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Give and Take.

The streets were always Chris's hunting ground, especially at night. His chiseled abs glinted under the streetlights as he prowled, his tank top straining to contain his bulging muscles. His huge dick swung heavily between his legs, drooling with anticipation of his nightly feast.

Chris moved with the grace and power of a jungle cat, his bubble butt swaying hypnotically behind him. He always wore skin tight jeans to show off his assets. Most men couldn't resist the urge to stare at the sheer size and roundness of Chris's ass, even if they knew what horrors it held within.

Tonight was just like any other for Chris. He scanned the alleys and side streets, his keen nose picking up the scent of unwary prey. The homeless were always easy pickings, so desperate and unassuming. But what Chris really craved was a bodybuilder - a man with the mass of muscle to really satisfy his hunger.

As Chris turned a corner, he spotted a likely target. The man was tall and thickly muscled, his tank top struggling to contain his biceps. He had the typical bodybuilder's pose, arms akimbo and chest thrust out, ogling the women that passed. Chris knew he would be perfect.

Strutting up to the bodybuilder, Chris flashed him a cocky grin. His abs clenched and flexed powerfully. "Hey there, big boy. You look like you could use a workout. Wanna give me a hand?" Chris gestured to his pecs invitingly.

The bodybuilder, taken in by Chris's good looks and chiseled physique, eagerly stepped forward. "Dude, I'm always up for a pump! Let's do this!" He reached out to squeeze Chris's pecs.

As soon as the bodybuilder's hands made contact, Chris's pecs expanded and swallowed the man's arms up to the elbows. Then, with a meaty slurp, the bodybuilder's entire torso was engulfed, his screams muffled as he was pulled inside Chris's ribcage. Chris threw his head back and moaned in pleasure as he felt the bodybuilder's struggling form squirming inside him, his muscles starting to dissolve into Chris's own.

Chris ran his hands over his pecs, feeling the bodybuilder thrashing about beneath the surface of his skin. He could feel the man's struggles growing weaker by the second as Chris absorbed his muscle mass. The bodybuilder's face pressed up against the underside of Chris's pecs, his eyes wide with terror and confusion. His mouth and nose bulged outwards, straining to suck air from Chris's skin.

After a few more minutes, Chris's pecs relaxed and the bodybuilder's face receded into his flesh. Chris grinned, licking his lips. He could feel the bodybuilder's muscles dispersing through his own body, swelling his already impressive physique. His pecs were growing, the striations becoming more pronounced. His delts and biceps were inflating like balloons, the skin stretched taut and shiny.

Chris continued his hunt, roaming the streets and absorbing any men unfortunate enough to catch his eye. With each body he engulfed, his muscles grew that much larger and more defined. Veins and arteries become visible, pulsing with power. His dick slapped against his thighs, drooling steadily as it too swelled with absorbed mass.

But Chris's greatest prize was his ass. With each man he absorbed through his jutting glutes, the cheeks swelled that much rounder and fuller. The faces of his victims pressed up against the underside of his cheeks, their mouths and eyes bulging obscenely. Chris loved to feel them squirming inside him, their bodies liquefying and merging with his own.

By the time the sun started to rise, Chris's body had swollen to enormous proportions. His muscles looked like they were about to rupture through his skin, they were so massive and defined. His pecs were cantaloupes of striated beef, his delts and biceps cantaloupes. His quads and calves looked fit to burst, the shape of feet and hands visible beneath the surface.

Chris's ass was the most impressive sight of all. His cheeks were so huge and round they looked like they were about to fall off his body. The faces of dozens of men were visible on the undersides of his glutes, all of them still thrashing and squirming, stuck in Chris's ass flesh for eternity.

Chris flexed his muscles, admiring his new bulk in a storefront window. He beat his pecs and ran his hands over his giant dick and ass, grinning at his reflection. He was insatiable and this was only the beginning. There were always more men to be absorbed, more muscle mass for Chris to claim as his own. The world was his to feed on and Chris intended to gorge himself on the buffet of humanity.

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The Stud Shack

"The Stud Shack?" Eric read from the flyer with a voice conveying more than a little doubt. He was sitting squeezed in between two of his friends, Ryan and Noah, in the back seat of a car.

"Oh, don't mind the name, it's gonna be awesome!" Ryan, his best friend, chimed in from the left. "It's just a remote cabin meant for a getaway with a couple of dudes, nothing weird. And trust me, a weekend with your friends is what you need right now."

"Yeah, something to get your mind off -" Liam, in the driver's seat, was interrupted by a punch from the muscular jock to his right, Derek.

"Dude! Not cool. Eric, forget about that girl, she was a bitch anyway."

Eric nodded but remained silent. 'That girl' was his long-time girlfriend, who had left him recently. The pain was still fresh, but the trip with the guys was at least a welcome distraction, even though he would have preferred to spend the weekend alone watching TV and staring at the walls.

Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - his friends had a different idea and instead of leaving him to his moping, they had dragged him off to the woods for a 'guy's trip' - whatever that meant. Besides his childhood friend Ryan, with his carefully maintained Viking look, braided beard and all, there were Noah, Derek and Liam.

Noah and Liam were the nerdier types of the group, although they couldn't be any more different otherwise. Where Noah was a quiet and skinny IT expert, Liam was a loud and a bit chubby comic nerd. The two of them were playing DnD together regularly, of course, to complete the stereotype.

Derek, on the other hand, was a typical jock, with short-cropped hair, the physique of a quarterback and the brains of a post, although Eric had to admit that Derek was actually not the asshole everyone assumed a guy looking like him to be. Instead, he was rather warm-hearted and friendly once you got to know him. He was even a bit protective of the other guys in the group, especially the smaller ones.

Which brought Eric's thoughts to himself. He was pretty normal, all things considered, but perhaps the least manly of the lot, a fact he was constantly aware of since they started this trip. Not only was he rather short, he lacked all qualities that made a guy attractive to the fairer gender; there were no muscles to his frame and his baby-face was as smooth as the rest of his body. Even the two nerds were, in a way, more manly than he was: Liam was a sweater and had an aggressive natural body odor, a fact that he was thankfully fully aware off and successfully battled by changing clothes more than often and using copious amounts of deodorant. While this was certainly the dark side of manliness, it was still better than the nothing that Eric could offer in that regard.

Noah on the other hand... On the first glance, there were about as many male qualities to him as there were to Eric, besides the former being a bit taller. However, Eric had seen his friend in the shower after a rare occasion of them both going to the gym, and Noah's dick was *considerably* bigger than his own. That was also a point of envy for Eric, and it had stung quite a bit when his girlfriend had mentioned his 'cute little dickling' as another reason why she had grown tired of him.

No, Eric summarized, it had been a miracle he had been able to find one woman to date him, and that was not likely to happen again. Perhaps he should just accept his fate and stay single forever.

It was already getting dark as the car stopped in front of the cabin, and Eric had to admit that the place looked rather nice. Nestled between a few trees, the cabin was built out of large, sturdy logs and the whole area was illuminated by the soft lights of the setting sun. It looked a lot better than he had expected from a 'stud shack'. Perhaps this whole trip wasn't such a bad idea, after all.

As they got out of the car, Noah pulled a paper from his pocket and squinted at it in the fading light.

"Uhm, the door should be unlocked. And here's the Wi-Fi password. And the owner wishes us a 'transformative stay', whatever that means."

He shrugged, put the paper away again and stepped up to the front door to confirm that it was indeed open.

The inside of the cabin was tidy and rustic. The whole floor was covered in a plush carpet, and a few large sofas dominated the living room, along with a large flat screen. That was, however, not the thing that immediately captured Eric's eyes.

"What the..." he began, accompanied by similar exclamations from the other guys. Only Ryan's exclamation was a bit different: "Hot!"

In the middle of the living room was a stone pillar that supported the second story of the cabin. It was, however, not smooth. Intricately worked into the gray stone were figures winding around the pillar, in varying shapes and sizes and - that became obvious even from the distance - all very male and completely naked. Only on second look, Eric noticed that they were not consistently proportioned, as if depicted in a scene of in-between shifting into other forms. One arm of one of the guys looked considerably bigger than the other one, for example. On the third look, it got even weirder. What Eric thought to be separate figures were actually merged and conjoined with one another, forming a large sculpture of a strange mass of bodies that wound their way around the pillar, with no beginning and no end. It was an endless tangle of manly bodies, and he could see muscles bulging and flexing, asses round as melons and cocks big enough to be seen from the distance.

