theposssessionmaster

[theposssessionmaster]

THEME: it's just hate sex with dean..

CHARACTER: male reader x dean winchester

NOTE: as promised, dean winchester one shot. also!! requests are open.

WARNING: breeding kink,, clothed sex,, dirty talk,, degradation,, slight dacryphilia,, hair pulling,, short and not proof-read :(

“..hhhfuck—” dean breathed out lowly, grasping onto the table's edge for dear life. his back was arched slightly, forehead pressed against the wooden surface itself.

dean was bent over a table, and you were fucking him from behind. your hands holding his hips firmly, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. sure, it was stable, but it wasn't fast enough for dean. he wanted you to be rougher. “Don't be a bitch, dean.” you cooed gently, pushing one hand up dean's spine, the action more sensual than anything. “let me hear you.” in response, the other just gritted his teeth, letting out a small frustrated groan. how could he let this happen? he hated you, he hated every single bone of your body.

“you- fuck like a virgin.” dean mumbled out, his tone bitter. “this your first time? you experimenting, huh?” he quipped, lifting his head up and turning it to the side, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You let out an amused scoff in response, suddenly pushing your hips forward, the action harsh and quick. it made dean stumble, knees buckling for a moment, his grip on the edge tightening. he turned his head away immediately clenching his jaw.

“don't try to taunt me, dean. you're the one taking my cock like a damn slut right now. i can feel you clenching around me,” you spoke, leaning forward, your chest just above his back. “shh-shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch—” dean responded with a strained voice, his face twitching in annoyance. or maybe from the fact that he was holding back so many sounds. he pretended like he didn't like what you said, but god, he only got harder. his abdomen tensed too. fuck. “listen to yourself right now..” you muttered, your lips right next to his ear. “the little gasps? yeah, you love this,” your tone took a more confident edge.

dean hadn't even realized that he was gasping, letting out soft breaths that soon evolved to pants. “Mmhhm—” he let out an agitated groan that turned into a humourless chuckle. “you- keep telling yourself that-” he choked out. “oh, I don't need to. you think I would've been able to get you into this position if you didn't want it? aren't you a big, strong hunter?” you teased, moving one hand to the back of his neck. soon enough, you gripped his hair, pulling his head back. “so, tell me,” you urged him, pressing a kiss to his throat. “tell me how much you want this. how much you want my cock, how good you feel right now.”

dean kept quiet, his breathing laboured and heavy. his eyes fluttered shut as you continued kissing his throat, eyebrows stitched together. “go to hell.” he spoke as he tried to squirm out of your grip. “no, no dean,” you pressed gentle kisses against his skin again, making your way from his throat to the nape of his neck, letting go of his messy hair. “not what i asked for,” the moment you said the word 'asked' you thrusted in deeper, as if enunciating your point, making dean squirm even more. “but I'll let it slide.” you breathed out, eyes boring into the back of his head.

“shhh..shit. fuck fuck fuck-” dean groaned out, his eyes screwed shut. “you're a bastard-” he said before letting out a mewl, of all things. you let out a small chuckle, letting your pace increase - you couldn't torture dean for long, you were starting to feel bad with all his jittery squirming. “mhm? what else?” you inquired softly, so innocently, as if you weren't pounding him from the back. dean could take this, of course he could. But then, both of your hands moved back to dean's hips, grip firm, as you pulled him against you. essentially, making his ass meet your pelvis.

“hhn!” he gritted out, his fingers curling up around the edge of the table. “d- don't you manhandle me.” he protested weakly, his thighs tensing and hips stuttering. “that's not manhandling, dean. d'you want me to, though?” you asked gently, keeping your pace steady. of course, no response from the man under you. he'd be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't curious as to what manhandling felt like, but he didn't have it in him to ask for that. let alone from you, someone he loathed. he's chastising himself for even letting this happen. his pride - wounded.

as dean continued his silent treatment of sorts, you decided for him. why the fuck not? gotta have some fun in a way, right? you pulled out, only momentarily, as you flipped dean over to his back with ease, earning a small, barely even audible yelp from the hunter. you pushed your way back in with slight resistance, dean's abdomen tensing as you did, his hands scrambling to grasp at something. well shit, his hands couldn't reach the table's edge anymore. and reaching for the edge above him would be uncomfortable. you noted his actions, realising immediately that he didn't want to touch you.

“damn, not even gonna put your hands on me?” you asked with a slightly offended tone, shifting on your feet to find a better, more comfortable angle. “c'mon..” you groaned out, one hand gripping dean's still clothed thigh, the other moving up to grip his jaw. “you want to, right? fuck your ego, dean. just do it.” you urged, your face so close to his. his vision was slightly unfocused, his toes curling just a bit. the thought was so tempting. his mind was starting to get lost in the pleasure you were providing, his skin tingling under your touch. “ain't happening.” he managed weakly, his face a.. a scowl? seriously?

“what a bitch,” you muttered in disbelief. “i've already got you where I wanted to, what's the point of giving me attitude, hm?” you pressed, the sound of your (unbuckled) belt buckle getting progressively louder due to your thrusts getting deeper. the slick sound of your cock going in and out of dean's hole progressing in volume, too. dean almost bit his tongue while trying to contain his noises. he wasn't going to give it to you. “baby, you've gotta be more compliant than that..” you cooed gently, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips that dean didn't return. he wanted to. fuck you were so hot. soft groans escaped his throat, his lips pressed to a thin line as his hands gripped at literally nothing.

“how 'bout we make a deal, hm?” you suggested suddenly, your thrusts slowing down but not stopping. that grabbed dean's interest. “you stop holding back.. and I won't mention this, ever again.” he shot you a skeptical look. you? not talking about this? what a joke. “i promise.” you added, your tone almost pleading. “i just gotta know how good I make you feel. that's enough for me.” you breathed out, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin of his thigh. “i'll kill you- if- if you don't keep that stupid promise.” dean threatened, albeit with a shaky voice. he was far too easy to deal with.

finally, after what seemed an eternity, one of dean's hands found their way to your shoulder, the other reaching to hold onto your waist - or more so your shirt. due to his newfound compliance, you could give it your all without him trying to hold back. you pushed your cock all the way in, because you hadn't yet. safe to say that the man you were currently fucking the living daylight out of didn't know you weren't bottoming out. “Ah!- motherfuckerrrr-- mmhh—” he whimpered out in a broken voice, his hand moving from your shoulder to the side of your neck. his face was scrunched up, eyes shut tightly.

what heavenly sounds. you let a smile creep up onto your face as you kissed him, passionately, this time dean reciprocating the kiss even if he was a bit late. he let out deep grunts every time you thrusted in, your mouth just devouring the damned sounds. you didn't waste a second, pushing your tongue into his mouth and swirling it against his. dean's breath stuttered, almost feeling overwhelmed, his thighs aching beyond belief. when you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, dean spoke up. “are you fucking trying to suck out my soul?” he seethed, panting heavily.

“somethin' like that, yeah.” you breathed out, your eyes locked onto his neck as your hand that was on his jaw just ran over his torso. eventually, it ended up at the hem of his shirt. you simply pushed the shirt up to his collarbone, dean's facial expression shifting to a more confused one. the moment your mouth landed on his nipple, he forced himself to hold in a girlish shriek. he wasn't used to his nipples being played with. both of the latter's hands gripped at your hair, in an attempt to ground himself but also pull you away if needed. “wh- what the fuck, man?” dean got out, his voice strained, maybe a pitch higher.

the sensation of you sucking on his nipple and pounding into him ruthlessly made him let out continuous moans, his voice breaking more with each other. eventually, he let out a sob, his fingers tightening in your hair, the stinging pain making you groan against dean's skin. you could feel his thighs trembling against your pelvis. you didn't stop though, as dean made no protest. but what you took notice of was his whiny moan of your name. it made your gaze shift to his face. god, it made you wish you had a camera just to take a photo and hang it on your wall. his eyes welled up with tears, just barely, his mouth agape, drool on the corners of his lips, all pretty, just for you. you trailed up kisses from his chest to his face, the action more gentle than you anticipated but oh well. “fuck, you're such a slut.” you mumbled against his cheek, your eyes closed as you got lost on the bliss that were dean's sounds, his hopeless squirming and trembling. “takin' me so well, like you were made for this.” you continued. “were you?” you inquired, your tone too sweet compared to your words.

a fucking whimper was what you got in response, his hips shamelessly rocking against yours, as if seeking friction. he wasn't getting enough? “you tryna get off, huh?” you leaned back up, gazing down at him. “ugh, I wanna breed you.” you rasped out, too lost in your own fantasies. “just imagine it, me filling you up, to the brim. with my cum. mine.” dean's face contorted an almost concerned facial expression. the worst thing was was that he didn't even hate what you said, he wasn't against it. he might've actually liked it. he pulled you down as his hands remained in your hair, still, his mouth latching onto your neck as he sucked hickeys onto your skin. you hummed out a sound in response, twitching inside dean. he only continued making sounds against your skin. he seemed desperate to have some sense of control.

dean kept his head buried into your shoulder, as the numerous and various moans, whines and whimpers escaped his lips. he was trying so hard to catch his breath, his thighs tensing around your waist. “who knew such a deep voiced hunter would make such girlish moans?” you teased mindlessly, your only focus now to just breed the fuck outta him. it was at this point that dean didn't even bother responding, frantically holding you close, his hands trembling. oh god you were too much. not that he'd admit that. the more you continued thrusting into him, the more he cried out. yes, cried. sure, tears weren't rolling down his face, but they were there, you knew they were. you could recognise it, the way his voice got high pitched and so eager.

eventually, the overwhelming heat that was pooling in your lower stomach was getting even stronger, and you were close. not even warning dean, you gave harsh thrusts, the other's body twitching helplessly in response as he gasped. you came inside with a groan, your hands holding dean's waist so severel that it might've even left bruises. dean let out a sharp hiss before it turned into a mewl, once again, and he couldn't help but get even more turned on by the liquid that was inside of him. he came, untouched, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as his blunt nails dug into your shirt. he was sweating, his head lowered.

“this ain't 'nough.” you mumbled weakly, starting to move again. goddamn it, dean was in for a night.

[theposssessionmaster]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x M!reader

Summary: Dean gets a phone call during sex and to your surprise, answers it. So now, he has to try and not make it obvious that someone’s dick is up his ass.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

To the anon that requested the Steve Rodgers & M!reader, it is almost done but still needs to be proofread.

“Son of a—!” Dean grunted, cutting himself off as your hips snapped against his. Your cock constantly hit his prostate with every thrust and shove of your hips. Both of you have been waiting for this; to caught up in a hunt to have some time to yourselves. It wasn’t an easier one either. Well, none of them really are easy, but this hunt was difficult. The moment you thought you had something, you didn’t. Constantly getting set back to square one, and once you got the hands on the thing it was surprisingly easy to take down. Either way it was a win.

So of course, you both took this time and used it wisely.

Your grip on Dean’s hips tightened, moving him closer to you. In which that brought him back onto your cock just as you went to thrust again. He huffed and panted, chest rising and falling rapidly with a sheen of sweat. His legs tightened around you while a hand hurried to grip the pillow behind his head. Grounding himself. “Do you feel good, baby?” You asked, voice low and calm.

“God—yes!” He replied, clenching around your cock. You rubbed at the inside of his thigh for little comfort.

Just as you went to speak again Dean’s phone started to ring. You slowed your thrusts but didn’t fully stop. “Think you should answer that,” You teased, watching as he rolled his eyes. You tried to make out what the words glowed on the device. It read ‘Bobby’. “It’s Bobby.” You chirped and put a stop to your movements. And with an annoyed huff, Dean raised himself to his elbows, grabbed his phone, and rolled his eyes once more before answering.

“Yeah?” He questioned. You heard the faint sound of Bobby’s voice on the phone, and he didn’t sound too happy. “No, Bobby, you don’t—“ When Dean got cut off he locked eyes with you as if you were the one that did it. Unfortunately you had to stifle your laugh.

An idea struck your mind, and with the type of person you are, you’re gonna do it. So, you slowly aligned the tip of your cock against his loose hole. It strikes his attention when he felt it—instantly going to say something but remembering he was on the phone. So, he looked at you as if you’d gone crazy. But once you were fully in and started your pace again he had to swallow the comment that rose in his throat. Your hands went back to his hips, adjusting your grip before pulling him back closer to you again. With that action it caused your cock to drive deeper into him. In which Dean clenched his jaw so damn hard you’re sure it hurt.

Wanting to provide him some comfort, you put one of his legs on your shoulder. Your hand held his thigh and soon started to rub small circles with your fingers.

“The bottle should be in the—hah!—cabinet in the bathroom.” Dean stammered while responding to Bobby. His face twisting into a look of pleasure before biting his lip and rethinking his life choices. Meanwhile, you were still enjoying yourself. You planted a kiss on his leg and let your hand slide down his thigh. Bobby started speaking again, you could hear the faint of his voice. “Yes, I’m fine, Bobby. Can you focus on looking, please?” Dean grunted, shooting you a look. He was pissed.

To help calm him down a bit, your other hand reached for his cock. It was an angry shade of red and leaked like a faucet. When you started to pump, you could hear him gasp and saw as he shut his eyes. With every thrust of your hips, and stroke of your hand, it drew Dean closer and closer to the edge. Even you too. With how perfectly he hugged your cock and the way he looked.

The two continued to talk on the phone. Dean was struggling to keep back all the noises that wanted to pour from his mouth. It fucking sucked. He wanted to let you hear him, hear how good you’re making him feel. ‘N he wanted to hear your words of praise while your hands roamed his body. But he had to wait, unfortunately.

Eventually, when you gave one more hard thrust into him he came. Biting his lip so damn hard it bled. But the thing was he couldn’t do it anymore. No matter how hard (no pun intended) he tried to keep in the noises that dared to be let out, it didn’t help when you kept going. Kept going till you came inside of him with a quiet groan, and soon stopped from the overstimulation that started to rise in the both of you. Dean had let out a moan. Best believe it caught Bobby off guard— stopping mid sentence. Before he could even ask any questions Dean quickly said he had to go, then hung up. Tossing the phone somewhere on the bed.

Now all that sounded the room was heavy breathing and the creak of the bed once you shifted. “Well,” You started.

“Don’t—don’t you say a fucking word,” Dean huffed. Though he sounded irritated, you knew he wasn’t. You knew he enjoyed it, all of it. So you leaned down, breath fanning over his ear. You heard him gulp.

“You did so good, baby. Kept yourself quiet as long as you could.” You cooed. A hand running up and down his chest. Then you turned your head and you both made eye contact. And oh, his pretty face was in the expression of a scowl. “‘M sorry, pretty. It won’t happen again.” You whispered against his lips. Fighting a smile. Before he could respond you gave him a nice, gentle kiss. Then pulled away to look at him. Finally, after a few seconds, Dean opened his mouth.

“Asshole.”

[theposssessionmaster]

Not Mr. Winchester

🚗Pairing(s)🚗🠞 Dad’s Best Friend Dean Winchester x male reader ⚠️CW⚠️🠞 gay, gay-sex, daddy kink, dirty talkinh, degradation, manhandling, spanking, biting, size difference, size kink, belly bulge, cum inflation, breeding, blowjob, face-fucking, caught sex, Dean has a big dick (of course), top Dean Winchester, bottom male reader, age difference, age-gap, possessive, and possessive behavior. (Dean is 48, and you’re 27.) Dean lusts over you, and you do the same. 🔞Rating🔞🠞 Explicit 🚗Requested🚗🠞 Yes

🖊️Word count🖊️🠞 3.5k 

🚗Summary🚗🠞 Dean retires from his hunting career and decides to visit his old best friend. He found that you existed, the son of his best friend. Despite the apparent age difference and you being his friend’s son, Dean felt attracted to you and wanted you.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

The Chevy Impala rumbled down a familiar street that Dean used to come down often. Being home after traveling the whole country with his brother and angel, solving cases and killing supernatural creatures, felt surreal. Dean enjoyed his hunting career, but it was time to lay down his arsenal. He deserved this break. 

There was one other place Dean wanted to be besides his home: his old best friend’s place, your dad’s home. 

He and Dean go way back, encouraged by their families to hang out since they were friends in their youth. They’d been friends until contact was lost when the Winchester followed his father’s footsteps, becoming a hunter and subsequently traveling the country for years and killing various creatures. 

After retiring, Dean found his old friend through social media and set a date to meet again and catch up. They grabbed a few beers, laughed about the old days, and talked about their current lives. He couldn’t tell your father about his hunting career unless he wanted to be seen as a lunatic. No, he just lied about being a mechanic.

His baby came to a halt in front of a house, and Dean turned off the engine, taking the keys and slamming the door shut. He walked closer to the modest porch with a mat on the floor. He knocked on the door with the side of his hand, waiting to see a familiar face, but he didn’t expect to see someone else. 

You were enjoying your summer vacation after a grueling year of college; getting your master’s degree was a pain. You were sitting around in your father’s home, doing nothing in particular, until a loud knocking disrupted your daydreaming. “Go answer it!” your father yelled from another room, busy with his own work. 

Grumbling under your breath, you got up from the couch and answered the door. You thought it was one of those Jehovah's Witnesses coming to preach, but you were mistaken for an older man. He was rugged, with clear-shaven stubble, a perfect jawline, dazzling green eyes, and short hair with streaks of grey in it. The man had a broad and solid body, and you could see the outline of his toned abs through his shirt. 

You realized you were staring for too long and spoke. There was a noticeable blush as you were ogling an older man, but who wouldn’t? “Who are you?”

“Who are you?” Dean replied, his voice deep and husky as he spoke to you. He looked confused, as if he were expecting someone else.

“Y/n? I live here,” you replied. You couldn’t help but lust over… everything about this man! His voice made your cock twitch in your pants, and you assumed he’s probably a freak in bed. You would bet everything that he was packing heat in those restrictive garments would probably be heavy and warm in your grasp. Dean spoke again, snapping you out of your daze. 

“Nah, that's the wrong answer. The man who lives here should be older… and taller, not short and young.” Dean said until it clicked in his head: This has to be his friend’s son! It had been twenty or so years since they had been in contact. You must have taken your mother’s genes over your father's.

You were about to respond before your father butted into the conservation, wondering what the commotion was. “Son of a bitch… Dean Winchester.” Your father said, huffing out a disbelieving laugh. “Miss me?” Dean laughed as the two older men embraced each other and chatted. You stood on the sidelines, watching the interaction and bashing yourself for lusting over your father’s best friend.

“Y/n, this is Dean; Dean, this is my son, Y/n,” your father said as he introduced his old best friend and son to each other. There was an awkward moment before you two shook hands, Dean’s large hand enveloping yours in his grasp.

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasures is all mine, little fucker.”

xxx

You saw Dean virtually every day, but you weren’t complaining. Getting to see that hunk of a man every day was a dream come true, especially when he lifted his shirt to show his happy trail leading to your happy meal. 

You observed from afar every time Dean came over, laughing and drinking with your father, talking about life and everything that happened. You could feel yourself falling more in love with Dean, loving everything about him.

Despite the tense first meeting, he was actually kind once you saw through the sarcasm and bravado exterior. He sometimes teased you over little things or whatever your loudmouthed father told him. Even then, you could see the lust in Dean’s eyes. He wasn’t acting on those desires, mainly because you’re the son of his best friend. 

You would take it upon yourself to tease and poke at Dean. You would get touchy with him, accidentally touching his bulge, commenting on how strong he is, and sometimes grinding your ass against him whenever your dad wasn’t looking. Dean wouldn’t push you away, though, sometimes grabbing your hips and thrusting his bulge, making you feel the monster in his pants. 

He would mumble something under his breath before he regained consciousness and left, hiding his bulge and going to the nearest bathroom. You could only grin, watching the older man retreat to the bathroom with an aching erection, knowing he was jerking off to relieve himself. 

Dean was having an internal crisis. He enjoyed catching up with your father, but he couldn’t handle you being a minx. He was used to men and women throwing themselves at him and being touchy, but you were different, mainly because you were the son of his friend and younger. To him, it was forbidden, but that made him want you more. 

Whenever he visited, he would have to deal with your advances. He would stand in the kitchen while your father was doing something else, and then you would walk in. You would compliment him and start getting touchy, and he would respond to you, sometimes getting lost in the sauce. 

He would grab onto your hips and grind his bulge against the swell of your ass. He wants you to feel the monster in his pants and show you the effects you have on him. He would mumbled under his breath how he was going to fuck you and keep you as his. His grip tightening as he moans softly from feeling your body responding to his grinding, his monster cock aching and throbbing. 

After a couple of minutes, the forbidden rule kicked in, and Dean retreated to the bathroom. He felt like a hormonal teenager, something he hadn’t experienced since he was … a teenager. He would constantly jerk off to thoughts of you and would pretend you were there with him. Whenever he was home enjoying his retirement he would fuck a pocket pussy for relief but it no longer satisfies him. 

Despite the clear sexual tension, something your father hadn’t suspected yet, Dean grew closer to you. He learned what you’re doing in college, your personal life, and your potential suitors, which made his blood boil. Whenever you weren’t teasing or touching him, you would mention a date or hanging out with other men. 

Dean doesn’t know why he’s experiencing extreme amounts of jealousy. He tries to justify it, but his answers lead him to the same conclusion: he loves you. He thought it was sexual and nothing more. He was going through a crisis, but it didn’t matter anymore. 

Whatever he wants, he’ll get, screw the fact that you’re his best friend’s son. 

xxx

You were both in the kitchen; Dean was leaning against the counter while drinking a bottle of beer, and you were making some food. Your father was in the other room, said he’d be occupied for hours. Perfect opportunity. For days, you’ve noticed Dean’s composure was cracking, and you wanted to give the final blow. 

“Yeah, some guy asked me out. I don’t know if I should, though. He’s kinda hot, slightly older, and physically appealing.” You went on talking about the random guy that doesn’t exist, only to rile him up. It was working, you could feel the older man’s glare burning in the back of your head. Continuing the antics, Dean got more jealous despite the man you’re talking about not existing.

Silence fell over the kitchen before Dean’s footsteps grew closer. Your smirk grew wider as you swayed your hips, then you felt two rough hands grabbing onto your hips, pulling you towards his body. “You think this is some fucking game?” Dean growls as his grip on your hips digs into your flesh. 

