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call-me-strega · 2 months ago

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Date Night Abduction

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One-shot in which Danny and Jason are kidnapped by a cult on date night but somehow it turns out all right.

(And if you notice anything coinciding with last year's DeadonMAYn prompts no you didn't)

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~~~ Danny and Jason both had busy lives. Danny was a full-time college student and worked a side job as a STEM tutor for high schoolers. Similarly, Jason was taking online classes for a literature degree and doing English tutoring, not to mention being a full-time crime lord/vigilante.

Luckily one of the perks of living together was they always came home to each other. However, this also meant they brought their stress and work home to each other. That's why they'd established early on to have at least one night a week dedicated to just spending some time together without any students, goons, or homework.

This week had been pretty hectic so they were both excited to go out on their date tonight.

And of course, that's when Danny and Jason were abducted by the cult.

They had wanted a night out to just relax and have some fun. There was a combination bookstore/cafe that had been running a promotional event, a Paint and Sip night with a twist. They'd be reading passages from some of their most popular books and then discussing and/or painting them. It was something fun where they could both enjoy themselves. But then they arrived to find out that the event was delayed because someone broke into the store two days ago and they were still making repairs.

Slightly disheartened, the pair decided to just walk around the area, hoping to find something else to do, or at least a nice place for dinner. Unfortunately, that’s when four cloaked figures burst out of an alley, ambushing them from behind.

They were able to get the two of them into chokeholds and cut off their airflow before either quite realized what was happening. The most Jason was able to gather before passing out was that this had been an attack of opportunity and the reason they hadn't attacked anyone else who'd been walking ahead of them was because none of them were a pair.

Jason's lungs ached as he came to, incense burning his nostrils. He groaned trying to blink away the blurriness from his vision as his head throbbed. Slowly, his senses came back to him and he could just barely make out the sound of voices chanting. He lifted himself onto his knees, hands tied behind his back, to find himself on a circular sigil drawn in chalk and salt. A few feet away was a similar circle with a familiar sigil, and in a center lay his groaning boyfriend who also seemed to be regaining consciousness. Between them, slightly behind (or was it in front of?) their circles, was an altar covered in a white cloth and asphodel flowers. There were about 20 creeps in dark green cloaks circling an even larger circle of salt and candles that encompasses them and their shrine thingy They moved rhythmically and chanted:

"Malfermu la pordegon. Alvoku la pordegogardiston, la reĝon. Malfermu la pordegon. Alvoku la pordegogardiston, la reĝon. Malfermu la pordegon. Alvoku la pordegogardiston, la reĝon....-" droned their monotone voices.

'That's Esperanto,' Jason recognized, translating the words. 'Open the gate. Summon the gatekeeper, the king.'

Jason paled in realization.

One cultist, presumably the leader, stepped forward, his long, deep purple robes flowing behind him. He held his arms out to the sides and made long zig-zagging strides following the rhythm of the chant, like some sort of messed-up dance.

Finally, he stopped at the alter between the two circles and dramatically brought his hands in front of him with a thunderous clap. The chanting paused and in a hoarse voice, the cult leader spoke.

" Finally, it is time."

The man unveiled something on the altar, an ancient carving. One of a figure that resembled a young man with swooping hair, a wispy tale below his torso, and a familiar logo on his chest.

It was Phantom.

Jason frantically made eye contact with a panicked Danny whose glassy blue eyes shone with fear and worry.

"Tonight we summon the High King of the In-Between! Tonight we summon the Guardian of the Gateway! TONIGHT! TONIGHT WE SHALL BIND THE KING OF SPIRITS! SO THAT HE MAY HEAR OUR PLEAS. SO THAT HE MAY GRANT US HIS GRACE AND ALLOW OUR LOVED ONES TO RETURN TO THIS REALM ONCE MORE!" The fanatic preached to his followers. He turned back around facing Danny and Jason once more.

"Blessed are we tonight, to have found the perfect pair to aid us!"

He raised a gnarled hand towards Danny, "A Vessel! For our Spirit Lord to inhabit!"

He turned, lifting his other hand toward Jason, " And his partner! An offering to bind and appease him! So that he may know the feeling of having a loved one! And that he may grant us his favor!"

The man pulled an ornate dagger from his waist and ordered out to the group, "Let us begin!"