"That's... an orgy." Noah remarked in a dry tone.

"Well, at least we know now where the cabin got its name." Eric agreed.

"Yeah. Who would want *that* in his living room?" Liam said, equally confused.

"Me!" Ryan replied, still ogling the sculpture.

It was no secret Ryan was gay, openly and proudly. He could often been seen hitting on the next guy on Grindr and commented on men he found attractive so often it had become a running gag in the group. So, it was no surprise he had to comment on this piece of art, too.

"Dude, these guys are fucking *hot*. Look at this one's arms, and this one's abs. Fuck, I'd love to lick that chest."

"Ryan!" Derek exclaimed.

"What?"

"You're being horny again." Derek reminded him matter-of-factly and Liam chuckled.

"Ryan is *always* horny."

The other guys nodded, and Ryan laughed.

"Okay, okay. I'm gonna ogle this piece of art *in silence* then."

"Good. Now, how about we get settled in and start the weekend?" Noah proposed, and the other guys agreed.

They dropped off their stuff in the bedrooms and returned to the living room. Derek had grabbed a cooler full of beer, and soon, they were lounging on the couches, drinking and chatting while the TV showed the highlights of last night's games. Besides the large totem pole like pillar in the middle of the room, the 'stud shack' seemed to be nothing more than a cozy cabin. And, Eric suspected, since the column was load-bearing, it wouldn't have been easy to remove it, even if the owner didn't like it. It was easy enough to ignore, though, and the evening was filled with laughter, beer, junk food and stories, just as Ryan had promised.

The long drive took its toll and one by one, the guys went to bed, until only Ryan and Eric were left in the living room. It was time for a serious talk, as Eric saw it.

"Thanks for taking me along, Ryan. It is... nice."

"Hey, no problem, dude." Ryan replied, smiling. "We're friends. And I know that you wouldn't have gotten over her on your own, you need a bit of distraction."

"Thanks. Hey, uhm, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. Always. Shoot."

"You're gay, right? Do you think I'm attractive?"

"Wha- where does that come from?"

"My ex, you know. She dumped me. And I think it's because I'm not, well, handsome. I mean, look at those guys."

Eric stood up and circled the pillar, pointing at the various naked male forms. When he found a particularly attractive face, he let his finger brush over it and twitched back for a second as he felt like he had received a mild static shock.

"They're... hot. You said so yourself when you entered. And I am... nothing of that sort. How am I supposed to find a girl like that?"

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, man. You're a nice guy."

"Perhaps I am *nice*. But nobody cares for *nice*, at least no woman." It sounded bitter than he had planned.

Ryan sighed. "I can't believe I'm going to say this... But you are a great guy, Eric. Smart, friendly, always there to listen. There is a girl for every straight guy, even for a dork like you. And that girl will love you and you'll make her happy. You just have to find her first."

"Yeah. Thanks for saying that, Ryan. But how am I supposed to do that? I had to go to college to meet my ex and now that I have my job..."

"Look, I get it," Ryan interrupted. "You think you need to market yourself better. And you know what? If you think you need to do that, do it, man."

"Like, how?" Eric looked up and saw his friend grinning at him.

"Hit the gym, dude. Get those gains. Every girl wants a man with muscle."

"I... don't know. I don't have time, and I don't know if I have the dedication..."

"Then start smaller. Like... Grow a beard. Beards are hot! Look at mine."

Ryan ran a hand over his chin and the intricate braid in his beard.

"I don't think I could pull that off." Eric laughed. "My beard is so thin, it looks like a teenager's. I have literally no natural hair growth anywhere."

"Come on, it can't be *that* bad," Ryan laughed and felt Eric's chin. However, as he did, something weird happened. It felt like another static shock to Eric, and after a split second, a surprised look conquered Ryan's face, who was still grabbing his chin.

"What's wrong?"

Eric tried to turn his head away, but Ryan's hand followed.

"I... I'm stuck somehow."

"What?"

"Yeah. I can't let go of your face. It feels like... like I'm being pulled in."

As Ryan spoke, his hand moved forward a bit, and his fingers started to sink into Eric's skin.

"Woah, what's happening here?" The surprise quickly turning into panic as he tried to dislodge his right hand using the left one. But as he touched his hand, the sinking process spread to both of them and they disappeared up to his wrists in Eric's face, while his friend could only look in surprise, feeling nothing but a warm, fuzzy sensation.

"This isn't good! Dude! What is going on?" Ryan was full-on panicking by now, and his struggling only accelerated the whole thing. His arms were sucked into the face of Eric now, and they continued to move forward.

"Ryan!" Eric exclaimed in horror, but he didn't know what to do. Ryan's torso was being pulled in, too, and he could see his friend's face pressing against his own. Their lips touched, and suddenly Ryan was gone, and his feet had vanished into Eric's face. Eric was alone, safe for a heap of Ryans clothes in front of him.

"Ryan? Where are you, buddy?" he asked, confused, and his hand went to his face. It felt normal, and everything seemed fine. Had he imagined it?

But then, his hand touched his chin, and he was in for another surprise. Instead of his usual smoothness, he felt a generous amount of beard that had sprouted on his chin. It was nothing like the carefully maintained long beard Ryan had sported. Instead, it was a wild growth of hair, like one would expect from someone who hadn't shaved for a week. But that wasn't possible. This beard was longer than the amount of facial hair he had in total, and he certainly hadn't grown it in the last two seconds. And there was something else that was off. When he touched the unkempt hair, he felt... pride. It was such an alien feeling that it immediately became clear to him it wasn't entirely his own.

"Ryan? Are you... in there?"

He received no answer, but it *felt* like Ryan somehow. There could be no doubt. Ryan was somehow a part of him now. He should have panicked at that thought, but what Eric felt was something else entirely. It felt good. Right. As if his life had been missing a puzzle piece, and it had just been added to him. He liked the feeling, and he liked the new beard. It even made him a bit horny if he was being honest. Or more than a little bit perhaps.

He quickly gathered Ryan's clothes and disappeared into his bedroom, where he proceeded to jerk off furiously. He didn't understand one bit of what had just happened, but it was *incredibly* arousing. While he was pumping his shaft, his thoughts were drawn to men. It wasn't even a conscious decision, but it just felt right. So, as the image of his muscular buddy Derek appeared in his mind, his hand sped up and he was cumming in no time, spraying his cum on the bed sheets with a groan.

"Fuck, Ryan. Seems like you gave me more than a beard." Eric said, suddenly very tired. "Guess I'm gay now, huh?"

***

The next morning came, in after another jerk-off-session right after waking up, a certain post-nut-clarity set in. What should he tell the other guys? He could hardly tell the truth, that Ryan had been absorbed into his chin and had become his freaking beard!

No, he had to come up with a cover-story. And he needed to explain his sudden facial hair. Well, for the last problem, there was a solution.

"Sorry Ryan, I have to trim you a bit."

With that, he took out his razor and trimmed the dense stubble to a more believable length. He didn't want to get rid of it entirely, no, if he hadn't been in this situation, he wouldn't have shaved it at all. But Eric was confident the new growth would regrow quickly.

Explaining Ryan's absence wasn't as difficult as he imagined it to be, as well. After a quick breakfast with the rest of the team, Eric told them that Ryan had gotten up earlier than everyone else and had gone to a Grindr-date. It wouldn't have been the first time for Ryan to do that, so the other guys accepted the story, and the remaining four went on a hiking tour, as planned.

He received a few comments on his new stubble, which made him feel proud. For the first time in forever, Eric felt like he was making something out of himself.

The hike was hot and tiresome, and soon, they all were sweating profusely. Liam apologized constantly and was even more uncomfortable than usual. It was rather unnecessary if you asked Eric. Liam should just be proud of his manly traits instead of constantly promising to take a shower right after they returned to the cabin. But of course, the main attraction on the hike was Derek. The jock had taken off his shirt at the earliest opportunity to show off his impressive physique and muscles, and while the other two were ogling nature, Eric couldn't help but stare at his friend. A coating of chest hair accentuated the definition of his pecs and abs and was glistening in the sunlight as drops of sweat were rolling over his torso. Eric felt his shorts becoming tighter and he had to tear his gaze away to prevent an awkward situation.

Finally, they arrived back at the cabin and both Liam and Noah went straight for both the available showers, leaving him with Derek in the living room.

