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SA Spooky Encounter

After Scrappy Doo’s excommunication from the Mystery Inc. gang, he found his way to Spooky Island and began working in conjunction with the demons who inhabited the island to conquer the world through an ancient ritual that involved removing the souls of the living and the demons possessing the bodies of the individuals to protect them from the sun’s rays, which were lethal to the demon’s sensitive skin. Scrappy’s plan was to lure groups of college students to the island under the guise of it being a fun new spring break destination, have them possessed, and then teach the demons how to assimilate into society. Scrappy had gotten his plans together, and it was time to put them into action.

Scrappy brought his first group of young adults over, which included three very handsome college roommates who were ready for a week of nothing but booze and hot girls. This group included Collin, a very tall and lean cross country runner with beautiful blonde hair. There was also Michael, a mechanical engineer student and cheerleader with a tight and toned body that he didn’t care to show off. Rounding out the group was Seth, a self-obsessed weight lifter whose body was absolutely massive. The group exited the plane that morning and began there partying almost immediately after getting checked in.

That night, the party moved from the beach into the resort. Everyone was having a fun time drinking, talking, and dancing. No one had a care in the world. Collin was lounging on a couch near the window wooing a pretty girl, and he was about to get lucky. He began to rub his hand up her leg when her eyes widened in horror. “What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to make you feel uncom–” Collin was cut off mid-sentence as he heard the large window behind him shatter. There were multiple terrified gasps as he turned to come face-to-face with a massive, ten-foot-tall demon. The girl ran from the beast, but Collin was frozen in fear. He gulped and took a couple of steps back before being grabbed up in the demon’s massive claw. Collin struggled against the creature’s grip. It was no use. The demon breathed out a stream of green-tinted breath, which knocked Collin out cold instantly. Everyone was scared to death. That’s when it got worse. Dozens of these demons began appearing in the resort through windows, doors, underneath the floor, and so on. Seth was grabbed up pretty quickly after Collin, but Michael had managed to escape outside and into the forest surrounding the resort. He leaned back against a palm tree and caught his breath. He sighed out of relief and tried to devise a plan of what he should do next. That’s when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, and one of the massive creatures let out a horrific growl at him. He was quickly swept up in the monster’s hand and tranquilized like the rest of the beach-goers had been.

As the spring breakers began to wake up, they realized they were trapped in a massive group in a cave, all of them bound with ropes. All of them except Seth. Seth was shirtless and trapped on a cross-shaped contraption with his hands stuck out to his sides and cuffed down. His feet were on a pedestal that had him lifted about three feet off the ground. His ankles were also cuffed to the contraption. As they began to rouse more, they noticed a man on a ledge overlooking them all. On the ledge was a joystick that appeared to control a pincer-like device that sat above a glowing vat. “Wha… what the hell is going on?” Seth demanded from the man on the platform. The man said nothing and instead began to work the joystick, moving the claw device closer to him. It hovered over his bare chest for a moment. Then, the man thrust the control forward, plunging the pincer into his chest; however, it didn’t hurt him. Instead, it began to glow blue around the area it had entered. The claw closed in his chest and began to pull backwards. It seemed to be dragging something out with it by a translucent blue tail. Eventually, a head emerged from Seth’s chest. It was a protoplasmic form of Seth’s head. Seth’s body fell limp after the extraction.

“Dude,” Michael leaned over to Collin who was bound next to him. “Is that his fucking soul?” The mechanical arm moved the claw over the vat and dumped Seth’s protoplasmic head in the vat below. Soon after, one of the demons jumped up from a crevasse in the ground and made its way over to Seth, its lanky body drudging slowly through the cave. It took its large paw, lifted Seth’s limp chin upward, and pulled his mouth downward. The creature took its other hand and began to push it slowly down into Seth’s mouth. The creature seemed to turn to particles as Seth’s body inhaled its new host. The creature’s arm was in, and before long, the body was manually swallowing the creature. After a few seconds, the last bit of the demon made its way down Seth’s throat, as his mouth closed tightly around it. Seth swallowed his new host hard as the creature landed hard in his stomach. Two more workers came over and helped the possessed Seth off the cross and led him away. This same process was repeated over and over until all of the students had been inhabited. They were taught how to act in the new society they would be going into, and they were sent on their way.

Seth, Collin, and Michal’s demons returned to their university and went through the motions of the men’s lives; however, they also had fun in the men’s bodies along the way. The creatures would have orgy after orgy in their new skin suits, sucking each other off and learning the wonders of the prostate. They couldn’t wait for the millennium ahead of them inhabiting these hunks.

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Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. After a few more groups of young adults had been brought over, the Mystery Inc. gang was swept up in the mess. In typical fashion, though, they were able to solve the case and save the day. This solution caused all of the protoplasmic heads to be released, sending them on the hunt to find and reclaim their bodies. The trio of friends made their way back to their university tougher, preparing for their imminent conquest.

Upon arrival, Collin found his body first. It was lounging in the friends’s apartment just watching TV. Collin’s spirit flew in through an open window as the creature got up to head to the kitchen. It heard something stir in the hallway, and when it turned to look, Collin’s head collided with its mouth, shoving its way in and knocking Collin’s body on his back. Collin’s spirit struggled for control, but Collin won out, and the demon was ejected from Collin’s chest, followed by a shower of green light. Collin raised up on his arms as his eyes widened in horror not knowing what to do next. The creature raised a hand to snatch him up, but sizzling welts began to form all over its body. The creature tried to cool himself off, but it was too late. The sun had hit the creatures sensitive skin, causing to explode almost immediately. Collin was dumbfounded. He shook off his exasperation, however, and made his way over to where he thought Michael’s body would be. 

Collin made it to the gym locker rooms the same time Michael’s protoplasm did.  They were right on the money. Michael’s possessor was showering off alone after cheer practice, leaving him wide open for attack. Michael propelled himself forward, gunning for his mouth. The creature turned in time to see the disembodied, translucent head trying to assail it. It swatted Michael’s spirit away, causing it to bounce off the walls as the spirit covered Michael’s mouth with his hand to prevent entry. “You really think that’s going to stop me?” Michael jeered. Michael’s spirit flew around his body’s ankles and legs before ramming himself up his own ass. The creature jumped at the sudden entry. His spiritual head found his way out of his rectum, up through his digestive tract, and eventually forcing his creature out with a stealth attack from below. Michael’s body fell back on his ass, propped on his muscular arms. Michael’s attack from below pushed the creature too hard for it to exit his chest normally. Instead, Michael opened his mouth wide as the creature was thrown from his throat. The green light began to glow from Michael’s throat followed by the shriek of the demon. The demon’s head came flying out, proceeded by the rest of its lanky body as it was thrown against the floor. Michael had expelled the beat from his body directly into the sun’s rays projecting through a window. The demon didn’t even have time to return to its feet before it had been thrown to smithereens. Collin walked over and helped Michael to his feet.

“You okay Dude?”

“Yeah,” Michale replied. “I don’t ever want anyone to tell me to get my head out of my ass ever again, though.” The pair laughed, and Michael got dressed before the duo headed off to find their other friend and make sure he returned to his body alright. They ran back to their apartment to find Seth’s head buzzing around the front door.

“The dick closed the window,” they heard Seth’s voice yell out desperately. The pair snuck to either side of the door. Michael counted down from three on his hand and threw the door wide open. Seth’s body was right behind the door, stunning the creature enough for Collin to collide with the mouth of his hulking form and slide down his throat. The force of the collision knocked Seth’s body on its back hard. The internal struggle in Seth was apparent, but something was off. Nothing was coming form Seth’s exposed chest or even his mouth. Seth’s stomach began to expand and bounce wildly. That’s when the two friends’ eyes widened in horror. The green light began to glow through the zipper of Seth’s skin-tight jeans. 

“Shit, shit shit,” Collin exclaimed. “ We have to get his pants off!” The pair quickly rushed to Seth’s aid as Micheal unzipped Seth pants and they pulled them down around his sneakers. Luckily he wasn’t wearing any underwear because no sooner had they gotten the pants down than two huge hands emerged from the tip of Seth’s penis, clutching the floor on either side of the bodybuilder. They heard the creature shriek as it heaved the rest of its form out of the piss slit. Seth’s dick hole stretched significantly to accommodate the exit. Finally the entirety of the creature was ejected from Seth’s cock. The creature slammed the door, cutting off the sunlight. It began to stalk towards Seth, and all the man could do was back his half-dressed body away from the creature on his hands. The creature began to reach towards Seth’s exposed body when he heard Collin yell, “Take this, you ugly bitch!” Collin yanked the shades up, flooding the room with sunlight. The creature yelled as he burst into flames. Michael helped Seth to his feet. Seth pulled his pants back over his now slightly hard member. 

“Well, that was the most exciting cum I’ve ever had,” he laughed. The three friends laughed at the joke before hugging it out, glad they survived the ordeal and vowing that they would never have a spring break that crazy ever again.

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Playing with animation style ai. Don't do it often cause I'd rather support real artists.

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Santa’s Solution

(Christmas Special)

It was the night of Christmas Eve and all across the world towns and cities were lit up with sparking colourful lights to celebrate the holidays. Everywhere you looked there was beauty as there always was this time of year. And nobody could see that beauty better than Santa Claus himself as he soared through the skies with his sleigh full of presents and magical reindeer leading the way. Of course most believed him to be a fairy tale but he was very much real. Simply using a little Christmas magic to make adults who didn’t believe in him think the presents he’d brought were ones they’d bought themselves. And of course he used a little magic to make sure nobody ever saw him either. That was one of the number one rules. Nobody is allowed to see Santa.

Well this night it would appear something had gone a little wrong with his magic when he entered the home of Brett Rivers. Usually his Christmas magic would make it so nobody would be awoken when he stopped by to drop off a present or two or that they would just so happen to drift off to sleep when he arrived. However this night it would not go as planned.

Brett found himself fluttering awake to the sound of rustling coming from his small living room. At first he thought it was nothing but when he heard what sounded like footsteps, he knew he had to check it out. He quietly slid out of bed in nothing but a pair of boxers, showcasing his huge muscular physique. Thick and bulky arms, solid powerful legs and a pair of melons for pecs.

He wasn’t at all scared by the noises being the buff guy that he was but he was sure to grab the bat underneath his bed just in case.

He silently made his way down the small corridor outside his bedroom and towards the living room where he turned the corner and saw none other than Santa Claus himself. Or at least a dude dressed up as Santa. He’d been expecting a burglar so the sight of the fat old man dressed up in red and white certainly had him lost for words for a few moments until he finally snapped out of it. “Oi! What the hell are you doing in my house!?” He shouted while bringing the bat up into a position ready to swing.