The chanting resumed, louder now, and the man slashed his own palm. As he approached Danny, Jason struggled against his bindings. He wasn't able to get off his knees, it was as if he was being held there by some oppressive force.

The cult leader, who Jason had decided to call "Jackass McCreepy" in his head, lifted his hand over the rune circle that held Danny. The runes were meant to hold the King of the In-Between, which Danny technically was, hence his own inability to escape.

Good news: they didn't have to worry about Danny turning into a vessel for a spirit king because he already was said king (talk about a (un)lucky coincidence).

Bad news: Danny looked very different as a spirit king than as a human and this summon would probably force him to change.

Jason had never seen Danny's kingly form personally but he knew Danny didn't enjoy talking about it. He would always avoid or redirect the topic so Jason figured he was self-conscious about it. Now the bastards were gonna force him into it against will- And oh- oh, ew! That was gross!

Jackass Mc Creepy let the blood drip from his hand onto Danny's face. Danny shivered, goosebumps running up his back. He squeezed his eyes and mouth shut, futilely turning his face away from the blood. A single drop rolled down his cheek to the bottom of his chin before splattering onto the runes.

The chalk began to glow a pale green color. Beams of light grew upwards, slowly engulfing Danny's panicked form. The wind that came seemingly out of nowhere picked up. Jason could see Danny's silhouette begin to warp and grow. Jackass Mc Creepy dropped to his knees in reverence and the others soon followed.

Jason sucked in a deep breath. This was not good. He closed his eyes and concentrated pulling some of the ectoplasm thick in the air towards himself. With a rush of power and adrenaline, Jason broke free of his bonds and pushed out of his circle.

He immediately launched himself at Jackass Mc Creepy, tackling him to the ground and knocking him out with a nerve strike. He quickly turned on the other cultists as they slowly began to tear themselves away from Danny's transformation long enough to try and fight back. Unfortunately for these guys, they kidnapped the wrong vigilante.

Behind him, Jason could hear a distressed noise somewhere between a click, a wail, and a growl. He doubled his efforts. Taking down each cultist with ruthless efficiency. 'How dare these bastards upset his boyfriend! How dare they try to use him to what? Resurrect the dead?! The fucking audacity!'

Just then a sudden burst of power filled the warehouse. A harsh wind pushed outwards, knocking down a number of cultists and leaving several others frozen in a layer of frost. Jason alone remained unharmed.

Jason whirled around in search of his boyfriend. His gaze landed on the ruined circle of salt and chalk, which created a messy trail to a shadowy mass in the corner of the warehouse. Carefully, Jason approached not wanting to spook him. As he got closer he was able to make out a more defined form in the shadowy mass.

It was massive. Its body composed of a dark void freckled with pinprick stars and its hair was made of dancing trails of white light that floated upward off its head. It was somewhat humanoid and seemed to curl in on himself. The figure had four arms and a number of wispy appendages coming from his shoulders and torso that hugged himself, trying to condense himself and appear smaller. His face was smooth, lacking physical contours or blemishes, save his eyes. Oh, his eyes devastated Jason.

In place of his boyfriend's usual icy blues were two glowing orbs much like stars. From them, trailed rivers of blue-green cosmic dust.

'He's crying' Jason realized faintly.

Suddenly Jason found himself overwhelmed with rage once more. 'How dare those bastard force his boyfriend to take on a form he wasn't comfortable with! To make him show parts of himself he wasn't ready to share! How dare they make the sweetest boy in the universe cry!'

Jason was snapped out of his thoughts by more distressed clicking noises from his boyfriend. Jason reached a hand out, wanting to comfort him. But Danny recoiled, trying to squeeze himself further into the corner.

“I didn't want you to see me like this" his voice rasped like howling wind and echoed over itself in layers.

"I look monstrous. I am a monster. I- I hurt those people. You- ... you shouldn’t want anything to do with me.” He wallowed.

Jason continued forward undeterred. He placed his hand on one of his boyfriend's enormous shadow fingers.

“You’re not a monster Danny. You were scared and being forced into something you didn't feel comfortable with. You lashed out trying to protect yourself and that’s okay."

Danny leaned his large face down to look at Jason. He found no disgust or fear on his face. Only love and concern. Jason lifted his other hand, futilely trying to wipe Danny's cosmic dust tears away.