"You should take your shirt off as well, to help cooling off," the jock suggested, and Eric was happy to comply. However, as the minutes passed, Eric's gaze was shifting between his friend and the stone pillar. Derek was looking awfully good, and Eric felt a sting of envy. With muscles like that, with chest hair like that, he could surely have any guy he wanted. He would be a stud, the manliest man in the room. His eyes were fixated on the chiseled torso of Derek, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa. And then, there was the 'totem pole'. Eric didn't quite understand what had happened to Ryan yesterday, but it all started after Eric had touched the stone column. Perhaps, if he did that again...

Eric's hand was drawn to the sculpture, and he ran his fingers over the cold stone. He could almost feel the power of those guys in the rock itself. And, sure enough, there had been the mild static shock again.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Derek's voice brought Eric back to the reality. He saw that he had touched a face of a particularly beefy figure.

"Sorry, I was lost in thoughts. Hey, uhm..."

Did he really want to do that? But the new *urge* was getting stronger and stronger. Derek was not a clever man. This should be easy.

"Sorry, I'm still a bit sad. Could perhaps give me a hug?"

Derek looked at him suspiciously but then shrugged.

"Sure, dude." And he got up and approached his friend. Eric couldn't help but notice how Derek's pecs were flexing, and his abs were shifting with each step he made. They hugged and their bare chests touched. At the same time, however, Eric could feel his boner pressing into the groin of the other man, thankfully separated by layers of fabric. Before Derek could comment on the unwanted poking in his nether regions, however, the magic of the pillar took hold and the naked flesh of their chests touching merged together.

"Wha-" was all Derek could say before his body was being sucked into Eric's. His muscular arms were already gone, and he could only stare at the other guy in horror.

"I'm sorry, Derek. Don't worry, you will make a fine addition to my body." Eric didn't quite understand why he said that, but it felt... fitting.

Derek's head was sucked in and Eric's chest expanded, growing into a mirror of the muscular jock's own. At the same time, dense hair erupted from his chest, growing into a carpet that covered his pecs and his stomach. The feeling was incredible, like the orgasm earlier, only better. His whole body felt as if he was getting pumped up, and his muscles inflated all over. Derek's consciousness, however, faded into the mat of hair on his chest. It was a different feeling than Ryan's. Where Ryan had been a prideful presence, Derek was a calming one. It was almost as if his new muscles were reassuring him, telling him he was doing good. And, where he was constantly aware that Derek was still there and enjoying the ride, Derek's presence faded until it was only a faint background feeling. He was still there, but somehow less so than Ryan.

"Thanks dude." he said smilingly and ran his hands over his new muscle - and his new hair. It was ecstatic, intoxicating and addictive. Eric needed *more*. More to complete him. To turn him from the lame Eric he was to the stud he needed to become. And the urge was so strong that he couldn't fight it even if he wanted to.

His hand went to his groin and felt the boner that was still standing hard as rock against his shorts. Before he could start in earnest however, Noah and Liam entered the room, fresh from the shower with a towel around their waists.

"Is everything alright? I thought I heard Derek..." Liam began but was interrupted by Noah.

"Holy shit. What happened to you, dude?!"

He stared at Eric's new physique, and the latter grinned broadly.

"Like what you see, huh?" he said, and suddenly, he found himself *growling*. It was a deep animalistic growl, and the two other guys stepped back, intimidated.

There was no way he would be able to explain the scene, so he had to act quickly. His hand found the stone pillar and another mild shock made him aware of the power within.

"Guys, I'm feeling a bit lonely. Why don't you come here and give me a big group hug, hm? You both look so nice and clean and fresh, I would hate to leave you out."

However, unlike Derek, these two weren't quite so easy to convince. They exchanged a look and remained at a distance to the hunky guy.

"Dude, something's wrong here. Where is Derek? You should sit down, maybe we can get you some help..."

"I don't need help." Eric pointed out and circled the two of them, herding them away from the door and into a corner.

"I need *more*." And with a jump, he tackled Liam to the ground, easily overpowering the unfit man with his newfound strength.

"Your manly musk is *wasted* on you, Liam. You're too afraid to wear it proudly. Well, not anymore. Let's see how you like it in my *pits*."

He didn't give the other man the opportunity to react, instead forcing his armpit to Liam's face. It was only seconds before his pits made contact with his skin, and just like his chest with Derek, Liam was immediately sucked into the quickly moistening caverns.

Eric's pits grew deeper and started to sweat profusely. At the same time, he could feel the essence of Liam joining him as what had been Liam quickly dissolved into a dense coating of hair. Just as he was halfway absorbed, Eric quickly changed sides, giving his left armpit the same treatment. It was almost as if his pits were *hungry*, and the wet heat of his body sucked in the last of Liam's being until there was nothing left. Instead, his armpits were positively *hairy* now, and a musky and manly odor emanated from them and his whole body.

Liam's presence was clearly trapped in the bush of his pit hair, and Eric could clearly tell that he hated every second of it. But it was not like he had any choice. Liam was a part of him now, and he would have to get used to his new existence.

But Eric didn't have time to enjoy the sensations, since there was still Noah, who was cowering in the corner of the room, like a trapped animal. Eric growled at him and the other man winced. He was a lot weaker than Liam, and Eric would have no trouble at all to pin him against the wall.

He grinned a predatory grin and his presence and body odor flooded the room.

"You don't have to be afraid, Noah. It doesn't have to be like that. You can join me voluntarily... Or I can force you."

"I... I... Don't... You..." Noah's stammer was almost funny, and Eric chuckled, as he noticed the bulge forming in the other man's towel.

"Here's an offer. If you join me out of your free will, I am going to let you choose where you want to go on my glorious body. What's it gonna be, Noah?"

Noah's eyes flicked back and forth between Eric's armpits, his chest and his abs, clearly looking for a place to hide from the hungry pits that had just consumed Liam. His eyes stopped on Eric's crotch, however, and his large cock twitched under the cover of his towel. It seemed like he had made his choice.

"Say it, buddy. Tell me what you want. Which part of my hair do you want to become?"

Eric touched the totem column, getting ready for action. He knew what Noah wanted, but he wanted to hear it from the man himself.

"I... want to be your..." he stammered, but Eric's piercing gaze told him there was only one right answer and he had to say it.

"... pubes. I want to be your pubes. Please!"

"See, that wasn't so bad." Eric smirked. "Are you ready to become nothing more of a mat of dirty groin hair on my studly body? Are you ready to live a life in my pants, never to see the light of day again?"

"Yes! Please!"

Noah had given up on any resistance, and his hand went down to his own crotch and started stroking himself through his pants.

"Good. Then blow me!" Eric growled, and his dick sprang free from his shorts, rather short, erect and already leaking pre-cum. Noah was immediately on his knees and started servicing the dick of his friend, eager to please him. As before, a pleasurable warmth spread, this time in Eric's groin. He used his large hand to press Noah's face into his groin, feeling it and the rest of his body disappearing into the dense forest of his crotch.

Eric didn't feel the usual climax he expected, but the pleasure kept building and building. When Noah was completely absorbed, his dick was surrounded by a thick bush of black pubic hair, and he was hornier than ever before. But that wasn't everything. Several inches of length and girth had been added to his now massive tool, surpassing even what Noah had before.

"Fuuuuck." he groaned loudly, his hand furiously jerking his dick. Noah's consciousness was now with him. And unlike the other guys, Noah was perpetually horny. Who would have expected that from his quiet friend? He had to cum, and he had to do it right here, right now!

Eric's massive cock erupted into his hand, spraying rope after rope of cum across the stone column in the middle, leaving a sole man panting and catching his breath. Eric looked down on himself proudly. A new stud was born, and he was ready to conquer the world.

Getting back into writing isn't going as smoothly as I hoped! I sat on this story for way too long. I hope, you guys enjoy it anyway, although it's a tiny bit darker than usual!

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You Belong to Me.

(Image Credit to @PabloUrur on DeviantArt)

Chris stretched out his arms, his biceps flexing as he reached for the luggage on the top shelf of the closet. His wife, Rachel, watched with admiration, her eyes tracing the contours of his muscular back. "You're sure you don't want to come with us?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

"I've got some work to catch up on," Chris replied, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "I'll meet you guys at the beach house in a couple of days." Rachel nodded, knowing his job was demanding, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about his behavior lately. Their son, Timmy, looked up from his phone, his curiosity piqued. At 18, Timmy was beginning to see his father in a different light, noticing the subtle changes that came with his father's frequent business trips.

