Growth Anthology #14

forbidden-fullmoon’s Futa POV(Earth 2)

(I hope you all enjoy this story! This was a fun one to write for you @forbidden-fullmoon ! Also, the characters Goldie and Elle are two other people of the community. Goldie is known as @sexyhotpeople and Elle is @growingshygirl ! This will be important later in the week also if you haven’t checked out these Tumblrs definitely do!)

You stood, absolutely gawking over your body. The serum you ordered one night while drunk actually work! You couldn’t believe your eyes. Your tits were WAYYY bigger than Elle’s and Goldie would absolutely DIE for an ass this fat and juicy. You wondered why it wanted you to only take a few drops of the serum a day. You had already gone through half of it in 5 minutes, why not finish it off?

As soon as you downed the last of it you winced, leaning over and grunting as you dropped the vial on the ground, your clit feeling like it was on fire. Sure, you were horny but this was wayyyy different from that feeling. The heat seemed to build, but then it happened. You immediately bent over, grabbing at your clit. It almost felt as if it was rising. No, it was stretching! Something was coming out of it?!

Unable to see, you immediately starting patting yourself with you hand through your dress, quickly grabbing the 2" nub with your fingers trying to feel. The sheer touch sending goosebumps down your spine from the pleasure it sent throughout you. You moaned, feeling a pressure building up inside of it as you began rubbing it. You could feel it continue stretching, growing longer and thicker as you rubbed it with your hand, quickly becoming easier the bigger it got.

You felt around, the 7" inch cock you were carrying between your legs slowly becoming erect again as your thoughts seemed to vanish. You quickly ran to the bedroom, rummaging through your ex’s nightstand. You pulled out his fleshlight he had left, grinning. You quickly pulled up your dress, revealing the cock in all it’s glory. You grabbed some lube as you shuddered at touching it, the warming jelly you used sending you into a fog. You quickly shoved your new toy over your cock, groaning and moaning as it slipped on with releative ease.

You gripped the fleshlight with both hands, quickly jerking yourself off with as you groaned from the tight, wet toy gripping your hard and warm dick. As you continued the warmth grew, slowly turning into the heat from before. You could feel your dick stretching inside the toy, growing longer and thicker as your balls began to swell, first golfballs, but quickly to baseballs as the pressure became overwhelming. You moaned louder by the second, the toy slowly beginning to slip and slide off of the massive cock forming between you.

“oh…Oh. ..OH GOD DAMN!!! FUCK!!!!!” You screamed in ecstasy as your cock erupted, the buildup of your balls coming full force as the last bit of the toy on it shot off, flying across your room like a cannon as your cock sprayed like a firehouse. You couldn’t believe it….You were at least 13" long, and probably a 1’ in girth. You fell back, panting as your cock softened to it’s flaccid length of 7". Maybe it was time to call Elle and Goldie……

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Growth Anthology #10

A Hotel Experience

You rolled over in the hotel bed, grinning as you saw your latest cum dumpster, a one night stand from the bar you picked up across the street. She carried herself into the bathroom grimacing, cursing under her breath. Ever since you saved that goth girl from getting ran over she uttered some words under breath and you’ve been making women grow all week. 

*SLAM* 

   You could hear her cursing in the bathroom, you knew she finally got to a mirror this morning. Her cursing stopped. It laid silent in the room for a second before you could hear the moaning beginning. 

*creak*

   The woman slowly walked out the bathroom, the towel on the floor behind her as her massive rack hung from her, the massive mounds of flesh visibly swelling in front of you. You could see her nipples pulsing at this point, each pulse getting bigger, thicker. 

   "You did this to me…didn’t you? It’s okay if you did. In fact, it feels so good why don’t you do it again?“ She ripped the covers off the bed, revealing your naked body and 8” flaccid cock. She laid her massive warm chest on your lap, your cock hardening already and poking through. She jumped at it, shoving it into her mouth and down her throat without a second thought. 

   You moaned in ecstasy, feeling her cock growing inside her mouth, hardening as she sucked harder the more you filled her. She grabbed her massive tits, rubbing your monster cock with them. You couldn’t take it anymore, your balls swelled as the feeling shot to your legs. You started shaking uncontrollably, leaning up and grabbing the back of her head before blowing your load deep down her throat. She gagged, but you held her down until there was nothing left in your balls. She finally slid off your cock, gasping for air. 