“Walking around like a little slut, shaking this ass against me… even in front of your father,” Dean says as he slapped your ass, the sound echoing through the quiet kitchen and living room. “By fucking God— you’re driving me crazy. You wanted me to snap, huh? This is what you wanted?” Your smirk grew wider as you enjoyed the way Dean was reacting. His body was emitting heat as you felt his large, muscular body pressing against yours. 

“Now tell me, boy, you gonna keep playing around, or are you gonna put your mouth and ass to good use?”

…

“Take that fucking dick… yeah… fuck… when did you learn that?” Dean groans as he fucked your mouth, one hand gripping your hair as he thrusts his hips, other hand holding onto the kitchen counter. The wet slobber and gagging sounds left your mouth as you struggled to handle Dean’s big cock. 

It felt heavy in your mouth, the manly musk filled your nostrils as your nose was buried in the man’s pubic pelvis, and his heavy, cum-filled balls slapping against your chin. Your cock was throbbing in your pants as Dean fucked your face. “Good boy…” Dean moans as he feels your hands holding onto his legs, slowly moving up to his ass. 

You slobber all over Dean’s cock, coating the large piece of meat with saliva. Your tongue swirled around the cockhead, pushing into the slit and tasting the precum flooding your mouth. Tears began welling in your eyes as your jaw started to hurt from the rapid thrusts. “You wanted this, boy. I ain’t holding.” Dean growls as he looks down to see you looking up at him with teary eyes. 

Dean’s big cock throbbed and leaked precum from the thought of being able to feel your tight ass; something he’s been wanting to experience. Dean muffled his groans, not wanting to attract unwanted attention from his friend. He feels one of your hands squeezing his ass while the other one fondles his heavy balls. 

“Jesus Christ… better than any woman… so good~” Dean moans as the combined feeling of your tongue and hands fondling his sensitive areas is euphoric. This was everything he wanted; seeing you on your knees, plump lips wrapped around his cock, and his cock being sucked. He gentle pets your hair before gripping in to fuck your mouth faster. 

“Got a load ready for you, boy. Want me cum on this face?” Dean growled as he took out his cock completely and slapped it against your face. You whine from the feeling of Dean’s heavy meat slapping against your face, your saliva smearing on your cheeks, and your right eye. You began whining and begging Dean to continue fucking your mouth, tempting the man by licking his cock with each slap.

You could tell it was a dominance play; Dean asserting his full dominance over your body and mind. 

“Dirty boy, that desperate for cock?” Dean says before grabbing both sides of your head and thrusting his cock into your mouth. His breathing gets heavier as he feels his balls tightening from your blowjob and the adrenaline of being caught. If he were caught, he’ll most likely be kicked out and contact severed, but it would be worth it in Dean’s book. 

Dean stared at the ceiling, his eyes rolling back from the sensation. He was lost in a trance, on cloud nine as he tightened his grip on your head. He was gonna cum, but the sound of the door opening and footsteps quickly approaching snapped Dean out of his daydream as he stopped all movements and stuffed his cock completely inside your mouth. 

You felt Dean slowing down before ramming his whole cock inside your mouth. You were confused and gagged as the long, thick cock filled your mouth to the brim, your nose touching Dean’s trimmed pubic region. You struggled momentarily before relaxing and started breathing through your nose. 

You wondered why Dean stopped; your answer came shortly.

“Dean! Have you seen Y/n? Gotta talk to the little brat and he isn’t answering his phone,” your father said as he stepped closer to the other side of the counter, unaware of his best friend's throatfucking his son.

“Uhh… he’s out with some friends…” Dean says slowly so as not to blow his cover. His hand gripped your head tighter as he slowly thrusts his cock deeper into your wet cavern. He purposely made some noise to mask the gagging and heavy breathing coming from behind the counter. Dean’s composure was eroding as he began cursing your father to leave already. 

“Well, tell him I’m gonna be at a business meeting once he gets back,” your father said before leaving, not questioning Dean’s disheveled look, heavy breathing, and suspicious behavior. His footsteps fade away, the sound of the door opening and closing. 

Dean waited before yanking his big cock out of your mouth, his cock was coated with saliva; a web of slobber connecting the cockhead to your mouth. Your face was completely fucked; flustered from his cock filling your mouth, tears striking down your face, and the undeniable lust in your eyes. 

“Look at you, boy… on the counter,” Dean says as he pulls you up and positions you on the countertop, your legs on his shoulders. Lust consumed Dean’s mind as he couldn’t wait further; he proceeded to rip off your pants and briefs, the fabrics tearing as your ass and little hole were revealed to the hungry man’s eyes.

“Hey, jackass! Those were my favorites!” you complained, but Dean shut you up by getting on his knees and burying his face between your cheeks. You gasped and moaned softly as you felt the man’s tongue lapping and licking strips against your twitching hole. His tongue swirled and licked around the tight ring of muscle, feeling it twitch and trying to grab onto his tongue. 

“Shut up, brat…” Dean growls as he wraps his arms around your legs to prevent them from closing. He started kissing and biting the plump flesh, making sure to leave his mark, plus to show those boys that you’re off limits. Your moans echoed through the quiet house as Dean devoured your ass.

“Oh god~ daddy~” you groaned as your hand moved down to grip Dean’s hair, pushing the man further. The older man groans, but his mind short-circuits after hearing that specific word. He pulled back and stood up. “Say it again.” 

“And what if I don’t?” you grinned and giggled with amusement, wanting to be bratty towards Dean. 

Silence fell over the two of you. Dean blinks before grinning, dark amusement and wolfish. He let out an incredulous laugh before his hand made contact with your ass. You whine from the impact as Dean slapped your ass for a second time, amused by the flesh turning red and jiggling. 

“You’re really funny, huh? You wanna be a little brat?” Dean murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr as he stroked his big cock. “I think you need a lesson,” Dean growled as he positioned his cock at the entrance of your hole before ramming it in. His big, fat cock splitting your ass open as he pushed deeper until he was hilted with his heavy balls pressing against the bottom of your ass. 

You felt the air being punched out as your ass was filled with Dean’s cock. The empty house was filled with the groans and moans of your coupling. Your eyes rolled back as your virginity was taken, your body trembling from the burning sensation, and your nerves being lit on fire. Dean roars as he grips your hips tightly, his big cock throbbing inside your tight and warm ass as he feels your ass gripping and clenching around his cock.

“You still wanna be a brat, little shit? How about I fuck the hell out of you…” Dean growled as he didn’t hold back and started thrusting. Your moans echoed through the house, the cockhead hitting your prostate directly. The loud sound of skin and balls slapping mixed with your moans and groans was music to Dean. He would pull out, leaving the tip in before ramming his cock to the hilt. 

“D-daddy~ oh god…~ daddy… sosh good~ so big inside…” You began blabbering as your mind was melting down from the intense pressure and pleasure. Your cock throbs against your abdomen, smearing precum on your skin. 

“Yeah? I know it does… pathetic virgins wouldn’t know how to satisfy you.” Dean growled, throwing daggers at the nonexistent men. “Need someone older… fuck… look at that.” Dean’s train of thought was interrupted by the sight of a bulge forming each time he thrusts.

“I-is that…?” you mumbled as you moved your hand down, hands trembling from the brutal thrusts. Your hand settled over the area, marveling over the bulge Dean’s big cock caused. The older man ceased his thrusts, letting you touch the stomach bulge. Your eyes widened as you could feel Dean’s cockhead through your abdomen, squeezing the tip through the layer of skin. 

“That’s my dick, baby. The first and last dick you’ll ever take.” Dean says as he breathes heavily. There was a cocky tone behind his words as his ego was boosted. His hand hovered over yours as he began thrusting again, feeling the bulge form, he let out a bellowing groan. 

Dean feels his cock throbbing, heavy balls tightening as he knew his orgasm was approaching. He wanted to last a little longer, but your babbling and tight ass didn’t help. His teeth dug into your lips as his grip tightened, leaving more marks on your hips as a reminder of this debauchery. 

“Gonna breed this… fucking ass! Nothing but a breeding bitch for me… a warm place to dump my cum…” Dean groans as his thrusts get sloppy. “Stroke your pathetic cock.” Dean growled as he slapped your thighs. You started stroking your neglected cock in sync with the older man’s brutal thrusts, even moving your body in time with him. 

“D-daddy~ daddy~ gonna cum~” you whine as you squeeze your cock, attempting to milk it. Your trembling body responded to the nearing orgasm by clenching around Dean’s cock, pulling it deeper. Dean thrusts a few more times, his hand stroking over the bulge. 

Dean clenches his teeth as he gives one more thrust. Your body goes slack as you come to a shuddering orgasm. Dean roars as jets of cum flooded your hole, he could feel the bulge expanding from the sheer amount of cum being pumped. Its been awhile since Dean last fucked somebody and jerked off; he was pent up. 

You saw white, blissfully satisfied from being filled with Dean’s cum. Your cock throbbed, spurting and painting your chest with cum. Dean could hear your soft whines and cries as you gripped the edges of the counter. Dean leans over you with contentment, panting as he nears your face. 

“So good, baby. So good.” Dean purrs as he kisses your neck and shoulders. Your vision cleared as you basked in the warmth and affections of the older man. You looked down to see a little bump where Dean’s cock is. The sight causes you to tighten around the man’s cock, Dean moaning from the action.

However, the moment was ruined. 

“Dean? Has y/n returned– what the fuck?!?!”

THE END

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The Great Story Exchange: Full Potential

Hey y’all! Hope the holidays have been treating you well and you’re enjoying those much-needed breaks from work and/or college! This is my first time participating in something like this, but I’m part of @thegreatstoryteller’s holiday story exchange, and this year I’ve been matched with the one and only @soul-controls! They’re a relatively new writer on the scene, but their work has been INCREDIBLE so far. If you’re not following them, 1) what the hell are you doing?, and 2) follow now! This story was written for them per their preferences, and I hope you enjoy! Apologies for the late upload—it sounds like a convenient excuse, but I really have been out of internet connection most of the break, but I hope it’s worth the wait! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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“Damn! I don’t think this is supposed to work in this direction.” Deon groaned with strained breath as his body reverted back to its normal form and collapsed in on itself, turning itself smaller, thinner, and significantly less alpha.

After much grunting and straining, Deon finished forcing himself back to his smaller, “normal” self (or at least normal based on everyone’s memory of him a week earlier) and put back on his tight button down and khakis, now appearing as the sweet but weak Organic Chemistry major everyone knew him as. ‘Only for a short while,’ he reminded himself, remembering that he swore he would never return to his old self. But he needed to be recognizable, at least in order to get close to Bryce.

He gave one last look at himself in the mirror, nodded, and left his room. “Good luck!” he heard his boyfriend, Izanagi, shout from his bed in a deep, gravelly, sexy voice as we closed the door. He couldn’t help but walk with awkward jerks and twitches, feeling as though his body was independently insistent on returning to its new-and-improved self—he’d just have to figure out a way to not draw too much attention to himself. On his way out, he heard his three roommates grunting deeply from behind their respective doors as high pitched moans and shouts emanated from within. He grinned to himself, amused and impressed at how he had turned his once quiet apartment of pencil pushers into a sweaty, humid den of hunks that reeked of sex in a matter of two days. 

A few minutes later, Bryce looked out of the window of his room at his frat house and noticed some dude walking up the walkway towards the house’s front entrance, making occasional weird, twitching, jerking movements. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at who this freak approaching his house was and saw that it was none other than fucking Deon. The thin-as-a-rail, couldn’t-be-more-than-90lbs., know-it-all queer. ‘What the hell is he doing approaching my home?’ Bryce thought indignantly as he watched Deon limp/jerk his way towards the door. He decided that he was going to let the twerp in to figure out a way to embarrass him. Something really intense and really memorable, something that could ruin Deon’s reputation forever. It couldn’t be as though Deon had ulterior motives in mind approaching the house. ‘He easily weighs less than 100 lbs.,’ Bryce reasoned to himself, ‘What’s the worst he could do?’

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Bryce was Deon’s number one bully. Deon, an intelligent black man in the American southeast, had his fair share of bullies in his life, but no one came close to the level of cruelty or devotion to the very art of bullying as Bryce. He was the son of a big-name lawyer and he used his wealth and privilege to belittle everyone below him, particularly anyone in a minority group. Black people, brown people, LGBTQ+ people, immigrants, religious minorities… no one was safe from Bryce. It was as though he set out to be the worst possible person and succeeded wildly. Since Deon not only was black and gay but also always had better wits, better brains, and better tact than him, Deon was always a favorite target for Bryce’s rage. But not for long.

Deon was sadly orphaned, but he still made the trips back to his old house in his hometown to see former friends and acquaintances during the holidays. Yes, spending the holidays at his Izanagi’s place would’ve been nice, but what can you do if one of the partners in the relationship is still hopelessly stuck in the closet around his family? Sure, it was lonely, but it beat spending the holidays alone in an apartment in a college town. 

Christmas Eve came and went—he had called a few old friends, played a virtual card game with some friends from college, accepted a home cooked meal from a sympathetic neighbor which he decided would be enjoyed later, got a bite to eat at one of his favorite local joints, and called it a night pretty early. When he woke up the next morning though, he was shocked as soon as he entered his living room. The place was pretty sparse—he just had the family furniture where it had always been, no tree and no decorations because what was the point—so something out of place caught his eye pretty quickly. Sitting on the empty coffee table in the center of the room was a small, crystal, intricately-decorated vial—couldn’t have held more than two tablespoons—with a thick, bright red liquid inside. It had a glittery appearance, and he wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the light, but he was pretty sure it was glowing. He picked it up and studied it closely. Its cork was tightly pressed in and there was a thin, silver and red thread tightened around the neck of the vial with a thick and lovingly embellished card dangling off the thread’s other end. Whoever had packaged this and left it in his room had put a lot of care into whatever this was. He turned the card over and saw, written in cursive with sparkling, red ink:

“To Deon: To help you reach your full potential. Enjoy responsibly!”

He furrowed his brow. No one had access to his home except for him. He made sure of it, checking to see if all of his doors and windows were still locked (which they were) and that there was no sign of a forced entry. He thought for a moment and immediatley felt stupid even considering it, but he had to check, as he approached his fireplace to check the chimney. He sighed to himself, embarrassed with his own childishness, as he felt that the chimney flue was still closed securely. He was certain that he looked like a lunatic, going around his house checking the locks on everything, panicking over nothing in nothing but his plaid boxer pajamas. He looked back at the vial and picked it up again. He uncorked the vial and a rich fragrance wafted through the air. It smelled like cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, alcohol… extremely festive, really, but it also had a musky undertone… sort of like a perfume or maybe even like pleasant body odor. He looked at it once again. It could’ve been a little boozy Christmas treat one of his sympathetic neighbors—with little respect for boundaries—left last night while he was grabbing food, and he just didn’t notice it last night. ‘No harm in trying, right?’ he reasoned to himself, realizing that, sure, it was weird to start drinking immediately upon waking up but also realizing that it was Christmas and normal rules simply didn’t matter. Little did he know. ‘Oh well, bottoms up!’

He knocked back the vile of liquid and it went down his throat smoothly and silkily, slightly burning like cocoa but also slightly freezing like a slushy. He savored the spiced, boozy, aromatic flavor as it landed in his stomach. The warm/icy feeling then began to pervade through his body from his stomach. Deon started to feel lightheaded, surprised at the impact the shot of what he thought was booze was having. It was unlike any experience with booze he had ever had. He started to sweat all over and his skin took on a red, hot hue. Not only was he feeling like he might boil alive, but he could swear he was getting redder and redder and redder—now perhaps the same color as a candy cane—and that he was even starting to fucking glow. Whatever was happening here had nothing to do with booze, Deon knew for sure. When he felt he might pass out from the hot, freezing sensation, Deon felt his body pulse with an electrifying intensity once and afterwards… he felt completely fine. He no longer felt hot/freezing, and the sweat on his body was beginning to chill him. ‘Hmm,’ he thought. ‘Fucking intense and fucking weird, but I seem to be alright.’

Deon shook his head to clear the fog and gathered the vial and the cork and took them both into the kitchen to wash and store. It’s a nice enough crystal piece, why not keep it? As he walked, Deon wished that he wasn’t such a lightweight.. that if he wasn’t so tiny so he could handle his booze better—yeah, if only he was taller, bigger, broader, he wouldn’t worry about embarrassing himself too much on too small an amount of booze.

‘Jeez, the fragrance of that drink is strong,’ he thought as he noticed the air beginning to smell of the spicy and festive concoction. It was as though ‘Christmas was in the air’ as they say, but again, he didn’t keep any decorations up.

He wished for all of these things so badly, because more than anything, it would make him more appealing to people. Everyone likes the hot guys, right?

‘Damn, that smell is bold!’ he thought, puzzled. It was as though his childhood home had become half a bakery and half a candle store.

Well, shit, now he was down the self-hating rabbit hole. If he was taller, if he was bigger, if he was broader, if he was hotter, if his dick was bigger, if he had more confidence… Things would be so much easier for him. He wished so badly for all of these things, but he knew in his heart that he didn’t have the body type for such fantasies.

He was so distracted by his thoughts and by the scent in the house seemingly getting stronger and stronger that he didn’t even see the arch above the kitchen until he ran right into it, knocking his forehead on the high arched wall. He winced and rubbed his head, not yet internalizing the fact that the arch above the kitchen used to be a full two heads higher than him. He looked at the arch and gasped, noticing for the first time that it seemed like he was standing on a step ladder.

His eyes went wide as he looked down at himself, his heart dropping when he realized that he must have stood at least at 6’8”, nearly 2 feet taller than he had been seconds earlier. His legs, arms, and torso were extended far beyond their usual lengths. He continued looked down at himself slack-jawed. It was incredible, it was as though exactly what he wished had come true! Shit, he could try out for any basketball team and they’d take him on the spot! Well, maybe.. if only he had some more meat on his bones… The fragrance from the contents of the vial grew stronger once again. Shit, what else was it he wished for?

Before the thought could leave his mind, he witnessed the impossible happen. It started with his legs, as he watched his feet broaden and grow, followed by his thickening calves and thighs. In no time, he had an impressive, athletic set of legs. The smell of spices and alcohol filled the air again and his knees started to buckle as his cock fattened and drooped lower, gaining weight and length as if being stuffed larger from within, as his balls sagged heavier and swelled to the size of kiwis in his sack. His boxer pajamas now had a ridiculous bulge hanging out the front, making it look comical as if Deon was stuffing, but the meat inside was 100% genuine, 100% him. He couldn’t help but giggle. He was fucking hung! A Christmas miracle!

His boxer pajamas didn’t last long as they were pushed to their limit, his ass starting to swell larger and wider, rivaling the asses of the most impressive linebackers at his university’s football team. As his hips widened, he heard the fabric of the elastic waistband stretch and snap, giving way and splitting his pajamas in two, letting his now enormous cock and balls swing freely, his shaft beginning to swell at Deon’s first sight of it.

He grunted and moaned as he continued to fill out, his weight finally starting to catch up to his impressive size. He groaned as an eight pack of abs swelled to the surface of his torso, his back and sides broadening and swelling with rippling new muscle. He threw his head back and moaned loudly, pinching his growing nipples as he felt his pecs lurch forward, thudding out from his broadening chest with thick, sinewy muscle and obstructing his view to his lower extremities. He groped his new muscle tits as he felt his arms begin to tighten and harden. He held them away at both sides of his head and flexed, watching his arms bulge and swell, growing thicker and more powerful before his very eyes. He let out a breathless chuckle, in complete disbelief at what was happening to him as he felt himself choke, but only for a second. Once the choking sensation left, he cleared his throat and noticed that his voice was deeper and sexier that any he had ever heard before, and he contorted his face and tightened his eyes closed as he felt his facial bones crack and shift, giving him a sharp and angular jawbone and a rugged, handsome face. He was harder than he had ever been in his life, made more incredible by the fact that it was himself who was making him so hard!

Deon stumbled back into the living room, determined to get a look at himself in the mirror. He arrived in front of the tall mirror at the end of their living room and immediately shot a thick, massive load onto the glass in front of him. He was incredible! He looked vaguely familiar to his usual self, as if he was a distant, jacked cousin of his. He spent a lot of time poking and prodding at himself, twisting and turning and getting a good look at every new ridge and angle on his body. Deon wondered if this was it, if this was the last the mystery concoction had to offer. To test whether or not his luck had run out, Deon wished that he could grow a beard. He could never grow one and he was always certain that it would make him looked more distinguished and sexier. After a moment, Deon could smell the familiar aroma of spices swirl through the air. He felt a pressurized tingling in his newly massive balls as they produced more and more testosterone, which directly impacted his ability to grow facial hair. After some itching and some tingling, Deon had a thick, coarse beard that stretched from ear to ear.

Deon stood gawking at himself, panting and smiling widely. This was unlike anything from his wildest dreams, and it was still happening! All that Christmas day, Deon spent testing his new ability, making himself taller, shorter, bigger, smaller, fatter, skinnier, wider, narrower, more dominate, more submissive, different ethnicities, different people, different sexes, and generally had the most ecstatic day of his life. You could say he “tested his new ability” all over his childhood home.

Once evening came around, Deon wrapped the quilt that usually hung over the back of the couch in the living room (it was the only piece of fabric that could still fit around him in his new form) around his waist and essentially had to crawl out of his back door in order to make it to the hammock out back. The spicy and festive aroma pouring out of the back door like an avalanche—you could even swear that a bright red fog came pouring out with him. He laid himself down in it and heard it’s ropes and springs creak and groan under his new impressive weight, and he cradled the hot, reheated casserole dish of food his neighbor had left on his humongous chest. He held the massive family serving spoon in his hand like a teaspoon and shoveled the contents of the dish into his mouth in 7 or 8 spoonfuls. He let out a massive belch, making the windows of his home shake, causing him to chuckle at his latest feat of this new way of living.

This was going to change everything for him. His physique, his boyfriend, his roommates, his entire college experience, his career… The world itself seemed easier to face for him and he didn’t feel alone or scared for the first time in what felt like ages. He set the huge casserole dish on the ground and looked up at the dark sky, his head propped up on his arms that were folded behind his head. There was something missing… Deon closed his eyes and made a wish, the familiar spicy aroma once again making its return. He opened his eyes and saw snow beginning to fall from the sky. He smiled and took in a pleased sigh. Yeah, things were going to be different. Bryce wasn’t going to be an issue any longer, that’s for goddamn sure. Speaking of… he should come up with some big plans for Bryce. He didn’t want to hurt the guy… Hell, Bryce could even be considered cute and charming when he tried, he was just so fucking hateful and bigoted most of the time. That was an easy fix, though. He started rocking in the hammock and formulated a plan in his mind under the snowy night sky.