Timmy had always been in awe of his dad's physique. Chris was a towering figure, his shoulders broad and his abs carved like stone. Every summer, the men at the beach would turn their heads in envy, and the women would whisper about the handsome husband Rachel had scored. But this year, something was different. Chris's muscles looked more defined, his skin more youthful, and even his cock had seemed to grow, which Timmy had noticed in the locker room at the gym. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about his father's body was... unnatural.

Once Rachel and Timmy were in the car, Rachel turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life, and they pulled out of the driveway. Timmy couldn't help but glance back at the house, wondering what he would find when they returned. His mind raced with scenarios, each more bizarre than the last, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the road ahead. Rachel chatted away, filling the car with stories of what they would do at the beach house, seemingly oblivious to the tension that had taken root in Timmy's stomach.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Chris felt a sense of relief wash over him as the car disappeared from sight. He knew that Rachel and Timmy were safe and that he had some time to himself. He took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, his thumb lingering on Reed's number. Reed was a young man he had met at the gym, full of vitality and muscle that Chris craved. He had been planning this for weeks, watching Reed lift weights, noticing his bulging biceps and the sweat that glistened on his brow. Chris knew that absorbing Reed would only enhance his own power and allure.

He sent the message, a simple invitation to come over to help with some "heavy lifting" around the house. Reed, eager to impress the older man, replied almost immediately, accepting the offer. Chris felt a thrill run down his spine as he thought about the youthful energy and strength he was about to claim. He went to the gym and started to warm up, pushing his muscles to their limits in anticipation. The sweat began to drip from his brow as he pumped iron, knowing that soon he would be even more of an alpha than he already was.

When Reed arrived, his muscular frame filled the doorway, and Chris couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of the young man's bulging arms and chest. Reed was a beast in his own right, and Chris knew that absorbing him would be like hitting the jackpot. They exchanged pleasantries, and Chris led him to the garage, where he had set up a makeshift workout area. The scent of sweat and testosterone filled the air as they began to lift weights together, each grunt and flex a silent dance of power and desire.

As they worked out, the tension grew palpable. Chris noticed that Reed was glancing at him more frequently, his eyes lingering on the older man's massive biceps and the bulge in his shorts. The air grew thick with something unspoken, a silent acknowledgment of the primal connection between them. Chris knew that this was his moment, the perfect time to make his move. He suggested they take a break, his eyes never leaving Reed's as he offered him a towel and a bottle of water.

Reed's breath was heavy, his chest heaving as he took the towel and wiped the sweat from his face. "Thanks, man," he panted, his eyes flicking to the ground briefly before meeting Chris's gaze again. "What's up with you lately? You're looking more ripped than ever."

Chris smirked, peeling his shirt over his head. His abs rippled as he tossed the fabric aside. "Just a new workout routine," he said casually, watching Reed's eyes widen at the sight of his bare torso. The young man's gaze lingered on the thick, dark trail of hair that led from Chris's navel to the waistband of his shorts. The bulge there was impossible to miss. "You know how it is. Sometimes you gotta mix things up to keep growing."

Reed nodded, his voice a little shakier than before. "Yeah, totally," he managed, his eyes snapping back to Chris's face. "But, uh, your butt... it's like, really big. Bigger than any of my girl friends'."

Chris turned, purposefully revealing his bubble butt. It was round and firm, the muscles flexing with every movement. "Thanks," he said with a wink. "It's all part of the package."

Reed couldn't help but laugh, his eyes drawn to the mesmerizing sight. "Your ass is bigger than any of my girl friends'!" His cheeks flushed a little at his own words, but he couldn't tear his gaze away.

Chris chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very foundation of the garage. "It's all the squats," he said, patting one of the bulging cheeks. The motion sent a shockwave through Reed's body, making his cock twitch in his shorts.

Reed's laughter died in his throat as Chris leaned in closer, his musky scent enveloping the younger man. "Come on," Chris said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I've got something to show you that'll really blow your mind."

Chris led Reed to a dimly lit corner of the garage, where a large, ornate mirror was set against the wall. He positioned himself in front of it, his reflection casting a powerful silhouette in the shadows. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and then began to flex his muscles with a deliberate, almost ritualistic slowness. At first, nothing happened, but then the skin over his biceps began to ripple and stretch. The contours of his muscles grew more pronounced, and Reed felt his own body responding to the display of raw power.

Suddenly, two faces appeared beneath the surface of Chris's skin, one on each of his massive pecs. They were distorted, their mouths open in silent screams of agony. Reed's eyes widened in horror as he realized that they were the faces of men, trapped within the very fabric of Chris's body. The faces grew clearer as Chris's chest swelled with each flex, their expressions contorting with each movement. Reed felt his own heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps.

"You remember those two kids that went missing from the gym last month?" Chris asked casually, as if discussing the weather. He flexed his pecs again, and the faces grew even more distinct, their eyes bulging as they stared out from their fleshy prisons. "They had a lot to offer," he said with a smug smile, watching Reed's reaction with a twisted sense of amusement.

Reed felt his stomach lurch as he stared at the grotesque sight. The faces grew clearer with every flex, their silent cries for help etched in every line of their distorted features. He had heard whispers around the gym about the missing guys, but he had never thought...

With a jolt of terror, Reed realized that he was in danger. He had to get out of there. He spun on his heel and sprinted for the door, his legs pumping like pistons. But Chris was too fast. In a flash, the muscular alpha was in front of him, blocking his path. "Where do you think you're going?" Chris's smile was cold, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought of a chase.

Reed stumbled back, his heart hammering in his chest. "I-I just remembered something I forgot to do," he stammered, trying to keep the panic from his voice.

Chris stepped closer, his muscles tightening. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his tone low and threatening. "You see, I've absorbed so many men, so much youth and strength, that I can't even remember their names. But I'll remember you, Reed." His eyes glinted with a mix of excitement and malice. "In fact, I'll even give you a choice of where you want to live in my body." He gestured to his biceps, then down to his thick thighs. "You said you liked my ass, right?"

Reed's legs felt like jelly as he backed away, his mind racing. He had to get out of this situation, but he knew he couldn't outrun Chris. Panic surged through him as he weighed his options, his eyes darting around the garage for anything he could use as a weapon. But the room was bare, just the two of them and the echo of their heavy breathing.

Chris took another step closer, his grin widening as he watched the fear bloom in Reed's eyes. "You know you can't escape, right?" he said, his voice a seductive purr. "You're going to be a part of me, forever."

In a desperate bid to control his own fate, Reed dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving Chris's. His mind raced as he took in the towering figure before him, the bulging muscles and the promise of unspeakable power. "Your... your dick," he stuttered out, his voice trembling with fear. "I want to be absorbed... there."

Chris's smile grew, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Ah, a man who knows what he wants," he said, his hand dropping to the zipper of his shorts. He unzipped them slowly, the sound echoing through the garage like a gun cocking. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, and easily the largest Reed had ever seen. "You want to be part of this?" he asked, stroking himself idly.

Reed nodded, his eyes fixed on the monstrous appendage. It was both terrifying and alluring, a symbol of the power and vitality he had always envied in Chris. He leaned forward, his own cock pulsing with a mix of fear and excitement, and took it into his mouth. It was hot and heavy, filling his mouth completely. The taste of sweat and precum coated his tongue as he bobbed up and down, trying to take as much as he could.

Chris's eyes rolled back in his head, a low moan escaping his lips. He had never felt anything quite so erotic as a man begging to be absorbed into his body, willing to be consumed for the sake of power. His hips rocked back and forth, fucking Reed's mouth with a gentle rhythm that grew more intense with each passing moment. The younger man's tongue danced along the shaft, teasing the head with each pass. The sensation was electrifying, and Chris could feel the energy of his next victim coursing through him already.

With a final flex of his muscles, Chris pulled Reed closer, his cock deep in the younger man's throat. The pressure built, his abs tightening as he felt the climax approaching. "You want this?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. Reed nodded frantically, his eyes watering around the thick girth filling his mouth. "You want to be a part of me?"

Reed managed to choke out a muffled "Yes," his voice strained arond Chris's cock. The thought of being absorbed into such a powerful body was intoxicating, even as fear gripped him.

With a snarl of pleasure, Chris grabbed the back of Reed's head and slammed it forward, forcing his monstrous length down Reed's throat. Reed's eyes bulged as he gagged, his hands reaching up to push away, but his fingers only found solid flesh as if magnetically drawn to Chris's shaft. His lips had fused to the base of Chris's cock, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull away.