Startled, Santa whipped around to see the angry and confused hunk of a man standing behind him. “O-oh? You shouldn’t be out of bed Brett.” He said, knowing Brett’s name immediately, with an equal amount of confusion in his voice. “Oh dear… this has never happened before.” Santa hummed with a hint of frustration as he realised he’d broken one of the Christmas rules that he wasn’t allowed to be seen dropping off presents. “This won’t do at all.” He added whilst stroking his long white beard as if trying to come up with some kind of solution to the awkward situation.

“What the fuck are you talking about you crazy old man!” Brett shouted, getting angrier by the second. “How the hell do you know my name!?… N-no I don’t care just get the fuck out before I beat the shit out of your fat ass and call the cops!” He bellowed furiously before taking a few threatening steps closer to the intruder.

Santa sighed. “I’m sorry to do this my boy but I can’t allow that.” The jolly old man suddenly began rubbing his gloved hands together as Brett got closer. The hunk was about to give him one warning before suddenly Santa opened his hands again and blew what seemed to be fairy dust straight in Brett’s face.

The stud coughed as he stumbled backwards slightly, dropping the bat he was holding in the process with a loud thud. His entire body began to feel light and weak as his eyes fluttered. “W…What… did y-you…” Before Brett could even finish his sentence, he fell completely unconscious. Luckily Santa was quick enough to catch him before landed on the floor.

“Ooof… I’ve got you. Just sleep.” The fat bearded man whispered as his magic dust took full effect. Though as he held Brett’s unconscious body, Santa couldn’t help allowing his eyes to wander across the hunky form Brett had build. All the muscular curves and ridges that had been crafted into it along with the thickness that went along with it making Brett look like an adonis. Big Mr Claus couldn’t help licking his lips a little in a moment of perviness that was rather uncharacteristic for him. He soon shook his head however and got back to buisness.

Using a surprising amount of strength, Santa carefully hoisted Brett up onto his feet once again before taking a breath and tossing the muscular man over his shoulder. If his cheeks weren’t already so rosey then he probably would’ve been blushing slightly at having this big handsome almost naked man on his shoulder.

“You’re certainly a strong healthy lad aren’t you my boy.” Santa chuckled slightly as he gave Brett’s muscle ass a cheeky pat before rubbing his hand down the back Brett’s thighs and getting a good feel for those thick hamstrings of his. “Very strong indeed…” he continued to mumble as his hand slid back over Brett’s ass again.

With that Santa made sure he had a good grip on Brett before taking his leave and heading back to his sleigh. Once there he carefully placed the hunk in the back of the sleigh alongside his magical sack of presents. “What am I gonna do with you?…” Santa pondered as he stared down at Brett for a moment, still taking in that young gorgeous body. “Welp. I’ll have to figure that out later. Time is running out and I have presents to deliver!” He declared before heading to the next house that was in need of a couple presents from Santa.

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The next time Brett awoke he found himself sitting in a cold wooden chair that certainly wasn’t his home. Instead he found himself in what seemed to be some sort of laboratory. It was hard to tell at first but as his vision cleared he began to make out a room filled with all sorts of machines that he couldn’t even begin to understand. There were multiple worktops full of gadgets and devices that’d seemily been crafted here, none of which Brett could make sense of.

“Finally back with us eh? We’ve been waiting forever for that slumber magic to wear off.” Said an elf beside him. “Took your body awhile to wake up after having you under for so many months.” The tiny worker added causally. He worked human enough besides the fact that he looked to have been scaled down a bit in size. And of course the pointy ears. The elf wore a pair of rather sophisticated glasses that sat perfectly atop his nose and would probably be one of his most stand out features if it weren’t for his thick curly beard. He was wearing a typical scientist-y get up comp,ste with the white lab coat you’d usually see yet Brett couldn’t help noticing the tuft of chest hair that stuck out the top of the elf’s collar. He was definitely a furry one.

“W-what!? What’re you talking about?! Months?! What’s-Grrrahh!” As his body began to wake, Brett attempted to jump up from the chair he was seated in only to find both his arms and legs had been tightly strapped down with restraints. “Hey! Let me go you fucking creep!” He shouted while continuing to struggle but his attempts to free himself were all in vain.

The elf who looked to be wearing a messy lab coat of sorts shook his head. “Sorry mister, no can do. Might as well save your strength.” He tutted as he pulled out what looked to be some sort of phone. The scrawny little elf tapped a few buttons before talking into the device. “He’s awake now sir if you’re ready to proceed.”

Brett was even more confused. By this point he was surprised he hadn’t had a panic attack yet. The last thing he could clearly remember was being woken up in the middle of the night before Christmas by some Santa looking fucker breaking into his house and now he was here in the freaky looking gadget workshop. What freaked him out even more though was as he peered over his shoulder he saw one huge machine sat behind him with what looked to be two helmets attached to it.

“What the fuck is that?!” Brett’s voice boomed through the laboratory. When he didn’t get a response however, his face grew red with anger and frustration. “Hey! Answer me you stupid little fuck! What the fuck are you doing to me!?” The jock struggled against his restraints once more in the hopes of performing a miracle and breaking out. But that was only fantasy.

The elf sighed. “Look man. I’ve been instructed not to say anything until the big man gets here. He’ll explain everything to you.” He explained somewhat bluntly. “You know I kinda felt bad for you at first but now… I think I’m starting to see why Mr Claus was okay with going through with this.”

The cryptic wording only made Brett more worried. “C-come on man. Just let me go. Please, I'll give you anything.” Brett’s anger from moments ago turned to pleas as he quickly came to terms with the fact that there was likely no way for him to get out of whatever this was. But once again he was ignored. He begged over and over but the elf had already turned its back to him. There was nothing he could do.

Despite this Brett continued to plead in vain but he would soon be cut short when the large metal door at the opposite end of the room made a beeping sound before sliding open. A wave of nervous anticipation washed over Brett’s body as he saw the fat lumbering form of Santa Claus step foot in the lab.

This time Santa dorned a long sleeved red and white striped button down that just barely managed to stretch across his massive stomach and soft pecs. It was assisted in holding his huge gut in place by a pair of red suspenders that were attached to a large pair of slacks of the same colour. Slacks that also fit the older man's robust frame rather tightly in a way that showed off his fat ass and legs rather nicely.

“Ah! Mr Claus! The machine is prepped and ready for you. Just give the word and we’ll begin the procedure.” The nerdy looking elf who’d been keeping Brett company chirped, seeming elated to be in the large man’s presence.

“Thank you Venix. I wouldn’t be able to do this without you and your team. I’ll be sure to treat you all to something nice after this is over.” Santa smiled warmly at his Head Scientist & Technician who was practically beaming at the words of appreciation. With that however, Santa was quick to turn his attention to the hunk strapped down before him in nothing but a pair of tight underwear.

Mr Claus took a few thunderous steps towards Brett, his belly shaking slightly with each one, until he was stood directly over the jock. “Why hello again Brett. Glad to see you’re back with us. We had to keep you unconscious for quite a few months while we finished this project but it seems it’s finally time.”

There it was again. Months. “What do you mean months!? How long have I been here?? What the fuck is happening?!” Brett panicked aloud.

Santa chuckled. “Well when I brought you here last Christmas this project was only in the planning stage. We hadn’t even begun building the glorious machine you see behind you. So naturally we’ve had to keep you asleep for awhile whilst my trusty elves got to work. And they’ve done a fine job by the looks of it.” He looked up at the large glimmering machine that sat behind Brett which had been charged with a mix between earth’s finest resources and a bit of magic sprinkled in to give it the energy it needed for its purpose. “And to answer your question, it’s now the middle of June.”

The realisation hit Brett like a ton of bricks. Had he really been here for six whole months?! There was no way. It had to be a trick right? “You’re lying!” He claimed. “If I’d really been out for that long I’d practically be skin and bone by now. But I’ve still got all my fucking muscle so cut the bullshit old man!”

“You’re right. Under normal circumstances you would’ve lost most of your muscle mass by now.” Santa admitted. “Luckily for us, the magic we’ve used to keep you asleep also acts as a preservative. Meaning your body has been able to retain its size and mass despite being inactive for so long. Also like you’ve been frozen.” He explained as he leaned forwards and shamelessly groped one of Brett’s thick pecs before then using his other hand to feel the hunks meaty arms. “Mmmm yeah. Perfect condition…” he grunted much to Brett’s own disturbance.

After having his fun, Santa walked past Brett before placing a hand on the machine. Admiring its glory after all the hard sweat and tears his elves put into making it. He couldn’t have been more grateful towards them. Once this was over he was already planning on throwing a big celebration for them all. With that though, Santa turned his gaze towards the other slightly bigger chair beside Brett.

“Well there’s no time like the present I say. Let’s get this show on the road!” Mr Claus announced as walked past Brett again and towards the adjacent chair. As he passed though, Santa couldn’t help jiggling his fat belly, seemingly in a mocking manner. “Take a good look at this stomach Brett because in a few moments it’ll be all yours…” he taunted.

“Huh?! What the hell are you going on about!?!” Brett screamed but he received no answer. Only a mischievous smirk from Santa as he sat down in the other chair. He could only watch in confusion as Venix strapped the burly man into the chair with restraints similar to his own.

Once Santa was securely restrained in the chair, Venix looked up at him with a small smile. “May I send them in now sir?” He asked. Mr Claus simply nodded in response. Of course Brett was once again clueless to what was going on but it soon became clear as Venix stepped out for a moment only to re-enter the room with a huge lobby full of other elves behind him. Most of them were other scientists and engineers that’d worked on the machine while others were just elves who were lucky enough to have been chosen to witness the event. And if that didn’t freak Brett out enough, to make matters worse Venix also mentioned that the camera’s were now on and were broadcasting to the entirety of the Christmas Villa.

The small crowd that’d come to watch the event live began cheering when Santa gave the thumbs up to start the procedure. Venix grabbed one of the helmets that were attached to the machine and first made his way over to Santa as he gently placed the device on his head before securing it in place. Once it was on, Venix swiped up the matching helmet and brought it over to Brett.

“No! Stop! Keep that thing away from me! Get away!” He shouted while writhing in his chair. But with how much he was being restrained and how his body still hadn’t fully recovered its energy after having been knocked out for so long, there was little he could do to stop the elf from forcing the helmet onto his head and swiftly securing it. “Fuck! Get it off!” He continued thrash around but his frustration was immediately drowned out by the growing cheers and excitement of the crowd all whilst Santa grinned in an almost maniacal manner beneath his huge white beard

Venix flipped a few switches and booped a few buttons on the big machine, causing it to roar to life as it started powering up. A sound that excited everyone in the room except for the kidnapped jock. And as the machine continued to hum and glow, Venix made his way over to a small nearby station with a control pad that was hooked up to it. He immediately began to punch in the correct settings before looking over towards Santa again for one last sign of approval before going ahead. A small wink from the big man was all he needed. With all the other elves rallying him on, Venix finally took a deep breath and smacked his hand down on the big red button that would set everything into motion.