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“No shit, it’s Deon the Dandy.” Bryce stated in a deadpan voice as he leaned against the open doorframe. Deon stood with his fists clenched at his sides, doing his best to focus on maintaining composure but also trying to show Bryce that he meant business.

“N-n-not in the m-mood, Bryce, n-no t-t-t-time.” Deon stuttered, holding himself together was beginning to get much harder. “C-can we talk?”

“Sure thing, Dandy Man, whatever you say,” Bryce said, standing aside and ushering him though the door, which Deon entered and Bryce promptly closed. Bryce led the way upstairs to his room, formulating a plan on how he was going to embarrass that know-it-all Deon. Maybe try to seduce him and record the weird things he gets him to do? Maybe force him to leave the frat house without his clothes? The possibilities were endless; Deon had just walked into the lion’s den and he didn’t even know it!

They arrived in Bryce’s room and Deon entered and sat down on Bryce’s bed. Bryce was going to object to him putting his gangly body on any surface of his room, but something weird was clearly going on with Deon’s movements and he didn’t want him to collapse or faint in his room. The frat couldn’t have a lawsuit on its hands, certainly not by Bryce’s doing.

Bryce leaned up against his desk, “So what can I do for you, D?” he asked sarcastically, “Give you a foot rub? Clean your room? Suck your faggot dick?”

Deon winced at the insult but resisted the urge to smile, knowing how likely it was much of what Bryce said could come true in a matter of moments.

“I w-want you to leave m-m-me alone, B-Bryce. Leave all of us a-a-alone.”

“Is that so? And have you know-it-all queers keep walking around like you’re better than us? Give me a break.”

“We d-d-don’t think we’re better, we’re just t-trying to l-live our l-lives. Just b-b-b-back off. Please.”

Bryce adjusted his position against his desk, attempting to show off his (not very impressive) musculature. He dabbled in soccer and lacrosse in high school and occasionally beyond that, but nothing too serious. Enough to give him the frame and musculature to be intimidating.

“And what if I don’t, D? I mean, what are y’all gonna do about it? People know me, people like me… You’re just some affirmative action admission with like maybe 3 people in his life that care about him, and that’s a big maybe. I mean, D, come on, you’re like 95 lbs soaking wet, you’re as defenseless as a lamb, and you’re thin as a rail. For fuck sake, man, I doubt your ugly ass shirt could even fit around my bicep.”

‘Sounds as good of an entry point as any,’ Deon thought to himself.

Deon lowered his guard and allowed himself to lose control. A strong scent of spices and alcohol filled the small room. Bryce put on a quizzical look.

“The fuck is that sm—..”

“What, you don’t like my clothes?” Deon asked, his voice breaking and dropping several octaves. Bryce looked at him with a furrowed brow, unsure whether or not his ears failed him. “That’s okay, neither do I,” his body started elongating absurdly taller, his khaki pants appearing more like capris and his tight button down became more of a crop top. Deon stretched his feet out, his body extending well beyond its former length, almost long enough to reach out and touch Bryce across the room.

Bryce’s usual confidence in his voice had dropped and given way to disbelief, “D, man, what the fuck’s going on here…”

“They’re too—mmggaahh fuck—smaaaaallllll for me anywaysssssss—MMMPPFF FUCK YEAH!” a very slight, bright red fog started to pervade throughout the room, with Deon as its source, as he started swelling larger and larger, his neck, chest, and arms gaining so much muscle and weight just within the span of his last statement that he could likely bench press his own body weight. “HOOOOLYYY FUCK rrrnnugh bro WAY too fuckin’ small..” he looked dead at Bryce as his upper body swelled beyond all recognition, surpassing even Bryce’s musculature in a matter of seconds, “Watch this!” He flexed every upper body muscle group with fiery intensity and his shirt, which had been popping and the buttons stretched painfully from their button holes, exploded off of him, the fabric in tatters, not a single usable feature to it. He ripped the shirt off his body and tossed it to Bryce, who was surprised to discover that it smelled strongly of the scent wafting through the air. “Sit tight, bro, I’m not even half…. Way… DONE!!” He was sent into throes of ecstasy as he bucked his hips, his ass swelling gigantically and round under him. He groaned as his ass and thighs grew massive inside his khakis.

Before long, his lower body caught up with his upper body, exploding in new size in a matter of seconds. Deon’s khakis shredded off of his swelling lower body, leaving him in just the purple briefs he had treated himself to after his Christmas gift that fateful morning. It wasn’t until now that they were starting to fill out in size. “GGUUUHH FUCK BRO,” Deon thundered, his voice now settled at a deeper and gravelly baritone and his confidence again matched his massive physique, “You don’t mind if I get hard in front of you right? This next part—fffuuck—always sets me off. Oh man, just—fuck—just fuckin’ watchhh…OOoohhhhh…” There before Bryce, a huge set of cock and balls just straight up expanding and lengthening like a python in front of his very eyes. The purple briefs obscured the true view, but Deon had by far the largest set of cock and balls Bryce had ever seen, thanks to his sports days in locker rooms. Deon let out a shuddering moan and Bryce’s eyes grew wide as Deon twisted his face. Bryce’s jaw dropped as Deon’s facial bones shifted and modified themselves to give him a sexier face. His hair grew longer and a beard rose out of his skin and perfectly shaped his face. Everything seemed to stop and sitting before Bryce was someone completely different from the Deon that entered his room. Bryce would never admit it to anyone, but he was downright jealous about what had happened in front of him.

This smell of spices and festiveness hung over the room and a bright red fog settled in the room like a cloud from an indiscernible source, though it was noticeably stronger and denser the closer to Deon one got. His put a hand behind his head to scratch his neck, and familiar stench wafting stronger when he exposed his pits and an almost invisible bright red gas seemed to emanate from them too.

“That better, Bry?” Deon asked in the deepest, sexiest voice.

Bryce was by no means gay, but Deon was positively oozing sex appeal now, and he wasn’t too confident in his ability to overpower him anymore, that was for damn sure.

The stench grew stronger once again. Oh shit, was something else happening? Bryce began to feel lightheaded… and calmer… and more submissive… and more.. seductive? It was as if the bright red fog had entered his mind and started fucking with his chemistry. He dizzily looked at Deon, who was looking over him with a sly grin, clearly aware of/in control of whatever was happening to Bryce. Bryce saw Deon’s sly, kinky look and couldn’t help but feel… aroused. Deon was a fucking king now, with a jacked bod, horse cock, and a fucking stench that could bring the most alpha men to their knees. Bryce was now fully turned on by him. He didn’t know what to say, this sensation of being attracted to a dude was completely new to him. Bryce didn’t notice it until now, but he was completely soaked in sweat, perhaps as a result of his drastic mental change, perhaps as a result of his intense arousal… or maybe it could have something to do with the fact that his clothes suddenly felt tighter stretched across his gymnast physique for whatever reason? (Gymnast? Wasn’t he always a soccer play and lacrosse player exclusively?) Whatever the reason, he had been so enraptured by Deon that he hardly noticed anything until now.

“You’re looking a little sweaty. A little filthy, Bry. Let’s take care of that.” Deon stood up and adjusted himself, pinching his nipple as he sauntered towards Bryce.

Before Deon could reach him, Bryce lunged forward and placed his mouth against Deon’s chest, immediately greedily sucking his tit as hard and as passionately as he could, nibbling it only slightly. Deon threw his head back and moaned, loving the intensity with which his former bully was now sucking his tits.

“Woah, woah,” Deon uttered, pushing Bryce away from him. Bryce looked up at him with confused eyes. Confusion about why he needed to stop and confusion about why he was doing this in the first place. Bryce was a pussy connoisseur, he brought sometimes 2 or 3 chicks to bed every weekend, but now he wanted to do nothing but fuck Deon and have Deon fuck him. That skimpy purple pair of briefs was his unopened Christmas present and he was greedy to see its insides as soon as he could.

“Let’s clean you off first, then we can really go crazy,” Deon smiled down at him and Bryce chuckled dumbly, drunk off his arousal. The scent filled the room once again and Bryce noticed that suddenly they were both in the nude, made more clear by the fact that Deon’s monster cock was now pointed stiffly upwards, rubbing against Bryce’s abs. Bryce’s own cock was pointed rigid and red between Deon’s legs, slightly holding up Deon’s nut sack. Deon smiled down at him and led him towards the shared showers.

Bryce preoccupied himself with cleaning himself off, not only noticing that he was significantly more cut than he had been before Deon entered his room but also noticing that he was hairless all over, quite the opposite of what had been true before. He usually had an animalistic, unkempt covering of fur, but now he was as smooth as a dolphin.

Once again, the scent filled the room, mixing pleasantly with the soapy smell all around them. Bryce felt a slight jiggling behind him and he felt his lower body take on more weight. With confusion, Bryce looked back and noticed that the once athletic, modestly perky ass he had was now a bulbous dump truck of an ass, as hard as firm as it was fat.

He looked back at Deon with amazed confusion and suddenly felt a bottle of something in his hand. An oily, soapy mixture, it looked something like skin treatment.

“How about you wash your new assets, Bryce? Take good care of your new goods.” Deon urged with a saucy richness in his voice.

Bryce looked at the bottle with a grinned at Deon’s corny joke. He shrugged, and started to oblige his new master.

“That’s right, bro. Lather it up, get it nice and clean. That’s too big and too perfect of an ass to be kept dirty, it’s gonna be my fuckin’ trophy.”

Bryce looked back at him with a questioning expression. Usually Bryce would’ve cold-cocked someone across the face if they spoke to him or about him like that. Bryce was just fine objectifying women, but he wasn’t used to someone objectifying him. But for whatever reason he didn’t feel like he needed to his Deon. In fact, he actually sorta liked the complements. In fact, the complement was turning him on. In fact, he wanted more of them.

“Thanks man. I, uh… spent a lot of time getting it nice and firm and round for you.” Bryce responded with a genuine appreciation but with cautious uncertainty. He took one glance down at Deon’s nude frame and drank in his cock in its full glory. His voice caught and he cleared his throat, “Uuhm.. That’s a nice cock, bro.”

Deon played with his chubby for Bryce, “I know, man, biggest and best goddamn cock in the southeast at least.”

“Awesome, bro. Sick…” It seemed as though Bryce was trying to summon courage for something. It was cute for Deon to see a usually so alpha and rude Bryce act so timid and thirsty. “I uhh… got somewhere nice and warm you can put it if you want…”

Bryce started massaging his cheeks with more ferocity, seemingly trying to beckon Deon between them.

Deon laughed slightly, his cock hardening as he began moving towards Bryce, “Damn, man, you get straight to the point, don’t you?”

“I know what I want, bro, what can I say?”

Deon chuckled again and closed the distance between him and Bryce. He approached him from behind and slid his cock between Bryce’s cheeks, bringing a shuddering moan to Bryce’s lips. He didn’t put it in yet, he just slid it up and down Bryce’s fatty cheeks, appreciating his work, and kissing the back of Bryce’s neck. Bryce continued moaning loudly in Deon’s ear as Deon reached around and squeezed Bryce’s toned pecs, pinching and twisting his nipples slightly. Deon then brought his hand quickly down to Bryce’s rock hard cock and gripped onto it, tugging it quickly and putting his other hand in front in a cupped shape. He quickly yanked and yanked on Bryce’s hard dick, sending Bryce into writhing moans of ecstasy. Because Bryce was already cocked and ready to fire for a good long while, it only took Bryce about 15 or 20 pumps before he fired a huge, hot, sticky load into Deon’s palm. Much of it dribbled over onto the shower floor (much to the frat president’s chagrin—they had a no JO’ing in the shower rule since it caused so many slippery spots in the shower, and this was by no means a tiny load), but most of it collected in Deon’s huge palm.

Bryce leaned back against Deon moaning and gasping and slightly bucking his hips, spent from his ejaculation, “Fuck, man, what happened to you?”

Deon lifted his cupped palm to his lips and slurped up all of Bryce’s spunk, savoring the taste of his musky, formerly-alpha seed. He let Bryce lick his fingers clean, which he did eagerly, “Just figured it was time I reached my full potential, Bry. Seems you’re reaching yours too, you think?”

Bryce arched his neck back to look at Deon with a smile while Deon squeezed Bryce’s nipples and rubbed his hands over Bryce’s abs. Bryce responded by flexing his ass, squeezing Deon’s still-hard cock between his cheeks. Deon threw his head back and exhaled a shuddering giggle/moan. They made out intensely under the shower head.

———

After showing, Deon insisted that they go back to his own apartment. Bryce was impatiently demanding that Deon fuck him, but Deon kept reminding him that it would happen soon. They threw on as many clothes from Bryce’s closet that would fit them, but without much luck. Bryce went with a once-baggy pair of sweats that now looked like they were painted on him and a tight tank top. Deon took the largest pair of sweats Bryce owned, but they looked more like compression capris on him—no shirt, nothing would fit. Sure, Deon could have conjured them more form-fitting clothing, but that was the fun in that?

After a brisk, unpleasant walk in the chilly late-December air—it was no fun making that trek minimally clothed, but they each were able to get their nipples nice and hard and got nice and sweaty on the jog over—they finally arrived at Deon’s apartment from Bryce’s frat house. Bryce was bracing himself for a rotten reception from Deon’s roommates, since he distinctly remembered being terrible to everyone in the house. The three Latino roommates of Deon’s, Eduardo, C.J., and Hector, were easy to pick on, since they spoke broken English, didn’t have an ounce of muscle on their bodies, and spent all of their time inside studying. Izanagi, though Deon’s boyfriend and not technically a roommate, was also easy pickings since 1) he was always with Deon and 2) they matched each other pretty well in size. Well, used to. Deon was probably 3 or 4 times the size of Izanagi now.

Deon opened the front door and Bryce was immediatley greeted with the overpowering aroma of whatever spicy and festive scent was constantly hanging over Deon plus the similarly overpowering stench of sweat and sex. Just as in his apartment, a thin, bright, red fog held in the room. ‘Well,’ Bryce thought, ‘Deon’s obviously had his touch on his roommates, too.’

Also greeting them upon entry was a crowded, deep moaning sound coming from within the home. Bryce stepped inside and saw three nude Latino hunks, each of them groping the muscles and playing with the dicks and assholes of the other. Three women, supposedly the dates of these three men now busy worshiping each other, were sprawled nude across the couch, fingering each other and watching the three men go to town on one another.

Deon interjected, seeing Bryce standing still and watching the spectacle, and took the opportunity to reintroduce them, “Bryce, you know Eduardo, C.J., and Hector, right? Guys, the new and improved Bryce. I’m, uh… not sure who the ladies are.”

The three men each took turns to disconnect from each other, with their own variations of, “‘Sup, Bryce,” “Hey Bryce,” and “Howzit goin’, Bryce.” Bryce waved back awkwardly, but the three of them seemed to be too preoccupied grinding against each other to worry about past grievances. Plus, they were all clearly more virile and alpha than Bryce now. Deon beckoned Bryce to join him upstairs and as Bryce was starting to ascend. Just before he was out of eyesight, Hector, the one on the right end, spoke up.

“Hey hermano,” he jogged over to the staircase and leaned against the bannister, “wanna join?”

Bryce considered for a moment. Hector punctuated his offer by grinning and swinging his thick uncut cock side-to-side and flexing a huge bicep at him. Bryce started to get hard again, his cock making a very clear imprint on his skin-tight sweats, which Hector exploited and tickled his cock head over the fabric. Bryce shuddered, obviously tempted by the offer, when Deon caught his attention from up the stairs, “Do not say yes, you’ll get caught up in a cycle of sucking and fucking that never seems to end.”

‘What’s so bad about that?’ Bryce thought as he demurely raised a hand in appreciation but rejection and followed Deon upstairs.

Hector shrugged, “Suit yourself,” and he went back to the other two and immediatley took C.J.’s hard cock in his palm and started to dock it with his own newly-grown foreskin.

Once at the top of the stairs, Deon started to disrobe as he walked towards the door at the back of the hall. Bryce followed his lead, shucking himself of his way-too-tight clothing, bits of thread popping and snapping as he disrobed in a method much less elegant than when he put on the clothes. Now completely nude, the two entered the bedroom.

On the bed inside sat Izanagi. Well, someone Bryce could only guess was Izanagi, or at least a yoked brother of his. He was as broad as two Izanagi’s and weighed more than 3, easily. His pec shelf was a massive set of meaty slabs, and his arms looked powerful and imposing. He had a sharper, sexier face, too, and he was no longer wearing the coke-bottle glasses that had quickly become his trademark around campus. Bryce could see below the covers that his body was huge all over, his thighs making sizable mounds in the fabric and his cock and balls were clearly making the covers bulge out. Bryce was only upset he didn’t get a good look at this hunk’s ass. Deon truly did accentuate every quality of Izanagi’s he could have.

“Took you two long enough,” Izanagi teased in a half-joke, his voice miles deeper than Bryce could remember. “A man can only jack off so much before he gets bored.”

“Sorry, babe, we got uhh.. distracted several times.” Deon answered cleverly. “You should’ve joined the boys downstairs!”

“Yeah, I bet you guys did,” Izanagi chuckled back. “And I did! Barely escaped to tell the tale.” All three of them laughed at the joke. Izanagi trained his eyes on Bryce, still smiling, “So… Bryce… A lot’s changed, I see.”

“You’re telling me!” Bryce laughed back, clearly turned on by Izanagi.

“Hey, do you remember what your nickname was for me?” Izanagi asked, obviously knowing the answer but wanting Bryce to say. “It was so clever, you’re always so up to date on your stereotypes, it’s on the tip of my tongue…”

Bryce winced and brought a hand up behind his head to scratch his neck, “Babydick?”

“Babydick.” Izanagi confirmed, still smiling. He then grabbed the corner of the comforter and threw it off, exposing his entire nude lower body. Nestled between his legs was the biggest cock and balls Bryce had ever seen, bigger even that Deon’s. He remembers tossing around the term ‘coke can thick dick’ with his friends, but he had never seen one that was genuinely, actually as thick as a coke can—perhaps even bigger!—and about the length of a forearm. Underneath was a truly massive set of balls, too big to fit comfortably in any standard piece of clothing. It was no wonder Izanagi was staying in bed, there wasn’t a piece of clothing in the house that would fit over his god-like package. Bryce started uncontrollably dribbling pre down to the carpet, soon soaking the ground below him.

“The gag of it is that I didn’t even have to do a lot of mods on his junk,” Deon leaned over and whispered to a slack-jawed Bryce.

Bryce could feel his asshole tingling. He had to be impaled by Izanagi, he had to. Izanagi saw Bryce’s lust and chuckled to himself.

“Don’t worry, bro, I’m definitely going to fuck you…” Bryce became quite excited. “…Well, technically.”

“Technically?” Bryce asked for clarification but all thought abandoned him when he felt a massive, spongy cock head slide between his cheeks and press against his hole, gushing warm pre. He had almost forgotten about Deon behind him, but he was very quickly reminded. Oh shit.

Deon settled himself behind Bryce. “Told you I’d fuck you,” he chuckled.

“What’s going on?” Bryce asked, not in fear but in genuine curiosity.

“I’m gonna take you… let’s say for a test drive. Consider it a small payback for all of the abuse.”

Bryce was immeasurably excited. Was he about to be plowed by these two walking deities?! He couldn’t wait. To Deon and Izanagi’s shock, he bent over and spread his legs apart, gripping onto Deon’s hamstrings, and pulling himself into Deon’s waist. He gritted his teeth and took in sucking, pain gil breaths as Deon’s incredible girth impaled him, sending Deon into ecstatic moans. Once Bryce’s ass was flushed up against Deon’s waist, they both took a breath, Izanagi watching them both from the bed with feral lust.

“Dead serious, bro, I live to please you. If you want me to slobber your knob until the end of time, I’ll slobber your knob until the end of time. Seriously, do what you want with me, man.”

Deon chuckled, pleased with how well this plan had turned out, “As you wish!”

Deon began fucking Bryce’s hole with animal ferocity, gripping onto Bryce’s fat ass and slamming against it over and over again with heaving breaths. Bryce was moaning louder and louder, clearly having the time of his life, and it was then that Deon decided to put the final step of his plan into action.

Izanagi’s cock was slowly lifting off his thigh and pointing into the air and Deon made eye contact with him one last time and winked, putting a smile across Izanagi’s face. He gripped onto his cock and started pumping as he watched his god-boyfriend’s eyes roll back. For one last time, the scent of spices and festiveness filled the air, swirling around them like a cyclone. Bright red clouds, this time thicker than before, began to kick up, ready to aid Deon in whatever he had planned next. Deon kept pumping and pumping as his body seemed to become more malleable and loose, Bryce seemingly unaware of the changes happening behind him. Deon started giggling as he felt himself sinking lower… and lower… and lower, appearing to sink into Bryce as he was plowing him from behind. Bryce could feel a pressure building higher and higher from behind him, but he didn’t dare stop this orgasmic experience from transpiring. Before long, Deon was reduced to a thrusting, swirling mass that invaded Bryce, filling him up completely and forcing him larger to accommodate Deon’s size.

Bryce had once stood about a head shorter than Deon, but his body was beginning to expand all over and swell with muscle, Deon’s stacked physique combining with his own, his height and size compounding into Bryce in order to accommodate all of Deon. Bryce began grunting deeper and deeper, aware of his changes but lost in the orgasmic bliss of it all. He was swelling larger and larger, getting stuffed by the hottest guy on campus, and living out a wet dream. Why the fuck would he want to stop any of it? As he was experiencing this mounting pleasure, Bryce could feel his consciousness beginning to slip back into the recesses of his mind, making way for something huge, something fiery, something massive, something spicy. He let himself go, allowing himself to be a passenger in his own body, slipping away and letting himself be taken over by Deon’s overpowering energy.

Deon’s eyes shot open, slightly lower than what he was used to, and he surveyed his body. His own size and musculature had combined with Bryce’s pretty well. He looked like some ancient Greek athlete, all muscle, nude as the day he was born, and reeking of sex. He flexed a little all over, appreciating for the first time what it was like to occupy someone else’s body.

He heard a wet, fleshy, slapping sound and looked up to see Izanagi having a wank, watching him with orgasmic, lustful eyes.

“Stop,” Deon ordered in Bryce’s voice. “Why use a hand? I have the best ass on campus right here.”