" And even if you were a monster, I’d be in no position to talk. I mean at least half those guys' injuries were from me. And- well you know what I was like after my resurrection. Some of the things I did- well ... I was pretty monstrous too.”

Danny crooned and clicked at him softly. He scooped the tall man easily into his palm and nuzzled his face toward him in a effort to reassure him.

“You were never monstrous to me, Jason. You were just adjusting to your new state of being. Becoming a revenant isn’t easy.”

Jason gave him back a wry grin, “Yeah well neither is being a halfa or ghost royalty I imagine, so cut yourself some slack too babe." He sighed leaning his forehead where Danny's cheek should be.

"I know you don't feel comfortable like this but I need you to know you would never scare me away.” He finished softly.

"Even when I look like The Abyss personified?"

"Even then starshine."

"For what it's worth I actually think you're still pretty hot like this babe."

"Jason!" came Danny's scandalized reply.

Jason merely laughed while Danny internally pouted. His boyfriend's audacity and lack of shame never failed to both astound and comfort him.

Jason found a phone on the body of a prone cultist and used it to contact Oracle and let the others know what happened.

"I'm sending B your way. What's Phantom's status?"

Jason glanced at his eldritch boyfriend.

"Still the size of a small house and beautiful."

Jason simply laughed as Danny clicked in protest and Babs gave him a long-suffering sigh.

"Cool it Casanova, just get him out of there before any cops show up."

"You got it O!" he chimed, hanging up the phone.

"Alright babe, try and shift back. I don't know about you but I think a night it with some romcoms and cuddles sounds good right about now. There's half a tub of Neapolitan and some cosmic brownies calling our names."

"Can we watch Wall-E?"

"Of course starshine."

Jason fell asleep that night with his arms wrapped around his (now once again normal-sized) boyfriend resting peacefully in his arms.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dead on main #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #one shot #hurt/comfort #established relationship #body transformation #self image issues #soft boyfriends #involves being kidnapped by a cult #ao3 link #ao3 writer #fanfic #eldritch danny

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beuxwhoyouare · 1 year ago

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Wondering

I don’t really remember much. I suppose that was always my biggest weakness. I’m part of a slug-like species of aliens known as Skreats. Our whole species thing is that they want to take over worlds by taking over the dominant species bodies and using their resources to conquer the universe. Blah blah blah I synthesized my whole life being taught that taking over hosts was my job and all I was supposed to do but what if I don’t want to?

I never payed much attention to all those logs and protocols about conquering. I just wanted to be free of Skreat expectations.

One day I left logging seminars and just hid inside my sectors pod shit hangar. I know I wasn’t supposed to but the ships are so comfortable so I just stay in there and hang for hours. Then all the alarms went off in the hangar, we were under attack but I didn’t want to get in trouble for being where I wasn’t supposed to be. I acted like I was supposed to be there and after a few more of us piled into the ship I commenced launch.

The ship was an escape pod automatically routed to vulnerable planets to conquer. We were headed to E Arth? As we tried to navigate through enemy lines we almost made it to our destination before being shot down in the planets atmosphere. I just fell and then it all went black.

When I came back to consciousness there was no ship near me just a hard cold black runway of some kind, I believe they’re known as roads. It was dark but sirens blared through the night heading towards a blaze in the distance. THE SHIP! I presumed the worst and tried to avoid being stomped on by these tall earthlings walking by me. I thought I found a good hiding place a lobby of some sort but that’s when I was spotted.

An earthling calling me and took me into the shelter of some clear glass container. He murmured words of snail and take care of. I think he’s under the assumption I’m one of these earth creatures.

For days he would give me earthy twigs and shreds of vegetables assuming that I would consume them. I admit I tried but they don’t necessarily make sense to me or my Skreat organs.

He invited other earthlings over some nights some he showed me to and others he got close to but before I could see what their interactions were he’d whisk him away to a private room away from me. But I did learn his name, Harrison.

I’d spend my days observing Harrison or the visuals he would put on his wall display of some sort. He called these things movies. So many of the ones we would watch had stories of love or adventure. It widened my desire to not conquer a world even more. Maybe that’s what I wanted to do. But I couldn’t, not stuck in my current tiny form.

I’m thankful Harrison saved me but I’ve got to level up. I decided to navigate my way out of the container, which I could’ve always done but I needed a plan first.

