I did.
We both LOVED fucking doggy style.
I grabbed his hips with both hands, pulling him back onto my cock and looking down to see my flexed biceps bulging.
Justin screamed with pleasure.
“OH FUCK YEAH”.
Sweat dripped from my heaving, swollen pecs down onto my defined abs. Still pounding Justin’s sexy ass, I ran one hand up his back, feeling him shiver to my touch, and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back hard.
“Mmmmmmm YEAH,” Justin moaned, desperate.
He loved it rough.
“TAKE THIS THICK COCK SLUT BOY,” I roared, fucking him even harder.
Justin gasped, moaning continuously and pushing his twink ass back onto my cock.
“Breed me Daddy,” he begged.
I was getting close.
“Oh I will boy,” I grunted, pounding him like an animal rutting.
I looked up at the mirror on the wardrobe opposite our bed. God we looked hot when we fucked.
I brought one arm up, flexing my bicep as I hammered Justin’s ass hard. I loved the look of my swollen peak, veins mapped across the surface, the epitome of manliness. Justin loved it too – he looked up while we fucked and then reached down, starting to jerk his cock as he stared at my pumped bicep.
“Mmmmm look at your fucking huge biceps,” he groaned, clearly close to cumming himself.
The sight of my hot twink boyfriend jerking his cock to my muscular arms, pushed me over the edge.
“FUCK BABE I’M GONNA CUM,” I roared, feeling the orgasm start to rise up from my swollen balls.
“BREED YOUR BOY,” Justin moaned in response as I grabbed his hips again, thrusting my throbbing dick deep in him.
With that, my thick cock swelled even more, pleasure ripping through my entire body and an animalistic scream escaping my mouth. Jets of cum shot from my cock and I looked down to see Justin writhing too in his own intense orgasm.
It was always like this for us.
“FUCK,” we both screamed over and over, bodies writhing. I collapsed forward, my hard cock still in Justin’s tight ass. I knew he liked the feel of me on top of him like this and heard him sigh in pleasure.
We lay like that for several minutes as our powerful orgasms continued to subside, our rapid breathing starting to settle.
“Right babe…I need to hit the shower,” I said, suddenly aware of the time – I couldn’t be late for work again.
He tried to reply but no real words came out. I chuckled as I headed to the bathroom, pleased I could still fuck him into a sex coma.
I turned on the shower and, as I waited for the water to heat up, I appreciated my reflection in the large mirror above the sink. I couldn’t deny I was pretty happy with what I saw. Pushing on for 35 and with a busy job that involved plenty of shift work I had to put in a lot of effort to stay in shape. A boyfriend 10 years younger than me certainly helped as motivation. I’d been hitting the gym 4 times a week for 15 years and I guess it showed. I liked how my slightly hairy pecs jutted out over my abs, still heaving from the exertion of the fuck. I liked the size of my arms – I couldn’t help pulling a double bicep flex and watching the symmetrical mounds of muscle bunch up tight. Impressive peaks for an amateur lifter. I liked my 8 pack abs and the “v” leading down to my thick, now soft, cock. And I fucking loved my quads – big and thick – just looking at them made me feel so strong.
I quickly jumped in the shower, conscious that if I kept up this line of thought I’d be rock hard again and subsequently late for work. I let the warm water cascade over my worked-out body, totally relaxed from the amazing fuck session.
Five minutes later, I was back in the bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. Justin had barely moved, other than to flip himself over so that he was now lying staring at the ceiling, his arms above his head.
I couldn’t help letting out a deep moan as I took in the beauty lying in front of me. I loved his slim figure and smooth skin, still glistening with drops of sweat from his pounding. His cute boyish face was totally peaceful and a beautiful smile lightened his features as he opened his eyes to look at me. I ran a hand up his tight abs (Justin too kept himself in shape) and then tweaked his hot nipples causing him to shudder in response.
“Don’t…” he moaned. “You’ll be late for work…”.
A mischievous smile on his face. I knew he was right and headed over to the wardrobe to find my work clothes.
“Erm…Dan?” Justin said a minute later, his hesitancy causing me to turn and take in the slight frown that had appeared on his face.
“Yeah babe…what’s up?” I asked, pulling on my scrubs and walking over to sit next to him again.
“I was just thinking…”
Justin was never nervous.
“Go on babe, spit it out,” I said kindly, stroking his short blond hair.
“Well…could we…perhaps…try it the other way round next time?” he asked, immediately looking to the side to avoid my gaze.
Ah.
“Justin…we’ve talked about this. I just don’t think it would work babe,” I replied, full of love for him.
“Why not Dan? You never tell me why…” he said, accusation in his voice.
This conversation came up from time to time. At first, it had been natural that I’d be the one doing the fucking – Justin loved riding cock and I loved to give it. Recently though he’d been more questioning…why couldn’t we swap sometimes? It was getting more and more difficult to diffuse the situation…
“It’s because of this isn’t it?” he questioned angrily, holding his cock in his hand.
I was surprised at his directness and was too slow to deny the accusation. It didn’t help that there was truth in what he said – Justin was blessed with a cute face and fit body but his smaller-than-average cock had always been a sore point for him. I didn’t want the experience to be disappointing for either of us…
“I knew it,” he barked, his normally beautiful features rearranged into a mask of anger and humiliation.
“No Justin…it’s not that,” I replied, trying to placate him. It was not a total lie. There was something else contributing to my reluctance – I had to admit that I’d gotten used to being the “big spoon” in our relationship. It just worked for us. The idea of taking on a more submissive role would be hard to swallow and even harder to admit.
“You’re lying,” he shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.
“No babe…wait,” I pleaded as he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I heard the lock click and knew it was too late to convince him otherwise.
I didn’t see Justin much in the next few weeks – with both of us doing shift work this happened from time to time. When we did see each other, I couldn’t help but feel that there was an elephant in the room that neither of us acknowledged. I knew it would have to be me that brought up the subject again but, cowardly, I just couldn’t do it. The truth was I had no idea what to say.
Finally, driving home from a long shift one day, I decided enough was enough. I was going to have to tell him about my insecurities
“Justin,” I called as I came through the front door. “We need to talk”.
“Just a minute…” I heard him shout from upstairs. “I’ll be down in a sec…”
I didn’t want to wait, scared I’d lose my nerve, so bounded up the stairs two at a time and burst into our bedroom.
I gasped in horror, taking in the sight in front of me.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” I roared.
Justin was stark naked in front of the mirror, a syringe of blue, viscous liquid in his hand, looking at me in terror.
“Justin…don’t…” I begged.