The machine began to rattle before glowing even brighter than before. It was generating an incredibly fierce amount of energy that only made Brett more terrified. He wouldn’t have much time to dwell on that however as moments later a powerful current of magic and electricity surged down from the machine and into both helmets. Immediately both Santa and Brett gripped their chairs tightly and the energy flooded through them. It was a feeling that was almost indescribable. In a way it felt both uncomfortable yet satisfying at the same time.

The crowd simply watched in awe as both Brett and Santa’s bodies began to convulse. Brett’s muscle jiggling almost as much as Santa’s fat. Both men couldn’t help letting out uncontrollable groans almost in unison as their eyes began to roll. It was impossible to tell if they were in pain or pleasure. But that wouldn’t matter as soon Brett felt his vision starting to blur.

It was the most surreal experience. One moment it seemed as though he were looking down at the muscular body he was accustomed to and the next he was suddenly looking down at a fat wobbly belly held in place by the very same shirt and suspenders Santa was wearing. Brett’s vision continued to fade in and out between seeing both perspectives. At first he only saw flashes of the fatter body below him before returning to his muscled one but each time it lingered for longer. It was mind boggling in a way that he could barely even comprehend as his view was constantly switching back and forth. Buff to fat to buff to fat again.

The cycle of flashing perspectives continued as the machine fed more and more energy to the helmets until at last there was one massive jolt of energy that caused both men to writhe in their seats. The audience began to look slightly worried but Venix assured them it was all part of the process. And just as he said that, the machine began powering itself down after seemingly having completed its task.

Both Brett and Santa were left unconscious for a minute or so after the machine shut down. During which Venix quickly ran over to them both and removed the helmets but left their restraints in place just in case something had gone wrong. Every elf in the villa that was watching was practically holding their breath waiting to know the results. To know if Santa’s plan had been a success. So when the body of Santa began to groan and come around, they were all eager to see his reaction.

Slowly but surely Brett blinked his eyes open again. “Ughhh… what? What happened?…” he mumbled but immediately he knew something was wrong. His voice. It sounded much older and huskier than before. But that was the least of his concerns. Pretty soon his eyes started to focus and when he looked down, he got the shock of a lifetime.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!” Brett shrieked as instead of the hunky body he was used to, he looked down to see the body of Santa! His belly looked fucking massive as it stretched out the very same shirt Santa had been wearing. And his legs looked so huge and fat as they filled out those red slacks. Clothes that never would’ve fit his old body were now hugging him tightly as if to emphasise just how fat he was. But that wasn’t all as Brett then quickly came to notice the massive beard that was cascading down from his face. And it was completely white! In that moment he knew what’d happened but his brain couldn’t accept it. It was impossible after all. There was no way he’d actually swapped bodies with Santa!?

It was then that Brett heard a low familiar sounding grumble come from beside him. He whipped his head to the right only to see none other than himself! His own damn body! And it seemed to slowly be waking up as well.

“Sir? Sir, are you okay?” Venix asked as he rushed over towards Brett’s former body.

The hunk shook his head a little as he squinted his eyes open. “Y-yeah. I feel… good.” Santa mumbled. A smirk slowly etched itself across his face as he got a good look at his body below. No longer was his vision obscured by the presence of a massive gut nor did he feel so heavy and old. Instead he felt stronger than he had in years! He could already feel a youthful energy pulsing through his very being! “I feel… absolutely fantastic! Quick Venix! Take off these restraints!” He commanded with excitement.

The elf undid the arm restraints first before quickly undoing the ones binding Santa’s legs. Immediately the man jumped up out of the chair and started to inspect his new form. First of all running his hands along his chest and stomach. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he groped his new pecs. They were so thick yet so firm at the same time unlike the flabby chest his old body had. But his stomach was what threw him off the most. He’d gotten so used to his big belly that he almost forgot what it was like to have a flat stomach. And on top of that he even had abs! There were hardly even words to describe what he was feeling right now besides pure wonder and astonishment.

“God yes. I should’ve done this years ago!” Santa claimed as he started to flex. Loving how his thick new arms bulged with every movement. Feeling a rush of pure dopamine as his biceps peaked before his eyes. Despite being smaller than he was before, all the strength and muscle made him feel like a one man army. Like he could take on absolutely anything and anyone! All the while his elves continued to watch on in curiosity as their leader examined his new body.

“H-hey! That’s mine! That’s my fucking body!” Brett began to shout from the other chair, still strapped down but that didn’t stop him from struggling again anyway. “You can’t do this! Switch us back now or I’ll… I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Santa asked smugly while turning his gaze towards his former fat body. “Sorry Brett but there’s nothing you can do. I’ve been in need of an upgrade for a long time and your body is the perfect fit.” He added before striking another cocky pose to which the elves began cheering their new Santa on.

“But you can’t… I can’t… I’m not old and fat…” Brett mumbled, looking down at himself again.

Santa sauntered over towards Brett with a confident swagger. “Sorry my boy but… you are.” He leaned in until their faces were only inches apart. It was jarring on a whole other level for Brett to be stared down by his own handsome face. “And I’m young and strong.” He taunted before leaning in even closer until Brett could feel his former body’s hot breath on his ear. “You’re fat and I’m buff. You’re old and I’m young. I’m gorgeous and you’re not. You have a tiny dick and I’m hung… as… fuck.” Santa whispered so the elves didn’t hear but every word shocked Brett to the core as it forced him to come to terms with reality.

“Oops.” Santa said as he glanced down at the already hefty bulge in his underwear starting to grow. “Guess I’m getting a little too excited.” He chuckled. With that he looked over his shoulder at Venix before asking the head scientist to clear the room and shut down the camera’s so they may have some privacy. Before long the elves had all piled out of the room and the two men were finally alone.

“Well I’ve got to say my boy, being inside your body feels even more exhilarating than I’d anticipated. You’ve certainly taken good care of yourself haven’t you? A body like this doesn’t happen overnight. A good diet, lots of exercise. I imagine it took a lot of hard work.” Santa continued to flex and explore his new form. Admiring the definition of each muscle he traced his fingers along. “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to try and keep up whatever routines you have to take good care of this body for you.”

By this point Brett was too beaten and embarrassed to even muster a reply. What could he even say at this point anyway? It was already made clear to him that this wasn’t being undone. Santa Claus had stolen his body and there was nothing he could do about it besides accept whatever his new fate was inside this massive new body.

“So what? Am I gonna have to go out on Christmas now? Deliver all your damn presents?” Brett mumbled.

“Oh no not at all. You might look like the jolly old man everyone expects but I’m still Santa Claus. I’ll still be delivering all the presents every Christmas Eve. Lord knows it’ll be easier with this fit body.” He commented before flexing his arm again and kissing his bicep. “You will stay here. My elves will take care of all your needs. They’ll get you everything you need whether that be food, entertainment or anything else within reason. Can’t have you going back to civilisation after all. Not after all this.” The jock sighed.

As bad as this all was for Brett, he had to admit that wasn’t the worst deal. No more responsibilities to worry about. No more work, no more bills, no more working out. He could just laze around and do whatever he wanted.

Santa glanced down at his crotch again. “Well I’m gonna head back to my house in the villa while I’ve got this new cock under control. I’ll send a few elves in to help you out of those restraints when I leave. They’ll show you to your new place.” He explained nonchalantly as he strutted towards the exit, loving the naturally confident way his muscular body moved. “Oh and play nice. If you try anything funny, I’ve given them permission to gas you with more slumber magic.”

With that Brett could do nothing but watch as the new Santa Claus walked away with his body. He still couldn’t quite believe this was all real. He kept thinking that any minute he’d wake up at home in his own bed having just had a bad dream. But as a handful of elves entered the room a few minutes later, it became clearer and clearer to Brett just how real this all was. Santa had stolen his body.

———

The elves couldn’t keep their eyes off the jock that made his way down the corridor. Instead of their usual happy greetings, most elves just looked on curiously. Not knowing what to do or say. Of course him being almost naked with a rather intimidating bulge in his underwear probably had something to do with that. Yet their locked gazes would only serve to make Santa feel even more cocky about his new body. Of course he knew it’d probably take some adjusting for them all in the long term to get used to his new look but he knew that before long they'd be looking at him as if he’d always been a muscle bound hunk.

As soon as he stepped outside, Santa felt a chill run down his body. He was cold. It’d been so long that he’d almost forgotten the feeling. His old body had completely acclimated the temperatures of the North Pole but this new one was unfamiliar. Strangely though he welcomed the feeling. It was yet another sensation that came with this body that almost seemed brand new, once again reminding him of his success. However that didn’t stop him from speeding up his stride to get out of the cold just a bit quicker.

He was released once he finally stepped inside his little house at the top of the villa. The warm and cozy feeling of the permanently Christmas themed home running over him immediately just as it always did. With a sigh Santa stretched his arms above his head as he walked through the living area and towards the bedroom. He passed the kitchen on the way and couldn’t help glancing at the fridge for a moment as he remembered what was in there. Mountains of tasty yet very unhealthy food. “I’ll need to clean that out and put some proper food in as soon as I get the chance.” He thought to himself, not wanting to risk ruining this new body.

Once he entered the bedroom however, that same grin from before re-emerged. Finally he was alone. No elves around to stare, No Brett around to curse him out or beg for his body back. Santa was all alone and finally able to explore the body he’d been fantasising about for months leading up to the swap. The one he’d been jerking off too every other night at the mere thought of touching it. Now it was his. Every inch of that gorgeous muscle he’d been admittedly jealous of while watching Brett sleep was now all under his control!

Right away he began examining his new form properly and where better to start than admiring all of that very muscle! He started by doing the obvious and bringing his arms inwards into an arms and pecs flex. In an instant that soft muscle on his chest hardened into pecs of steel. Veins popping down his forearms in the process while his biceps bulged with strength that Santa had never before felt. Sure he had a little magic power but this power was different. It was raw and physical in a way that made him feel superior.

He continued to go through the motions of performing the typical muscle man poses you’d see meatheads doing all the time. Continuing to flex his arms as he brought them up into the more traditional double bicep pose, his head whipping back and forth between looking at both arms in wonder. Immediately after he bent down slightly while keeping his arms flexed before twisting his body in a way that showed off his huge back and lats. It felt incredible! If he had an audience right now he was sure they’d be eating it up.

Once Santa had finished his little gun show, he moved on to simply groping at his new muscle instead as his hands roamed every inch of his new form. Naturally his pecs were the first to get a squeeze and doing immediately prompted a small groan and twitch from his new cock. Squeezing that firm muscle now that it was his own felt even more erotic than he’d imagined. So much so that both hands lingered on his chest for a good few minutes just groping away. It wasn’t long before he figured out the mind muscle connection to start making his pecs bounce and that action alone was enough to make him start chuckling like an idiot while his new cock grew harder with every bounce.