Chris's grip was like steel, holding Reed in place as he fucked his mouth with a ferocity that spoke of his need to claim and conquer. The young man's body fought against the intrusion, his throat convulsing around the thick member, but his mind was lost in the horror and exhilaration of the situation. He could feel his own cock responding, trapped in his shorts, as the taste of his own fear mingled with the salty precum that coated Chris's shaft.

Reed's eyes watered and his nose was squished against the base of Chris's cock as he struggled to breathe. His cheeks were hollowed out, his lips stretched to the breaking point, but still, he couldn't pull away. It was as if some dark part of him craved the power that this twisted union would bring. The panic in his eyes grew as he realized the depth of his predicament. His hands, once pushing against the unyielding flesh, now gripped Chris's powerful thighs, his fingers digging into the dense muscles as he tried to find some semblance of control.

With a final, desperate struggle, Reed's arms flailed, trying to grab at anything that could free him from this nightmare. But it was too late. Chris's cock grew even larger, the head swelling and darkening as it approached climax. Reed's body was being drawn inexorably into the muscular alpha's body, his form dissolving into the engorged member that filled his mouth. The pain was unbearable, but the fear of what was to come was even more terrifying.

Chris felt the surge of power as Reed's essence began to flow into him, and his orgasm hit like a tidal wave. He threw his head back and roared, his hips bucking as he shot his load into Reed's mouth. The young man's body convulsed, his eyes rolling back in his head as he was absorbed into the older man's body. The faces on Chris's pecs grew even more defined, their silent screams now muffled by the thick flesh that contained them.

As the last of Reed's form was drawn into him, Chris felt his muscles swell even further, his skin stretching tight over his newfound bulk. His cock grew even larger, pulsing with the life force of the young man he had just consumed. The room was filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, the thunderous rhythm echoing in his ears. He looked down at his now-empty hands and laughed, the sound echoing off the garage walls.

The ringing of a phone pierced the silence, and Chris looked around, his gaze landing on Reed's discarded gym bag. He reached in and pulled out the device, the screen displaying an unfamiliar name. He answered with a practiced ease, his voice a perfect mimic of Reed's. "Hey, I'm just finishing up here," he said, his tone casual despite the horror of what had just occurred. "Yeah, I'll be leaving the gym soon."

Chris listened intently as the person on the other end spoke, his mind racing with the implications. If he was going to keep his secret, he had to play this perfectly. "No, man, I'm good," he said, the words coming out in Reed's voice. "Just had a great workout with a new spotter." He paused, letting the lie hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "Thanks for checking in, but I'm all set."

The voice on the line was Reed's girlfriend, Emma. She sounded concerned, her voice tight with tension. "Are you sure?" she asked. "You know how I feel about you going to his place."

Chris, still in the throes of his post-absorption high, felt a twist of excitement at the mention of her name. "It's fine, Em," he said, his voice a perfect imitation of Reed's. "Chris said he had some protein shakes and supplements he wanted to give me. He's just helping me bulk up, you know?"

Emma's voice was a mix of relief and curiosity. "Oh, okay. I guess that's cool. I'll come over after my shift then."

Chris nodded, his eyes never leaving the mirror. "Yeah, that sounds great," he replied, his voice still a perfect imitation of Reed's. "See you soon, babe." He ended the call, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He knew he had her fooled, at least for now. He had to admit, he was getting pretty good at this.

Turning his attention back to the mirror, he began to flex his muscles again, watching with a perverse sense of satisfaction as Reed's face contorted with each movement. The young man's features were now a permanent part of his own, forever trapped in silent agony across his broad, muscular chest. Chris couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as he thought about the power he now wielded.

He stroked Reed's face, feeling the warmth of the younger man's skin against his own. "I'm going to get to know your girlfriend real good," he murmured, his voice still a perfect imitation of Reed's. The thought of claiming Emma, of making her his own, filled him with a primal hunger. He knew that by becoming one with Reed, he had also gained access to the intimate details of his life, including his relationship.

The faces on his chest grew even more defined as he thought about it, their silent cries now a symphony of desire and anticipation. Chris could feel the energy of the young man's love for Emma, and he knew that he could use it to his advantage. He had seen the way she looked at Reed, the way she touched him, and he knew that she would be easy to manipulate. The idea of her soft, feminine touch on his muscular body made his cock throb with excitement.

Chris went to his office, he slowly absorbed Reed. He waited for the time to pass, enjoying every second of his victim’s torment. Rachel and Timmy would not return for another few days, giving Chris plenty of time to absorb whoever he wanted. Chris smiled, remembering that Reed’s girlfriend was on her way…time for dessert.

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Sweat and Submit.

Chris strolled into the dimly lit gym, the scent of sweat and metal faintly lingering in the air. His muscular frame, a testament to countless hours of dedication in the weight room, moved with a grace that belied his strength. He tossed his gym bag into an empty locker and began to change, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of life. The only other occupant was a young man, Jamie, fidgeting nervously as he tried to tie his shoelaces.

Jamie looked up and met Chris' gaze, his eyes widening slightly at the sheer presence of the alpha male. "H-hey," he stammered, trying to act nonchalant as he straightened up. Chris smirked, his gaze traveling down Jamie's body, noticing the subtle definition of his muscles under his shirt. He knew what he wanted, and Jamie was it. "What's up?" he replied coolly, his voice deep and resonant, as he continued to strip down to his shorts.

Chris stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against Jamie's arm. "Just wondering if you've had a good workout," he said, his voice a low purr. The tension in the room grew palpable as the two men sized each other up. Chris reached out and gripped Jamie's bicep, giving it a squeeze. "Looks like you've been working hard," he murmured, his eyes locked onto Jamie's. The younger man swallowed hard, his heart racing.

Without warning, Chris' hand shot forward, his palm flattening against Jamie's chest. A sudden jolt of energy surged through both of them as their bodies began to merge. It was a process that defied logic, a dance of flesh and muscle that seemed to stretch time itself. The air crackled with a strange, almost electric energy, and the locker room grew eerily silent. As their skin melded together, the outlines of their bodies blurred, becoming one.

Jamie's eyes went wide with shock and fear as he felt himself being drawn into Chris' larger frame. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening, but it was futile. His body was no longer his own; it was being absorbed, assimilated, made a part of something greater. The pain was brief, a sharp sting before it gave way to an intense warmth that spread through him, filling him with a sense of power that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

When it was over, Chris stood alone, his body now even more imposing than before. He flexed his newly enhanced muscles, a smug smile playing on his lips. He had taken what he wanted, and now Jamie was a part of him, a piece of his growing empire of strength. But little did he know that the real challenge was just beginning to unfold.

The locker room door swung open, and in walked Jamie's girlfriend, Rachel. She was a petite blonde with a fiery personality and a figure that could make any man's head turn. Her eyes searched the room frantically, looking for Jamie. "Hey, have you seen my boyfriend?" she asked, her voice echoing in the stillness.

Chris turned to face her, his now bulging pecs a silent testament to his recent conquest. He feigned ignorance, his grin widening as he felt the remnants of Jamie's essence squirm within him. "Nope, haven't seen him," he lied, his tone casual and carefree. Rachel's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion in her gaze as she took in Chris' unchanged attire.

Without missing a beat, Chris leaned against the lockers, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "What's up?" he asked, his voice a smooth drawl that seemed to caress Rachel's ears. She took a step closer, drawn to the alpha male's aura like a moth to a flame. "I was just wondering if he was done with his workout," Rachel replied, her voice a little shakier than she intended. "Maybe he forgot we had plans tonight."

Chris' smile grew predatory as he took in Rachel's flustered state. He knew the power he now wielded, and he was going to use it to his advantage. "I'm sure he's just running a bit late," he said, his eyes flicking down to her tight yoga pants and the way they hugged her curves. "Why don't you wait for him in here? I'm sure he'll be out soon." Rachel nodded, biting her lower lip as she leaned against the locker beside him. The tension between them grew thick, charged with a mix of confusion and burgeoning desire.

Sensing her vulnerability, Chris reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from her face, his touch lingering just long enough to make her shiver. Rachel's breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch without realizing it. Inside, the echo of Jamie's thoughts grew frantic, trying to warn her, but it was too late. Chris had her in his sights, and he wasn't going to let her slip away. "You know," he began, his voice low and seductive, "you look like you could use a little... stress relief." Rachel's cheeks flushed as she met his gaze, her pulse quickening.