But it was too late. Before I couldn’t even get close he’d flipped the cover off and plunged the needle into his ass cheek, injecting the strange-looking fluid in one go.
“Oh FUCK Justin,” I moaned in dismay. “What the HELL was that?”
“J-just a supplement,” he stammered, nervous.
I spotted the packaging on our bed, snatching it up before Justin had a chance to grab it.
“No…please…don’t look,” he whimpered, his eyes pleading.
I looked down at the product information leaflet in horror.
------------MIRACLE GROWTH------------------------
“The ONLY penis-enlargement supplement worth taking”
Other than this attention-grabbing slogan, there was barely any information in the leaflet at all – it was just filled with wishy-washy testimonies from ‘satisfied customers’. Certainly, there was nothing that even got close to telling you what was in the damn thing.
“This could contain ANYTHING” I bellowed, apoplectic with rage. “HOW COULD YOU?”
“I had to,” he replied, trying to stand his ground whilst his face betrayed him, flushing with embarrassment.
“Do you really care THAT much,” I responded, still shouting.
“YOU MADE ME CARE,” he cried, starting to cry.
I was about to shout some more when a spasm crossed his face and I halted in my tracks.
“What is it babe?” I asked, all anger suddenly leaving me.
“I-I-I feel s-strange,” he moaned.
My heart dropped 40 feet. I knew it. This was bad.
“Strange how Justin?” I asked, doctor-mode taking over. “Come on, lie down on the bed”.
Justin did as he was told, lying back on the bed, a strange expression on his face.
“Tell me what’s going on babe…this is killing me,” I pleaded, kneeling next to the bed and stroking his hair in desperation.
“No Dan…it feels…good,” he moaned, letting out all his breath in one go.
I still couldn’t relax.
“What do you mean, ‘good’?” I questioned.
“I dunno…I just feel…good,” he repeated infuriatingly.
I watched in amazement as he started rubbing his hands over his body, his eyes tight shut, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He let out a deep moan as he played with his hot nipples. I felt my cock start to grow in my pants despite myself.
Justin’s cock was starting to get hard too. He ran one hand down his abs to squeeze it, his fingers pulled tight around his growing member. Within seconds his cock was fully hard, around 3 inches.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned, deeply.
“What is it babe?” I asked, nearly hysterical.
He moaned in response, starting to stroke his rock-hard cock, two fingers wrapped around its small girth. I noticed how even using just a few fingers, you could barely see his small cock head over the top.
“My cock…” he groaned.
“What about it Justin?”
“It feels…amazing…” he moaned, now stroking faster and faster.
I watched as his whole body started to writhe in pleasure, moans escaping his mouth with every breath. He jerked his tiny cock like there was no tomorrow.
“Oh FUCK,” he gasped suddenly.
I nearly asked what was wrong but stopped myself, realising that there was nothing wrong at all. Justin was experiencing more pleasure than I thought was possible and the cause was blindingly obvious. I could barely speak as I noticed that Justin’s previously tiny cock was starting to swell before my eyes, its bulging head now an inch clear of his stroking fingers. It looked thicker too, starting to pull apart his fingers so that he had to readjust his hand.
My own cock was now painfully hard in my tight boxers and I reached down subconsciously to pull it out, starting to stroke as I watched.
Suddenly, Justin’s eyes sprang open and he looked down at his rapidly enlarging member.
“FUCK YES,” he moaned deeply. “I’m growing”.
His eyes shut again as he continued to stroke himself. His cock looked nearly 5 inches long now and was showing no signs of stopping its continuous growth. A thick stream of precum was leaking from his swollen cock head, running over his fingers.
“It’s going to be fucking MASSIVE,” he roared, making me jump.
I could tell he was right and I couldn’t help jerking my own cock hard and fast as I watched. This was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Justin was now using his whole hand to jerk his cock – something he could never have done before – and still it continued to lengthen. An inch beyond his fingers. Now two. When the fuck would it stop?
Justin’s moans were getting deeper, more erotic. I would cum soon just watching him.
His balls too had swollen in size, two globes nestled between his legs, full of hot twink cum.
His massive cock was thickening, stretching apart his fingers so that he struggled to wrap them all the way round. I guessed it was about 7 inches long now.
We both had the same thought at the same time.
“FUCK. I’m going to be bigger than you,” he moaned, letting out a slight laugh.
I almost thought he’d forgotten I was there.
I looked down at my own not unimpressive cock and realised he was right. In that moment I didn’t care.
“OH FUCK THIS FEELS AMAZING,” he roared, his voice deeper and more masculine than ever before.
He reached down, rubbing his fingers over his bulbous cock head as he continued to stroke with his other hand. I watched as he then brought his fingers, glistening with thick precum, up to his mouth. He sucked on them, moaning deeply.
“Mmmm I taste good.”
My mouth watered as he reached down for another taste.
“Suck me,” he ordered, as if reading my mind.
I didn’t hesitate. His hand was immediately replaced by my hungry tongue and lips. I licked up and down his still-growing, veiny shaft before wrapping my lips around his swollen cock head.
We both moaned together. Fuck he did taste good.
Within seconds I was bobbing up and down on his dick, taking as much as I could but feeling it hit the back of my throat. I cradled his distended balls in my hands, amazed at their weight and size. His cock had to be bigger than 8 inches now.
Bigger and thicker than my own.
Still, I kept sucking, his moans feeding my own throbbing boner.
“FUCK,” he roared. “You’re a good COCKSUCKER”.
I bristled slightly at his words but there was no way I was going to stop worshiping his Godly cock. Justin started thrusting his hips up and down, forcing his mammoth cock into my mouth over and over, now holding the back of my head.
In a frenzy of bliss, I marvelled at how my twink boyfriend was now fucking my face with his enormous man meat. He was letting out deep, animalistic grunts with every thrust. Noises I’d never heard him make before. My throat was getting sore, abused by his immense tool. Gallons of pre were still oozing from his throbbing cock head, the taste making me dizzy with pleasure.
I felt as his thickening cock started to stretch my lips…I could barely take half of it in my mouth now.
I pulled off his cock, looking down to take in his full size.
He was now over 10 inches and fuck he was THICK.
I wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking hard and fast, hearing him moan in response.
“I’m MASSIVE,” he bellowed looking down at me, his cock looking obscene next to his twink body.
I could tell he was close and started to jerk him faster. I couldn’t wrap my fingers all the way around it anymore. I licked his cock head as I stroked, drinking down his delicious pre.
His moans were getting closer together. Deeper. More like grunts.
His hands explored his body. Twisting his hot nips. Running over his abs. Constantly moving.