“Uuuughh… fuuuck yeahhh…” Santa groaned as he used one hand to continue groping at his chest while the other slid down to his crotch. Gently he began to stroke his cock through his underwear and the sensitivity of it was off the charts. He hadn’t even pulled it out yet but just the feeling of his hand rubbing across that fat member was causing shivers to run up his body. He supposed he’d been stuck with that old man dick for so long that he’d forgotten what it was like to have such a young and virile cock. “Mmmm come on Claus… gotta hold it together.” He mumbled to himself as he mustered up the strength to stop rubbing his cock. For now.

After giving himself a moment to calm down and finally being able to pull away from his pecs, Santa began hitting a multitude of different poses. Not just typical bodybuilder poses however. Now he was posing more like a Greek god as he relished in the amount of grace his new form was able to move and pose with.

Poses that would’ve before been rather unflattering on him now looked awe inspiring. During which he couldn’t help admiring the sheer level of flexibility of his new form. Flexibility that allowed him to effortlessly move into positions that glamorised his muscular form in a way that would’ve inspired many to either look up to him or wish to worship him. Or perhaps both.

Soon enough though, his posing was once again brought to an end by the desire to touch himself. He gave his juicy muscle tits another quick squeeze before moving on to groping his biceps instead. Once again flexing them and loving just how firm and strong they felt. And once he was done with those he couldn’t but admire his thick boulder-like shoulders at least a little. Rubbing them in a way that made it look as though he were giving himself a hug. But after that his interests wandered further south yet again. This time going past his pecs and towards his stomach. Of course he’d already had a chance to admire his new abs a little earlier on but as he brushed his hands across them, he couldn’t help taking notice of the new tattoo on his left side just below his lats.

“Would you look at that. Ain’t ever had tattoos before.” Santa commented as he traced the ink. Of course he’d know about Brett’s tattoos. He’d seen the man pretty much nude enough times to know. But seeing those tattoos now on himself was still an intriguing experience. In fact it only prompted him to look further down at his body towards the much bigger and more noticeable tattoo on his left thigh. It was one of a snake that Santa had to admit looked pretty damn awesome. Though he’d never considered himself a tattoo’s kind of person before with his whole jolly old man persona, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the little bit of ink this new body had. Hell maybe he’d even look into getting a few more some day. Maybe a candy cane or something to reflect his Christmas spirit.

Whilst admiring the snake tattoo, Santa of course couldn’t help admiring the leg it was inked onto in the process. Both of his legs in fact. They were huge! But not in the fat way that they were before. No. Now they were thick and powerful with pure masculinity. He felt as though he could squat a damn mountain! Just every part of this body made him feel invincible to the point where he found himself wondering yet again why the hell he hadn’t done this sooner!?

Once he was finished admiring his thick new trunks, Santa knew he had to check out the ass. He did his best to look over his shoulder and he could just about catch a glimpse of the round muscle ass he now carried on his backside. He couldn’t help himself. Before Santa even knew it, both his hands slithered towards his backside before latching onto his bubbly cheeks. Once again having a big ass wasn’t anything new to him but just like everything else, now it was large in a different way that was so much more satisfying. Santa just couldn’t stop himself from placing each hand below one cheeks before jiggling his ass. Feeling the muscle wobble behind him had to have been one of the most erotic things he’d felt in a long time. So much so that it looked as though his cock was going to burst out of his underwear at any second with how stiff it was!

He couldn’t ignore it any longer. This new cock was begging for his attention. Demanding it even. And who was he to ignore it’s call. And so rather than pulling off his underwear, in a moment of horniness, Santa uses his newfound strength to rip a hole in the front of them instead and doing so only turned him on even more. A youthful cock bucking and leaking as it was finally set free from his prison. And with a face full of pure lust, Santa gripped his stolen cock with an iron grip and started stroking it intensely.

“Mmmmm… soooo haaarrrdddd! Soooo haarrrrddddd!!!” Santa moaned using Brett’s deep tone as he was consumed by desire. He hadn’t had an erection this stiff in centuries. It felt so incredible to the point where the lust itself was driving him mad!and it certainly didn’t help that this body hadn’t nutted in months over the time that Brett had been unconscious. These new bull nuts of his were practically begging to blow his seed everywhere.

He was so horny. So god damn horny. The more he stoked, the harder it was to think about anything but his dick. “Gotta cum! Gotta cum!” He would start to groan. It was like his cock had taken over his mind and all he wanted now was to unload his balls. So much so that he’d begun jerking his dick with an incredibly fiery passion. All the while literally everything from the feeling of his muscular body to the sound of his new voice only continued to ramp his horniness up further and further .

Naturally it wasn’t long before he could feel himself starting to get close. But as he did his body reacted on its own. Instead of continuing to jerk his cock normally, Santa leapt onto the bed and immediately began humping his bed sheets. Rubbing his cock aggressively against the sheets as if he were fucking something. His thick muscle ass rising up and down with every thrust while his moans only grew needier. And just as his body was on autopilot, his mind was as well as he started to imagine his head scientist Venix on the bed below him. The small yet hairy little elf took the pounding of a lifetime as Santa stuffed his fat new cock inside the elf’s hole. God it was so hot as he thought of Venix’s cry’s of pleasure mixing with his own. It was sending him into a tailspin! At this rate he was gonna-

“UGH! UGHHH! UUGHHHHHHHHhuuuuuuuu…” Santa found himself clenching his new muscle ass while shooting what was probably the fattest load of his life all over the bed sheets below, splattering them in his thick jock seed. And it just wouldn’t stop. His dick was like a broken faucet that couldn’t stop leaking. Every time he thought it was over, his body would clench again and another rope of cum would shoot from his cock. It wasn’t until the bed below him seemed nearly drenched in cum did it finally seem to stop.

With that the hunk let himself drop limp onto the bed despite dampness. “Holy… that was… incredible.” Santa was at last able to say as his mind cleared again. After which he simply just smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest in the puddle of his own cum for a while.

Buuuut his rest didn’t last long. After all that Santa knew he was gonna need a nice long shower to clean up and he couldn’t have been more excited to lather up this new form with soap. And so he hopped off the bed yet again with ease with his cock still bouncing eagerly between his legs. Somehow after all of that it was already hard again! It was unreal but Santa certainly wasn’t complaining as he reached down and grabbed his still dripping before smacking it against his other hand a few times. “God it feels good to be young and hung.”

Santa quickly swiped up another pair of grey boxer briefs he had ready to go for once he’d taken this body and began pulling them on. He didn’t need to really but he was just curious to see if they actually fit him now. After awkwardly tucking his erection into the front, they fit pretty well. He loved how the tight fit showed off not only his bulge but his ass so damn well also. Following this however he immediately got to work pulling off his sheets and stripping it all down so it was ready to be washed.

Once that was taken care of however, Santa stepped foot in the bathroom and finally caught sight of his reflection. Somehow he’d managed to miss almost every mirror on his way home but now as he stood before his own bathroom mirror, he could finally see what he was working with reflected back at him. Instead of the flabby figure this mirror had grown accustomed to showing every day, now it showed something far superior. A jock. A hunk. A hot fucking meathead. But it wasn’t just his body, it was his face.

Seeing that handsome face in the mirror was both jarring and at the same time the most incredible thing Santa could’ve imagined. Seeing every feature move under his own accord. Every blink, every twitch. All of it was him. Even after all that it was still hard to believe and his brain was still trying to catch up. Despite that he found himself reaching up and running his fingers gently across his new features. Inspecting them all so carefully. Running a hand softly through his thick brown hair before bringing it down to rub through his short new beard. Feeling how smooth his young new skin felt in comparison to the wrinkles he’d known for so long. Even simply finding wonder in the fact that things such as his nose were a different size and shape compared to before. It was all these little details rolled into one that made the whole experience so extraordinary.

He must've stood in front of the mirror for nearly an hour as he admired both his face and body. And half of that time was spent with his back to the mirror so he could stare at the reflection of his jock butt. It was addictive. And the whole time his cock was pressing angrily against his underwear once again. He’d really have to find a way to keep that thing under control otherwise it was gonna be hard to even leave the house without the elves all locking eyes with his crotch whenever he went anywhere.

“Well. Suppose I should actually get on with things.” He thought to himself with a sigh as he took one last look in the mirror before kicking off the new underwear once more. And with that he grinned as he flipped on the shower and stepped under the steaming water and allowed it to cascade down his body and cock. With how his monstrous member was already bucking at him again, Santa had a feeling he probably wouldn’t be stepping out of the shower again until he’d busted another nut…

———

Almost six months had passed since Santa had stolen Brett’s body. It was December 23rd and Christmas was right around the corner. Usually at this time of the year the elves had already finished making all their toys and they’d all be celebrating alongside Santa with a huge buffet meal. But this year things were a little different.

Brett, in Santa’s original body, was present at the buffet and digging in just as Santa usually would. The real Santa on the other had only stayed for a while to celebrate and eat his healthy prepped food but eventually he had to leave so he could get his last Pre-Christmas workout in.

Even since before the swap, Santa had been getting a gym built out of preparation. It was a little side project he had going on while the swapping machine was being constructed. That said ever since the swap he’s been making incredible use of it. He’d been going in there at least 6 times a week religiously which hadn’t been too difficult thanks to the routine his new body already had installed into it. The workouts themselves however were a little rough to begin with. He did better than expected thanks to muscle memory but he still needed to do a lot of research before he was performing at the same level Brett once was in the gym. But with how determined Santa was to keep this body as huge and jacked as possible, it wasn’t long before he was practically a pro in the gym. He was lifting weight like a beast and always pushing his muscles to their limits. And he loved every second! The feeling of it was invigorating to him now. So much so that he actually needed to force himself to take a day off most days but even then he’d usually end up doing some cardio in the form of jogging around the villa.

It was almost incredible how well he’d taken to fitness. It was the only thing he’d been worried about before the swap. Worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep up the intense routine that Brett did to forge this body. Worried that he’d end up getting lazy and lose all the muscle he was about to steal. But the result was the complete opposite. If anything he was pushing himself even further than Brett ever could with how much more free time he had in comparison. Just in the last couple of months he could swear he’s not only been able to maintain his jockish form but has even grown a tad bit bigger!

A small crowd of elves had even come to watch him workout which Santa didn’t mind in the slightest. If anything it just gave him a chance to show off just how fucking swole he was. He just adored seeing the shocked looks on their faces as he did multiple sets with weights that some of the elves wouldn’t even be able to move on their own. It only fuelled Santa’s cocky ego even further.

That was something a lot of eleven had begun to notice about their new leader. His ego. At the end of the day he was still incredibly kind and jolly but most had to admit that he wasn’t quite as humble as he was before. At least not when it came to his body. He never had any problems showing off his physique and flexing cockily for the elves just for them to shower him in praise. Even now as he wore his baggy Christmas get up that’d been resized to fit his new body, he still looked incredible!