He was cooking his sustenance after coming back home all wet from his human secretions. With his back turned to me I leaped from the counter onto his waistband.

I consider it a species specialty that we Skreats are very pliable. I flattened out to slip under and find my way into Harrison. As I slithered towards his rounded backside, I began infiltrating and my savior began tensing up. He began to moan, mixing between pleasure and panic as he realized this was not a moment of intimacy but something else.

He began to switch hard to panic as he tried to fight my ascent but it was too late. I hauled it through so many tunnels of organs and vasculature until I got to his core. I guess you call it a heart. I began inserting my tendrils into it and began spreading myself through his bloodstream.

Pulse pulse pulse. I could feel his heart pumping and eventually I synced up with it. We were becoming one, my life purpose was finally being achieved. I had other plans though.

After Harrison took his last gasp for air, I began using my new earthling lungs. It felt like I was breathing too hard, wheezing for air that felt so foreign to me. Reading brainwaves to figure out things like movement and basic terms.

I decided to calm down and slow down. I used my new extremities and flexed my fingers as they’re called. I used them to start feeling my corporal form. Harrison’s lower back arched into a muscular bubble of a butt. I used one hand to slowly caress each curve before squeezing the firm but malleable ass. My other hand roaming across Harrison’s inflated arms and chest. He spent time pushing and pulling plates of metal and cables to get all this as I scanned his brainwaves more.

I’m sure this looked erotic to human beings but I was truly using this moment to discover earthlings.

I began to take off the coverings Harrison was wearing to see the anatomy it was hiding. So many curves and swerves I thought as I traced my host body with my hands. This body is feeling a nervous response called arousal I think.

Something is growing down below on my front area. I place one hand under the blue restraining fabric.

Firm but not hard as metal, the appendage was warm and almost inviting me to grab ahold. I used my new hand and began examining but as I examined and moved it around it felt exciting to go back and forth with it in my muscular hand. I took my other hand and explored the hole I entered through. I slid one finger in before slipping another then another one in.

Unhh

A sound came out of my mouth that I did not intend for. Is this also another nervous response? I began to give into the automatic responses and sped up. My stroking because more rhythmic and hard as I slid my hand up the hole in my backside. And before I could examine the responses another one emerged. A moan and a secretion.

First one then another then the appendage kept spurting out pulse after pulse of white viscous liquids. I was out of breathe in my new lungs. But curiosity struck again as I approached the liquid on a nearby wall. I got close to investigate and touched the sticky goo.

Maybe it’s nutritious or maybe a safety response? Hmm the brainwaves for this haven’t hit me yet. Well instincts haven’t led me astray yet. I opened my new mouth and used my new tongue to lick the wall clean. I wonder if this is how all food is acquired. Hmm.

#alien takeover #possession #male body possession #alien #body transformation #gay men #fiction #body theft

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baileybig · 19 days ago

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Got All Dressed Up To Go Out To The Movies And Buffet After, What Should I Eat At The Buffet? 😝

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whereserpentswalk · 9 months ago

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Reblog to receive your transformation. Look under the cut to see how your choice goes.

Lycanthrope: You can feel your bones shifting, your soul becoming forever fluid. As the moonlight shines on you you realize you can shift, as easily as you could go from sitting to standing. You can feel your hands turn into paws, your mouth become long, your entire body feel so warm and comfy under a pelt of fur. And you can run, through the forests and streets, and you can see and hear and smell like you never had before. And then you can go back, or remain in-between. Yet even in human form it's always with you, like your other form can always be in there waiting, waiting to be let out. You look in the mirror and it's not just you, your human face is just one part of a larger whole now.

Angels blood: it feels painful at first. You cough up what you think it blood but it looks like static. Your eyes start to glow but then wings come out from the back of your head to cover them forever. More wings sprout from your back, they feel nice, strange to move, strange to have new joints and bones and muscles, yet so soft and delicate and sensitive. Your body slowly shifts, as you become slender yet muscular, and you become completely androgynous, your sex organs fall away and any holes to expell waste close up. You feel comfortable all the time, you don't need to eat or sleep, and can't feel pain or tired, you're so strong now, yet so delicate.