“FUCK!!” he roared. “I’m going to cum…”
“YES babe…Cum for me,” I moaned, hungry for his load.
He started thrusting his hips again and within seconds I saw his balls tighten.
“YEEESSSSSSSSSSSS” he roared, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me down onto his cock. I felt it swell in my mouth even more before thick, hot streams of cum hit the back of my throat. I tried to swallow it all but it was no use. Justin was still screaming in ecstasy as rivers of cum poured from my mouth, escaping down his veiny shaft.
And still it kept flowing.
And flowing.
I drank down as much as I could but the bed was soon soaked with his man juice.
Eventually, after an eternity it seemed, the cum stopped and I pulled my mouth off his enormous cock. I looked down to realise that I’d cum without even noticing, my own tiny load paling into insignificance in comparison to Justins.
“Clean up the rest,” he ordered, without opening his eyes. His voice was deep.
I nearly refused but then I realised – I wanted to.
I leaned down licking up the cum from his shaft, his abs, his balls – savouring it all. I moved on to the bed, licking up as much as I could from the soaked bedding.
“Good boy,” he whispered, a deep rumbling.
Boy? He’d never called me boy before.
What the fuck had just happened?
I knelt at the end of our bed, savouring the taste of Justin’s seed in my mouth and looking down at the colossal dick responsible for it. Soft now but still longer than most men’s when fully hard. A cock to die for. To worship.
“That was incredible,” Justin groaned, his deep basso voice now sexily juxtaposed to his boyish features.
My own cock twitched.
“What do you think of my dick now babe?” he teased, a smirk on his face as he wrapped his fingers around his thick member and slapped it on his abs.
“It’s…it’s…” I stumbled painfully.
“Come on Dan, spit it out,” he pushed.
He actually wanted an answer.
I looked down at his cock…there were no words to describe it. I had to fight hard not to lean forward and take the huge python in my mouth again, sucking him hard until he shot another unbelievable load down my throat.
“Time for round two, eh?” he teased again, reading my mind. “I can see how much you want this Dan”.
He started stroking his cock, one hand traversing the entire length slowly, lazily. I watched as it started to swell again and within seconds he was rock hard.
I was in a trance, my own cock swelling quickly.
“Measure it,” he ordered, snapping me out of my reverie.
I didn’t hesitate, jumping up to grab the measuring tape out of the draw before hurrying back to Justin. He was still lying on his back, stroking his tool, his fingers exploring its new size, tracing every line and appreciating the incredible girth. He paused to allow me to measure his newly enlarged manhood.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, half in shock, half in pure lust.
He laughed.
“How big is it Dan?” he asked, eager.
“12 inches”.
“FUCK,” he roared. “That’s massive…much bigger than yours”.
I didn’t deny it. The disparity was obvious.
“Stand up,” he ordered, full of new confidence. His voice reverberated masculinity and power.
I did as he asked and he came and stood next to me. Both of our rock-hard cocks stood out in front of us. Justin laughed as he looked down, grabbing my cock in his hand and pulling it up against his.
“You look tiny in comparison to me,” he mocked.
“I know,” I murmured, still in disbelief.
“To think I used to think you were big…” he continued.
I couldn’t think of a reply.
Annoyed at my silence, Justin slapped me hard on the ass.
“I think I know what I want to try next,” he stated, coming to stand behind me, resting his thick cock on my ass.
“Justin…no,” I pleaded, suddenly afraid. “I can’t…it’s too big”.
The irony was lost on neither of us and Justin let out a low, deep chuckle, ignoring my plea as he pressed his bulging cock head against my hole. I let out an involuntary moan, surprising even myself as I reflexively pushed my ass back against the thick girth of his immense cock.
“Haha…look who’s the cock slut now,” Justin laughed, slapping my ass hard.
As I felt him push harder and harder though something snapped and a mixture of panic and pride came over me.
I couldn’t take his cock.
No, I corrected myself, I wouldn’t take it.
I was still the boss here.
Justin may have the Godliest cock I’d ever seen but I was still more muscular and much stronger.
In one swift motion I turned, grabbing Justin under both arms and pushing him up against the wall, his feet dangling a foot above the ground.
“NO!” I roared, barely noticing that Justin’s colossal cock was inches from my chin, resting up against my heaving pecs.
I looked up at him, seeing the fear in his eyes and my heart broke.
“I’m sorry babe,” I cried, setting him back down on the ground, my flare of anger passing as quick as it had started.
I stopped in my tracks. A familiar spasm had passed across my lover’s face.
“What’s the matter babe?” I questioned, concerned again. “It can’t possibly grow anymore,” I added in disbelief.
“No…this feels…different…” he murmured, confusion on his face.
“Oh fuck babe, I knew it…” I replied, panicking.
“No…it still feels good…just…different,” he moaned.
“What do you mean?” I pleaded.
“Well before…it was just my cock that felt amazing…this time…it’s my whole body,” he let out between gasps of pleasure.
I took a step back, scared, trying to spot the first sign of trouble.
Justin got there first.
“Fuck,” he growled, “I think I’m growing”.
With a spasm of shock, I realised he was right. It wasn’t his cock this time though…
I watched in disbelief as my boyfriend started to grow taller, millimetre my millimetre, his back still up against the wall where I’d left him.
“Oh no…Fuck…I don’t want this,” he moaned, his voice still deep. “Make it stop Dan”.
“I can’t babe,” I cried, “there’s nothing I can do”.
“Please…” he whimpered, his begging sounding odd in his bass tones.
Justin started to grunt as his torso continued to stretch. He’d previously been a good foot shorter than me but I knew that the gap between us was narrowing and fast – he’d already gained at least 3 inches.
“Oh fuck,” Justin moaned again, his face contorted.
It was then that I noticed that Justin wasn’t just growing taller, other parts of his body were starting to swell too, pulsing with the delayed effects of the injected serum. I watched, amazed, as his previously flat pecs started to push slowly outwards and his shoulders began to broaden. His biceps were swelling, huge veins exploding over them as the muscles demanded blood. Triceps, which had barely existed before, sprung from the back of his arms and his quads began to thicken, nicely framing his gigantic manhood.
Something changed on Justin’s face. The pain was gone…replaced by euphoria, ecstasy.
“OH FUCK,” he roared. “This…feels…AMAZING!”
The growth was getting faster and faster, no part of him left untouched.
“LOOK at these pecs,” he said in amazement, staring down as his chest continued to swell. His hands started to explore his inflating muscles, squeezing and probing their size and firmness. And still he continued to grow, passing rapidly the build of a swimmer and on to that of a professional gymnast.