Santa continued going through the motions of it all until finally his workout came to end. He racked up his weights and grabbed the fluffy red jacket he’d discarded part way through his session with a satisfied smile on his face as he made his way over to the pack of elves.

“Ahhhhhh… all ready for tomorrow night I think guys.” Santa commented while hitting a quick pose which was fast met with applause.

“Can’t wait for my first big night with this form. Can’t wait to see how much easier it’s going to be now.” He laughed. It was truly an exciting occasion. Sure he’d done his Christmas run hundreds of times but this year he could tell it was going to be truly special. More so than it’d been in a long time for him. But that wasn’t just because he’d be checking himself out on every reflective surface he saw while delivering presents. It was also because he had an amazing present of his own waiting for him when he got home…

After that first day in this new body when he’d fantasied about fucking Venix’s brains out, Santa hadn’t been able to help making subtle moves on the intelligent elf who’d lead the project that’d given him this body. Dropping hints every now and then that made the elf blush profusely until one day Santa couldn’t stop himself. Without thinking he grabbed Venix and pinned him against a wall with ease before pressing their bearded lips together. After that it wasn’t long before the two found a supply closet in the laboratory building and Santa used his new fat cock to resize Venix’s hole.

Ever since then Santa had been fucking Venix constantly to satiate his cock’s desire. So much so that Venix practically moved into Santa’s little house. The two never explicitly why they’d made this decision but most of the elves had a good idea given this new ‘young and hung’ version of Santa.

And so the plan was for Santa to arrive back home on Christmas morning and as soon as the festivities were over, he and Venix would be spending the rest of Christmas locked up in Santa’s bedroom as he filled the hairy elf to the brim with jock cum over and over until Santa was finally satisfied. He’d say it was going to be a Christmas to remember but chances were all he was gonna remember were the sounds of his fat bull balls smacking loudly against Venix’s ass in every which position…

Hope you all enjoyed this late Christmas Present from yours truly! Happy New Years to you all! 💜💜💜

[icekingtiger]

I could feel the muscle potion start to work its effects for years everybody ignored me and why not .i was very tall but also extremely skinny which didn’t help me as they called me nicknames like slender man, having a very pale skin because of hardly going out did help either.

However, tonight this was going to change I heard of this huge party that everyone was going to and I had drunk a magic muscle potion just before arriving. I start to remove my oversized nerdy sweater as I felt the changes start to happen. My small stomach became a rock hard abs, my arms grew thicker bigger than most people heads, my shoulder and pecs became boulders of muscles giving me that V-shape

I was relief a second too late, and my sweater would have exploded because of my growing body however now I was there transformed into a hulk people for the first time staring at me, it didn’t even take a second before a nearby girl put his hand in my now bowling size bicep to feel the rock hard muscle. This is going to be a good party…

[icekingtiger]

Generational Heft

Unnnngh... feels so GOOD getting this BIG... flexes bicep and kisses it Who's the alpha male now, son?

grunts, smirking Oh, but you… you’re lookin’ a little… deflated, huh? Those ‘godly’ pecs of yours? Kinda flat now, ain’t they?

And don’t get me started on that bulge. Used to need custom jocks to tame that beast you were packin’. Bet those briefs are hangin’ loose now, huh?

Mmm… speakin’ of that cock… leans in, voice low Guess where all that size went, son? grabs crotch, grinning Right here. Daddy’s packin’ a fuckin’ cannon now. Feels so heavy, so goddamn thick… every inch’s a reminder of what I TOOK from you.

flexes again, Oughhh...fuck, I’m gettin’ BIGGER every day. You feel that? That rush when I swell up? That’s YOUR size floodin’ into me. Your strength. Your manhood. Nature’s fixin’ things—sons don’t outshine their fathers. Not in muscle, not in—ughhhh...equipment.

Look at your face, kid. That mix of shock and… somethin’ else. You gettin’ hard watchin’ your old man becoming the man of the house? Gahahaha, God, I love this.

Go whip me up a shake, boy. We both know it's not really the protein doing the work here… it's you getting smaller so Daddy can get BIGGER."

[icekingtiger]

[icekingtiger]

The Transfer Auction 1 - Vince

Once every month, late on the first Sunday evening, an auction would be held. But this was no ordinary auction. It was held at a secret location that only few knew about. Those people were either those that were extremely wealthy or those who were brought to the auction to ‘compete’. It took place in a rather large showroom with a huge luxurious stage at front. There were multiple rows of chairs seated before the stage, many of which were already filled by those eager for the show to start. As this was the men’s auction, naturally the entire crowd was made of rich men. The kind of rich you’d be able to sense at a single glance. High end tailored suits, designer clothes, expensive watches. The type of men that could spend thousands and hardly bat an eye. And yet, because of its unique and fascinating nature, this auction had drawn them all here. Because at this auction they could buy something they wouldn’t be able to buy anywhere else. So naturally when the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted with applause while a man made his way to the left side of the stage where the podium sat.

“Good evening everyone! My name is Gavin Alexander and I’ll be your host for the night!” He announced via the microphone.

“I can’t help but notice just how many of you there are so I suppose it’s only appropriate for me to say that this is a private event. AKA don’t be telling any poor folk about where we’re situated.” He laughed, getting a chuckle out of the small crowd. “But seriously, don’t. If we have to deal with the public then that means less fun for all of us!” He added, to which the audience murmured in agreement. “However, with that out of the way, let’s get this show started!” The crowd applauded once more as the stage lit up with spotlights, preparing for what was to come.

Moments later a group of ten men came onto stage, all in nothing but tight speedo and a number so that nothing was left to the imagination. The men varied slightly in age with the youngest looking around 20 years old and the oldest seeming to be in his 40’s. They also varied in height, appearance and race but the one thing that remained consistent throughout all ten men was that they were in great shape. Some of them were huge bodybuilder size, some were super lean with defined abs while others sat somewhere in between. Regardless, they were hunks to say the least.

The host walked over towards the first man in line. “As some of you may already know, this first group of men are our professionals. This means they’ll have a few guidelines which they’ll share with you as we proceed. After this our second group of men will be our criminal group who’ve been ordered to take part in addition to their sentences. As such these men don’t have the luxury of setting guidelines and so everything is up for grabs with them.” He stated clearly with a wide smile before making his way across the stage to the first hunk in line. “Now, to our first professional of the night, Mr Chase Adams! What are your terms?” He asked

“Well I’m cool with transferring muscle, body fat, hair and all that stuff. Only things that are off the table for me I’d say are genitals and anything to do with my face.” Chase listed off and as soon as he did the bidding began at around 400 grand. Many of the spectators eager to win a chance to ‘transfer’ with the well proportioned, fair skinned hunk. But one man in the crowd wasn’t the least bit interested in Chase.

Vince Hamlin. He wore a casual grey suit that hugged his lean form and honestly made him seem a little underdressed when compared to some of the other men in the audience. He was easily identifiable by his bald head while also keeping a nicely trimmed beard that framed his handsome looks perfectly. Vince sighed as he waited for the bidding of Chase to come to a close. The quicker they got to the sixth man in line, the better. Number six was only one Vince really had his eye on.

For the next half an hour or so Vince sat either on his phone or using his bidding paddle as a fan while he waited. Watched as the host defended down the line of hunks. The one after Chase was an asian man who had the face of a super model with an incredible swimmer's body. After him was another white dude who was the smallest of the bunch and prided himself on being so thin and lean. Vince couldn’t help noticing how more of the overweight men in the crowd began bidding once the guy mentioned body fat transferral was on the table. At last however he found himself sitting up a little straighter when the host finally approached the sixth man in line.

“Next up is Mr Darius Crawford and by the looks of it he’s our biggest man here tonight! But before we start fighting over him, what are your terms Mr Crawford?” He asked the hunk.

Just as the host had said, Darius was easily the largest contestant out of the group. He was huge all over with massive imposing muscles along with rich ebony skin and dark hair, not to mention being incredibly tall. Some of the gay men in the crowd were practically drooling at his mere presence, Vince included though he tried to hide it. “For me, the things that are off limits are my genitals, my race and my age in either direction. Besides that everything else is up for grabs.” He spoke with a deep, masculine tone into the mic before giving a thumbs up to the audience.

“You heard him folks!” The host said as he turned towards the audience again. “Now how about we start the bidding at… let’s say Six Hundred Grand? That sound fair Darius?” He turned back towards the bodybuilder who gave a satisfactory nod. “Six Hundred Grand it is!”

Right away people in the crowd began raising their paddles. 650K, 700K, 800K, 950K! The number kept rising and it was no surprise considering Darius seemed to be the grand prize of tonight’s professional selection. Just as the numbers were reaching the mid one millions however, Vince raised his paddle and shouted “Four Million!” There were a few glances in his direction, people slightly surprised at the sudden jump in bid.

“Going once!” The host beamed in Damian’s direction. “Going Twice!” He added. “Any more bid’s!? This is your last chance! Goin-” before he could finish he was interrupted by another bidder.

“Five Million!” Shouted a 60-something year old man.

“Seven Million!” Another one screamed with his paddle in the air.

“Twelve Million!!!” One more chimed in.

These bidders were persistent. More so than Vince had expected. Then again most of them are middle aged dudes with far too much money on their hands so he should’ve anticipated this. What he’d thought might’ve scared the other bidders off had only made them more desperate as the numbers only went into higher and higher millions. And so with a big sigh he threw his paddle up again and shouted “TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION!!!”

The host and the audience were stunned. “T-two hundred and fifty… million? I don’t think we’ve ever had a bid that high on one person before.” The host muttered before quickly trying to regain his composure. “Going once!” He began. “Going Twice! Any last competitor’s?!” There was a brief moment of silence and… nothing. “Sold! To the handsome gentleman in the grey suit!” He announced proudly with wonder in his voice.

Damian practically fell back into his seat, grateful that he didn’t have to increase his bid any higher. “Fuck this had better be worth it…” he grumbled to himself before resigning to sit through the remaining men on stage.

After that the bidding returned to normal. The host continued down the line of remaining hunks on the stage as each of them sold for a decent price around a million or so but none bothered to bid much higher. After all, everyone could tell Darius was the biggest prise to be won, literally, and Damian had already secured that bag. And so it wasn’t long before the tenth and final man in line was sold meaning the show could continue on to its next phase.