They gave each other a knowing look and Deon stepped onto the bed to straddle Izanagi, displaying his new, nude physique for Izanagi to inspect every corner. As Izanagi began worshipping the new Deon/Bryce hybrid, a thought crossed his mind.

“So are you staying like this?”

“Nah, I’ll keep it until after New Year’s. Can’t step into a completely different life. But it’s a nice enough body to take out on the town now and again, right?Now shut up,” Izanagi looked up at Deon quizzically, caught off guard by the direct order. “Shut up and fuck me with that python between your legs, and I’ll give you a Christmas gift you’ll never forget.”

Izanagi grinned from ear to ear and play-wrestled Deon down to the bed, flipping him over and started rimming his hole in preparation for the best fuck Deon would ever have in his life. The scent in the room only grew stronger and stronger.

———

Happy Holidays, everyone 💞

[theposssessionmaster]

Pose

“We good here?”

The model’s question caught him off guard as Raul looked up from from his camera, adjusting the frame and focus for his next shot while his assistant, Damien, moved onto the set to adjust the light and prop placements. The deep bass background music played throughout the apartment in the awkward silence.

The fuck does he mean, are we done?? We’ve hardly started! Raul thought with an annoyed scratch at the back of his head. The model had been a terrible subject to begin with, giving poses and taking heavy sighs at each direction Raul tried to give him, and essentially treated the shoot as though it was something he was bored doing. His payment was way more than modest and the shoot wasn’t supposed to take more than an hour, but he looked like he was ready to leave just 20 minutes in.

Raul cleared his throat, “Uhh, actually we still need a couple more shots. The client is looking for a pretty varied spread to choose from. So if we could j—..”

“Come on, man, you’re really gonna make me do this for another 40 minutes? I’m sure what you got is fine.”

Raul breathed in heavily, “Look, it’ll just take a bit more, the contract said that it wouldn’t be—..”

“Well, you can take it up with my agent, man, I got places I gotta be,” the model started stepping off the set, turning his back to Raul to start packing his things.

Raul turned his eyes towards Damien, lifting his palms up in a disbelieving gesture and shaking his head. Damien just rolled his eyes and shrugged with a dejected smirk. They’ve dealt with these kinds of divas numerous times before. Almost too many to count, actually.

But money had been tight at the studio since the pandemic hit, and even all these years later it still hadn’t recovered. they couldn’t afford to keep getting these types of dismissive twats leave shoots before they were supposed to. Clients were always very specific about what they wanted and could cut pay if they weren’t satisfied.

But Raul and Damien had their own means of dealing with these kinds of rude bastards. As they exchanged wordless looks expressing their annoyance and frustration, Damien’s eyes began to slowly drift towards the model off set, gathering his belongings. His dejected look changed to one of curiosity as he bit his lip. He looked towards Raul and narrowed his eyes with a cheeky grin.

‘Should I?’ Damien mouthed silently towards Raul.

A sly grin spread across Raul’s face as he considered Damien’s proposal. He looked back at the model—turned away from them as he texted to his agent or slam piece or gym family or whatever—and back at Damien, biting his lip mischievously and nodding.

Damien smiled wider and stretched. He took off his tank top and tossed it aside, his toned hairy torso now bare. His fingers hooked under his waistband, and his basketball shorts and boxers drop silently to the floor as he kicked them over on top of his tank top. Now naked and hardening quickly, he arched his back in a stretch, rolled his neck, and rubbed his palms together as he stepped towards Raul. He leaned in for a quick kiss with his partner as he took the bottle body oil next to Raul that the model had used and squirted a massive helping into his hand, slathering it over his chest, arms, and face. Quickly, he moved towards the model gathering his things, ducking down lower as he approached.

“When you get to it, make sure my payment goes t—UUUHHHNNGGG!!” The model was interrupted in the middle of his sentence as Damien, in one fluid motion, pulled the model’s speedo down and plunged his face between his globular asscheeks. The model groaning and grunting in mindless pain and confusion, gripping the sides of the table where his things were sitting, as Damien popped his oily face and head into model’s tight hole, sending a loud squelching *SCHLORP* echoing through the apartment.

Damien’s slick body then began to suck up into the model’s hole, his muscular tan form thinning and contorting as he slithered deeper and deeper into the model’s guts, the entire process emitting a familiar meaty, slimy, slurping sound Raul knew and loved so well. Raul licked his lips, pawing his swelling package, as he watched the model’s sculpted ass distend slightly as his tight hole widen more and more as it hungrily slurped Damien inside him, his tattooed, lubricated form and limbs compressing in on themselves as he plunged deeper. Raul couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the model—he knew full well how ecstatic and orgasmic it felt to have Damien slither up inside him… and what came next.

Just as Damien’s ass and throbbing rod sank into the model’s guts, his thighs and legs shot up into the hole at a much faster speed, whipping into the model’s hole noisily. Raul had shoved his hands into his shorts and was stroking eagerly as the Damien's feet slurped inside while the model groaned and contorted, arching his neck and back and standing on the tips of his toes, cringing at the pain and pleasure racking through his body.

Damien was gleefully readjusting his out-of-proportion frame within the squeezing, slimy, meaty confines of the model’s body, feeling different parts of the model’s sides, abs, and back twitch, flex, and contort, as his body tried to adjust to its invader. He could hear the muffled sounds of Raul’s horny, drunken laughter from the outside, thinking he for sure must have been making the model appear to have a substantially pregnant beer gut as Damien’s body centralized in his torso. After using a stretched out hand to brush his lubricated, wet hair out of his face, Damien went to work shoving his limbs into the model’s extremities.

Damien loudly moaned from within the body as he felt his arms and legs come to new life with increased strength and size while his limbs shoved through slick meat like a tight sleeve into the model’s beefy appendages. He smirked, feeling cocky and horny as he felt his arms burst into massive cannons and his heart fluttered as he felt the rest of him come to life. Damien arched in exhilarated bliss as he felt his chest, torso, and back first compress under the weight of the model’s squeezing body and then surge outward in new sensations of power and mass as Damien’s senses merged with the model’s, enticing him to give his big chest a flex to feel it bounce with new weight.

Raul nearly blew his load from an observer’s perspective. The model’s head was lolled backwards and his eyes rolled back while his body underwent what looked to be an instant pump, his muscles standing out more prominently under his skin, bit by bit, as his boyfriend filled him up like a balloon. Raul gasped as he stroked himself, watching Damien fill up the model’s lower half, making his already impressive thighs and glutes swell larger still. The thong he was wearing for the shoot looked somehow more risqué than earlier, hugging the model’s sweaty skin more tightly and accentuating his now-larger parts. The model was no longer the shredded twunk he was when he came into the apartment, but a swaggering thicc muscle stud with his and Damien’s combined mass.

Finally, Raul could see a sizable lump appear from near the model’s collarbone, stretching the model’s gold chain to its limit, as Damien began to shove his own head upwards into the model’s. He began to elicit deeper, gurgling groans as Damien wiggled and stretched his head up into the neck. Raul felt himself nearing completion as the model’s head suddenly jolted upwards with a dull crack, the lump in the model’s throat now gone. It wasn’t until Raul heard Damien utter his first satisfied groan in the model’s low voice that he blew his pent up load all over the floor in front of him.

Damien rolled his head around in his new body, stretched his shoulders and panted a few more breaths. He touched the foreign curves and angles in his face for a moment, turned on by his own handsome, sharp, smooth face. He felt sweat dripping off him from his exertion and huffed a big whiff of the new musk he emitted. Not bad!

“Alright!” He rubbed his hands off his face and down his pillowy chest.

“Let’s take some pictures.”

Damien turned to see that Raul had blown a sizable load all over the floor, some even on the set, and giggled as Raul chuckled, panting, coaxing the last of his load out of his shaft, letting it dribble down his fingers and onto the puddle below.

“Already?! Come on, man,” Damien chastised playfully.

“Sorry, babe, I just love the way you filled him out, dude. Fuck!”

“Oh? Y’like?” Damien teased walking towards him, saucily lolling his tongue out while he flexing his arms hard and tensing his pec muscles several times. He was being corny like always, but Raul was kicked into 5th gear again, instantly ready to blow another load.

“Yeah, dude, I fuckin’ do,” Raul took the liberty of feeling up Damien’s slick muscle gut, running his hands over his protruding abs. Damien could see how into this his boyfriend was and decided to move things forward a bit.

He grabbed Raul’s hand and shoved it into his thong, feeling his new hardening 7 incher steel against his boyfriend’s palm. He humped and gyrated his mammoth cock against Raul’s hand and asked, “What about the shoot?”

“Shoot can wait,” Raul moaned as he gripped onto Damien’s slick dick and stroked, lifting up Damien’s huge arm with his other hand and burying his face into Damien’s sweaty pits, licking and lapping at the moist surface while inhaling deeply.

Damien lifted up his other arm for Raul to let his boyfriend worship his other pit, bouncing his pecs a bit as Raul slathered his greedy face across his sweaty jugs on his way to the next pit. Damien grinned as he felt Raul continue to lovingly work his shaft. He was looking forward to a hedonistic, indulgent weekend with his boyfriend—he just hoped they eventually remember to finish the shoot.

[theposssessionmaster]

Sauna Shenanigans

(Here’s a longer one for y’all! It’s been burning a hole in my drafts since the GrowingGuys dump. Consider it a Thanksgiving treat)

———

I ran my fingers through Diego’s slick, sweaty hair.

“Too easy,” I said in his deep, Mexican accent to the rest of the group. They whooped and cheered, impressed and admiring my work. Several of them had to adjust their swelling cocks.

———

Spending time the sauna has always made for some amazing times. My body always took on interesting characteristics whenever it was in steamy and slick and hot and sweaty environments, becoming elastic and malleable in all sorts of ways; I’m pretty sure I could do just about anything if I wanted to if I focused hard enough. Going to the gym was always great because 1) I’d be able to tone my body to get better and better dudes to come home with me, but 2) the real fun began in the sauna. The rest of the guys liked it, too—it was something new, interesting, and unique and provided a hell of a show and some good entertainment while they lounged in the steamy heat. We’re all pretty well built, some of us athletes, some of us natural body builders, and then people like me who just wanted to maintain a fuckable appearance. We were also fresh from our workouts, so the hazy room was thick with our combined musks, aglow with our combined pheromones, smelling like pure sex and manliness. I guess you can blame that for what happened in the following hour.

I started out this particular sauna session by showing the 5 other guys how I could easily stretch my arms from one side of the room to the other, and how I could bend over backwards to feed my upper torso through my legs and back around again. What really got them going was when I pulled my cock out and out and out, like a clown pulling scarves out of his mouth, until it piled up high like a garden hose, showing off my impressive elasticity. After some compliments and praise, the guy now laying down behind Diego spoke up. I’d seen him here before, as well as Diego.

“Come on man, we’ve seen all this! What about some other tricks? Do you… I don’t know, think you could enter into somebody else?”

An anticipated silence fell over the room.

“What, like a possession?”

“Body suit, possession… Whatever you want to call it. Just… going into someone’s body and walking and talking like them?” he adjusted himself, clearly turned on by his suggestion.

I shrugged, unsure of whether or not it could happen, but willing to try anything. I looked over at Diego, a regular at the gym and an even more frequent regular in my sauna sessions. He was irresistibly hot, built like a mack truck, and it aroused me like hell to know that I was the one he thought was hot. Granted, I’ve got a good swimmer’s build, but I’ve got nothing on him. He seemed to love watching me do my little tricks, and I was so looking forward to incorporating him into my playtime.

I bucked my chin up at him, “Whadya say, Diego? Be my test dummy?”

His voice caught in his throat and he brought his hands down over his waist, trying and failing concealing a boner under his towel. And why!? That’s not an issue for me, I love it when I make dudes hard.

He sputtered excitedly, “Absolutely, man! Go for it.”

I smiled at him, my brave Latin Adonis, willing to try anything. I stood up, shivering as I willed my cock to slurp back into my body, retracting like measuring tape until it hit its standard length, my arms sucking back into my body and stopping at their usual length. I slowly approached Diego, who licked his lips and took in shallow, excited breaths. I knelt down in front of him and threw off the towel covering his waist to whoops and hollers of support from the onlookers. He grinned up at me as his huge cock sprung up and slapped his sweaty abs. I grinned back at him and crawled over him, squatting over his torso and letting my cock brush against his abs. Being so close to him, I could smell his powerful aroma more strongly and inhaled deeply, causing my cock to harden and lift up to slap my own lower torso, bringing a webby trail of pre from his abs to mine. I reached behind me and guided his hard cock towards my asshole, which I focused on to stretch open to accommodate his wide girth, then tightly squeezing it back to wrap around his manhood once it was fully inside me. His breathing shuddered and he looked at me with lustful eyes. I started riding his dick, bouncing up and down and letting sweat drip off my face and hair and onto his body.

As I rocked, I asked in panting breaths, “You sure about this, bro?”

“Fuck yeah, bro. Just do it.” he panted back.

“This might feel strange,” I warned with heavy breaths. “But don’t worry, dude, I’m not gonna hurt you. At some point I may need your help so just look out for my signal.” he just nodded, breathing heavy and looking down at my chistled body as I rode his horse dick. I squeezed his pec and pinched a nipple and he gave out a pleased vocalization and looked back up at me, still bucking, “Thanks for trying this out with me, dude. Just breathe through the nose. Ready?”

“Ready!” he cried breathlessly, clearly already thoroughly enjoying himself.

As he bucked his hips up, driving his meat deeper in me, I planted a wet, sweaty kiss on his equally wet, sweaty mouth. He welcomed the kiss eagerly, so I stuck my tongue in, making it stretch deeper down is throat. He gave off a few choking sounds but I put my hand to his cheek, reminding him to breath through the nose. The guys around us were silently watching, and he and I could hear wet fleshy slaps, knowing a bunch of sweaty, hunky gym rats were getting off from our display. ‘Alright, going in!’ I thought as I rolled my eyes back and allowed my head to compress.

I plunged my head into his mouth, hearing the muffled sounds of the guys shouting, not expecting to see what they saw. Diego just kept uttering deep, muffled grunts, continuing to thrust into my asshole and trusting me to do what I needed to do. I wiggled inside his mouth, coaxing my neck, shoulders, and chest to compress too, making myself as thin and narrow as I could, understanding that Diego unfortunately did not share the same elastic qualities as me. At this point, I felt his cock dislodge from my asshole with a *pop* as I plunged deeper into Diego. As I neared my waist, I used a free hand to pat Diego’s chest. Thankfully, he understood the signal as he held me from my waist and lifted my legs up in the air, making the rest of my journey a straight shot down. I let gravity do most of the work now, only having to make my waist and legs slender and narrow. Diego’s gut had been growing before, but now it started to look distended and impregnated as I coiled into his being. I kept my cock it’s standard size, thinking it would’ve been a treat for Diego to let him completely swallow my slick, erect dick and sweaty balls at their full, erect size. Diego groaned and grunted as the last of me slipped into him with a wet slurping sound and I could feel his throat muscles pushing me down into him as he swallowed heavily.

As I landed in his guts, writhing and finding my positioning, I could feel the fleshy warm walls around me vibrate thunderously as he forced out a massive, deep belch to the laughter of the guys. ‘Show off,’ I thought while inside him with a cheeky grin. I could hear muffled talking and his deep panting breaths as the rest of the guys asked how it feels. He was on the verge of telling them how goddamn good and surreal and orgasmic it felt to have me inside him, but I decided to spring into action immediately, so as to not hang out in the corrosive juices of his gut for too long. I knew that his world was being rocked right now as I quickly started to reposition myself within his body. I felt someone remark that he looked like he was pregnant with a den of snakes to the laughter of the other guys as Diego convulsed and allowed me to make myself comfortable. I shoved myself into all of the right positions of his body, feeling myself stretch larger and taller to fit the mold of his body. I shot into his head and opened his clenched eyes, breathing in a loud, heaving gasp and panting heavily.

I looked around at the slack-jawed, silent crowd, waiting to hear whether or not I was successful or if something bad had happened to me. I ran my fingers through Diego’s slick, sweaty hair and decided to break the suspense.

“Too easy,” I said in his deep, Mexican accent to the sauna crowd. They lost it.

“I’ll be goddamned.” the man sitting behind Diego said under his breath, openly stroking himself off. I turned around and fondled his balls and winked at him.

“Wait, if you entered through his mouth…” some football jock finally spoke up from the corner of the sauna, “then what was the point of letting him fuck you at the beginning?”

I blushed, trying to think of a lie but coming up empty, “… Look, can’t a guy just have some fun?” I asked jokingly but honestly to the laughter of the crowd. Diego and I had probably secretly wanted to do just that since I first met him several weeks ago. The jock grinned and shrugged his shoulders understandingly, looking back down at the cloth covering his bits. I could feel Diego’s turgid cock (which, incredibly, hadn’t yet burst) swinging in front of me as I watched the jock. Big guy, cute guy. I bet it’d be nice to fuck him, my new biology told me. It’s no surprise that Diego is a top.

“So how do you get out of him?” another in the audience asked—a beefy black man who did stunt work, from what I’ve heard.

I pondered over the question, honestly unsure of the answer. I was having a terrific time, and so was Diego’s consciousness, which I could feel in the back of my mind, but it was clearly also wishing to have control over its own body once again. Guess I should pack it up and head out. One last thing before I do…

“Not sure, man, figured I just find the exit somehow,” they all laughed at the cavalier response. I chuckled a bit too and glanced down at Diego’s mouthwatering cock and balls. I scooped his junk into my hand and admired its weight, jostling his bits around a little. “But before I give it a shot, I want to… lemme just…”

I gripped onto Diego’s hard cock and started pumping. I could feel his consciousness giving its approval and enjoying the sensation, too, so I went into it with more fervor. I closed his eyes and I beat his meat at a more rapid pace, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, feeling up his chest and abs with my free hand and yanking rhythmically with the other. I lifted up his pits and buried his face into it, inhaling deeply and grunting deeply. FUCK, he had such an intoxicating stench… I couldn’t believe this was the body I now occupied, that I was jerking off. I just let myself get lost in the ecstasy of all of it.

I slipped into habit and did what I normally do during these stretchy sauna sessions. I yanked his meat up, making it stretch upwards but retain its thickness and hardness, and put it into my greedy mouth. I was too lost in the moment to hear the group around me gasp at the sight. I kept pumping and sucking, making my lips stretch down and wrap around the entire length of the absurdly long cock, bending my head down to take in the full length of it and allowing the cock head to press up against the back of my throat, allowing the back of my neck to stretch out with the lump of the cock head protruding underneath it. The guys continued to marvel at what was happening, all of them stroking their own meat.

Still stuck in habit, I did what I normally did and blew hard into the tip of the cock, making its length, girth, and his pendulous balls balloon larger in size. I moaned, oblivious to both my actions and the disbelief of the onlookers, as I continued to do what I could to amplify the intensity of my self-pleasure. Habit kicked in once again as I plugged my nose with my free hand and tightened my lips shut, blowing into my mouth hard, as I normally do in the sauna sessions, Diego’s already massive muscles and body doubled in size all over, as if inflating. I could also smell Diego’s stench amplifying, pervading his nostrils and sending me deeper into feral, lustful mindlessness. The guys were stunned and staring, all of them almost blowing their load just at the very sight of me. I wrapped both of my massive hands around my absurdly enlarged cock, neither of my fingertips meeting, and pumped more ferociously, nearing myself towards completion with my eyes tight shut.

“UUUUHHOOOOOOHHHHHhhhhhh” I moaned deeply up at the ceiling and bucked my hips, ropes and ropes of cum the size of water from a garden hose came firing out of me, splashing against the back wall, the ceiling, and spreading across the floor, splashing against the guys who then lost it and fired their own loads into themselves, mixing with the copious volumes of my own.

As I opened my eyes, still gushing lighter spurts of cum, Diego’s inflated extremeties began quickly deflating back to their normal, albeit still giant, size as I moaned and caught my breath, pushing my hands through Diego’s hair to get it out my face and subsequently drenching his sweaty hair in his own cum.

I looked over at the guys who sat stunned in silence, their cocks spurting the last of their seed, and coated in Diego’s jizz, along with most of the sauna.

“Sorry boys, guess I got a little carried away!” I remarked humbly as I stood up, Diego’s jizz spilling off his torso, slipping slightly on the gooey, slick floor but catching my balance. The guys were still staring at me slack-jawed.

“What?! It’s not like y’all aren’t used to it. I mean, last week I—…” I stopped with realization. It wasn’t that they weren’t used to this type of display, it was that they weren’t used to someone else engaged in this type of display. I looked down, not only realizing I was still in Diego’s body, but that I had manipulated his physical form in the exact way I could when I wasn’t occupying him. How could this be possible?

“Holy shit,” I remarked quietly in disbelief. ‘Holy shit!!’ I could feel Diego’s consciousness echo with much more enthusiasm.

It was then that I could feel my true body losing control and beginning to retract and find an exit from Diego’s body. His eyes went slack and his body stood limply as I reverted back to the thin, snake-like form in his gut, once again ‘impregnating him with a den of snakes,’ as one of the guys so colorfully put it, and searched for a way out. I snaked through him through a coiled, twisting, fleshy tunnel, quickly realizing where I was.

Diego’s consciousness snapped back to reality in its rightful bod and he stood up straight taking heavy breaths. He look around at the guys wide-eyed with breathless laughter, fully aware of what had just transpired. His moment was short lived, as he noticed his gut was still swollen with a writhing mass, quickly descending lower down his abdomen. He groaned and grunted and bent over, suddenly feeling like he was going to shit himself in front of everyone. He put his hands on his knees and groaned deeply and loudly, clenching his eyes tightly closed.

“HHHHUUUURRFNNNGGUUUHHHH….” Diego grunted and groaned as the first of me—my head, neck, shoulders and chest—emerged from out of his asshole with wet squelching sounds. I continued sliding out of him as his knees and legs shook. It felt to him like an absurdly long shit was coming out but also feeling incredibly aroused as I slid over his prostate, making his cock hard as he bent over. I continued to wetly spill out of his hole, coiling on the ground and quickly inflating back to my usual swimmer’s build-size, my coiled body thrashing around and unfolding like an inflating life raft. The last of me—my hips, cock, legs, and feet—excited his hole with a wet, slurping, squelching *pop*, and landed against the floor with a wet slap, making juices and mucus pour out of him like a woman’s water breaking.