I watched as he brought his arms up into a double biceps, flexing instinctively as I knew he would never have done before.
“FEEL THEM!” he ordered, his voice thundering, his muscles still expanding.
I stepped forward immediately, squeezing his flexed biceps with both hands. The rock-solid muscles felt like warm marble, smooth except for the drainpipe-like veins snaking across the surface. My fingers began to stretch apart as his firm mounds of muscle continued to inflate like balloons of granite. I started kissing and licking his biceps all over, staggered at the feel of them under my lips and tongue.
“Mmmm… WORHSIP ME!” Justin moaned, still flexing hard. “I’m going to be HUGE!!”.
I put one hand on each of his delts, feeling not just the growth of these muscles (they would soon be like cannon balls) but also the widening of his entire upper body. He was developing that inverted-V shape that many lifters toiled over for years, with broad lats spreading out from an impossibly tiny waist. My hands found their way to Justin’s pecs which were now jutting out over his abs, heavy with growing muscle. I could feel and see the striations rippling across them as he flexed hard, revelling in his new size.
I looked up and, with a start, realised that we were now the same height, looking eye to eye at each other. With even greater shock I realised that Justin had already surpassed me in muscle mass, taking on proportions I could only dream of. And, whereas my own muscle was covered in a thin layer of fat, Justin had next to none, making him look all the more impressive – every muscle was defined and ripped.
“HAHA…YES,” he roared, clearly coming to the same conclusions that I had. “I’M A GOD - ALREADY…BIGGER…THAN…YOU,” he added, pulling different flexes between each word, marvelling at his rapidly increasing size.
Without warning, Justin grabbed the back of my head, drawing me in towards his vast chest. As I started to suck on one of his huge, sexy nips I felt him wrap his pumped, vascular arms around my neck, pulling me in tight and surrounding me with muscle.
It was too much for me.
“Oh FUUUUCKK,” I moaned as, without warning, my body was wracked with the first hands-free orgasm of my life. I looked down to see my aching cock shoot streams of cum over Justin’s abs and tree-trunk quads.
Justin’s booming laugh reverberated against me.
“YES!” he roared, “Just the feel of my muscles is enough to make you cum”.
I didn’t have the energy or brain-space to feel embarrassed and I couldn’t exactly deny it…
“Get on your knees and clean me up,” Justin ordered.
I instantly dropped to the floor and looked up at the most amazing sight. My ex-twink boyfriend was now towering over me, mounds upon mounds of muscle adorning his frame and a continuous stream of pre-cum dripping from his obscene cock. His quads, complete with a perfect tear-drop of defined muscle, glistened with my seed which I obediently began to lick up. I’d never tasted my own load before but here, on my knees, in front of this beast I didn’t even hesitate…it just felt right. I moaned deeply, my tongue tracing the lines of his quads, simultaneously cleaning and worshipping him. I hungrily swallowed my cum, lost in an erotic muscle-induced daze.
“Mmmm FUCK…you’re a dirty cum whore,” Justin taunted.
I loved it and groaned with pleasure.
My face was now inches away from Justin’s huge cock and I moved to take it in my mouth again.
“No-no-no,” Justin chuckled, grabbing me by the neck and slapping my face hard with his thick, weighty cock.
That would bruise.
“My abs first…” he added, reminding me of my orders.
I had to stand slightly (he was still growing towards the ceiling) but lustfully I licked up the middle of his defined 8-pack abs, collecting more of my huge load in my mouth. I could see in front of my eyes and feel under my tongue that Justin’s abs were continuing to develop, sexy bricks of defined muscle pushing out from his torso. By the time I’d finished cleaning him he had a perfect, beautiful 10-pack that made me sick with both envy and lust.
“Good boy,” Justin cooed, watching me swallow my own load.
Boy.
I fell back onto my knees, looking up at Justin to see that the growth seemed to be slowing. He had to be at least 7 feet tall when it finally stopped and was bigger and more ripped than any professional bodybuilder I’d ever seen. His swollen biceps looked twice the size of mine and his shoulders had to be as broad as two normal men. Massive lats framed his enormous pecs which heaved as he breathed deeply, like the rest of his body totally smooth and hairless. His waist was as tight as it ever had been, making his legs look even bigger – huge thick pillars of muscle which met in the middle and would rub if he tried to walk. Only Justin’s face was unchanged, cute and boyish as ever but now sitting on the thick neck of a muscle bull.
“Fuuuck. I’m a BEAST,” he moaned, unable to stop flexing, pulling classic pose after classic pose. I stared up in amazement as he went through double biceps…most muscular…side chest… over and over. He turned, showing me a back that seemed to go on and on, a huge expanse of muscle upon muscle upon muscle, all seemingly competing for space. My eyes dropped to his massive glutes - two perfectly formed globes of ripped beef that jutted out at the base of his back like boulders of granite. He exuded power and virility.
“LOOK AT ME!!” Justin roared, turning to face me again and pulling a most muscular.
There was no chance of me looking at anything else.
Seeing his bloated muscles burst as he flexed I couldn’t help grabbing my cock and starting to jerk it hard. I’d never been so turned on in my life. I needed to cum again…badly.
“HAHA, I don’t think so…” Justin laughed, kicking my hand away from my cock with one of his massive feet. He then proceeded to push me backwards so that one foot ended up on my chest, pinning me to the floor.
“Justin…please…” I begged, struggling to get up but feeling him push me back down with the slightest pressure from his massive leg.
“You’ve had your turn already boy…it’s time for your muscle God to enjoy himself now,” he said, looking down at me as he wrapped one hand around his huge, throbbing cock and started jerking.
Soon, deep unearthly moans were escaping his lips.
“Justin…please…” I repeated. his massive foot was starting to hurt my chest.
He laughed.
“Oh I’ll let you up soon, don’t you worry,” he said, continuing to jerk his cock. “But first I think it’s time to reset the natural order around here, don’t you?”
“I-I don’t know what you mean,” I cried, my voice sounding pathetic and emasculated next to his deep growl.
More laughter.
“Oh I think you do Danny boy,” he replied. “Let’s start with what you’re going to call me from now on…any ideas?”.
“Justin…please…”.
“I just don’t think Justin will do the trick anymore,” he taunted, a thoughtful look on his beautiful face.
He paused for effect.
“Yes, I think either ‘Muscle God’ or ‘Muscle Daddy’ will be much more appropriate”.
The words hung in the air, lingering with meaning.
“No…Justin…be reasonable…”
“Come on now boy…say it!” he ordered, his voice losing its playfulness, now only rough and hard…commanding.