Cyborg: You feel yourself being cut open. They decided to take away your sensation of pain instead of making you unconscious, so you feel everything it's just not painful at all. You can feel them cut through bone, dismembering you peice by peice, limbs and organs being gone forever, the strange sensation of body parts suddenly going dark. And then it comes back, peice by peice you get put back together. And your new parts all feel so strange, cold hard metal and plastic, they all move and feel differently then what you're used to, but they all feel so right. When you finally get up everything is diffrent, and when you see yourself in the mirror you realize there's no going back, you'll never be human again, you're as much a machine as a person, yet you're yourself, you're even more yourself then before.

Vampire: When you were first bitten it didn't feel like much, the transformation was slow. You became more androgynous every day. Your skin lost its color until it was entirely grayscale. You lost weight, you couldn't eat, at first you got compliments from weird people but soon you just looked sick, as you could see bones through your skin. Eventually you basically went through puberty in reverse, until you were sexless, and your genitals shunk until there was nothing left. You hadn't eaten in so long, but food seemed gross to you. Soon your mouth began to shift, seeming wounded at first, and then healing, it looked human when closed save for a few lines around your cheeks and jaw, but when you opened it all the way it was a massive complex maw with many jaws and countless sharp fangs, taking up half your face when fully open. After not eating for so long you finally take a sip of blood, from a freind willing to let you try, your veins light up red for a few moments and you feel so good, it's like a mix between the best food in your mortal life, and the joys of an orgasm, and you feel satisfied like you never had before.

Fae: You slowly let the strange tall woman pet your head and you know you're hers. She giggles as she takes out an eye in her hand and puts it back in bloodlessly. She waves her hand over your arm as it turns to living plant mater, and then she tilts her head to see if it fits and turns it back. She smiles, knowing what she'll do. Slowly she starts work, taking away parts and putting back new ones like you're a building toy. You look and see as she tries new limbs, new faces, everything she can think of, your human form being nothing more then a base she can customize. As she painlessly pulls out your teeth and puts gems in their place, and takes off layers of skin to make way for a new exoskeleton, she compliments you and tells you how good you are, and she gives you a kiss on the forehead right before she glues new wings to your back.

Doll: you can see your old self laying there dead, as you look at your new ageless hands. You can't pass for human like this but it doesn't matter, you have visible joins, and a flat unmoving face. It's weird moving without any soft skin. But you look in the mirror and you're so cute, they gave you such a pretty face, and started you off in a cute little suit to wear, with a rose it it's pocket and flowers in your artificial hair. You take a bit to figure out how to walk with your new legs, and everyone who looks at you thinks you're so pretty, not even as a person but as a peice of art, as something human hands made.

Mermaid: You feel yourself deep in the sea. But you aren't drowning. The water goes from blue to black but your eyes can see down here, and your body can live with the pressure. You can see around you as a city below the sea looms above and below you. Your body parts light up to accommodate the shadows, as do the creatures around you. As you start to swim your legs fuse together, and soon there are no legs, no feet, just a long serpentine tail, your body becoming cold and scaled from the chest down. You feel like you're wearing something cold restricting your movements but there's nothing on you. You can breath yet your mouth and nose take in no air. You'll never live with the humans again. Is this home. This is home?

Wyvern: You let the massive scaled creature bow to you and you touch its head. And suddenly you are one. It's like a link is formed and you can't tell where you and and it begins, your instincts, your thoughts, are the same. You can still feel and move your own body but likewise you can do the exact same for it. You can feel what it's like to move with the creature's weight yet elegance, with its sleek slender form, to move its powerful sharp toothed jaws and its delicate yet powerful wings. There's fire within this new body, and when you so wish you can breath it in and out. And it's all so natrual. You can see through both eyes, and you notice it's eyes have your color now, and a human shape, while yourse have its yellow green, and it's slit pupils now. You feel a need to fly that you know will soon be satisfied. You aren't one begin anymore, you aren't just yourself, you are mount and rider, and you feel your other body's wings spread as easily as you'd spread your arms.

Slime: it happens slowly, all of your body going away. First parts just feel soft, then soft enough to poke into, then it's just pink goo that you can move around as much as you'd like. The Flesh transforms but you just have to digest your own bones. The last parts to go are on your head, your teeth melting away as the last remnant of your humanity. Then you can move everything, it's unnatural feeling at first, you don't have individual body parts, just one shapeless mass that can be whatever you want, at one momment you'll be a human shaped thing, but the next you can be a shapeless blob, or anything else. Every part of you can see, and hear, and taste, and eat. You feel so fluid, so free, you are constrained now by nothing.