I finished inflating back to my regular size. I sat back on the ground, panting, soaked in the mucus and the juices of his body, staring up at him with an open-mouthed, wide smile. He looked back and me with a blank, orgasmic expression and stood back up straight, rubbing his ass a little bit at the incredible yet slightly painful sensation. The room remained in stunned silence.

“That’s the most incredible fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” Diego broke the silence with aroused amazement.

“Likewise, dude,” I said standing up clumsily, sauntering back over to where I was originally sitting, slapping his ass along the way.

I plopped down on the bench, toweling myself off and catching my breath, while Diego stood composing himself. He seemed… off… like something was new, or something was left over inside him. He kept looking down on himself, studying his body. Rafael noticed him too and spoke up.

“Yo, Diego, you good?” Rafael asked with father-like curiosity and concern, sitting nude on his bench. His cock still turgid from.. well, everything. “You’re looking at little comatose.”

“Yeah, man, it’s just…” Diego answered, still looking over himself.

“Just what?” Rafael proded.

“I feel like… feel like maybe I could…” he didn’t finish his thought and instead pointed an arm towards Rafael, seemingly concentrating very hard. Rafael looked around the room, wondering what the deal was, not really sure how to respond, when suddenly, the impossible happened.

Slowly, Diego’s arm began extending at the shoulder. It retained its normal, beastly musculature, but was unmistakably getting longer and longer, picking up speed as it reached across the room towards Rafael. Rafael looked at it approaching with a blank look on his face, in complete disbelief at what was happening. Diego looked back at me and giggled like a child, overwhelmed with the exciting discovery of this new ability. I could only stare at him and gawk.

His hand landed on Rafael’s dick, making Rafael gasp, and started pumping from across the room. Rafael looked up and chuckled amazed and breathless at Diego. Diego took full advantage of the moment and started sending his hard cock across the room, drifting stiff and rigid through the air as Rafael caught it and plugged it straight into his mouth, immediately getting to sucking.

“Yeah, suck that cock, you greedy fucking hunk,” Diego growled at Rafael, who responded by flexing his arms, not letting the cock drop out of his mouth as he bobbed his head forward and back. Diego looked back at the group, lifting his other hand from Rafael’s cock to his face, driven with lust like an incubus. “I’m going in, gentlemen,” he looked back at Rafael, “suck me down, dude, don’t stop.” Rafael winked at him, still bobbing on the cock.

Diego let out a shuddering sigh as he stretched his other arm out and held onto both sides of Rafael’s face. He pulled himself in towards Rafael, feeding his cock down Rafael’s throat and not stopping until his shaved groin was pressed against Rafael’s sexy face. I, like everyone else, couldn’t stop aggressively jacking off at the sight of this. Diego rolled his eyes back allowed himself to be fully fed into Rafael, moaning loudly, and feeling his body thin and descend into Rafael’s sucking maw. Rafael scooted forward and sat at the edge of the bench, gripped the undersides of the bench with his meaty paws, making his sweaty balls and hard cock hang off the edge, and started sucking with more fervor. Diego’s slack, thinning mass started slurping down with more speed into Rafael’s gullet. Diego whooped and hollered as the rest of him was slurped into Rafael, making him swallow hard and catch his breath. His stomach distended and his cock leaked heavy globs of pre onto the cum-soaked floor.

As Diego made himself comfortable in Rafael and started stretching and expanding Rafael’s mass with horny giggles, the guy laying down on the bench, covered in a layer of his own cum from earlier, shook my shoulder. I turned around at him, and he had a pleading look in his eyes. “Please, please, man. Do me next. Please.”

Then I felt a hand land on my other shoulder and I stared up the at the sweaty, impressive torso of the stunt man.

“Nah, come on, bro, do me. I’ll make it quick for you, I promise.” 

He rested his big, hard, leaking cock against my shoulder. I looked up at him with excitement in my eyes and joked, “Promise?”

“Promise, bro…” he grinned down at me seductively. I could see Diego-in-Rafael stretching taller and wider in the background, laughing maniacally with his new abilities as the football jock watched him nervously but greedily.

I looked back up at him, bearing my teeth in a wide, sweating grin and looked down at his cock oozing pre that started to slide down my chest. I slowly listed a hand up and gripped his cock. I looked up at him with approval as he threw his head back and moaned, “Mmmmm, fuck yes…”

I looked back down at his cock and shrugged thinking, ‘What the hell, why not?’ to myself. I brought my other hand up and pushed a finger into his cock slit, as it opened up to welcome me. He grunted loudly and looked down on me with concern. I grinned back up and slowly shoved more fingers in, then my hand, then started sliding my arm into his expanding cock slit. His look of concern slowly turned to acceptance and finally release, as he allowed what was happening to happen. I slid the rest of my arm in and was now up to my shoulder in his expanding cock. Inside, I felt my arm dip into his scrotum, as it started expanding, too, getting ready for the massive delivery it was about to receive.

“Fuck, dude, I’m about to give you a sleeping bag of a nut sack,” I giggled up at him, feeling him tense up at the words, and warm jizz sloshed around in his growing scrotum. I giggled up again at him and then plunged my head into the cock with a sharp grunt from him. This must be sheer fucking heaven for him, I thought as I wormed my way through his cock, which had now stretched to the length and size of me. I slid down into his scrotum, marinating myself in my growing fleshy pool of jizz, frothy and hot, now growing deeper with my presence. His testes were clearly now working on overtime. All of these fucking guys’ balls were, it seemed. What can I say? I guess it’s my effect. I rose up in his body to take over his consciousness and I looked down at my silky, sweaty bod and monstrously huge nut sack and sagging, stretched out shaft. Holy fuck.

I heard a massive fart rip as I turned around and saw Rafael gripping the bench and squatting, grunting and groaning heavily, buckets of cum still firing out of his cock. From out of his ass, I watched Diego come sliding out, still getting used to his stretchy, elastic capabilities, and inadvertently growing back to his standard size around the point his chest was out of Rafael’s ass. Thankfully, Rafael had already acquired his abilities and was able to survive Diego’s clumsy dislodging, as Diego landed heavily on the cum-soaked floor with raucous laughter, prolapsing Rafael’s asshole. Rafael groaned and made his asshole revert back to his normal tightness as he laughed and swore down at Diego in Spanish. Diego replied in his own native tongue as he stretched up his meaty arms and wrapped them around Rafael’s waist, pulling him down on top of himself and laughing heavily. Rafael played along and stretched his own arms around Diego to flip him over and pin him down, playfully shouting more Spanish taunts at him. The two carried on, play-wrestling with each other, rolling around with expanding, twisting, tangling limbs and more on the cum-covered ground, yelling playful insults at each other in Spanish and laughing like children.

‘Jesus, what a delightful fucking zoo this has become,’ I thought to myself with a grin.

I focused my attention back on the man who first asked me to enter him. Can’t leave my fans waiting! I cast a seductive look over at the man laying against the bench and approached him slowly, the stunt man’s hanging nut sack almost dragging against the floor.

“How’re we gonna do this, bud? Ass, cock, or mouth?” I asked, stroking the stunt man’s shaft, getting it ready to plunge into wherever he told me so I could deliver my actual body into this man.

“Oh, easy question,” he rolled over on the bench and propped himself up on his hands and knees, yanking his towel off and exposing his hole, his hard cock and pendulous balls dangling below. He had a gorgeous, rippling back, huge, toned legs, and an enviable, rotund, firm ass. “Get up inside there and tell me this isn’t the best ass you ever had.”

“Looking forward to exploring it, stud,” I grumbled as I squeezed his ass and plunged the stunt man’s cock in, all in one thrust. I bucked several times, making sure he was nice and wide for me (plus really fucking enjoying the tight warm walls of this dude’s bussy—he wasn’t lying that it would be the best ass I’ve ever had!) and then allowed myself to drop back down into the stunt man’s sagging nut sack. His thrusting stopped while he was returning to consciousness, clearly surprised to see that he was buried dick-deep in this guy’s asshole. I didn’t leave him a moment to recover as I fed myself from his nut sack into his shaft, stretching myself and pushing myself through his cock slit. I could hear his muffled groans and grunts and he started bucking his hips again into the man’s ass as I quickly started to invade this dude’s body to pass my gift onto him like everyone else. The stunt man’s breathing caught in his throat as he fired a torrent of jizz into the man’s perfect asshole. The man bending over cried out in surprise and immense pleasure as his guts were flooded with a ridiculous amount of cum, much of it forcefully spraying out of his asshole around the stunt man’s cock, as I was forced deeper into his guts by the pressure of the flood behind me.

Diego and Rafael continued thrashing around on the floor play-wrestling and tangling with one another with combined raucous laughter and playful jabs, each of them positively soaked now with sweat and cum, their bodies swelling and stretching in each and every direction. Only one now remained who wasn’t sharing in the revelry.

The football jock, definitely a linebacker stud was the only one left without this fun new ability. He’d been pretty quiet and was doing his best to maintain the appearance of being a tough-to-crack, straight football bro. He liked pussy, right? His harder-than-ever cock was just a fluke, right? It was just the musk in the air and the potent, powerful pheromones in the steam… right?? With a shuddering sigh, he gave up the illusion and tore the cloth away from his crotch and started pounding away on his rock hard meat, casting his eyes to and from everyone, drinking in the impossible orgy around him. “He guys, *grunt* I’m next, okay? Promise—*grunt* promise me I can go next? My teammates would really *grunt* get a kick out of this.” He moaned in intense pleasure, imagining being able to have a time like this with his bros. Fuck, maybe he was bi.

Diego and Rafael heard his request and stopped their playtime, both looking up at the beefy jock from the floor. They separated and unraveled from each other as quickly as they could, each standing up and stumbling a bit, their extremities retracting their ways back to normalcy.

“Sure, bro, we’ll help you out!” Rafael answered confidently.

“Yeah, dude, no man left behind!” Diego interjected with a giggle.

The football jock grinned nervously at them and rubbed his swollen groin, “Uh, thanks guys! …So, uh, how do y’all want to do this?”

Diego and Rafael started stepping in towards the jock, their bodies thinning and elongating as they walked. The jock gulped deeply.

“Open up, bro,” Rafael ordered down to the sitting jock in a gruff voice. The jock slowly, nervously lifted his head up and opened his mouth. Rafael gripped onto the jock’s lower jaw, prying his mouth open wider. Diego was standing close to Rafael, rubbing back and ass, encouraging his friend. Rafael pushed his head toward’s the jock’s mouth and plunged in, making the jock utter out small choking sounds. He started pumping his cock again as it was happening—Diego, too.

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Diego giggled and reached for the jock’s cock, interrupting the jock from pumping it. He looked up at Diego with a furrowed brow and Diego simply winked at him in response. Diego knelt in, pointing his own stiff cock towards the jock’s. With a loud muffled groan as Rafael continued to snake down the jock’s throat, Diego threw his head back and moaned as his plunged his thick, erect cock into the jock’s widening cock slit. Diego moaned long and loudly as he fed himself into the jock’s monstrously stretching shaft, making his scrotum begin to sag heavily as Diego filled it up, his legs and waist slipping into the warm, sloshing sack. As the last of Rafael’s feet slurped down into the jock’s gullet, making him swallow heavily—the massive lump in his throat finally shrinking—and groan, his belly now globular and writhing as Rafael settled in, the jock looked down over his belly at Diego as his chest, shoulders, and neck slid into his cock. Diego looked up at the jock and let his tongue stretch down to wrap around his huge cock several times and give it a few pumps as the jock moaned down at him. He knew he would’ve blown his load right then if a literal fucking person weren’t corking his cock. Diego’s head slipped inside and his wrapped tongue uncoiled itself from the jock’s dick and slid in behind him, thus making the last of Diego disappear into his body.

The jock felt positively stuffed, his belly engorged with one body builder and his nut sack swollen and distended with another—what a fucking night! He slightly regretted his decision to as the two to bestow this ability on him, seeing how they were getting way into it on the sauna floor, but he was racked with such intense fucking pleasure that his engorged discomfort was barely a concern. He felt his body shifting and churning as the two guys started to convene in his belly—making it writhe and balloon out impossibly large—but started to quickly spread throughout his body. His breathing became rapid and began to do exactly what he was wishing to do for the past several minutes.

He moaned and laughed maniacally as he started to stretch higher and his muscles began to swell. He flexed with animalistic grunts as he continued to stretch higher and his body swelled larger and wider. His cock pulsed larger and larger and as his head began to graze against the ceiling of the sauna room. He continued laughing like a madman—fucking amazed by what he was doing—but his breathing started to get more rapid and more shallow as he steadied himself against the wall of the sauna.

As if building up incredible pressure, his cock ballooned larger and larger and larger, far out-sizing the rest of his body, and his laughter turned into rapid groans. He braced himself and then shot a fire hose’s amount of jizz on the other guys and the rest of the room. The walls were painted white with his jizz and the swamp of jizz on the floor began to grow deeper and deeper. Suddenly, it was as if a cork stopped the torrent of his jizz as a lump appeared from within his cock. He shut his eyes and focused on his pelvic muscles to force out the blockage, and Rafael came firing out, laughing and splashing down into the ocean of jizz on the floor. Another blockage. He grunted with force again as Diego followed firing out his cock as well, landing on top of Rafael, sending the two jizz-soaked body builders into hysterics.

The jock began rapidly deflating in size, his cock spurting out remnants of cum—still easily a gallon per spurt—and collapsed back down onto the sauna bench, panting and laughing in breathless disbelief at what he had just done.

He looked up and saw that the man on his hands and knees on the bench started expanding and swelling, too. Looks like the party wasn’t over.

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The door to the sauna swung open, as a large, sloshing, sludgy wave of jizz spilled out all over the locker room floor from inside. From inside the steamy haze, trudging through the swamp of semen, emerged six laughing, sweaty, jizz-covered muscle studs. Their bodies, limbs, extremities, and junks retracting back to their standard sizes in the cooler, dryer air of the locker room. They entered the showers and started cleaning each other off, remarking on their experiences and laughing some more.

After they dried off and got dressed, they made arrangements to meet back again tomorrow in the sauna, same time.

[theposssessionmaster]

Spiritual Trainers

He came into the gym a skinny little twig, quite literally skin and bones. Never really able to gain any weight, Gordon was known around the neighborhood as the ghost: deathly pale and skeletal. For the past 5 years since he graduated from medical school, he tried strategy after strategy to try and bulk up. From high carb and high protein diets to vegan plans to just eating fast food for an entire month, nothing seemed to work for him. Thus, this new gym membership was yet another rung on his ladder, another step on trying to get swole.

The gym had been a staple of the neighborhood for decades, becoming a well established conveyor belt of successful athletes. The place supplied wrestlers, boxers, bodybuilders of all types to the industry: always winners, always huge. Thus, in the hopes of becoming their next success story, Gordon put pen to paper on the membership form, and struggling to carry his limp gym bag over his shoulder, he drudged toward the locker room.

While the impressive history of the place seemed to be a matter of fact, evidence toward their incredible efficacy in their training methods, there was a more clandestine underlying truth behind closed doors. Since the gym's opening, hundreds of studs left into the world, and many return. Some, however, linger. Past their dying breaths, they still return to the gym for the same reason they patroned it in life: getting huge. It would be fair to say of 200 successful athletes, about 80 of them are... recycled. Inhabited by the spirits of their predecessors, reliving life as they did in their time. And on that fateful day, the emaciated young man had caught the eyes of a number of such spirits. As he entered the well-maintained but rather fragrant locker room, the first such spirit laid his eyes upon Gordon.

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In 1987, Dacre Dallas became the youngest title holder in the WWE. The "Pretty Boy from Texas" was a fan favorite, especially with the ladies. His trademark mullet, bushy moustache and masculine good looks made him quite the Don Juan in his day. At 5'9 and only 9% body fat, he was the 80's Adonis.

Everyone that knew him would recall him as the good-natured dipshit who all seemed to love. He'd be the first one to laugh at a bad joke, the first to offer training tips and branding ideas, the first to buy the round of drinks, and the first to offer a quickie in the sauna. Beautiful, sexy, stupid, and loveable, Dacre was the guy everyone wanted to be around.

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As Dacre flexed into the mirror, admiring his own good looks, his nose twitched. He turned his head, following the unfamiliar scent of Irish Spring soap until he saw him.

He was perplexed. Many a guy had come through the doors looking to build muscle from nothing, but this was quite the find. Gordon's lanky figure had even shocked the spirit world: the ghost had surprised the ghosts! As he opened his locker, Dacre strode toward him, the ethereal sound of his squeaking Adidas high tops ever so faintly echoing in the room. Gordon began to take off his shirt, stripping it to slip on his tank; a sight that had sealed his fate. Dacre stood awestruck behind him, the sheer difference in size was more than evident. Even at relatively similar height, it only highlighted just how frail the young man was. In that moment, Dacre felt it. He felt the calling, the beckoning of life itself. Flesh is wasted on the living, when the dead have so much more to offer. He furrowed his bushy brows, a sly grin crept beneath his thick moustache.

Gordon felt a cool breeze between his legs, goosebumps trailed down his spine. The ac must have been strong, he dismissed it in his mind. Shrugging it off, he dropped his pants and revealed his baggy black briefs. A stronger, colder breeze blew again, enough to elicit a shiver from the lanky young man. He looked down, immediately met with the translucent grinning face of Dacre Dallas.

"Fuck, this will be fun. Coming in!" Before Gordon could even say a single word, Dacre took his massive ectoplasmic hands and quickly plunged them upward, right into his hole. A squelch rang out in the room, as Gordon's hole stretched to the rubbery forearms of the ghostly hulk. Chuckling as he began to force his entire gigantic body into Gordon, the young man desperately grasped at his invader, only feeling the slightest slimy resistance before phasing right through. He watched as belly started to bulge outward, growing as more and more of Dacre slithered inside of him.

"Heheh, oh shit, man! I forgot how good this felt!" Dacre chirped from within the twink, just as his ankles slid in, his size 10 Adidas kicking back and forth before slipping in completely. Gordon began to thrash about the locker room, slamming into walls and doors while Dacre slipped him on from inside. He slid his arms into the skinny tunnels of Gordon's body, swelling them with his thick plasmic muscle before his hands popped into his hosts, exploding them into calloused strong fists. Pecs and abs started to bubble out as they were filled with Dacre's, his underwear grew tighter as the ghostly cock thrust into his own, his balls swelling with Dacre's seed.

His legs burst with thick forests of hair atop his hilly quads, his feet quickly burst from his size 7 trainers, and as pressure mounted up his throat and against the palate of his mouth, a single pop rang out. The thrashing stopped, 'Gordon' stood still for a moment before cracking his neck and smiling. Turning to the left, Dacre sauntered over to the mirror, admiring his new fleshsuit. The kid looked good on him, he couldn't deny it. He flashed his pearly white teeth beneath his moustache, running his hand through the wavy mullet that had sprouted from Gordon's scalp. It was undoubtedly Gordon to the naked eye, just 100 pounds bigger and possessed by the bulky ghost of an 80's wrestler.

"Aww yeah! This I can work with!" Dacre's booming voice poured from Gordon's lips, as he flexed his sizeable biceps. "You doin' okay in there?" He knocked on his head, the faintest purr deep inside the voids of his brain the only reply. He chuckled, adjusting his bulge in the straining briefs before strutting out onto the lifting floor. He clapped his hands, rubbing them together with a dim laugh: eager to feel the rush of a good pump once more. Walking toward the bench press, he tossed 35 pount plates onto the barbell like they were nothing, and continued to press 10 reps without so much as breaking a sweat. He turned between sets, winking at one of the ladies across the room on the cable machine; a gesture that was accepted and reciprocated from the Amazonian woman. From behind the counter, the attendant smirked. Well aware of each of their residents and their tendencies to slip into the gym's clients, he always enjoyed seeing the before and after with each and every new stud that exited the locker room. It didn't happen every day, but when it did, it was a sight to behold. It was even enough to snatch yet another wandering eye.

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Justin Drake was the influencer to watch in 2024. With every TikTok and Instagram, viewers could see his growth from the everyday fuckboy twunk to the jacked stud he became. Standing 6'0 with the looks and build of a model, he fit naturally into the realm of fitness modeling. Every thirst trap got thousands of impressions, an equal amount of interaction. This quickly led to product deals, podcasting gigs, sponsorships and content collaboration. Even at one point joining a Big Brother-style bro house series on YouTube, Justin was unstoppable. Though, if you dug a little deeper, you'd find these weren't the only accolades he was receiving.

Top .01% of creators on OnlyFans as well as JustForFans, Justin was well known in the adult industry as the dumb himbo that got off on his musk. Pit stink, sweaty ass, musty cock, and most popularly his ripe size 13s. He was likeable on camera, dumbly laughing at any terrible porn joke on set, and he was popular with his scene partners; even corrupting several guys into scentplay with his addictive aroma. Every horny Tumblr page had his ass, cock, and feet plastered over their feeds, and those big green eyes graced the dreams of ever bater on the site.

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As Dacre hopped to his feet, he turned to head toward the gorgeous woman, only to be met with the drooling face of Justin.

"Bruh. Like, fuck. Is that you in there, Dac?" Dacre grinned from ear to ear, leaning over the warm, musky specter sitting on the bench. The minty green vapors that wafted from the ghost rather ironically reeked of buttery sweat and musk, tickling Dacre's nostrils as he inhaled his friend's scent. Sighing in satisfaction, he patted Justin's gooey shoulder.

"In the flesh, man. Or, in his flesh... hah!" The duo dumbly laughed, just as they would when they floated around the gym, chuckling at the poor form of their successors. "Nice find, right?"

"Dude fits you like a glove! Here, just let me..." Justin leaned in to Dacre's chest, taking a deep whiff. The scent was subtle, slightly salty, like ocean waves rolling onto the beach. Pulling away, the ghost shrugged his shouldes. "Meh. I could do better."

"Sure, man. Sure. Huhuhu!" Just as Dacre began to walk away, he stopped in his tracks. Justin watched with a raised eyebrow as he slowly turned around, with a devilish smirk on his face. With a quick glance around, making sure no stupid mortal was waddling around, he began to beckon Justin toward him. "C'mon! Jump in while no one's looking!" Justin scoffed at the whispered invitation.

"Bro, there's no way I'll fit! I'll get the next one." This did little to dissuade Dacre, whose beckoning became more grandiose. Sliding down his shorts and briefs, his sweaty cock flopped out and hung limply in the air. Dacre grasped it, furiously pumping it as he continued to keep watch.