I struggled on the floor, trying again to get up. He pressed down hard with his foot.
“SAY IT!” he roared, pressing even harder, the huge muscles of his quads flexed and taut.
His strength was incredible.
Godly even.
Fuck.
“YOU ARE MY MUSCLE GOD!” I exploded, looking up at the towering beast above me.
I could feel the truth of the words.
“That’s better,” he growled, releasing some of the pressure on my chest and causing me to gasp with relief.
All this while he had been jerking his obscene cock and now he started to groan again, pleasure pulsing through his pumped-up body. Drops of his delicious pre were falling onto my face. Instinctively I tried to catch them in my mouth, wanting to taste him again.
Justin looked down at me, smirking.
No.
My Muscle God looked down at me, smirking.
I wanted to reach for my own cock but knew that I shouldn’t. He needed to be pleasured first. He needed to be worshipped.
“Please Sir…” I started, the words feeling right. “Let me worship you…”.
“Oh, I will Danny…” he crooned, “…but first, let’s see think about what you’ll be called from now on”.
He put on a show – more fake thinking. He exuded arrogance and power.
“Hmmm…yes…I think you can choose from… ‘Boy’, ‘Slut’ and ‘slave’,” he concluded.
Despite everything this felt like too much.
“Please…no…Sir…don’t make me,” I begged, some remnant of pride still intact.
“You see the thing is boy, I think I will,” he retorted, a smirk on his face.
In less than a second he had reached down, grabbing me under the arms and lifting me to my feet in one smooth motion. It was effortless. Despite the shock I had time to noticed how his enormous, peaked biceps bulged and his forearms flexed like strings of granite rope.
He still towered over me – my face was level with the top of his abs.
“WHAT ARE YOU?!” he bellowed, his deep voice shockingly sexy.
“I…I…I…can’t…” I stammered pitifully.
Why was I resisting? I needed to serve my God. I needed to please him.
“YOU NEED TO LEARN BOY!” he roared.
“I’m n-not your b-boy,” I whimpered.
Placing one hand under my jaw he lifted me up in the air, his strong fingers tight around my neck, my feet swinging almost comically below me.
Fuck he was strong.
“I can hold you here all day slut,” he taunted.
I didn’t doubt it. It was as if I weighed nothing.
I could barely breath. My vision was going blurred. I grabbed onto his thick forearm for support, desperately struggling to free myself.
“SAY IT!” he roared, all of his muscles flexed with anger.
It was an awesome sight.
I felt pathetic. Small before him.
Before my God.
“OH FUCK DADDY!” I screamed. “I’M YOUR SLUT BOY SLAVE”.
The words came tumbling out.
He let out a colossal, deep, bestial roar in response – his conquest now complete - before throwing me down on the bed.
I knew that this was how it would be now.
I lay there gasping for breath, looking up at my Muscle Daddy.
“FUCK YES YOU SLUT BOY” he shouted, flipping me over with one hand and then grabbing me by the hips and pulling me up on to all fours. I felt the heavy weight of his thick cock thwack against my ass, his big head teasing my hole.
I moaned loudly.
“Beg for my Muscle Cock,” he ordered, grinding against my ass.
“Oh FUCK DADDY – please give me your muscle cock,” I pleaded, pressing my ass back against him and moaning with pleasure.
I knew I needed him in me.
He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear.
“Say it so I can hear it boy.”
His voice was so deep, rumbling against me.
“PLEASE MUSCLE DADDY GIVE YOUR COCK TO YOUR PATHETIC SLUT BOY!” I screamed at the top of my voice, not caring if the whole world heard.
With that I felt his swollen cock head pressing hard against my hole as he grabbed my hips and simultaneously pulled me backwards.
“OH FUCK!” I cried as he entered me.
It felt like I was being split in two as his massive tool slid in. I’d never taken a cock anywhere near this big before.
I knew he wouldn’t wait for me to adjust and sure enough he pressed on, inch by thick inch as I let out continuous screams of pain. I didn’t want him to stop though, needing my Muscle God deep in me.
Take from:
River
River was a walking enigma.
Instagram, TikTok, Facebook- hell, I even tried looking for a yearbook. Nothing. I had nothing on the guy. Like an illusion, he merely appeared, did his work diligently and then promptly vanished. In fact, his most common phrase around the office was a “Sorry, I can’t- busy.” His distance seemed to put some people off. That only made me want him more.
When Chelsea threw a quitting party, he dropped in, chatted for a few minutes and then left without saying goodbye- except to Chelsea. He wasn’t rude by any means. I’ve only ever seen the guy be polite. I personally found it quite hot. His mysteriousness brought an allure about him.
During another quitting party- a dinner for Mark this time, I tried to make conversation, asking him why he was named River. I actually asked the question in a few roundabout ways. Most I ever got was a “just what my parents named me- they thought I’d have brown hair”. I tried to pry for his hobbies, asked what he did for fun and he only responded with a “I watch baseball, go to the gym, watch TV. I guess”, before asking me about mine. The conversation was cordial, and probably a little boring, but I was captivated. This had been the closest I ever sat next to him.
My breathing quickened, ever so slightly, as I watched his shirt struggle to contain the form within. I traced the vascularity in his hands, the craftsmanship in the sculpt of his neck, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut when he would reach to grab a napkin. There was a full plate of food in front of me but I was only salivating at one thing.
The conditions were not ideal- but what choice did I have? The guy was like a ghost. I laughed a bit at the irony. I sat right across, trying to filter the scents and the sounds of food and camaraderie to focus on him. This would take all my brain power. I steadied my breathing and sharpened my focus, as I continued to answer and ask mundane questions about some work projects we both had. I started my work, mimicking every microexpression, every slight movement. I tailored every word from my mouth- even my delivery to slowly match his. This had to be subtle, of course- I’ve found out the hard way in the past how creepy this process could look in public if done too quickly.
River’s eyes blinked slower, like a haze was forming in his mind. I followed suit, weaving my slight impersonation in and out of our conversation. Like a pulse, I felt our movements begin to sync. Almost there. Now came the tough part, slowly drawing him out and isolating him without lo-
“C’mon, let’s all get shots- uh… River you ok bro?” Mark asked.
He shook off his daze, surprised at himself before laughing off the weirdness.
I was pissed the rest of the night, forcing myself to hide the permanent glare I would have worn for Mark.
As the night drew on, River left early- of course, and I continued on, staying a bit longer to wish Mark well in one final toast for the night.
That would be the last time in a while I’d be so close to him. The following drought was unbearable. For the next few months, no one quit. No big holidays were coming up, and our office wasn’t much for parties. Instead, I had to satiate myself with glances and the occasional short conversation.