   "Are you trying to ki-“ Before she could let out another word you could feel the heat radiating off her tits. She moaned as the swelling increased, covering you in a matter of seconds. She squeezed and kneaded them, moaning as her nipples poked into the bed. The rubbing against the sheets causing them to begin spraying milk out as the woman on top of you screamed in pleasure. The growing mounds of tit flesh swallowing your again flaccid cock. 

   The woman finally rolled off of you, gasping as she stood up. You stared up, higher then before. She had grown taller….She must have been 6'6” at this point. Her tits hanging, milk dripping off of them as she continued touching. You looked down, noticing her wet cunt dripping before looking back up at her. She grinned at you as she noticed your cock hardening. You heard the bed creak as she began crawling onto it. You knew this was going to be a long day….

Hello!

(Updated 1/25/22)

Welcome to my little corner of Tumblr! If you’ve found yourself here well then we obviously have something in common, women growing! I guess I should first start this out by saying my work is obviously NSFW, and also anything you find here is purely fictional. Any events/actions that happen in my stories/captions and the people in them are not associated together. I am into all kinds of expansion and transformation. I tend to write things only appealing to me, but I try to keep an open mind as much as possible when it comes to these things.

Content Breakdown

Now with that out of the way, you will find many different titles across this blog. I will break them down below.

Growth Snaps - These are selfies that I have captioned. 90% of these will deal with women who have come in contact with product(s) from Maxi Corp.

Bite-Sized Growths - These are short stories based around women who have come in contact with product(s) from Maxi Corp. The exact size of the story can vary depending on how much I can flesh it out.

Growth Anthology - These have become much rarer as I don’t do them often. However, if I do these will be short stories that deal with Expansion/Growth BUT are not related to Maxi Corp. These can deal with magic or other means of inducing growth.

Growth Captions - Finally, the newest Title of my works. These are a sort of a cross between my Growth Snaps and my Bite-Sized Growths. The photo themselves will not be captioned but instead will be posted below. These will only be 1 paragraph and will leave much room to be expanded on by you all! These also will deal mostly with Maxi Corp Products.

Like I said, I do all kinds of expansion related things. Mostly I post stuff based on the effects of the Maxi Corp products, but occasionally I will do other types of expansion not related to that. If you’re interested in learning more about Maxi Corp and it’s products please go here @maxicorpceo and make sure to follow for future product releases and updates! If you have any questions pretaining to their products you may ask them there!

Social Medias

Okay, so this one is quite long because things have gotten quite massive since I first started on here. First thing, if you enjoy my Growth Snaps but would like to see ones more explicit, you may add me on Snapchat where I post one a day Monday through Friday on my Story OR join me on my Discord Server, where I post them the same day as Snapchat!

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Moving on, we have Twitter! So I post MOSTLY the same content, but I post some tweets more regularly now that you won’t find on Tumblr, and some are even NSFW! I tend to interact more on Twitter because the platform does allow for that easier than Tumblr does. Anyways, I’ll post it below!

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I do know have my own site btw! Well, technically I’ve had it. So I will be posting the content I post everyday on ALL platforms to this website! I am woefully behind, so it will be content from the date this post was edited last to present day. I will be working to move all content to this website however as I can. It is a WIX site, and it has a forum so you may sign up if you want. I plan to eventually purchase a Site plan to have my own Domain, so hopefully the site will be fully operational at some point in the future!

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Finally, Patreon! I have 2 tiers as of the moment, the $5 tier and the $10 tier. I post a story every Tuesday and Friday, both tiers can view these at their leisure. The $10 tier is VIP’s, and once a month they get a free commission I post to Patreon that is only viewable by other VIP’s!

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Commissions

One last thing, I do commissions! I will do Growth Snaps for $1, and can use a picture you provide or I can find one for you. I don’t do Morphs though! I also do short stories, a minimum of 500 words for $5. You can DM me on any of my Social Medias if you’re interested! I take CashApp typically.

Growth Snaps #202

I’m officially debuting MilfUp full time! And to do this, I will now be starting #hotmomweekend!!! Let’s kick things off with a caption!!! Hope you all enjoy!