“Alright everyone! That’s all of our professionals tonight!” The host announced. “They’ll all be ready and waiting for those of you that one the bids but before that we have our second wave of men!” With that the professional made their way off stage to make room for the next group. Moments later ten more men were escorted on stage by the security. Like the professionals they were clad in nothing but speedos however, unlike the professionals, not all of them had huge sculpted physiques to show off. Two of them had decently impressive bodies but the rest varied. Some of them just looked average while a couple were slightly overweight. One of them was just a straight up bear with how huge and hairy he was. “Here we have tonight’s criminal selection! As previously mentioned these are men who’ve been ordered to be here by the court as part of their sentences which means anything is up for grabs!” It wasn’t surprising to Vince that this group had to be practically dragged on stage. There was no way in hell they wanted to be here but then again it was their own faults…

The bidding began with the host introducing the first criminal in line but Vince wasn’t the least bit interested. He’d already gotten what he came for so he pretty much just zoned out for the rest of the bidding. Most of the criminals had much lower starting bids than the professionals due to them not being in quite as peak physical condition. The two fittest men out of the group certainly had the highest bids to begin with them both starting at 100K. The bearish man however, though his starting bid was relatively low at around 40K, the audience got surprisingly competitive. In the end he was sold for a whopping Eight Million. Vince supposed some people in the crowd were quite eager to look a little more butch…

Eventually the tenth man of the criminal group was sold, much to Vince and every other winner’s delight. “And with that, the bidding part of tonight’s event comes to close!” The host stated. “Those of you who won the bids, please allow members of our staff to escort you to where you need to be. Everyone else feel free to help yourselves to the buffet. There’s plenty of food and drinks that are all on the house as a thank you from us for attending tonight!”

Vince got up from his chair and made his way over towards a group of staff with the other winners. The staff checked the numbers and each winner’s paddle to make sure everything was in order. Once that was taken care of they were led through a pair of double doors and down a long corridor with ten rooms on each side. Rooms 1A and 1B came first, on the left and right of the corridor respectively. The winner of the first professional bid was taken into 1A while the winner of the first criminal bid was taken into 1B. This pattern continued down the hallway with winners being taken into rooms that corresponded with whichever bid they’d won until they finally reached rooms 6A and 6B.

“Right this way sir.” One of the staff kindly ushered Vince towards 6A while the remaining winners continued down the hallway. Once inside he was shocked by the large futuristic looking machine that took up most of the room. It was a massive device that was connected to two chairs, both of which seemed to have some kind of helmet above them that was directly wired to the machine. He’d never seen anything quite like it… and they had at least twenty of these things?? It was only then that he finally noticed Darius, the gigantic hunk he’d won in the bid. He’d been sat patiently waiting since the professional bid ended and was eager to get up and greet Vince.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr…?” Darius began, holding out a large hand.

“Mr Hamlin. But you can just call me Vince.” The rich man responded before shaking Darius’s hand. “So I assume you’ve done this before?”

“Once yeah. A couple years ago.” Darius confirmed. “It didn’t hurt or anything. You just feel a bit weird for a while after as you try to adjust.” He explained rather nonchalantly. “And thank you by the way. I never imagined someone would bid that much for me. I know the organisers take 40% but that’s still one hundred and fifty million my way… I can’t thank you enough.”

Vince smirked as his eyes scanned over the hulking man’s form once again. “Your body is all the thanks I need.” He then turned his attention to the staff in the room with them. “So what’s next?” He asked. The staff explained that all they needed to do now was agree on what was being transferred. After that they just needed to get seated and the machine would do the rest.

“So what’s it gonna be?” The hunk prompted, taking a couple steps back to allow Vince a chance to take in everything that was up for offer.

“Your muscle. I want as much of it as you can give.” Vince didn’t hesitate for a second. He knew exactly what he wanted and who could blame him. Darius was a monster with how massive he was. “It’s always been a dream of mine to be huge like you. I’ve worked out a lot over the years but I’ve always struggled to put on any decent size. But now… suddenly it’s all possible.” Vince had to try and stop himself from salivating over the pure adonis before him. If he hadn’t been imagining having all that muscle for himself, he’d have been picturing himself fucking Darius’s huge muscle ass instead. If he didn’t have so much restraint he’d certainly have a boner right now.

Darius didn’t mind the lustful stares the other man was giving him. He wasn’t gay but, with how much this guy was paying him, he couldn’t really complain. “Yeah I figured you’d say that. I am pretty huge huh?” He gave one of arms a quick flex. “Was there anything else you had in mind?”

Vince thought about it for a second as he looked up at the giant before him. That’s when it hit. “How about some of your height as well? I’m 5’10 but I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be over 6 foot and you look like you’ve got plenty to spare.”

He wasn’t wrong. Last he’d checked Darius was about 6’5 and was usually one of, if not, *the* tallest man in a room. “Depends. How much you thinkin’?”

“How does 5 inches sound?”

Darius went back and forth in his head for a moment. 5 inches wasn’t too much right? He’d still be about 6 foot afterwards… “Alright, fine. 5 inches. But no more!” Darius put his foot down on that. He might’ve been getting paid a lot but he wasn’t about to drop down to 5’11 or below. He was a tall fucker and he wanted it to stay that way. Thankfully Vince seemed more than satisfied with that.

Just then some of the staff chimed in. “Alright so we’ve got 5 inches of height and as much muscle as can be safely transferred. Is there anything else you want to request, Mr Hamlin?” Some of them were already inputting settings into the machine regarding his previous requests.

Vince thought for a second. Tall and muscular, what more could he want? He was about to say that was all until his eyes nestled onto Darius’s bulge. “Well… I know on stage you said it was off limits but I was wondering…”

“Nope. Not happening.” Darius didn’t even need to hear the rest to know exactly what Vince was about to ask. “Sorry man. My girl doesn’t care how huge and buff I am but she loves my big dick. Can’t help you I’m afraid.”

For a moment Vince thought of offering Darius a little extra money in exchange but he could tell just by the look on the hunks face that it wasn’t going to happen. Or at least Darius wasn’t going to agree with it anyway. Luckily for Vince he had a backup plan… “Oh alright. Just muscle and height it is.” He waved his hands about a little before turning to the staff. “I suppose we’re ready now.”

Once all was decided both Darius and Vince were made to sign a few documents confirming that they both consented to the transfer and that Vince would pay his fee afterwards or would be reprimanded accordingly. And once that was taken care of, they were taken back over to the machine…

As the pair of them were getting strapped into the chairs however, Vince whispered to the man that was doing his chair. “Hey. I’ve got a deal for ya.” As quickly and quietly as possible, Vince proposed that he would give the man and his co-workers in the room a hefty amount of money if they agreed to transfer some of Darius dick size to him. The man gave him an awkward look for a second, his moral compass clearly being challenged, but soon enough he agreed.

Before long both Vince and Darius had the helmets placed on their heads, ready for the transfer. It took quite a while for the machine to actually boot up. Vince could only assume this was due to the staff members negotiating the deal he’d offered. He could only hope they’d make the right decision. Eventually there was a loud engine-like sound as the machine roared to life. For a moment Vince didn’t feel anything besides the buzzing of the huge device behind him so he was taken by surprise when a bolt of energy from the helmet came surging through his body. It was an almost indescribable feeling, as though he was being filled with electricity but instead of being frying him to a crisp it was energising him instead! It felt… exhilarating! So much so that he didn’t even realise the transfer was already taking place.

Slowly but surely Darius’s muscle mass began to decrease. His arms getting smaller, his huge chest deflating, his legs shrinking. With every second that passed he lost more and more size. All of that muscle he’d worked tirelessly to gain swiftly vanished along with all the strength that came along with it. All of it being converted into pure energy that was processed by the machine. Before long Darius was a far cry of his former self, looking thin lanky rather than imposing.

Of course all that energy had to go somewhere and that place was Vince. As soon as the machine had finished absorbing Darius’s muscle, it began pumping all of that energy into Vince’s body. He felt it immediately. A burgeoning power growing inside him. Gradually his body started to inflate with new muscle. His biceps and triceps expanding with newfound size as his back and chest started to broaden. Even his thighs and calves began to thicken significantly by the second. Before long ripping sounds could be heard coming from Vince’s suit.

His jacket was the first to give in as the sleeves started to tear under the pressure of his growing shoulders and biceps. The sound alone was music to his ears. Vince couldn’t actually see what was going on due to the helmet but the tearing of his clothes was a good indicator of how big he was getting! His upper body continued to broaden and expand, causing his jacket to pretty much explode apart at this point, revealing the already ripping shirt underneath which no doubt wouldn’t last long. But before it had the chance, his quads had the honour of bursting through his suit pants in all their glory, their sheer mass not wanting to be contained any longer. And not a moment later the top button on his pants came flying off as well as his hips and waist grew thicker. But not as thick as his ass. Vince’s once average butt ballooned to a colossal size, practically elevating him in his chair with its mass and giving him a nice round bubble butt just like Darius once had. Soon after he couldn’t help but let out a grunt as his chest heaved forwards, two massive pecs forming at last and being the final straw that caused his shirt to tear apart at last.

But of course just because Vince’s clothes were in tatters didn’t mean the growth was about to stop there. His body kept expanding, growing even larger with muscle. His thighs had grown so thick that it was impossible for them to not rub against one another. And that’s not to mention how ridiculously swole his upper body now looked. By the time the machine had finally run out of energy to pump into Vince’s body, his muscles looked engorged with unbelievable size and strength. No wonder since it was cramming all the muscle of a 6’5 man into 5’10 body. He was so swole now he’d hardly be able to move properly. But of course that had been accounted for and was about to change with the next transfer.

The machine returned its attention to Darius once again, sucking even more energy out of him. Only this time instead of taking his muscle, it was slowly shrinking his body in another way. His limbs and torso all diminished until his height had reduced its way down to 6 foot exactly. On the plus side for Darius, his body didn’t look quite lanky now as it had moments ago.

Of course once this was done the energy was once again redirected towards Vince. He felt the energy filling him once again, only this time it felt a little different. Instead of expanding, he felt himself stretching out instead! His arms and legs all grew longer as his height increased, finally coming to a haunt once Vince reached an impressive 6’3. Simultaneously the muscle he’d gained moments prior was now able to spread itself out a little bit better across his larger frame.

Now was the moment of truth. Had that bribe been enough to get Vince the last thing he wanted? There was silence for a moment as if the staff were still debating amongst themselves on what to do. For a second Vince was worried his little plan had failed. That is until the machine roared to life one more time…

“Hey uhhh… sorry you two but we just need to make sure there’s no ummm… imbalance between you two before we shut this thing down.” Said a voice over the speaker.

Darius was of course none the wiser but Vince knew exactly what that meant. Slowly and carefully so that he wouldn’t notice, the machine started sucking more energy out of Darius. Unbeknownst to the professional, his penis was gradually getting smaller until it had lost about 3 inches of its size. When the machine turned on Vince however, it made the transfer nice and fast. Within second he felt his cock inflate, going from an average 5 inch cock to an impressive 8 incher with some added girth to top it off. The rich, conniving man couldn’t help but grin maliciously.