= = = =
“Does that work for you two?” My boss asked. I nodded readily, eyeing River’s response. Another nod.
Fuck. I practically jumped when the boss said those words. A presentation. A presentation with River. A chance.
I think I deserved an Oscar for my acting in the few weeks after we were both tasked with the presentation. A wrong font here, corrupted save there, a missed chart. I “worked” tirelessly on the presentation with River, making sure to leave enough mistakes and gaps to drag the process out.
The guy was too polite, and I knew I had to use that against him. I ran the clock, watching the days progress into weeks and his brow furrow as stress deepened. Of course, I had to play my part, acting innocent at every step. A quick “sorry” for every mistake I planted was enough to ease suspicion. I even faked a confession about roommate drama causing my decline in performance. I thanked how private he was in that moment- I lived alone. Ever the hero, River was quick to take on the responsibility- even covering for me on few occasions. I knew I had to get inside this man.
Then came the day before the big presentation.
“I- uh… okay. Maybe we can finish this at my apartment,” He stated, clearly uncomfortable. I held back a moan.
= = = =
“You can set your stuff down there”.
It was a bit boring compared to what I expected. He was definitely put together at work, so it was a bit surprising to see some mess littering his apartment.
A few posters dotted the walls. Some basketball guy, I guess. An action movie. A generic college banner. His furniture boxy and grey, and the carpets running through the floors were in need of cleaning. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his kitchen was pristine, practically sparkling, aside from a small collection of protein powders and supplements.
“Uh.. sorry I don’t really have any snacks.”
He sheepishly opened the near-empty fridge and offered me a choice in drink. Some kind of pre-workout beverage and water. I took the water.
“Okay, I need to head to the gym for a bit. You still have a few slides you wanted to add, right?” A Hoodie-wearing, duffel-toting River asked. I nodded, trying not to look too eager and straining to keep my eyes from staring at his well-defined legs.
And then, there I was. Alone in River’s apartment. Alone with River’s apartment. I ran to his dirty laundry pile.
“Mmmphhhh” My eyes rolled back as I took the deepest inhale of my life. These were River’s boxer briefs. The same ones he had just worn. Doused in the scent of a day’s work. It was damp- guess River was a sweaty guy, though the long walk and couple flights of stairs to get to his apartment may have also been culprit. I was paralyzed in bliss, as I took in every note of his natural musk.
It reverberated deep in my chest as I continued to circulate every ounce of River I could inside me. The underwear was practically glued to my nose and mouth before I finally relented and drew them away, gasping for air. Exquisite.
My dick jumped at the sight of a single strand of his pubic hair, like flickering flame. A perverse smile planted itself on my face as I gingerly pulled my clothes off. I shivered as the cold, damp fabric that had just touched his bare flesh was now touching mine. I felt his hair on my flesh, now caked in his sweat. The elastic snapped around my waist as I released, a bit tight. My breaths fell shallow, ragged as I sat there basking in his cold embrace.
Next came the tank top. I mentally hit myself for not putting it on first, as it was a significantly less erotic experience. Still, as I slipped my arms through the holes that his once filled, my dick couldn’t help but twitch in approval.
I ran to his bed, gripped his sheets, and stifled another moan with his pillow. This man had, until today, been a full on mystery to me. And now, here I was- deep in the recesses of his apartment, nestled in the indent on his bed, buried in fabric stained with traces his scent and natural grime. I was drowning in the all aspects of his daily life. It was an intimacy with River previously unheard of and practically a miracle I hadn’t cummed yet.
The next few moments were sluggish, mind hazy and drunk in pleasure, as I wore my jacket and pants over the River clothes I had already had on me. I mentally thanked myself for wearing tighter clothing earlier today, as I felt them compress River’s undergarments tighter on my flesh. I walked back, sitting on the dining table and pretending to work.
A few minutes later, the door clicked open and a panting River waved. He no longer had a hoodie on and left nothing to imagination. I eyed the feast before me.
I fucking knew it. This kid was ripped.
I salivated as my eyes followed every contour of the body that would soon be mine. His flesh was flush and glistening with sweat.
“M-must have been some workout,” I mumbled. I couldn’t stop myself from staring.
“Yeah, fucking kicked my ass today,” River said with a short laugh. My dick twitched. River never swore, never gave off a jockish vibe at work, but here he was, beaten tired and unable to contain his natural state behind a facade of politeness.
My lip quivered when his post-workout scent wafted into my nose. It was divine. True to his name, River had an earthy, deep musk about him. A delayed, almost sour afternote followed, the kind that clings to the nose. It riled me up, knowing this offensive, raw blast of testosterone had been working next to me for the past two years, hidden by layers of work clothes and pleasantries. River was cleaned, masked and sanitized for corporate America. And now I had a private showing to it. I was feral. I wanted-no, needed to be piloting this hunk for myself.
My trance was broken when River dropped to his couch, laughing slightly. This wasn’t his normal laugh- it dropped all pretense and I recoiled out of reflex, thinking back to that same laugh that emanated from the football jocks back in high school.
A lazy pair of eyes drifted up to meet me. “Sorry bro, just new a few minutes.”
I gulped. This was my chance. No need for precision, no need for focus. River was vulnerable. In any other circumstance, I’d be syncing to his movements, slowly, imperceptibly altering his as he would start following mine. Then I could pull him into my trance, lead him to a safe area as I continued the process. This was different. River served himself up on a platter for me, beaten to near immobility by his workout. No way was I gonna miss this. I stripped quickly, abandoning my original plan.
Without a word, I walked closer to him, grabbing his wrists.
“W-what are you”. In that instant, i jumped on top of him, allowing my body to follow the contours of his.
He grunted in defiance while I began to grind in pleasure. “Ughhh! Fuck bro. I can’t! I can’t wait. I can’t wait to be River!”
The process was quick- his drenched, energy drained flesh practically grabbed at mine, drawn by my own energy into itself. It was osmosis. I moaned as I saw the process start, and River’ meaty form encapsulate my own. His arms and legs splayed as he screamed at the intrusion. “What the fuck are you-“ He grunted in pain as he felt our two forms begin to meld. I laughed a perverted laugh, eyeing how deep I was inside him. His lack of energy had been his downfall.