Living clothing: You let it wrap around you. It's fluid at first, wrapping around you. You can feel it bond to your skin, become as much a part of you as any other layer of flesh. It transforms, it can be any article of clothing, any outfit, all small or as large as long as there's something still on you. And you can feel it, whatever it is you can sense through it, it feels cold and wet in a refreshing way, and when it's something all around you it like a part of you is able to hug and hold yourself. But it's not you, it starts to whisper, and you realize you'll never be alone again.

Spirit: you are nothing. You can feel nothing. Your body is gone, truly gone, yet you can see, you are somewhere. And at just a thought you can be anywhere else you want to be, and look however you want. You can't touch. There is no more touch but you can lift with your mind what you desire. And you can see souls, see thoughts, see the mindscape that humans never can. Yet you're never to feel again. That is unless you possess someone, those bodies do look so possesable, to see what they see and feel what they feel. Mabye you can't just grab someone, but a living host...

Demon: the pact is sealed and your soul is forever gone. You don't feel diffrent, you're still you, but you can see souls, see the people around you have them, and they look so sweet, taste so good. Your true form sets in, as first you look like your ideal self, but then you begin to mutate. Raven's wings come from your back and horns grow from your head. Your eyes redden and teeth sharpen, and your hair becomes replaced with snakes, as a single snake replaces your sex organs. A Scorpion's tail comes out from your spine, and your feet turn into hardened hoves. You feel your new body parts and they feel so good, so natrual, they feel like this is what you were always meant to look like. You can turn back but it'll just be an illusion, this is your body now. Your wings and tail feel so good to move, like they were always meant to be there, like you were missing something without them, and as your snake hair rises it feels so nice, so powerful.

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wishmaster · 2 months ago

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Foot obsession gone...Right?

I found myself surfing the net trying to find the perfect guy to jack off too, he had to have great feet.

Bingo. I told him he was perfect. He intern told me I would be soon. I didn't understand, but soon I felt my body begin to burn. I dropped my dick as I felt a warmth begin to swallow me.

I glanced over, my body becoming buff and haity, it felt amazing, but the growth didn't stop at my chest.

Hair expanded over my new firm, ass. My mind began to alter, my life not my old one any more.

Suddenly I looked like a model, white suit jacket on, but a lack of pants, my dick getting hard and now on full display of my camera.

Now you're perfect, the kid on the other end of the monitor said now.

his eyes focused on me now.

Suddenly I felt him gripping me his fingers running through my hairy chest, When we focused we we're now sitting on the beach together.

Dammit, my cute little boyfriend had started to grow his beard, fuck he looks amazing, can't wait for it to grow out.

#body transformation #male transformation #world rewritten

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petew21-blog · 5 months ago

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Garden of Andros

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(Other parts of story may follow)

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dante2045 · 8 months ago

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Curse of the Twink

Bobby ran a hand through his styled hair as he entered the bar, scanning the room for a potential victim. He hadn't fed in a week and could feel his cock pulsing within his briefs, begging to drain a stud of his muscles and manliness. He quickly took notice of Broden, a muscular jock loitering near the bar counter.

"Hey there," Bobby called out in greeting, approaching Broden with a friendly smile. "Mind if I join you?"

Broden looked up from his drink, his eyes lighting up as he appraised the slim twink flirting with him. "Sure thing, little guy."

Bobby slid onto the barstool next to Broden, signaling to the bartender for a drink. His delicate, manicured fingers gently brushed along Broden's muscled thigh through his blue jeans. "So, what brings you here tonight?"

Broden chuckled, taking a swig from his beer bottle. "Just looking for some company to kill a couple of hours. You?"

"Same," Bobby replied, leaning in and whispering in Broden's ear, "How about you show me your apartment?"

Broden smirked, nodding in agreement. "Sure thing, cutie."

Bobby slid his hand into Broden's and lead him out of the bar, leaving their half finished drinks behind. Bobby could feel Broden's eyes fixed on his tight round ass and purposely wiggled his hips so it bounced with every step. Bobby wanted to feast on this jock and drain his masculinity right there in front of the entire bar, barely able to control his urges.