A few minutes later the transfer machine was powered down properly before the staff returned to remove the helmets. As soon as they did, Vince looked down at himself in wonder. His body. It was everything he’d ever dreamed. Gigantic in every sense of the word with bulging muscle all over! He then glanced over at Darius who looked tiny in comparison. The intimidating bodybuilder he once was now replaced by an average skinny looking dude.

As soon as his restraints were removed, Vince tore away the remaining shreds of clothes leaving him in nothing but his dress shoes, socks and underwear. The latter of which was struggling against all hell to contain his cock and ass right now. But he wasn’t concerned about that right now. All he cared about was how fucking massive he was!

The very first thing Vince did was lift his hands up to grope his pecs, squeezing the muscle with pure wonder. They felt so soft yet when he tensed his pecs they became firm and hard. After that he bent forwards slightly and flexed both his arms together, feeling as they bulged with strength. His biceps looked like mountains on his arms as they peaked with insane size that not many would be able to match. And his lats… they were enormous! Even pushing his huge arms permanently out to the sides, giving him more of a natural alpha stance. It was incredible. He *felt* incredible!

Before Vince could continue exploring his god-like build however, one of the staff members stepped up carrying a pair of large black boxer briefs, some white joggers and a huge black t-shirt. “We figured you might want a change of clothes before you leave Mr Hamlin. We always have backups.”

The rich Adonis smirked before taking the clothes. “Thanks. I had such a one track mind towards getting this muscle that I hadn’t even considered my clothes.” He glanced down at the remains of his suit strewn across the floor. “Sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s no problem at all sir. We’ve found most people actually prefer keeping their clothes on during a muscle transfer so they can rip out of them anyway. We assumed that’s why you didn’t undress.”

Without another word, Vince pulled down his insanely tight underwear from before and kicked them onto the floor. The staff turned away but not before getting a glance at Vince's huge cock swinging free. It seemed that despite his self control, he was still rocking a semi. Of course the new hunk couldn’t help smirking at this, knowing full well his cock already looked bigger semi-erect right now than it did fully hard before. He didn’t dwell on it too much though. After all, Darius was still in the room. Instead he just pulled up the briefs and joggers he’d been offered, loving how despite their huge size, they still fit him perfectly. He did however decide to keep the t-shirt off for now. He wanted to savour this a little longer…

Meanwhile, as Vince marched over towards a mirror to admire himself further, Darius stood looking down at his thin lanky body. He hadn’t been this skinny since he was a teenager. The last time he did a muscle transfer, the other guy already had a decent but of muscle himself so the transfer wasn’t too crazy. But now? Lord knows how long it was gonna take him to put all that size back on. “Well… back to square one I guess.” He huffed, looking over at the rich white dude across the room who was now enjoying all his hard work. He couldn’t be mad. After all, he was getting an insane amount of money for this. But still. It just felt weird seeing himself like this.

The now miniature sized bodybuilder made his way over towards Vince who had now begun poses and flexing in the mirror, enamoured by his new reflection. Even watching as he pulled down the joggers for a second to get a look at how juicy his new muscle ass was and judging by Vince's reaction, he wasn’t disappointed. “Hey man. Lookin pretty swole! You’re happy with the transfer I take it?” Darius questioned, keeping a positive attitude.

Vince turned to face Darius with a cocky smirk. “Oh you have no idea. It feels even better than I could’ve imagined. Happy would be an understatement.” He confirmed, flexing again. He also couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he was now the one looking down at Darius thanks to the height transfer. “Thank you Darius. I promise you I’ll take good care of all this.” He vowed before extending a hand out.

“You better. I certainly didn’t sculpt all that muscle so a rich white guy could waste it away.” Darius half-joked as he clasped the other man’s hand and shook it firmly.

As they shook Vince couldn’t help but grin inwardly. Darius still hadn’t noticed the extra dick transfer he got the staff the throw in. Not that it mattered if he did because soon enough he’d get the staff to erase the info on the dick transfer from any of the transfer machine’s data logs. By the time Darius realises what’s happened, he’ll have no way to prove it as all the staff in the room will be sworn to secrecy with Vince’s money. It was slightly evil, he knew that. But how could Vince pass up the chance to fuck and dominate dudes not only with all this muscle but with an even longer and fatter cock too! Besides he needs bigger equipment to match his bigger body right!?

The staff then took some time to go over a few details with the men. Listing possible side effects and what to maybe expect post transfer such as headaches and mild nausea for the first 24 hours while their bodies adjust. Vince was hardly listening though, only focusing on how fucking jacked he was now. Once they were done with the formalities however, they said the pair of them were free to either leave or join the rest of the attendees at the buffet.

At last Vince slipped on his t-shirt, adoring how it clung desperately to his giant pecs while the sleeves struggled to hold his biceps. With that he made his way out to the buffet where some of the other winners were already being admired after their own transfers. There were a few others who’d buffed up considerably as well as a few that seemed to have gotten younger with an age transfer no doubt. He even saw the guy who’d bidded on the bearish criminal and sure enough he was covered in thick manly body hair now as he was proudly displaying through his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Not to mention the huge bushy beard he now adorned.

The moment someone noticed Vince however, everyone stopped and looked. His transformation was the most insane of them all and it was no surprise considering who he’d won on the bid. Within moments the attendees and other winners alike came over to ask him how it felt and what it was like. All of them seemingly blown away by his transferral. Of course Vince revelled in the attention and it was now easier than ever to pick out the other gay men from the crowd by the way some of them looked at him.

The rest of his evening was spent being admired and complimented on his new body. It gave Vince a sense of confidence and cockiness he’d never experienced before but he couldn’t deny how much he loved it. He was frequently asked to flex his biceps by the increasingly drunk attendee’s and some people had even asked him to pick them up off the ground to which he did with ease. He even learnt how to bounce his pecs to his and everyone else’s delight. One very drunk dude even made a comment about how he wanted to shove his face between Vince’s juicy pecs. A wish that Vince was happy to grant as he pulled the guy in for a hug and made sure to squish the dude's face between the two slabs of meat on his chest. After which Vince even gave the guy his number so they could maybe meet up another time when he wasn’t so drunk.

Eventually the night came to an end and everyone piled out of the event, eager to get home. On his drive home, Vince couldn’t help thinking about everything he was going to do now. Besides checking himself out every morning he was going to love the attention he was gonna get every time he walked into a room from now on. He was also going to have a ton of fun buying new clothes to fit his gigantic physique. Not to mention how empowering it was going to feel to be the biggest guy at the gym from now on as he works to maintain all this. And most of all he couldn’t wait to get some hot guys to worship all his muscle before he fucks their brains out. He already knew he’d be pounding the guy he gave his number to in the near future. Maybe he could get ahold of the dude that took the bear criminal’s hairiness as well. The dude had definitely been making eyes at him. He was already pretty good looking before but now with all that body hair he looked gorgeous. Vince couldn’t help Imagining how good those bearded lips would feel around his fat cock…

Regardless Vince knew that he was gonna have the time of his life being the muscle beast from now. He reached down and groped his now fully hard cock through his joggers, smiling as he felt a full 8 inches of thick man meat down there. Oh yeah he had A LOT of self worshiping to do when he got home.

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Stinky Wants a Taste of Brad

(continuation of Fatso's New Bubble Butt)

“Hehe yeah Stinky you shoulda seen me in that fleshy, I was smokin!”, Fatso giggled. “Well ya gotta let me try him out! I wanna have a taste Fatso!”, Stinky replied. 

It’s been a few weeks since Fatso had his fun inside Brad. He ended up being one of Fatso’s favorite fleshies and couldn’t get Brad off his mind. 

“No can do Stinky, I’m keepin’ Brad all for myself hahah”, Fatso declared with a mischievous grin. “I’ll show you him though, and you can watch me hop inside how bout that”, he continued. With a groan, Stinky responded, “No fair. But okay… let’s give ol’ Brad a visit shall we?”. With that, Stinky followed Fatso as they flew over to Brad’s apartment. 

Meanwhile at Brad’s apartment… 

“Babe please I don’t know what happened to me, I literally don’t remember fucking a man? I’m not even gay I’d never do that?!”, Brad said while on the phone with his ex-girlfriend. 

“Oh please stop with the lying, how many times do I have to tell you that I saw you with my own damn eyes! And you weren’t even shocked when I walked in!”, she responded. 

Brad replies, “I’m telling you the truth! I woke up butt naked on the floor covered in jizz, maybe that guy broke in and knocked me out I have no idea?! I love you babe, I’d never fuck anyone else!”.

Brad pleaded again, ”Please, I can make it up to you!"

"Oh yeah? How’s that, hm?" she retorted.

A spark of excitement lit up Brad's eyes. "Meet me at my apartment in 2 hours; it’ll be a nice surprise!" he exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm.

"Okay fine, but this doesn’t mean we’re back together," she warned as she hangs up.

In Brad's kitchen, he was on a mission – chopping veggies, tossing herbs, and turning the joint into a homemade pasta sauce that smelled like heaven. And if that wasn't enough, he dived into making a wicked chocolate fondue for dessert. The whole place was a mix of savory and sweet, and Brad couldn't help but taste-test, knowing he was cooking up something special for her.

With the grub in the works, Brad tackled the apartment vibe. He queued up some smooth jazz, not too loud but enough to set the mood. Candles were everywhere, giving off a chill glow, and he threw together a cute table with flowers as the finishing touch. The whole scene screamed "I put thought into this." Brad stepped back, gave a nod of approval, crossing his fingers that this combo of tasty eats and a cozy setup would make her want to get back together with him.

Phasing through the walls of Brad's place, Stinky and Fatso found themselves smack in the middle of a cooking show. Brad was in full chef mode, making the kitchen smell like a foodie's dream. The ghostly duo went invisible and floated to a corner and observed him.

“Mmmm hubba hubba, Brad looks as delicious as ever!” Fatso exclaimed. “And look at all the food he made, all for me hehehe”, he giggled. 

“Man Fatso you were right, he’s sexy as hell!” Stinky said. 

“Told ya. Now just sit back and enjoy the show!” Fatso replied with a mischievous grin and immediately flew towards the chocolate fondue and phased into it. 

“She’s gonna love this!” Brad smiled admiring his work. All the sudden the fondue started bubbling viscously. “What the hell?” Brad said confused as he walked over to it. 

Scratching his head, Brad eyed the bubbly fondue skeptically. "Okay, this is definitely not supposed to be happening," he muttered while he brought his face closer to it. As he grabbed a spoon to investigate, Fatso, now within the chocolate mix, couldn't resist a cheeky remark.

"Heh, hope you like your fondue with a touch of ghostly ecto, Brad!" Fatso's voice boomed as his head popped out of the fondue. “What the FUCK?!”, Brad yelled. Just as he opened his mouth to scream, Fatso pulled his fat ghostly body out of the fondue and flew straight for his open mouth. “Comin’ through braddy-boy!”, he yelled before his head plopped into Brad’s mouth. “MMmmph!” came out of Brad’s mouth as it was stuffed with Fatso. Brad was backing up as Fatso fit more and more of his body inside Brad’s mouth and down his throat. Eventually he backed into his couch which caused him to fall and sit down on it. 