I licked the inside of his head, feeling him shiver and whimper at the intrusion. I whispered venomously. “What am I doing?” I thrusted myself deeper into his muscled form, “I’m becoming River. I’m gonna wear you like a fine red suit.” I felt my facial muscles match his and pulled him into a smile he did not intend to make. “You boring prude. This body was built for sex. You’re starving this poor thing. I bet it’s backed up.” I whined in half-whispers. “Let me take you for a ride.” River moaned in horror, kicking his legs into the sofa in discomfort as his muscled back began to close over me. Possessing the ginger felt like a warm, dank hug. “You feel that?” I teased, this time his voice mimicking mine. He could no longer respond as it had become my mouthpiece. Instead, his head repeatedly slammed the sofa in resistance, forced to wear a smile that was not his own.
I laughed, feeling our combined chest heave in deep pleasure as I jammed my fingers deep into each bicep. I drilled into each arm, relishing in feeling his muscle fibers slip past me. Power. He shook as he tried in vain to resist my fingers filling into his. Putting on those vascular hands like well-fitted gloves. “Fuck yeah bro… that’s the stuff. Dominate me. Command me. Control my every move. My nerves are itching for their owner. Put this ginger meatsuit on…” I mock in his voice. Tears welled in my eyes, as I felt him continue to slam our slowly merging head into the sofa. I purse our lips before moaning further. “Wear my clothes…” My legs wove into his, twisting and binding into one. “Wear my personality…” the bottom half of our merged face laughs, while my new eyes blink away angered tears. I felt his memories begin to flow and surround mine. His rage and desperation flowed through me. The slamming slowed, coming to a complete halt as a reborn River’s eyes blinked into a lewd, sinful glee. “Wear my life.”
I stood up, piloting my new body towards the mirror. “You’re still in there, aren’t you?” River’s outward defiance no longer showed over his perfect flesh but his mind was a raging storm. “Good.” His body lit in searing pain, sore muscle tendon and fiber forced to flex. I felt the storm calm as he was stunned. I myself winced slightly before my arousal imprinted itself through River’s face. This was my pain now. I could feel every fiber of his musculature tearing and repairing themselves. Building back stronger with the pre-workout mix he had drunken earlier. Building back with me embedded deep inside. Our leg wobbled in pain, before I slapped it back into submission, forcing it to flex. “Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff.”
I roared and patted my new chest and abs. “YEEAAAH!” Just one last piece of me was left. An intentional dessert I had left not internally bonded with River.
I let his normally stoic face relay the erotic pleasure I felt in wearing this flesh. I then pulled a “serious” face, bringing pained biceps into a flex. “We gotta live up to our name bro… gotta let the river flow”. A greedy tongue licked the dripping sweat hanging off ginger hairs of his armpit. I wanted to savor this. The tangy, salty nectar lingered in our shared tongue before I began to make out with my new reflection. With a grunt, I slammed River’s pelvis into the mirror, groaning as my growing hard-on began to fill into his dick. At first contact, I felt our senses mingle and the cold metal of the mirror. I grunted, trying to reign in the lust. With our linked sensitivity, I could feel my original body’s dick worming itself into my soon to be River-flavored cock. I thrusted my rod up, relishing in the soothing bare metal beneath the perverse cock and cock sleeve combination.
I grabbed at my new rod with one hand, while the other greedily dragged across my new body, feeling every new muscle and crevice and damp piece of the hunk. River thrashed inside me, disgusted at feeling his own flesh violate itself. At watching this new carnal entity that wore his face and name.
“S-someone’s gonna find out. Someone will fix this” He threatened in my mind.
“No bro… you’re the perfect host. No one at work knows a thing about you”. I cooed in his voice. “When we quit, when I take this thick ginger cock for a joy ride-“ tug “No one…” tug “No one will know.” I groaned as the last of his dick bonded to mine. We were complete. “I’m River now!” I shouted before devolving into whimpers of pleasure as I felt River’s warm seed stream out of me.
River’s softening, sore wood was forced back into full mast as I eyed the full extent of my- now his- depravity. Not wanting to waste a drop, I smeared my new lotion onto my new flesh, caking in layers of his drying sweat with layers of drying semen. I could only hear gagging in my mind as River was forced to taste his own produce. It’s my body now anyways, why shouldn’t it reek of sex and his natural musk?
I've grown....tired of my life. Like, it's the same pointless thing day after day. Caring so much about making the world better. I work a sad little non profit. Living in the big city and making little money. I haven't been on a date with a gay in over a year. Straight guys have it so much easier. Sometimes I wish I was more like them...dumb... obnoxious and loud...always having some crude joke....hehe....that'd be fun...to be some loudmouth hot as hell straight comedian or some famous straight actor who could get away with whatever he wanted because he was dumb, hot and young. Like maybe a lean muscular dude or a big bodybuilding buff guy. It wouldn't matter just as long as you make me some obnoxious hot straight asshole.
You say you’re tired of your life… but I don’t think tired is the right word. The word tired suggests you‘ve used up all your energy, that you’ve reached the end of your endurance and need to stop. That’s not what’s happening here. You aren’t tired, you’re restless. It’s not that you’ve used up all your energy, it’s that you haven’t used any of it. You’ve been standing still, living the same life the same way for too long now, and now all that energy you were supposed to be using to be a real man has built up so much you’re about to burst, and as silly as it sounds I’m not speaking in metaphors. Masculinity has its own, literal, actual energy.
Not much is known about it. It’s been called a number of things throughout the years, one of the best known and crudest nicknames being ‘Big Dick Energy’. But what we do know is that it’s real, and you’ve built up quite a lot of it. That happens sometimes, when someone generates said energy but doesn’t actually use it by doing anything manly. See, every guy generates some, jocks generate a lot, sissys generate a little, and most people use just as much as they generate. But not you. You haven’t been using any of your energy, so it’s built up inside you and now… it’s going to burst out. From what you’ve told me it seems like you’re already experiencing the first symptoms. An urge to act manly, toxic and obnoxious. But that’s just the beginning. Soon the buildup will become too much, and it’ll take over.
The transformation will be almost instant. You’ll beef up, dumb down, and lose yourself in pure, toxic masculinity. It’ll come off of you in waves, and you’ll feel like it’s the greatest high of your life. But like every high it won’t last forever. Eventually, probably after a few weeks of fucking sluts and beating up nerds, you’ll run out of energy and go back to you’re regular self, probably confused and strangely horny. That doesn’t mean you’ll never see your straight douchebag self again. Once you’re overloaded by masculine energy once, it’s easier for it to happen again. Not only that, the next time it happens it’ll happen longer.
You could try to keep it from happening again. Do something manly regularly, something simple like watching sports or working out. Or you could let it happen again. Keep turning into a straight jock for longer and longer, until eventually you completely overload on it and end up like that permanently. Whatever choice you make, I’m sure you won’t be tired of your life anymore.