Luckily for Bobby, Broden only lived a few blocks away from the bar. The men walked through the cool autumn night in silence, both thinking about what would happen once they made it back to Broden's apartment.

Once inside, Broden slammed the door shut behind them before he pushed Bobby against the wall, his hands roaming all over Bobby's slender frame. "You sure you know what you're getting into, little fella?"

Bobby moaned softly, wrapping his own arms around Broden's thick waist. "Oh, I'm positive."

Broden's lips brushed against Bobby's, their tongues eagerly massaging one another. Bobby's hands slipped under Broden's tank top, running his palm down Broden's chiselled abs.

"Fuck, you are turning me on so much," Broden growled, grinding his hard member against Bobby's thigh.

Bobby gasped. "Fuck me, Broden. Please."

With a grunt, Broden lifted Bobby effortlessly and carried him to his bedroom. He gently lowered Bobby onto the bed, crawling beside him. "Hope you can handle a big man, baby."

Broden tore open Bobby's shirt, exposing his smooth, flat chest. His mouth grazed against each nipple, sucking and nibbling as Bobby writhed beneath him. Bobby's hands roamed over Broden's muscular back, squeezing his broad shoulders.

"Take off those pants," Broden demanded, his voice rough with desire.

Bobby hurriedly kicked off his jeans and briefs, leaving him naked and vulnerable. Broden stood up, quickly stripping off his own clothes with a frantic fervour. His erection sprang free, long and thick, dripping with precum.

Bobby's breath hitched as he took in the sight. "Holy shit, Broden. You're... huge."

Broden chuckled, positioning himself between Bobby's spread thighs. "Ready, cutie?"

Bobby nodded, his heart pounding throughout his body. "Yes."

Broden lined himself up, pressing the mushroom head of his cock against Bobby's tight hole. With one swift motion, he thrust forward, burying himself balls deep.

Bobby screamed, both in pain and pleasure. "Fuck!"

Broden began to thrust his hips, pulling in and out of Bobby's hole. "That's it, take it like a good boy."

Broden's thick, meaty fingers dug into Bobby's shoulders as he kept up his pace. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through him, pushing him closer to the edge.

"Harder," Bobby panted, "Don't stop."

Broden obliged, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. His abs clenched with each pulse, his muscles rippling under his skin.

"Almost there," Broden grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Gonna make you cum, baby boy."

Bobby came, his body spasming as he coated his own stomach with his release. The sensation pushed Broden over the edge as well, his cock throbbing as he spilled deep inside Bobby.

Both men panted heavily, Broden gently extracting his member from Bobby. Broden collapsed on the bed beside Bobby, his eyes drifting close as he recovered from his orgasm.

Broden felt a strange tingling sensation begin to spread through his body. He looked down in confusion as he saw his abs start to smooth over, the defined ridges softening and filling out into a flat tummy. Broden's muscles began to deflate, his thick and veiny biceps shrinking down to become lean and scrawny. Bobby's heart continued to race as he watched the transformation unfold before his eyes.

"What the hell is happening?" Broden muttered, his voice growing soft and higher-pitched.

Bobby didn't bother responding, too entranced by the spectacle of Broden's changing form. Broden's long and thick cock began to shrink down, shortening and thinning. His balls shriveled, retracting into his body. Broden's ass ballooned out into a tight bubble butt.

Broden's face was the last thing to change. His sharp features softened, his jawline rounding as his masculine visage gave way to a more delicate appearance. Within moments, Broden had transformed into a mirror image of Bobby himself.

"No," Broden whispered, his voice now sounding identical to Bobby's. "This can't be real."

Broden's brain chemistry began to alter, his memories and personality changing. Instead of being the tough macho jock, he now remembered being the shy, quiet outcast throughout most of his life. His memories of topping dozens of twinks were rewritten, replaced with bottoming for various men. He lost any interest in sports or video games, now being interested in fashion, novels and cooking. Broden was completely gone, replaced with an exact clone of Bobby.

Bobby reached out and traced the chin of his clone, admiring his handiwork. Broden had changed just like the others had.

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Bobby had once been in a long term relationship with a man named Martinez. He had loved Martinez deeply and had been sure they would spend the rest of their lives together...until he'd walked in on Martinez with another man. In the ensuing argument, Martinez had cruelly called Bobby nothing but a 'dumb, easily replaceable twink'.