"Get in here! I'll make some room! Squeeze in, man, it'll be fun!" The ghost stared at the cock; so shiny, so inviting, yet so boring. He could do much better, he knew he would do much better. Besides, who better to share a guy with than your best friend? Smirking, Justin hopped to his feet, smirking as he broke into a sprint. Dacre smiled, bracing himself as Justin launched himself forward, diving into his dick. A wet slurping sound radiated out as Justin squeezed himself into the semi erect dick, stretching the slit wide as it swallowed him whole. It grew thick and hard in a matter of seconds, before the rubbery ghost shot downward into his balls. Inflating quickly into the size of basketballs, the last of Justin squirmed into the undulating dick. Dacre fell backwards from the masterful invasion, panting and mindlessly pumping his cock.

"Fuuuuuuuck, bruh. It'll be a tight squeeze, but it'll good to rub up against you again, bro!" Justin chided as he spread throughout Gordon's body. The host yet again began to flail and shake, twisting and turning as he was filled yet again. Dacre felt his best friend's massive legs and feet slide into his own, bloating intensely down his thighs, then his calves and forcing their way into his feet with a quick burst of Justin's sweat bursting out of his soles. A familiar funk wafted out from his now size 13 feet, stretching the bulky sneakers out with his toes and inundating them with his ripe footmusk.

His chest and abs stretched upward as Justin pushed his long torso against the cramped interior of his vessel's shoulders. The body contorted as it grew taller and taller, his mass growing with every inch of height. A sharp stink began to pour from his hairy pits, which grew wetter by the second. The cock distended further: 6 inches, 8 inches, 9 inches before the skin started to constrict around his head. The foreskin restored, the tangy scent of his hooded dick drifted out from his groin while his balls dropped into the size of kiwis.

Dacre moaned and stroked from the sensory overload, feeling Justin's head slowly push up his throat and pressing against his own spectral head. In the blink of an eye, and rather loud crack, seizing once again ceased. Laughing wildly, the duo sat up in their swollen host.

"Bruh! Fuck! This guy is tight!" Justin chimed out of their shared lips, Dacre quickly responding.

"But man, it feels so good to have you in here, though!" They jumped back up, quickly adjusting to their new size. Their muscles jiggled as if they were balloons filled with molasses. With each step, dimly chuckling as they did, the muscles began to firm up until they were rock hard. The duo flexed, eagerly sniffing the wet musk that radiated from their dripping pits, Justin in particular reveling in the scent of life once again. Gordon's inflated body strutted across the gym, hopping down onto the leg press. Placing their massive, ripe sneakers onto the press, they easily moved the 375 pounds of iron.

Behind the desk, the attendant took a double take. He'd seen his fare share of possessed, inflated studs, but to see the Adonis that so effortlessly annihilated 20 presses of such an impressive weight was a first even for him. Perhaps in the back of his mind, he realized that Justin had squeezed in with Dacre, which at least explaining the monumental size. But as he stared at the chiseled man jovially pal around with the other men, showing off his muscle, joking about his musk... the attendant couldn't help but feel a stirring in his shorts.

"Ahhhh yeah, dude. That was nothing! You should see us on circuit days! I mean... See me on circuit days!" Dacre quickly caught Justin's flub before anyone noticed. The other jocks laughed, slapping the possessed hunk's firm ass before wandering back to their weights. "Bro, you gotta be careful! The two of us is already a fuckin' tight fit in here. We don't need anyone else lookin to squirm in!" To any onlooker, it was as if Gordon's body was having a full on conversation with himself, turning his head right and left with two seemingly distinctive voices coming from his lips as he did. Unfortunately, such a display did indeed catch yet another specter's attention.

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Devonte Jackson was the gymnast to beat in 1995. Top of his career, towering over the competition at his mind numbing 7’2”, and an attitude that would kick your ass with a single glare. He had a reputation for being a little rough, both on the rings and when shoving his massive cock into whatever hole presented itself. The man was the textbook definition of the alpha male: jacked, confident, combative, and a jackhammer in the sheets. His unaffected and apathetic demeanor for whatever reason had the bizarre effect of making everyone he met thirsty for him. Sure, he was handsome. Sure, he was huge. Sure, his cock felt like a flagpole ramming inside your guts. But it was that completely dominant persona that made the drool flow freely.

Leaving a trail of broken hearts, bruised egos, and gold medals in his wake, Devonte was the king of the kings with a domination kink to match. Whether it was having his locker room boys lick the sweat from his feet, his sauna boys cleaning his cock, or tying his various girls to the bedframe as he went in... If Devonte was down, you knew that you would be submitting, and submitting it all. You might end up wearing his cheesy creamed condom on your dick for the rest of the week, purely because he thought it was hot. You might end up getting face fucked on the gym floor as he did his pushups, because it he thought it was hot. You might end up walking around on a leash with him at the helm... and yes, because he thought it was hot. He was in charge, and there was never any doubt about it.

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"So, you two jock sniffers rubbing dicks together in there?" Dacre and Justin turned to see the king himself hanging on his ring set, ectoplasmic sweat dripping from every pore. The two were intimately familiar with Devonte's personality and his... predilections. Even in spectral form, the dominating spirit had that notorious cock deep in their holes nearly every week. There weren't ever any complaints, mind you, the duo were about the only two otherworldly creatures that got along with the dominant gymnast. So, as he hung there from his ring with that characteristic flat affect on his gorgeous face, the two occupying ghosts smiled with their borrowed lips, feeling their sizeable bulge stir in their shorts.

"Devonte! What's good, man! What do ya think?" Justin flexed their body, chipper as always. The mocha ghost dropped to his feet and walked toward the two, towering a foot above their already stretched height. He circled them, taking in every aspect of their handiwork, and after a moment he nodded in approval.

"Yeah. You did good, boys. Y'all will fit perfect on me." The two shot their head toward their domineering friend.

"Whoa, Dev. It's already tight enough in here. I don't know if you're gonna fit, man!" Dacre couldn't imagine a third presence inside of this twig of a guy, let alone the biggest one at the gym. Plus, knowing Devonte, they'd be relinquishing a fair amount of their autonomy in this vessel to him. The ghost scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh no, man. That wasn't a request. I'm not sticking around while the only two bros I fuck with skip off into the sunset. Besides, don't you want this in there with y'all?" Devonte grabbed his gigantic bulge, slowly massaging it as it grew. This had never been attempted before. Three in one? Would it even be possible? The kid would probably burst! Though, inherently, they both knew. There wasn't a choice being offered. "Turn around, boys. Do it now."

The duo smirked, if they were gonna have a third in there with them, it was going to be Devonte anyway. The trio were known for pushing the boundaries, forging new ground, excelling: it was a no brainer. Time for one more. They did as instructed, turning around to face the mirror in front of them. Eagerly watching, the two watched as Devonte strutted toward them. Placing his thick hands on their shoulders, he raised his size 17 sneaker and gingerly placed it on their calf.

"Step aside boys, master is coming in." A searing volt of ecstasy rang out from their leg as Devonte shoved his foot into their calf. Veins bulged immediately from the invasion, muscles tore and warped while the foot stepped into theirs. The leather from the high top began to buckle, stretching wider and wider, until their now gigantic size 17s burst from the seams. "Yeah, baby... I know you like that shit, Jus." As the possessed hunk continued to moan from the dominant ghost's invasion, the various lingering spirits around the gym began to gather around. Floating above the hullabaloo below, they all watched leaking and thirsty as Devonte thrust his groin into Gordon's body, immediately eliciting a growing wet spot on the host's growing bulge. Cheers rang out in the ether as Devonte's cock slid into the already engorged member, snaking downward until his musky, hooded monster peeked its head out of the bottom of the shorts.

The spirits began looking at the patrons with hungrier eyes. Watching the sexy corruption taking place below had done more than get them hot and bothered- it had inspired them. Within seconds, a star sprinter had begun to slither into the cock of a twink on the elliptical, across the gym a bodybuilder was squeezing down the throat of a skinny wannabe model, a leather daddy was chest deep in a college student's quickly bubbling ass, a gold metal hockey player was trying his luck at cramming into the college dropout stoner who cleaned the locker rooms... Moans and sounds of squelching and elastic stretching rang out in the cavernous gym, just as Devonte licked the neck of his soon to be vessel before slipping his head into the crowded skull.

For the poor attendant behind the counter, he watched with horror and lust as his patrons were inflated, invaded, and possessed by his spectral tenants, slowly becoming musky star athletes that would take over their respective sports. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for him, his under the desk jerking at the sights, sounds, and smells before him had distracted even him- allowing him to be completely unaware of the 6'3 ripe basketball player that had crept up behind him, quickly diving head first into his open slit.

"Oh, fuck... Diego... yeah babe, get in here!" The basketball ghost made quick work of slipping into the attendant's member; eager to claim a home for himself, his big sneakers slipped into the kid's cock just as the chair gave out. The bubbling, squirming, warping body collapsed onto the floor as the player stretched his limbs out within him, all the while the host crying out in euphoria as his skin began to tan and a foreign, tangy sweat began to seep from his pores.

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'Gordon' had opened his eyes for the first time as the man he would remain for the rest of his life: 7'2, size 17 feet, forever wafting his irresistible sweaty musk for anyone that strode too close to the hulking giant. His thick beard, hairy muscles, tanned complexion and various tattoos exuded the strong image of an alpha, more than prepared to stick his uncut eleven incher into whatever hole you provided. Though, as there were three in one, each inhabiting spirit bestowed a different facet to their beloved host: Dacre's carefree and fun attitude, Justin's immense kinkiness and delicious musk, and Devonte's dominant personality and sheer size all mixed together to form the epitome of the master. He stretched upward, grinning from ear to ear watching his friends squirm around as they made the mortals their personal rides back to the land of the living, recreating them in their own image to boot. Soon, he'd have no shortage of ass to pound into oblivion, nor a shortage of bro's to kick it with. He picked up his water bottle, striding toward the counter, tossing his key on the desk as the former attendant slowly stood up from behind the desk- now shirtless, ripe, gorgeous, and piloted by a good friend. He stretched upward, throwing his arms behind his head as he cracked his neck and back, smirking at 'Gordon.'

"Good to see you, boys! Hitting the court in a minute if you wanna join? Or... if you wanna come get a taste of this dick, it's nice and seasoned for ya!" 'Gordon' laughed, Diego always knew how to please the boys, and he was always so damn good looking.

"Throwin' my bag in the car, then I'm gonna be balls deep in your throat. Better get that tongue ready, my bad boy needs a cleaning." Diego smirked, flexing his new body's gorgeous muscles as Gordon turned and headed toward the lot. He strolled up to the tiny car that the former tenant of their body had owned, scoffing in disgust. "Welp, boys, we're buying a new car tomorrow." Gordon comically squeezed into the tiny little hybrid, slamming the door before tossing his bag into the back. He leaned back, watching in unfettered glee as the parade of jacked, studly bros made their way out of their prison and into the world once more. All because three dipshit musclesluts decided to squeeze themselves into one tiny body. Once the new class of spirits made their way back to the gym, he'd be the first one to show them the ropes- as long as they were on all fours for him by the end.

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Fun With The Mimic

“Have I modeled the male form to your liking?”

The now-tall, now-hunky, now-human celestial being asked me, twisting and turning to check out its work: its perfectly replicated body modeled after my own. I grinned from ear to ear; ‘modeled the male form to my liking,’ for goddamn sure, it did! My exact liking, I’d say. I won’t say I haven’t jacked off in the mirror, admiring the work I’ve put into myself and getting off to my likeness.

What can I say?! I’m hot! I’m fully aware that I lucked the fuck out on the genetic lottery, Im just glad that I can enjoy myself as much as other people do too! Who knew my luck would continue when something cylindrical and silver crash landing in my backyard containing a tiny, humanoid being eager to learn everything about the human species. And I was eager to give him a very hands-on lesson.

I stepped toward it and felt it’s warm, firm musculature, it’s sides and front and arms rippling and bulging with new size. My size. I reached around the front of him and grabbed a handful of its toned, round ass. I grinded my hips against its front, feeling my stiffy press into his flaccid package covered by an exact replica of the briefs I was wearing. I grinned down at it and then looked up at him, cocking his head sideways with my blank expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“No way, man,” I assured it, sliding my hand into its briefs. “Just making sure you have everything right…”

I slid his replica of my underwear down and stifled a shocked laugh. Underneath the briefs, he had the shape and form of my package, but only as a series of lumpy mounds on his groin, smooth skin covering the bulging protrusion. I lowered the briefs all the way to the floor and chuckled, marveling at what I was seeing. I cupped the shape under my hand and squeezed softly, noticing that it maintained the right texture and malleability, just without the important bits.

“I sense something is definitely wrong.”

“It’s no problem, bud,” I patted his package, standing back up to face the copy of me at eye level. “You’re just missing some details.”

“Would you care to elaborate?” He asked in my deep voice, stepping forward eagerly towards me in the nude. “Forgive me for saying so, but I modeled myself only with what you were willing to display.”

“Of course, how rude of me,” I said with a grin, slipping my thumbs under my waistband. I lowered my own briefs all the way to the floor, joining my clone in the nude, my pre-slick cock hardened at full mast and swinging and bobbing lazily as it escaped the confines of my waistband. I scooped my package into my hands and jostled it around a bit, letting him watch its length swing around and observe how my big balls separate from my huge cock.

“Does that help?” I asked, bringing my hands behind me to squeeze my bare ass.

“It certainly does,” the being responded monotonously. He and I both looked down at his package and I gaped at what I saw.

The fleshy mound began to separate from his groin and soon swung down flaccid and shapeless. Then, the flaccid shape began to thicken and divide, the shaft separating from his ball sack, as each took on more shape and definition. He adjusted his position slightly and my knees almost gave out as I watched his cock suddenly lengthen and bulge obscenely larger and lift stiffly away from his waist, still hanging low with its own weight and curving slightly to the left. He now had a boner that mirrored mine exactly. His balls began to swell enough to hang heavily in their sack, like mine, and a thick vein began to snake up his shaft while a foreskin hood covered its swollen head, the tip barely peeking out, enflamed and angry. I looked down with a grin and took my cock into my hands, pulling back the foreskin all the way to show what it looked like underneath. Expressionless, he reached down and did the same and I watched with glee as his anatomy finally perfectly resembled mine.

He let go of his shaft and began to step around me, inspecting my body closely and getting a look at the places that were before covered up. I noticed as he walked around me that his ass had the same issue his package did, only taking the shape of my ass without any of its details. I felt him graze my own ass with his hands, studying it.

“May I?” He questioned politely.

“Do whatever you need to, man,” I responded with heavy breaths.

I felt him roll my glutes in his hands, feeling their warmth and firmness, as he dropped his hands lower under the underhang my round ass created, lifting each side up and letting it drop, watching my ass cheeks jiggle independently of one another. I took in a shuddering gasp as I felt a finger slide up my crack from my taint to where my back met my waist as he studied how asses work. I felt him spread my cheeks apart and ran a finger down and around my hole. I couldn’t fucking believe this was happening! My throat seized and my senses exploded as I felt him plunge a finger into my hole. I was seconds away from nutting. As quickly as he plunged his finger inside, he removed it.

“Apologies, did I cause you discomfort?”

“No!” I breathed out in a huffing laugh, a bead of pre dripping off my tip and onto the floor. “Quite the opposite.”

He stood back up from his kneeling position and walked back around me. I could see as he passed me that he now had a perfect, firm ass, exactly like mine. I bit my lip with a grin and playfully slapped his/my ass with a quick squeeze as he passed. He turned around with another expressionless cock of his head.

“It’s uhhh… A gesture of endearment in the human race.” I reasoned.

He nodded understandingly and moved back towards me, suddenly reaching around me and slapping my ass with a quick squeeze, exactly as I’d done it to him.

He knelt down in front of me and began to take a closer look at my erect dick. He moved his head from side to side, I suppose gauging whether or not he got the proportions right. He gingerly took my dick into his hand looked it over closely, his/my face mere inches from it.

“Is it always turgid?”

“Always what?”

“Firm. Hard. Is sense a pliability to it, it must retract somehow.”

I swallowed dryly. I mean, this being could be molded to appear and behave exactly as I wanted it to, at least for a while. Fuck it, why not have some fun?!

“Most of the time, yeah. I’d say like 80% of the time it’s rock hard.”

“I see,” he mused understandingly. “To what end?”

“Well… To give, and uhhh, to receive pleasure.”

“So stimulation of your organ derives pleasure?”

“Yeah, man, you’re figuring it out! Damn dude, you’re basically fully human already.”

The being grinned with my smile, apparently proud of my praise of its ability to learn so quickly. I gotta say though, seeing myself knelt down in front of me, my cock mere inches from my stupidly grinning face, appreciating my musculature from a different vantage, and watching my artificially perma-hard cock swinging between its legs… I began to get some ideas.

“You should try to suck it.”

He looked up at me again with an adorably curious face. I swallowed again and cleared my throat.

“It’s a, uhhm.. a custom meant to, aahhh… to show.. appreciation! Yeah, appreciation.”

“I must say, I am immensely appreciative of what you’ve shown me so far.”

“Nice, man. So, uhhh… Why don’t you show me, then?”

He simply nodded and leaned forward, opening his mouth wide enough to accept the tip of my cock. I felt him begin to suckle the tip like a straw, so I reached behind his head to grab a handful of my own hair on back of his head, and skull fucked my own face with slow deliberateness.

“Do it… slower… softer…” I gasped and moaned, grinding my groin into his face and feeling my cock surge and pulse in his warm gullet. “Milk my… nuts, bro…” He did as he was told as I continued pounding his throat.

I’m embarrassed to say, but after holding off on nutting for way longer than I needed to and using a clone of myself as a personal fleshlight, I kinda exploded inside of his mouth after about a minute or 2 of pumping. I continued squirting into him until it felt like my balls had been wrung dry and his mouth and throat were bloated with my jizz. I could feel my cock swimming in its warm soupiness in his mouth while he looked up at me.

“You…. have to swallow it…” I panted, dripping sweat from my forehead onto him.

He nodded and I heard loud gulping sounds and extra suction on my cock as he drained his mouth into his stomach–or whatever he had in his anatomy. I let out a final shuddering moan and pulled out of him, using his lips as a vacuum to suck my shaft clean as it slid out. I stepped away panting as he swallowed the rest of me and used a tissue to wipe off my tool.

“What was that substance you excreted?”

“Huh?” I asked panting, still spacey. I couldn’t really think of what he was saying. 

“That fluid. It came out of your organ like a spout. It was warm and viscous. What was it?”

“Oh, that’s, uuhhh…” Well, shit, how do I explain to him that I just filled him with the juice that humans use to make other humans? “Uhhhhh…”

“What is its function? Does it serve a primary purpose? It seemed to come at the climax of your stimulation.”

“It’s…” 

Wait. Hold on. I was talking with a species that was able to modulate anything. Whatever he heard from me, he would completely immolated it, like, to the letter. He’d believe whatever it is I told him.

Better yet, he’d make it so that whatever I told him turned out to be actual the case for his form. I could… I could say it was anything.

I could say it was for anything. I could say it could do anything.

My horny, overactive imagination took control, as it often does. Only this time, I could actually live out an impossible fantasy. Could I stop myself?

“It’s a.. solution of sorts.” I began, planning out my next words as I went. “It’s something guys use, like I said, for appreciation, but, uhhh, also for just, like, fun?” 

“I see,” He mused. “Is it just for the males of your species?”

“Oh, yeah, and we all.. we all love it…” Don’t say it, don’t say it. “Which makes sense because it’s made of a pheromone that makes us want more and more. This solution, it’s infectious,” he mused, completely turned on by the idea of infectious horniness. “AND, and we can make as much as we want of it, like it never stops producing.” Fuck, I was really getting started now. “Especially me, like I can jizz and jizz and jizz all day long, I barely need any time to make more.”

I was forced to look down with a dropped jaw as I watched his balls twitch once, then again, then establish a sort of heartbeat as they swelled and squirmed in his sack, making them over productive. Oh, fuck yes.

“Understood. Is it simply ceremonial, your excretions?” He asked. “Or does it serve a functional purpose?”

‘OH SHIIIIT, don’t ask me that, bro!’ my conscience nagged in the back of my mind but I shut it up. 

“Both,” I answered simply. “We love to fill each other up with it, like, love it… but it also helps us…” Don’t fucking say it! “Helps us.. like, grow?”

“Grow?” He asked for clarification.

“Yeah! Like… grow.. overall. Our bodies get bigger,” my cock twitched, “our muscles get fuckin’ huger,” my breathing quickened, “we get taller,” I took a step towards him, getting anxious to try some of this miracle concoction I was inventing on the spot, “oh, and our cocks and balls swell and get fuckin’ massive...”

“I see,” he remarked with growing fascination. “What curious anatomies you humans have!”

“Yeah, it’s …” I agreed with a mischievous chuckle. Another dawning kinky idea popped into my head, “Oh, and it’s only for the guys! It only affects the male anatomy. But if a chick tries it…” Fuck, I was really running off with this! “You can bet that it’ll turn her into a hunky, hung bro.” What kind of sex god was I making?!

“Aha… makes sense.”

“… I guess you didn’t affect you so much because you’re not really human?”

“Your assumption would be correct, there are aspects of your biology that simply do not impact me. Which is in its own ways unfortunate; it sounds like it would be a thrilling experience.” His cock still hadn’t deflated, thanks in part to my ‘80% of the time’ rule, but I’d like to think that his anatomy was responding to the excitement such an experience would lead to.

“Fuckin’ tell me about it, dude…” I sighed, taking a step towards him until our perfectly matching tips were touching. I ran my hands up his washboard abs—my washboard abs—and squeezed/cupped his pectorals and rolled his stiff nipple around with the pad of my thumb. “But I’ll tell you what,” I began to slide my hand slowly down his torso, “You’ve been such great company today, and it’s been an honor to have you use me as your model. You did a goddamn… phenomenal job at it, too,” I reached down and took his cock into my hand, it’s familiar shape and slickness sliding up and down in my palm, a bead of pre seeping out the slit in its head as I looked down at it.

It was time to test out whether my directions had been applied correctly.

“Let me show you how much I appreciate our… acquaintanceship.”

I pushed him back onto the couch behind him and sank to my knees, leaning over him to take all thick 7 inches of my own cock into my mouth and down my throat. I buried it into me to the hilt and slowly pulled back, allowing enough space for my hand to come up and wrap around the shaft. I began to take his cock into my mouth rapidly in a bobbing motion, twisting and sliding my hand up and down his shaft in front of my mouth, lubricated by my spit.