A New Daddy
Aaron sighed as he kicked another rock down the walking path. He found himself here a lot nowadays. It offered him some much needed peace and a place to think about his life. In reality, Aaron was overjoyed. His wife was due any day and he’d be a father soon. But Aaron was anxious. His dad was not much of a father and left the family when he was young. And because of that, the soon to be father was worried... what if he was a bad father? What if he messed up something? He never had a real role model. With another sigh, he sat down on the edge of a small pond and started skipping stones. As he looked out over the lake, he didn’t register the strange glow coming from the stone in his hand.
“I just wish I’ll be a good dad.” He whispered as he tossed the stone.
He watched as the stone hopped across the pond and with each hop glowing slightly brighter. He was fixated on the strange glow- it was perhaps one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. But his amazement quickly subsided as he felt a cool breeze pass over his bare skin. Wait... bare skin!? Aaron jumped up and looked down at his naked form. He quickly covered his junk and looked around in terror. Where’d his clothes go? What if someone saw him? Wait... since when did his chest hair look like that? Aaron watched as the light dusting of chest hairs that adorned his toned chest started to darken. And as they darkened, more started to sprout across his pale skin. He raised his hand to his chest, confirming that these new growths were real, but quickly yelped in surprise when he noticed the same wiry dark hairs sprouting across his arms.
“I need to get help.” He whispered, turning his attention away from the thick pelt that was growing over him, “Where’s my phone? Fuck did that disappear to? I’ll just need to ask someone... anyone...”
Aaron took a step forward to start his search and cried out in pain as his foot touched the ground. It felt like all the muscles in his body were contracting. He watched through teary eyes as his calves and thighs exploded with muscle- thickening and becoming large like tree trunks. He winced as he raised his arms and watched as his previously thin and toned musculature started to thicken. His forearms were first, followed by his biceps and triceps, which were becoming padded with thick layers of muscle and fat. While incredibly painful, he was amazed. What guy doesn’t dream of having muscles like this? But this wasn’t natural and he couldn’t do anything as his body continued to transform against his will. Aaron watched as his flat, but now hairy abdomen, pushed out with layers of fat. He’d never be called “beanpole” again, he realized. But just as his stomach was blossoming into a firm muscle gut, his hairy chest was following closely. He packed on layers of muscle and fat to his previously toned chest. All the while, a pleasure was building from nipples, which were becoming larger and perkier. Aaron let out a silent cry as a cold sweat washed over him and his muscles relaxed.
“I... need... help...” He breathed out, flipping over and forcing himself up.
He stood unsteadily on his thickened legs. He was certainly taller than before. And as he tried to reorient himself, he became unbalanced and fell to his knees. He met his reflection in the still pond water. It was still him. His light dirty blond hair, kind eyes, and youthful face. But... but he couldn’t help but noticed that his stubble looked slightly darker. And before he could do anything, he watched with dread as his facial hair became darker and started to form into a manly beard. He couldn’t turn away as he watched his dirty blond hair fall from the top of his head, until he was completely bald. And then a new feeling washed over him as his skin became tougher and weathered as his body aged rapidly.
“No... fuck no.” He whispered as he turned away from his new reflection, “This... how did this?” He winced at how gruff and deep his new voice was. This didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. He felt tears in his eyes as he looked down as his hairier, older, and thicker form.
And suddenly the world spun around him- shifting and changing rapidly. The now older man felt his head spin as the world around him changed. He was no longer in a park, but instead what looked like a home workout room. Weights and equipment scattered all around him. And as the world stopped spinning, he attempted to regain his footing, but fell with a loud bang.
“Fuck!” He shouted, his deeper voice again causing him to wince. He quickly looked around, but everything seemed to be tinted darker, “Sunglasses?” He whispered as he caught sight of himself in the gym’s mirror, “What am I wearing?” It looked like some type of leather harness wrapped around his chest, causing his muscular pecs to be more pronounced, “At least I’m not naked anymore.” He mused, looking down at the white jockstrap that covered his dick, “Where the fuck am I? I need to find Amy and get help...”
“Daddy?” Aaron froze when he heard the high-pitched, feminine, yet decidedly male voice. He turned and locked eyes with the man, “Oh my god, daddy are you okay?”
Aaron’s eyes widened as the younger man ran towards him, wearing nothing more than a light-blue jockstrap. Each step causing the platinum blond man’s ass to bounce. Aaron was mesmerized, his eyes fixated on the guy’s massive bubble butt. How perky and jiggly it was. How much he wanted to squeeze it. Wait? Squeeze it?
“I don’t need you.” Aaron spat, picking himself up, “Get away from me!” Wait... why was his cock growing? He wasn’t into men? Or their sexy asses. Sexy? Aaron gripped his head, “Wait... no... stop...”
“But daddy, I just want to help you.” The twink bit his lower lip and walked up to Aaron, “And you’ve been working so hard.” He traced his hands along Aaron’s hairy muscular torso, “Please daddy, just a taste.” He moaned as his hand slipped under Aaron’s jockstrap.
Aaron’s mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. He was going to be a father... but wasn’t he already a daddy? A daddy? A damn good daddy, right? But didn’t he like women? Wasn’t he married? Why would he be married? Since when was he ever with a woman? Since when did he ever want to be with a woman?
“Please daddy.” The twink moaned as he pulled down the jockstrap, freeing Aaron’s cock. And he didn’t protest.
As the twink wrapped his mouth around the older man’s cock, Aaron’s mind spun even faster. It felt so good, so much better than any time with a woman. And as he looked down at the slut on his knees, his ass jiggling with each thrust of Aaron’s monster cock, a new feeling washed over him.
“Deeper, boy.” Aaron commanded, gripping the back of the twink’s head and forcing his cock deeper, “Show daddy how much you want it.”
The twink obliged and Aaron threw his head back in pleasure. His spinning thoughts were settling down. His new identity taking hold. He was a dom daddy. A good daddy for his little slut. Nothing before this mattered- nothing ever mattered, just this. Even his old self was becoming content, quieting down and falling into a state of blissful pleasure. After all, he just wanted to be a good daddy? Wish granted, right?
“God damn, boy!” Aaron shouted as he came, sending torrents of cum down his slut’s throat. He sat down on the workout bench, while his slut breathed heavily.
“Oh daddy, thank you.” The twink moaned, “You’re the best daddy ever.”
Aaron smirked, “Damn right, boy.” He smirked at himself in the mirror. Fuck he looked good. A true man. His attention turned back to his slut, “Now boy, are you ready for round two?”