Heartbroken, Bobby had fled their apartment and wandered the streets in a daze, eventually stumbling into a Magic Shop. Bobby had entered looking for a cure to his sorrow, but the mysterious store clerk had suggested revenge was a much more cathartic solution. The clerk sold Bobby a potion, instructing him to drink it and convince Martinez to have sex with him one last time.

As instructed, Bobby swallowed the potion's contents, plugging his nose so he couldn't taste the bitter liquid. A strange energy pulsed from within him; he hurried back to his apartment. Martinez was more than willing to let Bobby back in as the twink apologized, begging for sex. Martinez wasted no time leading Bobby to their room, stripping down and thrusting his swollen member into Bobby.

After cumming, Martinez had complained about a strange feeling. Bobby watched on in awe as Martinez was slowly drained of his muscles, his beefy body deflating into a thinner, skinny build. Martinez shouted obscenities as his massive erection shrunk down, dwindling to less than half of its former glory. Martinez's golden brown skin lightened to a pale white, his stubble and body hair disappearing back into his skin.

Bobby looked on in awe as Martinez's body continued to shift into a replica of his own. After the change was complete, it was clear that Martinez was gone, replaced with an identical clone of Bobby.

Bobby hadn't meant to change Martinez; he'd had no idea what the magical potion he'd been given would do. Still, as he and his clone curiously inspected each other, he found it difficult to regret his choices. Martinez had been a dumb, brutish jock; sure he'd been hot, but he was also opportunistic and cruel. Having another Bobby in the world seemed like an upgrade in comparison.

The two Bobbys got along great, seeing as they shared all of the same interests and habits. Living with himself was a massive upgrade over Martinez, who had been a messy slob. The only problem, Bobby hated to admit, was that he missed sex. While he found himself attractive, neither Bobby was willing to assume the top position that Martinez had vacated. The Bobbys had kissed and jerked each other off, but as the days passed he had an almost overwhelming urge to be penetrated again.

A little over a week after Martinez's transformation, Bobby could not resist the need any longer. He headed out to a gay bar, looking for a quick hookup to release the tension that had been building in him. It didn't take him long to meet Alistair, a drunken frat bro who was clearly looking for someone to take home.

Without much preamble, Alistair and Bobby headed back to Alistair's apartment. Bobby wanted to avoid his own place as he wasn't sure how he'd explain his clone, should they cross paths.

After Alistair emptied his load inside Bobby, the pent up hunger that had been growing in Bobby quickly subsided. He let out a sigh of relief, feeling at ease once more. Bobby was surprised when Alistair let out an uncomfortable grown and complained about a weird sensation. It didn't take long before Alistair's muscular body shrank down, morphing into a copy of Bobby's.

Bobby had assumed that the potion had been a one time spell and the magic would have worn off after getting his revenge on Martinez. Looking at the jock turned twink before him, Bobby realized this wasn't the case. It appeared that any man that fucked him would succumb to the magic, transforming into a replica of him.

Bobby felt guilt over accidentally transforming Alistair. Where Martinez had had it coming, Bobby had only met Alistair a few minutes before changing him. Bobby vowed to stop sleeping with men, not wanting to spread his curse any further.

A week after hooking up with Alistair, the urges returned. The magic was growing within Bobby, looking for a release; he could barely control himself. The curse wanted to be spread, whether Bobby agreed or not. He tried to distract himself, but with every hour that passed, the struggle got harder. The feeling was primal in nature, an animalistic need that could not be ignored. As it approached midnight, Bobby finally gave in and headed out to the bar where he met Broden.

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Bobby looked over at his sleeping clone, the one who had been Broden a little over an hour ago. After Broden's change, the new Bobby had been exhausted and quickly fell asleep. Bobby tried to join him, but sleep eluded him as his thoughts raced.

He had now stolen the lives of three men. As guilty as he felt, the knowledge that he had turned these muscular studs into his own possey of Bobbys did have a seductive allure to it. Would the magic ever fade? Or would he continue to sleep with men indefinitely, draining their masculinity and creating more twinks?

Bobby pushed the thoughts from his mind, taking a deep breath to relax. Whatever was to come, he would find a way to deal with it. And he wouldn't have to do it alone, he thought, snuggling into the arms of his twin.

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