The next moment, Chris' hands were on her hips, pulling her closer to his now massive body. Rachel's eyes went wide with shock, but before she could protest, his lips were on hers, claiming her mouth in a kiss that was both dominant and demanding. She melted against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as his tongue danced with hers, exploring and conquering. The absentee part of Jamie watched in horror, feeling his own body betraying Rachel as he became a silent, powerless witness to his girlfriend's seduction.

The kiss grew more heated, Rachel's hands moving to Chris' bulging biceps, feeling the power that now resided within them. Her own strength seemed to drain away as she became lost in the moment, her body responding to the alpha's touch despite her better judgment. She could feel the bulge in Chris' shorts growing, a stark reminder of his intentions. And as she kissed him back, her mind racing with conflicted emotions, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what Jamie felt when he was with other men.

With a gentle push, Chris guided Rachel to her knees, his hand cupping the back of her head as he stepped out of his shorts, revealing his monstrous cock. It was a sight to behold, a thick, veiny shaft that seemed to pulse with the energy of the men he had absorbed, including Jamie's own. Rachel's eyes widened as she took in the size of it, her mouth going dry. The last thing Jamie felt was his own dick shrinking in comparison, a painful reminder of his loss of identity and manhood.

Chris leaned back against the lockers, a smug smile playing on his lips as Rachel stared up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and confusion. He turned his head slightly to look in the mirror, watching as Rachel tentatively reached out to touch him. In the reflection, he could see the outline of Jamie's face, contorted in silent agony and rage. "Go on," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Show me how much you want it."

Rachel's hand wrapped around his shaft, her fingers barely able to meet around its girth. She took a deep breath and leaned in, her mouth parting to take him in. As her lips made contact with his cock, Jamie felt a jolt of pure pleasure, his own dick reacting against his will. Chris groaned in approval, his hips bucking slightly as Rachel began to bob her head, trying to take him deeper. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, as he watched her struggle with his size. Each time she gagged or choked, Jamie felt a twinge of satisfaction mingled with his horror, his own desires being played out through Chris' actions.

The locker room mirror reflected the scene, a twisted tableau of seduction and betrayal. Rachel's eyes watered as she fought to deepthroat Chris, her cheeks hollowing with each desperate attempt. The alpha male's eyes never left the reflection, his smile growing as he watched the woman he had claimed for his own pleasure. Inside, Jamie was screaming, his mind reeling from the violation, but his body remained a willing participant, his own lust betraying him even as he was being erased. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on him, but his voice remained silent, his thoughts trapped in the prison of his own flesh.

Chris' grip tightened in Rachel's hair, pulling her back and forth as he grew closer to climax. His abs rippled with each thrust, his muscles bulging with the power of the men he had consumed. Rachel's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, driven by a primal need that she didn't fully understand. The room grew hazy with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady mix that only served to fuel the fire burning within her.

And as Rachel finally managed to take him all the way, her throat convulsing around his swollen head, Chris let out a roar of triumph, feeling Jamie's essence quiver within him. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head as she choked and gagged, her body shaking with the effort. But she didn't stop, driven by the overwhelming need to please the man who now controlled her every desire.

The tension grew, the air thick with it, until finally, with a shudder, Chris released his load into Rachel's mouth. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his as she milked the last drops from him, her cheeks flushed and her breathing ragged. As she pulled back, a drop of cum slipped down her chin, and Chris reached out to wipe it away, his thumb lingering on her soft skin, tasting the mixture of their pleasure. Rachel looked up at him, a strange mix of lust and fear in her eyes, and for a moment, it was as if she could see the monster that had taken her boyfriend's place.

But the alpha male wasn't done yet. He turned away from her, his back muscles rippling as he bent over, presenting her with his round, muscular ass. Rachel's eyes went wide as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into his crack, the soft flesh enveloping her nose and mouth. She gagged, the scent of his musk filling her nostrils, but the strength in his grip was undeniable. Chris chuckled darkly, watching in the mirror as Rachel struggled against his overwhelming power.

With a sadistic smirk, he began to tense and relax his glutes, smothering her face in his ass. Rachel's muffled protests grew louder, but she was powerless to resist as he used her mouth and nose to pleasure himself. Inside, Jamie's spirit was in agony, feeling every indignity, every moment of humiliation, as if it were happening to him. Rachel's hands clawed at the floor, trying to push herself away, but she was trapped in a prison of lust and fear.

Chris' grin grew wider as he felt Rachel's breathing become more erratic, her struggles weaker. He knew he had broken her, claimed her fully for his own twisted games. The pleasure of dominating her, of taking what was once Jamie's and making it his, was almost too much to bear. He pushed her away gently, his cock still hard and gleaming with her saliva. Rachel stumbled back, gasping for air, her eyes filled with a mix of horror and desire that made Chris' heart race. He knew she would be back for more, that the power of his new form was irresistible.

And as Rachel stumbled out of the locker room, her eyes never leaving Chris' still-erect dick, the alpha male felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He had conquered not just Jamie's body, but his girlfriend's will too. The locker room was quiet once again, but the echoes of their encounter lingered, a testament to his growing dominance. As Rachel disappeared from view, Chris turned back to the mirror, flexing his new muscles with a smirk.

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"Dude, I swear, if you don't stop talking about my ass, I'm gonna make you eat your words," Nick said, his voice a mix of irritation and amusement as he threw a pillow at Josh's grinning face. They had been best friends since high school, but lately, the constant teasing was getting under Nick's skin.

Josh, unfazed by the pillow assault, chuckled and sipped his drink. "What's the matter, Big N? Can't handle a little flirting?"

Nick's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He'd had enough of the relentless jabs at his expense. Standing up from the couch, he towered over the cocky, smaller man. "Alright, I've got something that'll shut you up," he said, walking over to his bookshelf. He pulled out a small vial of powder, hidden behind a book titled "Quantum Mechanics for Dummies." It was a gag gift from a past birthday, but Nick had found a peculiar use for it.

"What's that?" Josh asked, his curiosity piqued.

Nick smirked as he approached, the vial glinting in the dim light. "It's a little something that'll give you a taste of your own medicine," he replied, shaking the powder into Josh's drink. He watched as the substance dissolved, leaving no trace.

Josh took a gulp, feeling the cold liquid trickle down his throat. "What the hell did you put in here?" he coughed, his eyes watering slightly.

"Just a little... perspective," Nick said with a wink. He sat back down, watching his friend closely.

Moments later, Josh's eyes began to widen in shock as his body started to shrink rapidly. "What the fuck, Nick?!" he shouted, his voice squeaking as he looked down at his now tiny hands. The room around him grew larger, the furniture becoming towering giants. His cockiness evaporated into sheer panic.

Nick leaned back on the couch, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. "You wanted a piece of me, didn't you?" He took a sip of his own drink, the same one he had offered to Josh, and felt a rush of power surge through him. "Now, you'll get more than you bargained for," he said, his voice deep and commanding.

The world around Josh grew even larger, the fabric of his reality stretching to an impossible scale. His heart hammered in his tiny chest as he stared up at Nick, who now looked like a giant deity looming over him. Nick's fingers grew into monstrous sausages, and his teeth resembled boulders ready to crush him.

"Please, Nick, stop this!" Josh squeaked, his voice barely audible in his new, miniature form. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Nick's smile only widened as he reached down and plucked him from the floor like a tiny, squirming toy.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," Nick said, his eyes glinting with mischief. He brought Josh closer to his face, the warmth of his breath making him tremble. "You see, I've had enough of your shit, and now it's time for you to learn who's really in charge here."

Josh struggled in Nick's grip, his tiny limbs flailing against the giant's unyielding fingers. The room spun around him as he was suddenly placed on the cold, hard marble countertop in the kitchen. Everything was so massive, so overwhelming. He felt utterly powerless, his bravado from earlier now a distant memory.

"Nick, please, this isn't funny," he begged, his voice echoing pathetically in the cavernous space. But Nick just chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a newfound thrill. He picked up a jar of peanut butter, the label seemingly the size of a billboard to Josh.

"You know what I've always wondered?" Nick said, his deep voice booming in the vast kitchen. "How it feels to be completely powerless at the mercy of someone else." He unscrewed the jar with an alarming ease, the sound of it echoing through the room like thunder. The scent of the peanut butter filled the air, thick and suffocating to the tiny man trapped on the countertop.