Growth Captions #30

“Jeffery! What are you doing here?! You know Thomas isn’t here today. You’re here cause of me? Can I bend over again?! I mean…Thomas isn’t here…and you wouldn’t tell a soul, right? You brought PenisMax? I mean I know I have a phat ass but do you need that much of a boost? Well…I guess I just can’t say no to a young stallion such as yourself…can I?”

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This is a very short piece I wrote for a webzine back two years ago. It wasn’t archived anywhere but there, so I figured I’d go ahead and post it around to better be read and preserved!

Premise:Sunny Honey’s here to give you the hottest tips on great summer fun! Just like, maybe pay attention to the side effects of what you buy, unlike our heroine.

Contains:Futanari, Cock Growth, Breast Expansion

Length: ~1000 words

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Hey there, curious shoppers! This is Sunny Honey here once again, here to give you the hottest tips on where to get the best gear for summer fun!

Today, we’re going to be looking at off brand sunscreen! We all know sunscreen is a super important facet of beach going. Skimping out on it can cause a whole vacation to go from dream town relaxation to stinging pain wishing for your expiration. That said, why not give the little guys a chance? Instead of buying the scientifically proven, top of the line, cheapest, most effective stuff, we’re trying something different. It’s time to put some weird, barely marked bottles of stuff from sketchy surf stores selling unlicensed merchandise on our bodies! Your pal Sunny Honey’s tested a few bottles of summer sun blocking goodness from patchwork seaside businesses. Now I’m here to give you the secret intel on some totally fabulous secret sunscreen! Enjoy!

SPPF 20

Vacationing in the lovely views of Fyrtle Beach, I found this adorable little surf shack. There were novelty beach towels and all sorts of useless nicknacks as far as the eyes could see! Diving into the back of the store, I found today’s first lotion of interest: SPPF 20. I’m sure it meant SPF 20, but this bottle and the few others there all had this embarrassing typo on it. Looks like someone in manufacturing is getting fired.

At an obscene discount of $0.49 a bottle, I hopped on it right away! My morning beach shopping transitioned into afternoon beach going with the sunscreen in hand, ready to test. A thorough rub down and I was off sunbathing, enjoying the sun’s warmth and total relaxation. What a day! Now, how did the sunscreen hold up?

Well, as I turned to tan my back, I felt something a bit odd between my legs. Probably the bottle I left there, whatever. Didn’t even bother moving it away. Oh man, but when I finally got up from the sunbathing session. The truth became apparent. This sunscreen was fan-tastic! I looked the perfect amount of crisp and tanned, not a smidgen burnt at all!

Oh, also, I grew a penis? Like, when I looked back between my legs, there was one there, clear as day! It had to be 20 inches or so, I was crazy hung! That explained a lot, particularly why later on in my sunbathing I heard people gasp and say stuff like “Look at the size of that thing!”. Slipped out of my swim bottoms, whoopsie! It was a little awkward walking back home with a giant cock as thick as my wrist and super full balls the size of my fist slapping against my thighs, but I can’t fault the sunscreen. It gave me such a nice tan! Plus, who knows why I grew a giant cock, it could have all just been coincidence.

Your pal Sunny Honey thought long and hard about my grade on this one; it was easy to get lost in thought masturbating my enormous cock for hours and cumming over and over again from the bliss of penile orgasm. Ultimately, I give SPPF 4 out of 5 stars. Recommended!

SPF 80.08

With such impressive results, I headed back to that gem of a surf shack to see what else I could score… plus my giant dick was spilling out of all my swimsuits so I needed to find a pair of stretchy swim bottoms. I got super lucky! The owner of the store had been arrested and the place was shutting down for illegal activity, but the store clerk still let me buy something! I bolted back to the sunscreen isle (forgetting new pants entirely and just letting my erect dick hang) and got my next focus: SPF 80.08

SPFs past 50 are absolutely not made for me; my complexion means I don’t need super intense sunscreen unless I’m out for 5+ hours. Maybe take my review here with a grain of salt. That said, I’m super impressed with what I got! Spoilers, but you really do feel that extra 0.08 SPF in your purchase!