“O-OOOohhhh, ooohh myyy, mmmmpppffff,” He vocalized, experiencing an entirely new human sensation. He leaned into the sensation, thrusting his hips forward and feeling his/my body’s musculature and curvature.

I looked up at him as I expertly serviced his cock. How many guys had looked up at me from this vantage? How many late night lays have seen exactly what I was seeing, my face contorted into an ecstatic knot, my hips bucking into their face, the warm sweaty taste of my big dick in their mouth? From my vantage, his/my muscles were casting a gorgeous smattering of shadows that made my size stand out and look larger.

If all went right, they were gonna be larger. Larger than I’ve ever been or will ever be.

I continued working the shaft and used my free arm to shove my hand up under his ass, sliding my fingers between his sweaty crack and plunging my middle and ring fingers into his puckering hole.

“UUG-UUURRGGHH,” He bellowed deeply in my voice as a continued to feed my middle and ring fingers into his hole at a rapid pace. He kept groaning loudly and fervently, his body reacting to completely new and utterly incredible sensations in the only way it knew how.

“S-SSsome—Somet-things HH-HaaaAAPPENING!!” He called out to the ceiling with his head thrown back, as I felt his cock began to throb and enflame in my throat, his cock head seizing up stiffer. His thighs squeezed around my head and every muscle in his body seemed to contract as I felt the first warm squirts of his cum shoot to the back of my throat. I opened my throat for the coming onslaught.

It started as one or two small squirts and quickly crescendoed into a throbbing, spraying firehouse, firing out of his shaft and into the back of my throat, nearly choking me on several occasions. I drank and sucked and drank and sucked and drank and sucked as he continued moaning loudly and unloading into me. He began to taper off a little, but I wasn’t going to let him get off so easily. I intensified my hand’s assault on his hole, plunging a third finger, fourth finger, and finally an entire pinched fist into his widening hole. It seemed as though his hole was more pliable and springy than meets the eye; something I made a mental note of taking advantage of in the future. As I fisted his ass and sucked him down, he called out in another deafening orgasmic roar as I felt even more of his jizz fire out of his cock and into my gaping throat, eagerly swallowing every last bit I could out of him. He continued with a few more squirts, as I dislodged my hand and used it to tug and milk his testes. Finally, with a few more twitching pumps into my mouth, I began to slide his shaft out of my mouth, sucking every bit of residual juices off it until it fully exited with a wet *pop.*

As he panted and collected himself from what had to have been a cosmically significant experience for him, I looked down at his waist, on the couch, on my chest, felt my chin, felt my face, and was delighted to discover that I hadn’t wasted a single drop of his spunk! I anxiously awaited any changes to my own body, twisting and turning to see if anything was different about me, and shrugged. Can’t win them all, I guess.

Feeling my stomach begin to grumble, I reached for my phone and quickly put in a pizza delivery order. Might as well show this being the wonders of food if I’ve already shown it the wonders of lovemaking.

He continued panting but finally broke his staring eyes away from the ceiling to look at me, “… What… WAS that…?” He breathed heavily.

“That, my friend,” I started, finalizing the order and tossing my phone aside. I pulled myself up onto the couch on top of him to straddle the perfect replica of my own body, and planted a wet kiss against his/my lips. Fuck, my gut felt like it was swimming with him! “Was the human male orgasm,” I informed him with feigned grandiosity, enunciating each word. “A damn good first one for you, if I can toot my own horn for a second.” I planted another kiss against his panting mouth. As I did, a cummy air bubble traveled up my throat and I burped deeply with a chuckle.

Then my stomach began to gurgle and churn.

“You… you said.. I could do… do that… whenever I pleased??” He breathed heavily with genuine disbelief.

“Within reason,” I smiled as another unexpected, grumbling belch emanated from my throat followed by a hot gust of air from within me. I cleared my throat. “The best part is you don’t even need a partner. In a bind, you can just use your hand if you want. Still, there are some rules, but generally anything goes around your bros—..” A loud, rolling, gurgling sound boomed from my gut, it’s reverberations being felt all through my body in steady vibrations. I could feel pulsing, radiating hot patches all over my body, making my skin turn red and causing sweat to trickle down my face, arms, and body.

Something was happening.

“Ah! This must be the growth-inducing properties you mentioned kicking in,” He remarked matter-of-factly, reaching down to take his still-hard cock into his hand. “So when using your hand, you just stroke it at the same pace? Would you mind if tried myself? I think I’m ready to do it again.”

He didn’t wait for my response, he just went to work, focusing on himself, seemingly unaware or uncaring of what was going on with me. I could only take shallow breaths and heavy exhales as I felt myself getting hotter and hotter, my entire body feeling like it was cramping and sweat beginning to shower off me onto him. My cock was rigid and enflamed, painfully stiff and red as the rest of me, pointing hard down at him as he focused on his own enjoyment. It was getting hard to breathe and I could see stars in the edges of my vision. With my teeth clenched and spit flying out between them between my uneasy and forceful breaths, I braced myself to pass out…

… Which is exactly when I began to feel relief. My skin color quickly started to return to normalcy, losing its beet red appearance, and my breathing returned to normal as I took deep breaths to recover. I was still dripping sweat and was hard as a rock, but nothing near how I felt moments before.

“What in the ffff—..” I started, but was cut short as my back arched backwards and my arms extended behind me in an intense, involuntary stretch. “AaaaAAAaahhhhhhh,” I groaned, hearing dull cracks and feeling like I was being pulled like taffy. Sitting back upright, I felt as though I was somehow several inches taller. Looking down, I saw that I was several inches taller, my torso extending longer than it used to. Twisting to check it out, I also noticed that my arms had lengthened somewhat. I looked down at my clone to be sure I wasn’t the only one seeing this, but he just kept slowly stroking himself, testing out different speeds and intensities of jacking it. Suddenly, I felt my hips convulse and utter a sharp, loud crack as my thighs were forced wider while straddling my clone. Well, he was becoming less and less of a clone if things continued in the direction they were going…

“D-Do I look b-igger to you?” I asked, bringing my hands up to my neck as I felt my voice deepen and my neck change. I could feel that it was much wider than it normally is and my adam’s apple was much more pronounced.

“Yes, you do,” He answered matter-of-factly, his voice a low monotone. “Is that not the point?” He asked between strokes, adjusting his hands.

“Yeah… okay… It’s just, I w—NNNRRRGGGG!!” I hunched over gripping my gut, feeling like a boxer had just nailed me. Underneath my arms wrapped around my gut, I began to feel my abs thudding larger and larger and larger, the ab ridges and my cum gutters deepening considerably as my torso developed a hell of a muscle gut.

“O-oh my god,” I whispered, looking down at myself and seeing the blossoming body of a fitness model instead of my swimmers build. I began to grope my body more when my shoulders were yanked back, more dull cracking ensuing as my chest broadened.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I mumbled, knowing what was coming. Beads of pre dropped down from my cock onto my clone intermittently as my pecs throbbed, their giant musculature taking on tons of size. I brought my hands up to my chest to squeeze and grope them, feeling their muscles underneath contract and expand. It’s fucking unreal, feeling your own muscle tits grow to the size of serving dishes and jut out from your chest. I couldn’t resist bouncing them like mad, watching them dance was almost enough to send me over the edge. The feeling immediately, simultaneously began to surge into my shoulders, swelling my neck wider until it reached my shoulders which bursted into large round cannonballs, and into my ass, which I could feel thickening and rounding out into huge, jutting globes.

I flexed my longer arms with a groan, feeling the surge of energy continue to flow into them, while my cock began to drool pre more like a stream than like a leaking faucet onto him. “DUUUUUuuuuuudddde,” I flexed harder, watching my arms double, triple their original size, my skin tightening and muscles swelling with a noisy, fleshy stretching sound, while my lower abdomen muscles activated. I flexed my cock, making it bob higher and higher while it tightened harder than I’ve ever been and began to thicken wider. I groaned loudly, bringing my new powerful arms to my hips, wrapping both hands around my shaft, each of my hands having difficulty meeting fingers around the new thickness of my tool. Pre continued to waterfall out of me while I bucked my hips, my larger ass tightening behind me while I fucked the grip of my two hands, watching with moaning fascination as my cock snaked further and further longer with each consecutive hump. My nutsack drooped lower and swung with my movements as I felt my testes gain weight and feel like they were churning.

My thighs thickened wider and stronger, squeezing my clone’s own thighs closer together as I straddled him, and I felt my calves tighten up as they swelled to the size of a professional football player’s legs. I heard my hands and feet continue to crack as they swelled longer and larger, my fingers and toes even getting meatier as they grew to a bigger size to match my swelling body. I jerked my huge cock while bouncing my round, hard ass on my clones knees, spilling pre and sweat down his torso.

“Th-Th-This is—..” My jaw yanked wide and angled in a yawn, cracking and sharpening under my skin, while new hair sprouted across my neck, jaw, and cheeks, “F-Fu-uuucking AMAZING!” I gasped as my nose reshaped and my features grew sharper. I shook my head out, clearing the sweat from my face and taking heavy breaths. Looking to my living room mirror, I could see that my face had become a more angular, more handsome, and more fuckable version of its old self. I could’ve blown just by looking at me.

I could feel myself approaching climax so I picked up the pace, yanking on my bigger, juicy thick cock with increased speed as I leaned in closer. I made contact with the clone of myself, my groin pressing up against his mid-torso and thrusted against him. He stopped pumping his cock with curiosity and looked up at me with inquiring eyes. I slid my cock up his chest with panting breaths.

I leaned back and looked down at him, “Do this,” I panted, bringing my hands up to my new, luscious, pillowy pecs and smooshing them together, nearly driving myself over the edge with seeing how fucking huge they were now, “with your chest. Really squeeze it tight.”

He grinned up at me and obeyed, squeezing his pecs in tightly as they wrapped around my throbbing cock. I moaned loudly, feeling the warm skin of his/my pecs wrap around my slick dick and humped slowly against his chest. My pre-slick dick lathered him up quickly and I began to rock back and forth between his pecs, feeling the tip of my hog stamp against the bottom of his neck over and over. It felt like a-fucking-mazing.

“Make them bigger,” I grunted, swearing onto his body. He looked at me confused. “Your tits, bro. Make them bigger. FF-Fuck, just do it.” I panted as he grinned and looked down at himself. His pecs suddenly felt fatter on both sides of my shaft and I gasped exhilarated when I looked down to watch them swell wider, fatter, stronger, rounder. I bucked harder, “Bigger.” I groaned loudly, his pecs squeezed tighter against my cock, making my breath catch again in my throat. “BIGGER!” I yelled, feeling myself drawing painfully fucking close. I looked down and watched his pecs suddenly wrap over the top of my big dick, enveloping my shaft completely between a sweaty wall of his meaty, slick skin.

“B—!!!” My voice hitched in my throat and I felt the fam break loose, and watched thick, pulsating jets of jizz squirt out from between his pecs, painting the bottom of his neck white, spraying against the couch, drenching my crotch, and sending thick, slow streams of cream running down my clone’s mega muscle tits. “FFFFFUU—UUU—UUUUCCK!!” My deep voice trembled as I hit the 12th shot of my unloading, each ejaculation as thick and voluminous as the last, and I didn’t start teetering off until I hit my 18th. As I continued to slowly fuck his pecs slowly, draining every last drop out of me, I began to scoop fingerfuls of my spew into my mouth, savoring my new super-jock flavor. Big-assed twinks wouldn’t be able to get enough of it, of this I was sure.

After I had drained all I could, I slid out from between his pecs and looked down at him panting. He let go of his pecs and they bounced free of one another, jiggling back to firmness at a size that was easily triple what they once were. I reached down and squeezed a handful of both jizzy mounds, playfully slapping the underside of his left one loudly, “Nice rack, dude!” I chuckled lustfully.

“Why, thank you,” he answered proudly but unsurely.

“Do this,” I ordered, focusing on my chest muscles and making them dance alternatingly, my cock fattening up again feeling my new huge pecs bounce around.

He looked down with focus for a second, but then expertly made his muscle tits dance in no time, putting on such a thick and jiggly show like I’d never seen in my life. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re a complete fucking treasure, man,” I grinned, stroking him on the cheek.

I stood up, feeling huge, strong, fucking powerful in my new body. I gave a full body stretch/flex and started walking back to my room. “I gotta shower,” I explained to him. “But I’m gonna show you another delightful human wonder right after.”

“Does it have something to do with that?” He asked, gesturing to my ass.

I looked back at it, laughed, “No, not that. Not now. It’s eating, bro. Eating food.” He nodded understandingly. “Though eating could have something to do with that, too. We’ll get into that later. I ordered a pizza, money’s on the counter if it gets here before I’m done, good?”

“Yes, good.” He answered monotonously, looking at the blank wall as I walked back to my room, grinning as I heard my hardwood floors creak unfamiliarly below my feet with my new weight.

———

As I showered, I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror, taking minutes and minutes to look at every angle of my new self, marveling at who I’d become. I looked fucking flawless, even my face had refined itself!

I ran my hands over every inch of my body, flexing and relaxing, feeling how every new curve felt in its relaxed versus its flexed state, tugging on my mammoth cock, making cute faces at myself. Getting maybe a little too into it.

I felt like I could bust another one already—my guess was that was probably thanks to the miracle potion I had conjured up and drank earlier—but I figured why waste time? My newly perfected clone I’m sure could entertain himself for a bit, I was going to spend some time milking my meat, really enjoy the hot water…

———

The creaky station wagon rolled into the driveway and it’s brakes squealed to an ear-piercing halt. Inside, James clutched the beat up piece of shit into neutral and pulled up the brake, scrolling through the last of his irresponsible browsing drive over, scrolling down pic after pic of beefy, hunky, hung men, at best barely clothed and straddling something phallic and at worst fully nude and spread open while having some orifice plugged.

He knew it was irresponsible to drive while horny-scrolling, it was just that old habits died hard. Plus, the 5’9”, 110 lbs max bean pole needed some kind of inspiration for once he finally starts bulking up. He made it through high school relatively unscathed, save for the twice monthly at least harassment from his relentless bullies, but high school was behind him and he was eager to start saving up money to go to school, hence the delivery gig.

It would just be an added benefit to go to college with a little meat on his bones in addition to a little extra dough in his pockets.

Eh, one of these days.

He opened the door and got out of the car, his shirt billowing with his movement—even the smallest of the restaurant’s uniform shirts hung off him—and pulled the two boxes for the order out of the warming bag in his back seat. He had to hold it with both hands underneath because of the size of the pies and the surprising amount of weight they had and marched to the front door of the address. He straightened himself and rang the doorbell, soon enough hearing some soft but heavy footfalls coming from behind the door. He prepared to recite his usual pleasantries, a simple good evening and repeating the price, but—

The door swung open and the delivery driver’s jaw dropped.

Standing in front of him at the entrance was a stunningly handsome man with the most impossibly huge and mouthwatering rack he’d ever seen in his life. What’s more, the guy was fucking naked! Additionally, he appeared to dripping with what could have been.. no, what had to have been…

“I assume your arrival has something to do with the piz-za?” The man asked, his voice deep and confident but his pronunciation of pizza drawn out and unnatural.

“—Y-yyyeah, it’s—.. y-you j—.. uhh, uuhhmm…?” The delivery guy fumbled through his words, not really grabbing onto anything of substance. The man raised his eyebrows, waiting for clarification.

“Pizza?” The delivery guy finally blurted out.

“Um, yes, indeed.”

“Oh! Uhh, yeah, it’s uhh… $25.95.”

“Of course. I have your money, I’ll return momentarily.” He started to turn to walk back inside.

“Hey! Uhh, why are you, like.. naked?”

“Hm? Oh, I just assumed it was the most natural. One moment,” with that, the man turned back to walk towards the kitchen at the other end of the house. The delivery driver looked with a watering mouth as he watched the man’s big, firm ass sway and bounce with each step on his way to the kitchen.

‘What the fuck??’ The driver thought with an awkward breathy chuckle, feeling himself boning up. This was the most unusual delivery he’d ever done, but it might have also been the best moment of his life!

The man returned with some folded cash, “Here you are.”

the delivery driver counted up everything: a twenty, a five, and a one. $26. The right price, but still…

“—Oh, uhh…”

The man was beginning to close the door but paused, “Pardon?”

The driver shrugged and grinned awkwardly, fanning the folded cash a little, “It’s just, it—.. like, no tip?”

“No tip?” The man asked back confused.

“Yeah, I mean, like a gratuity? Like, it’s late, your place is kinda out there, you’re uh.. like that, it’s just—..”

The man rocked back on his heels a little in sudden awareness. “OOOooohh, you mean some gesture of appreciation?”

“Well, it—yeah, like just a little more payment.”

“I see. Yes, I only learned about this concept recently, my apologies. I’d be glad to show you some additional appreciation for your labors. Would you come in? I can provide that directly.”

“Oh! Ummm, sure? I suppose I could come in while you get more money.”

The man stepped aside and welcomed the driver in, who sidestepped his way in to trying and failing to avoid bumping the muscular size of the man and inadvertently using his erect cock as a sort of turnstyle on his way in. He stepped in and looked around, hearing the man close the door behind him and walk past him towards the kitchen.

The driver stepped into the next room, clearly the living room, noticing the place seemed to reek of sweat, musk, sex. The humidity and the intensity of it all thrilled him while also making him shrink back a little. It wasn’t until he approached the loveseat that he noticed that the back of it was stained with fresh cum. Did he catch this guy at the door after a living room jack off session?! Who jacks it in the living room?

“How would you like your tip?”

The driver spun around, startled by the man from the door who must’ve moved like a cat, standing almost face to face to him.

“H-Huh?”

“Your tip. Would you like to give it or to receive it?”

“W-Well, I mean… receive it, obviously?”

“Naturally,” the man grinned, pushing the driver back by the shoulders, making him stumble back onto the couch, feeling the slimy, sticky coolness of the jizz deep through the back of his uniform shirt.

“What are y—!” The driver started but was shocked to silence as the man quickly straddled one leg on the couch and leaned in, moving his leaking cock towards the driver’s mouth. He looked up at the man who looked back down at him with a friendly grin, feeling his spongy tip and rigid shaft knock against his lips and cheek. He couldn’t admit that he didn’t want this. The night was already weird as fuck, so he could either resist it and leave or go along for the ride.

So, he went along for the ride.

The driver opened his mouth wide and led the man’s cock into his mouth with his tongue, wrapping his lips around the man’s cock and bobbing his head forward and back, feeling the length of the cock slide in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouth. The musky, sweaty taste of it was strong but not unwelcome and he could taste the flavorful pre steadily leaking from the slit. He didn’t know how long he sucked on the man’s cock, but he didn’t feel like he wanted it to end any time soon, especially considering how gentle of a lover the man was being, stroking his face and not fucking his face too forcefully.

The man lolled his head back in a groan as he could feel his balls beginning to churn out another helping of the powerful spunk he’d pumped into his host earlier and found himself getting excited at the thought of watching the same results take their effect on this delivery driver. He continued fucking the driver’s face for a while longer until he felt the buildup begin to mount.

“Here it comessss,” the man moaned as he gently held onto both sides of the driver’s face and increased his speed, feeling the driver’s hands reach back and wrap his hands around his thick thighs. The man fucked with a little more intensity and a little more speed until finally—

The driver felt hot torrents of jizz erupt from the man’s cock, hearing him moan and groan with intense, orgasmic satisfaction, feeling the man’s shaft and head swell and flare with each consecutive load. Most of it sprayed into the back of his throat and down into his gut—thanks to the length of the man being almost all the way inside him—while his mouth quickly began to fill with the hot seed. He swallowed as much and as quickly as he could, loudly gulping as the surprising quantity of jizz continued to fill him up. He only coughed a few times but didn’t dare to spill a drop. Even as the man’s spurts began to spill out slower and lighter, he continued to drink until he was completely spent. Finally, the man pulled out of his mouth, the driver sucking the excesses off his shaft cleanly as he did.

The driver took several panting breaths as the man began to gather himself, too. He felt the warmth of the spew in the center of his gut, pervading through his being like he was being covered with a heated weighted blanket. It felt comforting at first, but then the feeling began to spread and intensify.

“That was great,” the man noted, fetching a tissue from the counter to wipe off his dripping crotch, noticing but not worrying about the discomfort the driver appeared to be experiencing.

“Yeah, uhh.. Thanks. You, too,” the driver responded dryly, way more thrilled by what had transpired, but growing steadily alarmed by the warm-bordering-on-hot feeling spreading throughout his body. He could feel himself starting to sweat more as the heat built and began to feel a tense, aching feeling across his skin and within his very minuscule muscles. He noticed that his breath was beginning to tighten and quicken as he felt his hot-to-the-touch skin begin to pulse. He looked back up at the man, who was standing naked by the kitchen counter and flipping through a magazine.

“H-H-Hey, du-dude,” the driver hissed between pained and trembling breaths. The man looked up at him, “Wha—aaaat’s happening to me?”

“Only what’s customary,” the man responded in a confused tone.

“Wh—!!” The driver’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt his body jolt in a full-body pulse. Then again. Then again, each time his body jolting and reacting a little more strongly than the last. He looked up at the man again who simply threw his head back at him with a grin. With one more intense pulse, the driver felt and saw the impossible.

His physique began to pulse with him. It felt and looked like he was an inflatable, actually. With each pulse, his body began to swell larger and larger, his work uniform clinging tighter and tighter to his frame. He huffed a disbelieving laugh as he twisted his arms and felt them pulse again and again, shaping quickly into firm, dense mounds as his uniform shirt sleeves began to slide up his arm, tightening around his expanding biceps and triceps. He couldn’t help but giggle as he squeezed his chest together with his expanding arms, watching his chest swell, swell, swell with each consecutive pulse. They spread apart with his widening back and he could feel the cool house air against his midriff and ankles as he felt himself sliding taller and taller against the back of the couch. His pants, which he’d always preferred to keep tighter, stretched and tore slightly in places against the swelling of his growing thighs and calves while his ass thickened and fattened out from the shapeless, flat backside he used to have. Finally, his crotch bulged larger and larger against the tightening pants and formed a gorgeous, shapely bulge at the front of his pants, albeit wickedly tight and nearly painful. The painfulness was felt even more sharply as he gripped both sides of his legs and leaned back in a groan, his knees locking forward and his toes curling as his stiff cock swelled against its tight confines and shot heavy load after load into his pants. Much of it sprayed out of the tight confines of his old pants, soaking his front and producing such a large helping of jizz that it made it look like he’d pissed himself.