Josh's eyes widened in horror as he watched Nick's giant spoon scoop out a dollop of the sticky substance. It looked like a mountain to him, a golden-brown monolith of despair. "Please, man, don't do this," he whispered, his voice cracking with fear.

But Nick's grin only grew more sinister. "Why not?" He dipped the spoon down, the peanut butter seemingly an eternity away from the counter. "You've always had such a smart mouth. Now, let's see how it feels to be the one on the receiving end of the teasing."

With a swift motion, he scooped up Josh, plunging him into the sticky abyss. Josh screamed, his tiny voice muffled by the thick goo as it enveloped him. The taste was overpowering, the stickiness clinging to every part of him, making it impossible to move. His world was now a sea of brown, with no escape in sight.

Nick held the spoon up to his own mouth, licking off a bit of the peanut butter that had clung to the side, smacking his lips. "Mmm, you're just the right amount of salty," he teased, watching the minuscule form of his friend squirm and gasp for air.

"This is fucked up, Nick!" Josh managed to sputter out, his tiny hands flailing against the sticky prison. His body was covered in the gooey substance, making it impossible to get a firm grip on anything.

Nick just chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to fill the entire room. "You're right," he said, his voice now a deep rumble that made the kitchen counters vibrate. "But you're the one who didn't know when to quit." He leaned in closer, his face now a blur of features as seen from Josh's perspective. "Now, you're going to learn what it's like to be the little one for once."

With a flick of his wrist, Nick brought the spoon closer to his mouth, the peanut butter-covered figure of Josh still struggling on it. The smell of the peanut butter was now overwhelming, mixing with the faint scent of Nick's skin and cologne, creating a cocktail of fear and arousal in the trapped man's nostrils. He didn't know how to feel about it, his mind racing with confusion and horror.

"Ready to apologize?" Nick taunted, his breath hot and minty on the spoon.

Josh's tiny voice was muffled by the peanut butter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please, just put me back!"

Nick hovered the spoon near his mouth, then abruptly pulled it away, making Josh's stomach lurch. "Oh, I don't think so," he said, his smile wicked. "You're going to be my little secret now, aren't you?"

Panic set in as reality dawned on Josh. He was truly trapped, a toy for his best friend's twisted amusement. "Nick, please, don't do this," he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.

Ignoring his cries, Nick's massive hand descended upon him, plucking him from the sticky spoon and placing him precariously on the waistband of his own underwear. The fabric felt like a tightrope under his tiny form, the warmth and dampness from Nick's body making him squirm with a mix of revulsion and a strange, unwelcome excitement.

Josh gulped as he found himself nestled between Nick's firm buttocks, the musky scent of his ass enveloping him like a cloud. He couldn't believe the turn his life had taken in such a short amount of time. The world around him was now a sea of skin, muscle, and fabric, with the occasional glimpse of the room beyond the waistline of Nick's pants.

Nick's giant finger emerged from the horizon of his vision, pressing down on him. Josh squirmed, feeling the weight of it, and the heat of his body pressing him into the sweaty crevice. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, laundry detergent, and something undeniably male that made his heart race. He didn't know if it was fear or arousal, but his body was responding in ways he had never felt before.

Nick's finger slid along his body, leaving a trail of sticky wetness from the peanut butter. Then, without warning, it pushed him out of the safety of his underwear, making him slip down the curve of his ass. Josh screamed, his voice echoing in the vast expanse of fabric. He could feel the coolness of the air outside, the stark contrast from the warm, confined space he'd been in.

As Nick's finger retreated, the tightness of his ass cheeks closed around him, the pressure increasing until it was almost unbearable. The musky scent of Nick's body washed over him, suffocating him in its intensity. He tried to push himself out, but the giant's cheeks were too strong, too powerful. He was trapped, the fabric of the underwear pressing against his face, the elastic digging into his skin like a vice.

Nick chuckled, watching the tiny figure of his best friend squirm between his buttocks. "You like that, don't you?" he teased, his voice reverberating in the vastness of his own body. The thought of Josh's tiny body, so vulnerable and at his mercy, filled him with an odd sense of power and satisfaction. He had always been the dominant one in their friendship, but now he had the means to really drive it home.

Josh's world was a prison of flesh and fabric. The heat was stifling, the scent of Nick's body washing over him in waves that made his head spin. He could feel the soft hairs of Nick's ass brushing against his skin, sending a shiver up his spine. His heart raced as the giant's finger approached again, the anticipation of the painful pressure mixing with the humiliation of his new reality.

"Let's see if you can handle the full experience," Nick murmured, his voice a deep, sinful promise. The finger descended, pushing Josh further into the crevice of his butt. The pressure was immense, the fabric of the underwear acting like a second skin against his face. He gasped for air, feeling the warmth of Nick's body all around him.

The giant's finger retreated again, only to push him back in with more force. Josh's tiny body was a plaything in Nick's game of dominance, the musky scent of his ass suffocating him. Each time the finger retreated, it left a sticky trail of peanut butter, mixing with the sweat of his own fear. He was trapped, unable to escape the claustrophobic confines of Nick's body.

Nick leaned back, feeling the weight of his smaller friend against his ass. He couldn't help but smirk at the power he now held over Josh. "You're going to be my little secret," he murmured, the words vibrating through his body and into Josh's ears. "My personal toy to play with whenever I want."

Josh's heart raced, his body sticky and trapped. He could feel the fabric of Nick's underwear against his face, the elastic digging into his skin as he was pushed in and pulled out, over and over again. It was a relentless game of cat and mouse, with Nick's finger acting as the cruel tormentor.

"Please, stop," Josh whimpered, his voice barely a squeak in the vastness of the room.

Nick's laughter boomed in response, sending vibrations through his ass and into the fabric of his underwear. "But you're having so much fun," he teased, his finger pushing down harder, making the fabric tighten around Josh's face. He could feel the warmth of Nick's skin, the smell of his sweat, and the coarse fabric of the underwear. It was a suffocating, terrifying sensation that left him feeling utterly helpless.

"I hate you," Josh gasped, his voice muffled by the fabric. But even as he said it, he felt his own cock twitch in response to the situation, the fear and humiliation mixing with a bizarre excitement.

"Is that so?" Nick chuckled, his voice low and mocking. "You know, I think you might actually start to enjoy this. You've always had a thing for me, haven't you?" He squeezed his cheeks together, trapping Josh even further, making him squirm and struggle.

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The hardest part is always trying to get your clothes on after shoving a guy up your inflated cheeks.

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“Looking for your dad? Look no further! Why don’t you come join him?”

Share your peach by submitting to my DM's. No hole please.

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Public Prey

“Everyone gather round! He’s about to make Jacob disappear.” Called Matt, Jacob’s friend.

With haste, Jacob’s face was no longer visible. Obscured by the man’s asscheeks. People walking past couldn’t help but stop and stare, infatuated with the obscene display before them. You could see in their eyes they were scared, even jealous - some of the prey and some of the predator.

Minutes had passed and now Jacob had completely disappeared into the man’s body. The only thing that could be seen was the outline of Jacob’s hands and face through the man’s stomach.

“That was so worth the money! Okay you can let him out now so we can go on with the stag weekend.” Matt spoke excitedly.

“Haha, yeah sure.” Mocked the man

“Come on man, we had a deal. I want my friend AND my money back”

The man scoffed. “Fine, here’s your money.” He held out the stack of notes Matt had given him. Matt reached out and before he could even react the man grabbed him by the hair and shoved him head first up his ass. Jacob had stretched the man’s hole and Jacob was a lot bigger than Matt.

Before long, Matt had joined Jacob in the man’s distended stomach. Everyone looked on in horror, but some with admiration. The rest of the stag group watched as the man walked away, carrying the groom and the best man with him.

How would they ever explain this to the bride?

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Luring prey 101

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Arab uncle drains his nephew

Samir yawned and stretched as he got out of bed, his dusky olive skin contrasting against the crisp white of his cotton thobe. At 45, the Lebanese father of three was starting to feel his age. He caught a glimpse of himself in the ornate gilt-framed mirror and sighed. While he'd never been a large man, his formerly lean physique was starting to soften, his stomach rounding out above his sirwal and his arms losing their wiry tone.

"Yallah, I need to start exercising again," he muttered to himself, stroking his neatly trimmed beard.