Another afternoon on the beach was this product’s gauntlet. Would yesterday’s tan be preserved or would false advertising burn me to a crisp? This time I decided to be more active, taking a beachside walk with 80.08 applied and my dick tucked in. So, how did it go?

This stuff is great! It preserves my older tan perfectly. The few tan lines exposed to the sun this time didn’t change color at all. This stuff is ultra secure protection for those of you more interested in dodging nasty burns completely. I would absolutely recommend this for you lot!

What I wouldn’t recommend, however, is doing physical activity with this applied. Just moments after applying the stuff my chest started to tingle. At first I was worried I might have an allergic reaction, but no! My tits were just growing! My tiny little Bs climbed cup sizes by the minute until I was hauling around mammoth titties like cantaloupes. I had to take a break and just sunbathe half way through, just to stop hauling around my chest while it expanded! I will say: Don’t apply this stuff more than once in 24 hours. I got a little worried all this new tit flesh of mine might need a rub down too. Big mistake! Doubling down left me with a pair of tits like watermelons, each with areolas as big as my palm and inch long nipples! Thank god my back strengthened up quick so I can actually walk with these giant torso titties. I give 80.08 a 4.08 out of 5! The bonus amount is there because it let me titty fuck myself effortlessly. What a nice perk!

Wrap Up

I’ll never forget this summer at Fyrtle Beach. What a great vacation spot! I didn’t even get to mention the night life: Lots of great people here! They’re happy to milk your tits or jack you off. Your girl Sunny Honey might have just gotten addicted to getting her titteis plowed by strangers, haha! Join me next week when we head to Stain Augustine Beach. I’ll be trying their multiboob margaritas and their famed “Juice That Makes You Cum Really Hard” snowcones.

Since tumblr is, yup, figured I’d throw up a post here just as text for now. Enjoy and please:

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Drew moaned, and thrusted his hips over and over into Emily’s face. She gagged but kept her balance, she was always an incredible cock sucker. Her tits bounced back and forth, her D cups making loud slapping noises against each other. Emily was always able to get Drew’s full eight inches down, but it always pushed her to the limit. Drew started sliding in and out of her mouth slower, with more force each time. His heavy balls drawing up getting ready to cum.

Drew humped forward one last time, pushing all eight inches into her waiting mouth. He groaned. His cock throbbed as spurts of cum shot down Emily’s throat. He groaned as rope after rope let go, until he was finally dry. Emily, being the good girl, she was, made sure to suck up every drop, dripping from a full cock filling her throat. Something felt different as Drew began to slide out, but she was too busy being crossed-eyed and feeling herself to cum.

Drew grumbled as he worked his way to the other end of the bed. Emily was completely out of it, gasping from how hot today felt. “I don’t know what it is with you today babe, but I’m ready for round two.” he grunted above her, as he pulled her dripping pussy against the tip of his cock. He never could let his eyes off her fat tits, so he didn’t even bother to look down at what was different about his cock.

Drew was still fine, same size as he was right before he came, all happy eight inches. But here’s the thing: he wasn’t hard. Emily noticed though as his tip kept pressing harder against her dripping slit; she failed to say anything in shock.

She hesitated.

Drew let his upper body fall towards the bed, his two arms pinning Emily down. In the same smooth motion, he drove all eight of his thick inches in. He bottomed out, as usual, but Emily could always take him all. She always loved feeling that full. Emily gasped, her impossible thought was true. he was barely hard enough to pull it off and he was pretty much soft. At his full size.

“I’m, fucking swelling?!” Drew shouted in joy, continuing to pump harder into her. Each pump, more of him couldn’t fit in. Emily was screaming at this point, her pussy stretching to its full limits. Moments later he slid out a full sixteen-inch cock, they both looked up realizing his now doubled size.

“Holy fuck you’re such a stud ba” Emily stopped in shock. Her voice was a few tones lower. “What the fuuuuuuuu” she moaned, each moment dropping tone, after tone. She wrapped her lengthening legs, and thickening thighs around Drew. Her torso kept growing longer, needing to make room for how her breasts were jumping cup after cup each time she shook.

Drew realized how small the room was quickly, as she finally rested towards the high ceiling, her five-foot body now ten feet towering. Her breasts were a relative P cup, pushing against the other walls of the room.

Drew got back to banging away, as milk started to leak from Emily’s heavy nipples.