Brad moaned as the last bit of Fatso’s tail slurped into his mouth with a *fwwoop*. Brad’s body immediately started shaking and jiggling on the couch as Fatso started taking over. His limbs flew out and in as Fatso inflated into them. While this was going on, Stinky appeared above them and smiled. “It’s always nice watching a sexy fleshy get possessed hahah”, he cackled. But what Fatso didn’t know was that Stinky had his own plan. 

As Fatso was busy trying to possess Brad, Stinky flew down and pulled down Brad’s pants and underwear, revealing his juicy dick and jiggling balls. “Mmmm those look delicious fleshy! I don’t care what Fatso said, I NEED to have a taste!”, he exclaimed before diving straight for his cock and sliding up his dick slit. Brad’s body was still shaking as Fatso was taking over. Once Stinky got all the way inside, he sabotaged Fatso’s possession attempt.

“Stinky?! What are you doing in here? He’s mine!”, Fatso shouted.  

“Sorry Fatso but Brad was just too good to pass up, you’re gonna have to share!”, Stinky replied with a mischievous tone.

Stinky started overpowering Fatso and began to shove him down away from Brad’s head towards his crotch. A gigantic bulge moved downwards, as his pecs inflated then deflated, and continued downwards inflating then deflating his stomach, and finally moving down into Brad’s dick and balls, making them huge. As Fatso’s body shifted, Stinky took the opportunity to fully take over. 

Brad’s body, still shaking, was lifted off the couch as his muscles were spasming, legs flailing, dick and balls jiggling. Suddenly a loud *boom* sound was heard as Brad’s body stopped shaking, and his head lifted with a grin. 

“Ahhhh oh yeah baby”, Stinky moaned, fully in control of Brad. He quickly took off Brad’s shirt, leaving him fully naked in the middle of the living room. He walked into the bathroom in front of the mirror and admired his naked body in all its glory. Suddenly his cock and balls jiggled slightly, bringing his attention to them.

“Damn it Stinky, you’re so wrong for that!” Fatso said inside Brad’s inflated crotch. “I always get the fat guy so I just wanted to have a thin fleshy all to myself!”, he continued. 

“Haha sorry Fatso, maybe next time! Just enjoy the ride down there, it’ll be great!”, Stinky replied as he gripped his gigantic fatso-filled cock and balls.

Stinky noticed the shower was on. Looks like Brad was getting ready to hop in, luckily it was already all nice and hot. As Stinky stepped inside, he moaned as he felt the hot water cover his body. “Ahhh this feels great fleshy!”, he says as he feels up his muscles. 

“Ya know what Stinky, it does feel pretty nice in here hehe”, Fatso giggles as he gets more comfortable being situated inside Brad’s crotch. He stops tensing his body as it relaxes, causing Brad’s cock and balls to bulge out more, while some of his ectoplasm briefly slips into his ass making it inflate for a sec. Stinky spends the next few minutes enjoying having full control over Brad. 

It was a bit squishy for Fatso, so eventually part of his tail slips out of Brad’s dick, before Fatso sucks it back in with a *pop*. Stinky giggles while turning off the shower, grabbing a towel, and walking out. He dries himself off and walks into the living room, immediately being hit with the aroma of the delicious food Brad made earlier.

“Mmm YUMBO! We gotta taste that grub Stinky!”, Fatso said from Brad’s cock. 

“Hmmm fine, but right after I wanna play with this guy’s dick. Plus, you’re making it extra nice and thick, big guy!” Stinky explained. 

Stinky walks their body to the food and starts shoving handfuls of it down his throat. “This tastes amazing!”, Stinky says. “Mmmm it really does! This fleshy knows how to cook hahah” Fatso laughs. Even though he’s not in control, he can still taste and feel everything Stinky does.

After a few more minutes of stuffing his face, Stinky eyes the fondue. He grabs the bowl and brings it over to the couch. He sits down and pours the chocolate all over his naked body. It coats his meaty pecs and inflated crotch as it drips down is thighs and legs. His cock quickly inflates into a hard on, prompting Stinky to grip it tight as he begins to stroke it.

“Oh fuck yes!”, Stinky moans as he strokes his dick, using the chocolate as lube. It feels especially good for Fatso, since he’s the one directly inside it. “Ughh hell yeah Stinky this feels incredible!”, Fatso says as Stinky strokes.

After a little over an hour of edging, Stinky and Fatso’s cock bulges before it starts spewing a mix of fatso’s ectoplasm and Brad’s cum all over their body and the floor, getting mixed with the chocolate fondue. Stinky scoops it off his chocolate covered chest and licks it all up. 

“Wow! Who woulda thought this combination would taste so amazing!” Stinky said as he swallowed. 

Suddenly they hear a knock at the door. 

“I wonder who that is? Maybe it’s one of his sexy fleshy friends hahah” Fatso giggles. They get up off the couch, covered in cum and chocolate, and walk to the door and open it. 

“Hey Br-… what the FUCK?!”, Brad’s girlfriend says as she sees Brad naked, semi-hard, and covered in chocolate and his manly spunk. 

“Who the hell are you fleshy?” Stinky asks her.

“What the hell do you mean? Why the fuck are you covered in chocolate? You’re disgusting!” she yells.

“It’s not that bad bone bag! Come on, give it a taste, it’s incredible!”, Stinky says as he scoops another chunk of the chocolate-spunk mixture off his dick and puts it towards her mouth. 

“Eww gross! Get away from me you freak!” she yells as she pushes his hand away and backs up. “I knew this was gonna be stupid! Don’t ever call me again, we’re done!”, she exclaims.

“Ohh Stinky I forgot, that’s Brad’s girl-.. sorry ex-girlfriend. I remember her from last time hahah”, Fatso tells Stinky.

“Ohh gotcha!”, Stinky replies.

“Sorry lady, this sexy ass is reserved for dick haha”, Stinky cackles as he turns around and spreads his cheeks showing his hole. A huge puff of his stench poofs out of it right into her face making her gag. She quickly runs away with a trail of Stinky’s stench following her.

Stinky and Fatso laugh together as they shut the door. “Speaking of dick, we need to get this ass plowed before the night ends!” Stinky tells Fatso.

“Agreed!”, Fatso replies as he recharges Brad’s cock and balls again, making his dick reach full mast, reaching a whopping 10 inches. This prompts Stinky to download grindr on Brad’s phone… again. 

To be continued?...

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El experimento del protoplasma

01 de Abril del 2025

Mi nombre es Erick y estuve presente en los eventos durante Spookyland, cuando las criaturas estaban robando cuerpos para poder salir al mundo exterior, acabe en una especie de caldero con otras personas.

Todo se arregló cuando el grupo misterio a la orden llegó a la isla, y detuvieron a las criaturas, derribando el caldero para que todos los protoplasmas regresarán a sus respectivos cuerpos sin embargo ese no fue mi caso ya que la criatura aún habitaba mi cuerpo, se había escabullido y escapó de misterio a la orden.

Estuve flotando sin rumbo hasta que logré encontrar un cuerpo que estaba desconcertado por todos los protoplasmas en el aire, era el cuerpo del famoso Tom Ellis, así que me dirigí directo a él y entre en su boca.

Lo derribe al suelo, comencé a tener una pelea con la criatura por el poder de conservar el cuerpo de tom, su cuerpo estuvo retorciéndose por el conflicto entre la criatura y yo, después de unos minutos la criatura fue expulsada del cuerpo de tom asumiendo yo el control total, la criatura al estar expuesta al sol explotó.

Me senté un momento para analizar lo que estaba pasando y ver qué ventajas podría sacarle a este nuevo cuerpo, me levanté del suelo y empecé a explorar mi cuerpo, pase mis manos por mi cara sintiendo mi barba, en mi cuerpo anterior nunca tuve así que era una sensación nueva pero agradable , estire mis brazos frente a mi para ver mis manos, apretando mis puños para visualizar las venas de mis brazos, hice algunas flexiones para admirar mis biceps, el cuerpo de tom estaba muy bien trabajado, en su pecho comenzaba a brotar su vello la sensación era muy satisfactoria no podía creer que ahora estaba en este cuerpo.

Deslice las manos por mi abdomen hasta mi short, le di un buen apretón a su entrepierna y wow quedé bastante sorprendido al sentirla, me quite el short para ver qué ropa interior traía puesta era un boxer color negro ajustado, empecé a frotar suavemente para medir la sensibilidad de mi nuevo miembro, después de un rato masajeando me quite el boxer para terminar está experiencia era bastante velluda su entrepierna creo no se rasuraba cuando llegó a la isla, al terminar de correrme me limpie y volví a ponerme la ropa que traía necesitaba averiguar que es lo que había pasado.

Estuve caminando sin rumbo hasta dar con una cueva, entre en ella todo estaba hecho un desastre como si hubiera habido una batalla, sin embargo no había rastro alguno de alguna persona o criatura, explore el interior y a lo lejos vi un artefacto una pirámide, me acerque y lo recogí del suelo en la inscripción decía daemon ritus, lo guarde conmigo, segui un rastro de huellas hasta que di al muelle donde la gente empezó a ser evacuada de la isla para regresar a la ciudad.

Al pasar el tiempo había estudiado este artefacto gracias a las investigaciones de Vilma, descubrí como convertir a una persona en protoplasma y expulsar el protoplasma del huésped al que entra y capturarlo, al igual que también me hice de influencias y varios contactos para reabrir la isla para un proyecto personal, así que contacte a mi grupo de amigos para preguntarles si estarían interesados en participar en un proyecto que les beneficiaria.

Continuará.....

[icekingtiger]

"You are deserving of others love only when you love yourself enough, bro,"

Remember that shit you said? Well, not so easy to say that now you're no longer the sweaty, ripped Adonis anymore, don't you? Yeah, how's that love search so far since Christmas? Few replies, zero actions in bed? This must have been the longest time you have no sex whatsoever, and how's that feel, weak cunt? How is it to feel so unwanted, no matter how much love you have in you, no one reciprocates it?

Thanks for the opportunity tho. Being nice really is overrated, especially when you started to get just a bit hot, a bit above average-looking. Why bother playing it sweet and gentle while being a toxic hot douchebag really generated all the buzz? It feels like second nature now to wrap myself in your persona, a hot douchebag with no empathy to other's feeling, and really mess with all of the girls and fags that instantly beg to to wipe off my body clean with their tongue or just simply get my attention even for a short amount of time. Guess what I said in the past really ring true, I deserve all these love and admiration because fuck, I really love myself, and I know from your 3 incher pecker, you love to get a whiff too, so, please, be my guest, be my fucking muskpig