As he headed to the bathroom, he nearly collided with a wall of tawny muscle. His nephew Tariq, who was staying with them for the summer, loomed in the doorway, his skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat from his morning prayers and calisthenics. The 20-year-old was an absolute Adonis, his tall, powerful frame packed with perfectly sculpted brawn, straining the seams of his sleeveless white thobe. His traditional red and white shemagh was slightly askew, untamed black curls peeking out, framing his striking aquiline features and smoldering dark eyes.

"Sabah al-khair, 'Ammu Samir," Tariq rumbled in his deep, resonant baritone, his voice rich with the musical cadence of Levantine Arabic. "You look like you could use some cardamom coffee to put some pep in your step, old man. I know your constitution isn't what it used to be."

Samir flushed, biting back a retort. "Shukran, but I think I can manage," he said stiffly. It was just good-natured ribbing, he told himself, even as he felt a pang of envy at Tariq's effortless virility. What he wouldn't give for a taste of that youthful power and vigor.

As he brushed past Tariq into the bathroom, their bare arms touched. Instantly, Samir felt a jolt of electricity crackle through him. He gasped, bracing himself against the marble sink as a wave of dizziness washed over him. In the mirror, he swore his reflection was... changing?

Before his eyes, the soft flab melted off his frame. His midsection tightened, hints of abs peeking through the gap in his thobe. His arms and legs regained the lean, wiry musculature of his youth, his biceps filling out the sleeves of his undershirt. His slouched shoulders straightened and broadened, his posture improving to project a newfound confidence. He looked robust, vital, like a man ten years younger.

Tariq suddenly shuddered in the mirror behind him and Samir startled. Was his nephew slouching? Samir could have sworn that he used to be eye level with the boy's plump pecs, but now he was staring right into their center.

"Mashallah, 'Ammu, looking good," Tariq said, clapping a massive paw on Samir's newly sturdy shoulder. "A few months training with me and inshallah, you'll be almost as big and strong as your nephew, eh?"

He threw Samir a wink and sauntered out, his sandaled feet nearly cracking the marble tile with each heavy step. Samir shook his head wryly. Tariq had always been a big boy - clearly took after his father's side. Perhaps with this newfound energy, he would take the young man up on his offer to get back in shape.

...

A few days later, Samir found himself in the makeshift gym in the garage, spotting Tariq as he benched a truly prodigious amount of weight, grunting Arabic encouragements. Tariq's performance was flagging slightly, his reps slower and more labored than last week. He was still monstrously strong, but perhaps not the utterly untouchable mountain of power he'd been before.

As they racked the weights and sat up, Tariq's sweaty arm brushed Samir's... and again, that electric jolt, that head rush. Samir watched in awe as his own arms seemed to swell before his eyes, his biceps and triceps growing, pulsing with vascular striations. His shoulders broadened, stretching his sweat-soaked sleeveless tee. Pectoral muscles barreled out above his tight six-pack, two brawny slabs of beef heaving with new mass.

It was as if he'd gained 20 lbs of muscle on the spot. He looked like he lifted seriously now, his frame dense with carved, powerful sinew and brawn. Tariq, on the other hand, while still unquestionably huge and imposing, seemed slightly... diminished. A little shorter, a tad less impossibly broad and thick. He looked more like the biggest, buffest guy at the mosque now rather than an avatar of masculine perfection.

"Wallahi, 'Ammu!" Tariq exclaimed, a note of surprise and something almost like unease creeping into his usually unflappably cocky tone. "What's your secret? I swear you get bigger by the day!"

Samir just smirked and flexed a bulging bicep, feeling a thrill as he watched his nephew's gaze widen with shock and awe at the size and definition. "Maybe you've been slacking on the halal meat, son," he teased. "Need to get more protein to maintain those gains."

Tariq just laughed, but there was a strained quality to it, his dark eyes flickering with an unsettled light. "We'll see, old man. Race you to the shisha lounge?"

He took off, and if his stride was a bit less than its usual loping, ground-devouring, leg-powered swagger, Samir didn't comment. He followed at an easier pace, enjoying the unfamiliar heft and solidity of his new, enhanced muscles. Something had shifted between them, and they could both feel it.

...

A week later, Samir woke up feeling like a new man. No, like a king, a titan, a conqueror of old. He practically bounded out of bed, 250 lbs of densely packed, heavily striated Arab muscle quivering and flexing with coiled power. He felt invincible, brimming with vitality, virility, and masculine energy straining to be unleashed.

He caught sight of himself in the mirror and had to stifle a shout of triumphant joy. He was magnificent, his tall, heroically proportioned body an anatomy chart of musculature, all broad planes and deep cuts and hulking, vein-streaked brawn. His thobe had ridden up as he slept, exposing a mastodon cock throbbing half-mast against his deeply corrugated abs, a thick, wrist-thick pillar of pride and potency. His heavy balls churned visibly in their overstuffed sack, swollen with seed and the sacred essence of a true alpha.

"Allahu akbar," Samir breathed reverently. He was a living incarnation of the male ideal now, a pinnacle of strength and virility that surpassed any man he had ever known - including, he realized with a dark thrill, his nephew Tariq. He could feel it in his gigantic, steel-cable muscles, his raging monsoon of testosterone-fueled might - he was the dominant one now, the apex predator. Tariq had nothing on him anymore.

As if on cue, there was a tentative knock on the door. "'Ammu Samir?" came Tariq's voice, reedy and thin in contrast to the booming bass Samir remembered. "I, uh, I think there may have been a mixup with our clothes at the laundry. I seem to have shrunk out of a lot of mine somehow..."

"Faddal," Samir called, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that vibrated through his cavernous chest. Enter.

The boy who slunk through the door was barely recognizable as the swaggering erotic demigod of a few weeks ago. Oh, he was still handsome enough in a coltish, pretty boy way, with an athletic swimmer's build, but next to Samir's towering, mega-muscled hypermasculinity he looked downright scrawny. His eyes widened to saucers and his full lips parted in an audible gasp as he took in his uncle's massive, naked body, his gaze immediately drawn to the throbbing log of manflesh sitting heavily atop Samir's deeply ribbed washboard midsection.

"M-Maa shaa' Allah, 'Ammu," Tariq stammered, face flushed, a visible tenting rising in his loose sirwal. "You... what... I mean... Subhan Allah, you're enormous..."

"Alhamdulillah," Samir purred, flexing his planetoid biceps with a low growl of power, his pecs and lats flaring out even wider, his cock jumping and pulsing against his abs. "What's wrong, little one? Never seen a real man before? Intimidated to be in the presence of your true alpha uncle?"

Tariq made a small, choked noise, his eyes glazing over with lust and worship, his lithe body trembling. The boy was clearly in thrall to Samir's extreme muscularity, the raw sexual power and masculinity rolling off him in waves. He looked ready to fall to his knees and service his supreme elder on the spot.

"Don't worry, nephew. You'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with your new place," Samir rumbled, voice thick with sadistic amusement, reaching out to roughly palm Tariq's pretty face with one huge, calloused mitt. "Wallahi, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. By the time I'm done with this little zakar of yours, you'll be my perfect little eromenos. The only thing that overactive aql of yours will be able to think about is worshipping your 'Ammu's ripped, massive body."

Slowly, almost tenderly, he pushed his thumb into Tariq's slack mouth, making the boy gag and sputter as he forced it in up to the knuckle.

"Shh, shh, just submitted," Samir crooned darkly as Tariq's eyes bulged and watered, weakly trying to pull away. "Salim and accept your place, little one. You're going to become very familiar with parts of 'Ammu much bigger than this."

And with his other hand, he reached down and grabbed the root of his titanically engorged manhood, slowly, almost lovingly smacking his nephew's spit-slick cheek with the girthy, vein-ravaged shaft.

"Mmm, such a pretty little face," he groaned, his voice a low Arabic growl. "Going to look even better stretched around my horse cock. Open up, 'azizi. Your new life as 'Ammu's sharmuta starts now."

And with that, he pulled his thumb out only to replace it with the blunt, leaking head of his inhumanly huge erection, groaning in pure alpha male bliss as he watched his nephew's throat visibly distend and bulge obscenely around his girth.

Oh yes, this was going to be very good indeed, Samir thought as he prepared to orally break in his new fuck toy. And it was only the beginning of Tariq's training to be the perfect submissive receptacle for his dominant alpha seed...

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Damn bro, you added so much fat to my ass. You know how I said I would let you out…I think I’m gonna have to break my promise.

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He’s just spotted his next meal….you!