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And here is the short yet steamy third January story written for Val! If you want your own personalized and private stories, then consider becoming a Patron!

Val hoped the workers at the apothecary weren’t lying to him. In addition to some forms of holistic medicine, they also dabbled in the more sexual side of potions and magic. Val had just received a bonus at work, and he wanted to spend it on a solution he had been eyeing for quite some time. It was somewhat of a peculiar mixture, as it would give him some more muscles, including his cock, make him extremely horny, and give him a strong musk. Unfortunately, this spell wasn’t permanent, but he would still have a lot of fun with it, regardless. He paid for the potion and only had a small amount of his bonus left over as he went back home.

Once he got back home, he went into the bedroom and set up his phone so that it could record the whole scene. Val normally wasn’t into this type of stuff, but he knew a lot of people would be, especially with the muscle growth component. The camera was soon filming and Val uncorked the vial. He chugged it, and the changes happened within seconds. His clothes burst apart at the seams and fell to the ground in tatters as everything from his neck all the way down to his ankles gained some muscle. His cock and balls, of course, grew to match, and it wasn’t even half a second later that Val stood in his room stark naked, with only a few pieces of his clothes still hanging from his body.

At the same time that he was starting to get much more turned on than he normally did, his musk was getting much more potent. He began sniffing the air, which only made his erect dick throb even more. Of course, he couldn’t help himself, and laid back on his bed, one hand on his dick and the other exposing an armpit. He took deep breaths as he furiously stroked his cock, blowing his load just over a minute later. While the potion didn’t get rid of his refractory period, it made sure that his next cumshot and the ones after that would be just as potent as the first.

Val continued to sniff his pits, changing which one he was inhaling with every cumshot, and not even bothering to clean up after he came, his bedsheets getting coated in cum, not to mention his pecs and abs as well. The room slowly started to reek of sex as well, the mixture of cum, musk, and sweat turning Val on even more. It was also starting to get a bit messy around the eleventh cumshot or so, so he began eating his cum too, moaning just as loudly afterwards as he did when it was coming out.

However, all good things must come to an end, and eventually, the effects of the potion wore off. Val shrank in the matter of seconds and his libido and musk were dramatically reduced as well. All of the cum still remained, though, and the room still reeked, albeit a bit less strongly now. He went over and stopped the video and made sure it was saved to the cloud. He then cleaned up his room first before uploading it to Pornhub and a couple other sites. For the next week, that was the only video the various gay communities online would talk about, and you could be certain that every man into guys saved the video to their phone as well.

It’s been some time since James and Sebastian have swapped numbers, and so, it’s time for them to take the next step and finally go on a date! Although, where does one even go on a date with a dude that’s the size of a two story house?

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             James’s dorm room looked like something out of a Helen Hunt movie. Clothes lay strewn everywhere. He had spent the better part of the morning and almost all the afternoon thus far standing in front of his mirror and testing different shirt and pants combos to wear for his impending date. His attempted outfits ran the gamut from funeral chic to beach blanket bash, and yet nothing seemed right for the occasion. Too fancy, he ran the risk of coming off too strong. Too casual and he ran the risk of making it look like he wasn’t taking this seriously enough.

             James knew he needed to chill the fuck out, but that was far easier said than done. He and Sebastian had swapped phone numbers and had been chatting regularly for the past few weeks. James had even become a regular at the coffee joint where Seb worked. In fact, they had been spending so much time together that all of Seb’s coworkers were calling them boyfriends! Yet, unless you counted the frequent bar-side chats at the coffee shop, James and Sebastian hadn’t really done anything that could be considered a date.

             Part of the problem was scheduling. Between classes and work, Seb didn’t have a lot of free time. Part of the problem was James’s nerves. It took him weeks to even broach the subject of going on an official date, and part of the problem was Sebastian’s new titanic proportions. Sure, as far as pretty much everyone was concerned, Sebastian had always been a towering wall of cock and muscle, but even with titanic studs becoming more common, it was still rare that restaurants and movie theaters and other such date-type establishments could accommodate someone who stood over twenty feet high and was built like Fort Cox.