Once a fully hairless man, he began to feel the itchiness under his clothes and the scratchiness against his neck as he began to sprout some hair across his body while a five o’ clock shadow spread across his face and neck. He was beginning to look like the nice cusp between twink and twunk that he’d always found so attractive, now fully personified by himself. He’d never felt hornier or more thrilled in his life, and fucking hell did he want more.

The driver brought his arms up in a flex, looking at how much bigger they’d gotten, and felt himself fully ready to spew again. He looked at the man, standing still fully nude, leaning against the wall and watching the driver check himself out. He driver could only puff out thrilled and unbelieving chuckles as he flexed harder and harder.

“Can we do that again?”

———

I wiped myself off as the shower drained itself, soapy water turned white, milky, and soupy with my constant emissions sank lazily down the drain, coughing with its thickness occasionally. Drying myself took about as long of a process as it took to take the shower itself. I just kept noticing newer angles to myself and newer shapes to check out that I couldn’t stop twisting and flexing and posing for myself. I was a stud before, but fuck, now I was a yoked BEAST. I’m pretty sure I could best just about anyone at my gym in a contest now, it wouldn’t even be a competition.

As I continued to dry myself and admire my new muscular beauty, I heard a commotion from within the house. It founded like furniture cracking and being pushed across the floor. While I was showering, I swear I could hear something else, too. It sounded like deep, reverberating moaning, but it could have easily been the pipes groaning with the hot water. But now it sounded like it had come back, still slightly muffled but decidedly too varied in range to be pipes.

I quickly finished wiping the drops of water off my rippling bod and wrapped my towel around my waist, just barely enough length in it to tie around me. Stepping through my bathroom and bedroom, I moved into the hallway towards the living room.

Walking slowly towards the growing sounds of flesh squeaking across hardwood floors and groans, I began to notice that the air was thicker, too. It felt hot, humid, sweaty, moist, dense, the faint scent of pizza mingling with the heavy scent of sex and musk. In fact, it felt and smelt a lot like a university locker room, from my recollection. Something was off, I just had no idea what it could be.

I rounded the corner and was stunned to a halt.

My couch looked like it had been crushed in the middle, it’s wooden bottom having split and angled downwards. Sitting on top was a man—or what appeared to be a man—rising to about 6 feet in a sitting position. He had to have been 8 or 9 feet standing, at least, and his proportions were out of this world. His thighs each looked to be as thick as my entire torso, his khaki pants clung to his muscle bound trunks in shreds like vines. His ass seemed perfectly round and took up a huge space on the couch. His shirt had ridden up his torso up to his neck and shoulders, but it didn’t seem as though he could pull it down if he wanted to. His abs were thick and protruding and his pecs heaved with heavy breaths over and over again, these massive meaty pillows inflating in and out across this giant’s chest. His arms were the sizes of cannons and his neck and shoulders made him look like a bull. His cock and balls were stuffed tightly and mostly unconcealed in a dangerously tight and soggy pair of briefs, his thick, erect cock curved painfully downward with most of his shaft clearly visible through the cum-soaked briefs. Thick, white spew coated his entire crotch, most of his legs, and even most of his lower abs.

The man was covered head to toe in a thick, dark carpeting of hair that was matted slick against his musculature with dripping sweat, while he held my clone up to his face with his huge, strong hands, my writhing clone’s crotch gyrating against his face while the man appeared to gulp greedily from him.

He dropped his hands from my clone’s backside as my clone pulled out of his face, I could hear him sucking as he pulled out.

“FFUUUUUUUUCCK, you’re so good…” the giant stranger groaned between pants, swallowing more between heavy breaths, his eyes closed while apparently savoring the taste.

“I appreciate the complement, again,” my clone responded deadpan, sliding down off the man’s chest. As he did, he noticed me in the doorway. “Ah! You’ve finished, marvelous. Now, this eating you mentioned,” he began, completely nonchalantly, as if I didn’t just walk into a scene out of some kinky dreamscape.

Before I could answer, the man’s eyes slowly opened and looked at me with a drunken grin.

“Well, hello there, handsome,” he slurred loudly and deeply as he licked his lips and shifted his hips, his cock appearing to lurch much larger. I could see shimmering drops of sweat rolling down his body as he moved and I could tell the smell throughout the house was coming solely from him. “Aren’t you two just the most delicious set of twins I’ve ever seen.”

“Who are you?” I asked back, stepping around him and looking at the splintered remains of my couch while gaping at his unbelievable proportions.

“I’m just the delivery driver, man,” He responded with a grin, extending his arms back and his legs out in a stretch while I heard his stomach gurgling loudly. As he stretched, his muscle groups tensed and the couch continued to crack, splinter, and groan. When he was finished, he looked back at me with that same drunken grin. “Your bro here helped me out and gave me a fucking awesome too. Actually several.”

He winked at my clone and my clone beamed at me proudly, like a child who’d just gotten praise from a teacher. He’d made a muscle-bound giant right in the middle of my living room!! Who know how this guy looked before he arrived, but it couldn’t be anything like he currently was. How was he going to explain this?! How was this going to affect us?!

Fuck me, we needed to have a conversation about sharing.

But… a part of me understood that this was a result of my own lust and carelessness… and I couldn’t say that I didn’t like it.

“Aww ffffuuuuucckk,” the driver groaned, his head rolling back and his grin spreading wider. His stomach groaned and gurgled loudly again and it looked as though his entire body trembled with the vibrations of it. “Dude, I’m getting so fuuuucckin HUUUUUUGE,” he groaned as he tensed his chest and arms tightly in a flex. His muscles twisted and bulged outwards even larger as sweat continued to pour off him while his shirt rode even higher up, looking like the tight fabric would threaten to constrict his neck if it continued to go any higher up his chest and shoulders. As his abs pulsed and swelled, he spread his legs apart and I drooled as I watched his incredible thighs and calves thickened larger, snapping more shredded remains of his pants off him. His toes wiggled longer and larger through the already ripped soles of his shows as his nutsack swelled heavier with the increasingly tight confines of his soggy briefs. “FFF!!—UUUCCCK!” he bellowed as his stiff, curved shaft began to stretch thicker and longer as it spastically spit thick ropes of cum into his underwear, seeping through the soaked fabric and onto the floor. “U!!—UGGHH, SORRY M!!—MAN, I’M FUCKIN’ JJ!!—IZZING ALL OVER THE P!!—PLACE!” He whined orgasmically as he thrashed and humped wildly into the air, spurts and spurts of his seed spraying out from the edges of his underwear and through the fabric. I could hear slight tearing sounds with each thrust and moaned as I watched his underwear begin to give way.

They ripped wetly and loudly, tearing at the narrowest point in his taint and causing the elastic waistband to snap forwards. Combined with the force of the elastic snap and the stiff-as-a-board nature of his cock, his filthy, soggy briefs flung heavily through the air and splatted against my broad chest. I could feel the combined hot freshness of his current load and the cool stickiness of his other loads slapping against me and sending me over the edge. This guy was a fucking sex god, and I was going to treat him as such.

I rushed over while he continued vocalizing and thrusting, basically pissing jizz all over my wood floor, yanked his torn briefs off my chest, and wrapped my hands and his cummy briefs around his spurting cock, holding it against me and letting him fuck my torso, his mammoth cock extending all the way up between the ridges of my abs and in the valley between my pecs. He painted me white with his seed and I caught as much of it as I could in my mouth, savoring his flavor. His spurting began to slow and he started to catch his breaths, taking deep, grunting lungfuls of air. He looked down at me and I looked up at him, feeling his massive hands rub his spew into my muscles and watching f sweat drip down his torso.

“Aren’t you the greedy one,” he grinned down at me. I massaged his balls as the last of him seeped out of his cock.

“You have—” I started, leaning over to lick the last of his jizz from his tip and sticking my tongue into his slit, swirling it around and eliciting a deep, vibrating moan from him. “—no idea.”

I sat up on his torso and rested my round ass on his heaving, sweaty pecs. “Now it’s your turn,” I grinned down at him, aligning my cock with his mouth. He chuckled deeply and stuck out his long tongue, scooping my entire sex into his tongue and wrapping his lips around it, flexing his arms to show off for me.

I turned around and spotted my clone as I started to thrust into his scratchy face, “Hey bro,” I gestured over to him. He looked up from his dick with a questioning look. “Come over here and feed me. I wanna get real monstrously huge so I can properly fuck this guy.”

He jumped up and moved towards me with his cock leaking pre. He excitedly shoved his y to oil into my mouth and I started to suck, already feeling my shaft beginning to swell larger in the delivery man’s throat.

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argument ends up in exciting body swap

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Kiss me Bastard

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Eric Janicki

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Suit Up, Switch Off

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Suit Up, Switch Off

My name is Elliot, I'm about to start college and I've been single all my life.

I don't consider myself very attractive. And I guess that's why, plus I live in a small town lost in nowhere, it's very uncommon for someone to come out as gay in these parts.

Also, I was very nerdy, what's that got to do with it? Almost nothing really, but for as long as I could remember I'd loved superheroes: their muscles bulging in those suits that left nothing to the imagination, the spandex straining to contain those huge biceps, their strength in their pecs... I always wanted to be like that, although it was obviously a dream that never came true.

So I became a fan of hero movies or cosplayers. I loved seeing how the costumes looked on their manicured bodies, the bulges in the right places. And how hot they looked.

I'd had a lot of part-time jobs, mostly to save for college, though the odd bit of money I kept for my tastes. Among them: subscription sites.

I followed various cosplayers who uploaded content to their own pages, modeling their superhero costumes (some in less “everyday” poses), or without much clothing. Even with themes like hypnosis, bondage, and things a bit more... strange.

All of that seemed to feed my fantasies more and more, not because I wanted to be with such people (though I wouldn't complain if that were the case), but I wanted to be them.

Flexing those muscles, that I looked like that in those tight suits.

There was one in particular, though: Jason.

He was quite muscular, his suits fit him perfectly, and he had something in his face... that made him look like a mix between a nerd and an ideal himbo.

And I followed him everywhere, on his social networks, on his private and subscription channels. I was fascinated; that day he was live.

- Hello everyone! - he said with that excited air - I wanted to give you an announcement, rather, two - he smiled - First, how do you like my new Spiderman costume?

He lowered the camera to focus on his muscles, bounced his pecs with a soft laugh and brought the camera back up to his face.

- And, the platform has activated a new feature, I didn't really pay much attention to the email I got but, I have to be honest with you. Debuting this feature had a great payoff, so I decided to go for it! I think it's a "Meet And Greet" or something like that, it was called something like... Be Me. I don't remember the truth if I'm being honest.

He shook his head and typed a couple of things.

- Okay. This makes a list of all those who are subscribed and watching the video, then it will make a draw and... Well, the rest is what I didn't read - he laughed at himself - You just have to allow access to your accounts. Ready?

A roulette appeared on the screen, there were at least four hundred names there, or more. It immediately began to advance, for what felt like hours, until it slowed down little by little. And then stopped to burst into confetti enveloping the winner's name: Elliot Higgins.

- Congratulations, Elliot! - Jason smiled, leaning back in his chair as the suit thundered softly from containing his big, juicy muscles - Just give access to your account and... Well, we'll catch up later, I guess.

Immediately a message appeared on my screen. A huge “Do you accept?” message, there was a privacy notice underneath, but that looked huge. I didn't want to waste any more time, so I automatically selected the option.

The message disappeared and my screen suddenly went black. I thought maybe it was the battery, so I pressed the power button a couple of times to no avail. And when I was about to do it again, it was like feeling an electric charge run through my whole body.

My room was plunged into darkness as I felt strong spasms, my sight was filled with fuzzy colors that looked like wires, static noises and darkness again.

Until something seemed to pull me into the light and I came to myself. I had to blink hard, trying to focus on everything that was spinning around me.

- Shit, my head... - I muttered. I felt heavy, but it wasn't that fat heavy feeling I was used to, it was... very different.

I brought my hand to my forehead to try to ease the pain, but then I felt something against my skin. It was... cloth?

I opened my eyes wider, also feeling a weight on my nose, touched my face, bumping into glasses. But I never wore glasses.

I looked at my hands, now gloved in red and blue cloth with white textured reliefs. And finally, I saw the screen. Jason was there, but it seemed almost like a reflection, every action I did, he replicated it.

- Holy shit! - I smiled taking the camera, totally delighted with my new form - I'm him!

I let out a laugh somewhere between nervous and excited. Starting to feel Jason's muscles through the suit, I could feel how it tensed at the slightest flex.

I could feel my huge biceps, my sensitive pectorals through his reliefs, my fat, fleshy buttocks! I could feel everything, it was all mine now.

I took a closer look at the transmission, which seemed to be going crazy for what was happening. I started reading the comments, there was one in particular that caught my attention:

《 Jason didn't read things right before activating the feature. Be Me is an experimental function that allows two people to switch bodies for a certain amount of time 》

Some people called that subscriber a liar or crazy, but I denied excitedly.

- No, no! Not at all, he's right! I'm not Jason

I let out a laugh again. And the chat went crazy, again.

《 How does it feel to be in it? 》 - I blanched at the question.

- Well... It feels good, I think.

It seemed I was still just as nervous and awkward as my previous body. Though that didn't stop me from weighing and squeezing my pecs like careless.

《 You show us the suit now! 》

My heart was pounding. Jason had a body to die for, yes. But he was one of those kind of content creators who only uploaded his content “half-heartedly”, he didn't show very detailed stuff, he always tried to cover up with his hand below his hip, he didn't show from behind either.

He was just someone who liked to disguise himself... but not so much when other people said “naughty” comments about his body.

I stood still, in shock for a moment.

《 Well? 》 《 Yes, do it!》 《 Show everything! 》 《 I hope this guy isn't a prude too 》

My heart was pounding. However... Wasn't this what I always wished for? I wanted to be this strong. To have those suits like this look on me... To have these huge muscles.

I immediately spread my legs, sitting on the chair and leaning back in a dominant way.

- Not at all. You're coming for this, aren't you? - I flexed my new arms, stroked my pecs and felt my shaft begin to harden. I drew an arrogant expression on my face.

I kept rubbing my pecs until I hit one of my new nipples. A goofy expression formed as I grinned, and I began to pull them harder and more insistently, twisted them and gasped. It hurt a little, but all the pleasure coursed through my body like pure electricity, my feet curling and tensing as I grinned like an idiot.

- Hell... - I stammered.

But that didn't stop me from continuing to stroke myself like a deranged maniac.

My manhood was constantly bumping and rubbing against the suit, even I cupped my spandex pants, grabbing them from side to side to start forming a sort of back-and-forth. Which made me feel even more ecstatic.

- You guys would love to have me like this, wouldn't you?

I raised the camera again to give them an even better view of this body, in all its splendor.

- No filters, no limitations. This is the content they want from me... Just a silly himbo enjoying himself.

I bounced my pecs like balls, I was really loving the feel of every muscle wrapped tightly in the spandex. I also lifted his armpit, letting out a sigh from the sweat.

- Boy, does he stink! - I let out a laugh - apparently our good Jason loves to smell like sweat.

I pressed my face more against my armpit, enjoying the accumulated stench. My hand was rubbing insistently against my bulge. Then it slid down to find the cleft between his buttocks, to which I let out a gasp. I started rubbing the area with my new thick fingers over and over again, my face was flushed.

- Ah, ah! - I grinned like a moron, enjoying the sensation. I peeled my fingers off only to bring them to my nose, smiling even more at the smell of thick sweat. I rubbed my gloved fingers over and over against my nose with a satisfied smile.

- Do you like this new Jason better?

I said inhaling again and again my dumb, stinky, delicious jock scent... I flexed my arms more, I loved the feeling of power, of strength, extremely masculine and hot... And mine alone. A sense of arrogance rose from my loins along with me tool hard against the suit.

- You wish you were me, don't you, losers? - I let out a laugh rubbing the bulge more, feeling how I was about to be done in no time - To have all of this.

I flexed one last time before I felt strings and strands of thick goo coming out, my breathing labored and choppy, I ended up leaning back in the chair.

- Shit...

I closed my eyes. I felt that dizziness again and everything went black, just for an instant. But when I opened my eyes again, I still found Jason's room.

It turned out that "Be Me" had an error rate where people did not return to their original body, but stayed that way. And even better - for me, of course - there was also a tiny percentage that would forget their identity, and fit into their new body.

Just what happened to Jason. He now believed that he was Elliot all his life.

And I fit perfectly into his life. I continued to use the platforms he had for his content, although of course I increased the profits by dropping the prude attitude that old Jason had.

They all wanted this, and that they would get.

Did they want to see my huge, juicy buttocks? Granted.

Did they want to see my stinky feet? Of course, I could even stick them in my mouth just to keep them happy.

I kept working out on his body, making my muscles even bigger. I loved how they showed through the clothes, how tight the sleeves looked and even better, my pecs: fat, firm and round, even the slightest movement made them bounce.

I loved my scent too, it was intoxicating, I would end up exhausted from the gym and would rather go home like that, if it was by bus all the better, so I could spread my legs wide open and lift my armpits to stink all over, hopefully some guy would start sniffing and licking them.

I loved being Jason, every morning getting up and seeing his reflection, feeling the weight of my body, seeing my morning wood and staying for hours until I dropped buckets and buckets.

I also changed much of his closet, I got rid of the baggy, boring t-shirts and pants, replacing them with tops and other tight fitting things. Fuck the old Jason, now I was in control.

I was what I had always wanted, finally I was no longer a loser, now I was muscular, smelly and hot.

- Ready for another video, losers? You better be on your knees and hungry.

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Haunted: Prologue

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Haunted: Prologue

Note: This story only works as an introduction to a new series related to possession and body switching, its name is “Haunted”. Being only a prologue, it is somewhat short.

Part one: Haunted – Possession Play

Benjamin was not the most popular at school. He wasn't a social laggard, he had friends, no one bothered him but he had no real “impact”, no one really placed him. He was just one among many.

He wasn't a genius, nor did he have many talents, he was perfectly average - maybe too average.

That didn't weigh heavily on him. His life was quiet, normal, sometimes fun, he had everything he wanted, didn't he?

Although sometimes he felt lonely. He had friends, yes. But he felt from time to time that he was just someone in the background, who gets left behind, or who they don't talk to as much. In the sense of love... he was completely alone.

He thought he was not ugly, he considered himself attractive, but he was not an eminence. He didn't have big muscles, or a striking physique.

But finding a gay person in his town seemed to be very difficult, he knew he was surely not the only one - or was he? - But maybe no one else had dared to come out of the closet.

It's a small town, he supposed.

That morning passed normally. Benjamin was in history class while eating a couple of gummies, distracted.

He listened to the teacher talk about the civil war, the sides, important places, he wanted to pay attention but they seemed so... boring. Like a constant “blabla”, his gaze was lost in the window, as he popped another gummy in his mouth.

I tried and tried again. He was too distracted to forget to chew.

The gummy passed with difficulty down his throat, until it stopped halfway.

He felt the air begin to rush past him, he stood up in anguish, interrupting the class. His hands on his neck as he clutched it nervously, beginning to turn almost purple. His classmates and the teacher himself swirled around him, all confused by his actions but frightened as well. The guy tried to explain what he was feeling, but his voice wouldn't come out, just as the air wouldn't pass.

Everything around him felt fuzzy, until he fell to the ground unconscious.

He did not know how to describe exactly what he felt. It was like a halo of light that spread strongly throughout his mind, memories of his whole life and then... darkness.

Complete darkness, plus a strange sensation of something stuck in his throat.

He heard sounds all around him, but could see nothing.

- Is he... dead? - he heard a voice coming from a guy, albeit in a high-pitched tone.

- It seems so, but where is his spirit? - a slightly more masculine voice sounded, but it had some appeal in its tone.

- Maybe... They took him upstairs.

- Or downstairs - another voice. It sounded raspier, though.

- Tobias.

- What? I'm just stating a possibility.

They mumbled a couple of things I couldn't make out, accompanied by a long silence.

- So what, then?

- Maybe he did leave.

- Too bad... - a new voice emerged, deeper but at the same time honeyed, like a constant flirt - It would have been a nice acquisition.

- Wait! What are they doing to him?

He felt again an intense movement, as if he was being lifted into the air to be whipped again. It went on for a long while until he felt a sensation in his throat that gradually rose to his mouth.

And suddenly, light.

He spat hard on the gummy as if it were a hairball, all his classmates were around, and the teacher's hands against his body. He had given him a heimlich maneuver.

- Dude! Are you okay? - His friend Peter moved to the side, the professor finally pulled away and everyone seemed to disperse to their places as Mr. Thompson quietly denied and said he should be more careful.

- Yes... - he whispered in denial. He felt like everything was spinning around in his head. He couldn't even focus properly, he looked up, slowly making out his surroundings.

Then he saw them. They were four boys about her age, though they were all dressed differently, as if they weren't from this era.

On the far left, there was a muscular boy, wearing a college-style jacket, his eyes were striking brown, and his complexion was somewhat tanned.

Next to him was a slightly stooped boy with a dark complexion, thick round glasses, quite thin and small. With an outfit that looked "retro".

Next, there was a guy in a green uniform, consisting of a sweater, black pants, he had an elegant bearing but also a gothic vibe... gothic. Kind of dark.

And finally, a guy with clothes a little more to the time. Denim jacket, a polo shirt and dark glasses, plus a smile.

He had never seen them before in his life. He knew everyone at school, especially those in his subjects; but these guys were complete strangers.

- So... He was never dead? - the jock muttered, raising his eyebrow.

- Apparently not.

- Or they managed to save him for next to nothing - the one who seemed to be more flirtatious (and mocking by the looks of it) let out a laugh.

I swallowed, staring at them.

- Wait. Can he see us? - the nerd muttered.

- Ben, is everything all right? - Peter asked. The boy just nodded nervously - You look like you just saw a ghost.

- You have no idea - The boy whispered. Before sitting back in his chair.

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Hello everyone!

This will be a new series of stories called “Haunted”, set in a school and will feature lots and lots of possessions, body changes and more. I know this little prologue doesn't have many pictures or exploration themes, but it's just to mark the beginning of this new universe and the why of things, I hope you liked it and you're ready for lots and lots of possessions with armpits, sweat, muscles and feet included.

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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