             In the end, James and Sebastian had agreed to a fairly casual picnic in the park. James would bring the food, and Sebastian would bring the hundreds of pounds beef. Yet, despite how casual the meet-up was supposed to be, James could not help but freak out. Eventually, though he decided on his old go to outfit of t-shirt, jacket, and jeans.

             As James made his way towards the large, open grassy area in the middle of campus, he quickly became aware that Sebastian was already there. It was kind of hard to miss a towering, muscular, nearly nude behemoth of a man. James made a silent note to thank his past self for having the foresight to rub a few out earlier in the afternoon so that he wouldn’t be so ridiculously pent up in the presence of such unrestrained masculinity, but even so, he could feel his cock quickly chubbing up in his jeans.

             James hastened his pace and trotted across the grass towards where his date was waiting for him, “Hey! I hope I didn’t make you wait too long!” James called up at the towering stud.

             “Uh. Not too long,” Seb said. His face was slightly flushed, and he had a bit of a bashful smirk. It was hard for James to imagine that someone as huge and hunky and drop-dead gorgeous as Sebastian could be shy – especially considering that his cock, a cock which now dwarfed James’s whole body by a good margin, was openly on display for all to ogle, and yet, it was that same shyness that made Sebastian all the more endearing and alluring.

             As James trotted the last few yards towards his towering date, he became more and more aware of just how truly massive Sebastian was. James was absolutely blown away by the sheer scale of his friend. Just being in the presence of some a towering god made James light in the head and hard in the crotch. Even seated, Seb was as tall as a two-story house and just as wide. Even just one of Seb’s massive, meaty pecs was the size of an Alaskan King mattress. In fact, just the sight of Seb’s enormous mounds of raw masculinity caused James’s mind to begin to wander to thoughts of nestling up against that beef for a nice, cozy nap.

James couldn’t help but wonder if Seb had somehow grown even more since they had last seen face to face, but James quickly stopped that train of thought before it could get away from him. He had to keep whatever strange powers he had in check. James still didn’t understand how or why it happened. He just knew that if he let his imagination run wild, people around him tended to become massive, muscular, hyper-hung titans!

             James soon found himself standing directly beside his massive friend. Seb was seated flat on his ass in the field, but even so, he towered over James. Even though James was standing at his full height, James wasn’t even tall enough to see over Seb’s thigh! Seb’s massive, meaty, muscular quadriceps where thicker than James was tall!

             James wasn’t sure how long he stood there ogling the thick slabs of muscle, but he eventually became aware that Seb was silently watching him.

James quickly ripped his gaze away from Seb’s muscles. “Uh… so, where should I set up?” James asked awkwardly and gestured towards picnic basket and blanket he was carrying.

             Oddly enough, Seb’s face turned even redder. James found himself running scenarios in his head. Had he been staring too hard and made Sebastian embarrassed? Had he said something silly? Was his fly down?

             Fortunately, Sebastian broke the silence before James’s imagination could go too buck wild. “As much as I love seeing you down there… I was thinking maybe…” Seb said. His voice kept trailing off as if he had something he wanted to say, but he just couldn’t quite get the nerve to say it. This of course sent James’s thoughts into hyperdrive once more.

             Seb said he liked seeing James “down there”? What exactly did he like? Did Seb like towering over him? Did Seb like how cute and tiny James looked? The scenarios were running rampant in James’s head. James must look so small to the titanic stud. James was little bigger than a Barbie doll to his massive date, and if James wasn’t careful, he’d soon seem even smaller. All it took was one little slip up with his powers, and Seb would hulk out even further! As much as the very thought made James’s cock buck with glee, James knew he had to keep a lid on whatever it was that caused these changes if for no other reason than he wanted to enjoy Seb at his current size!

             “Well… down there it’d be hard to talk… so maybe you’d want to… come up here? With me?” Seb stammered awkwardly.

             James stared up dumbfounded at the massive dude. Up there? Up where?

             As if in answer to James’s silent questions, Seb reached down a hand. “Come on. I’ll get you up here.” Seb said.

             James stared in awe at his pal’s palm. Just Seb’s hand was large enough for James to sit comfortably upon. He still wasn’t sure what Seb’s plan was, but he knew he wanted to find out. It didn’t hurt that Seb was looking down at him so sweetly that James wanted to leap into the giant’s loving embrace.

             James stepped up onto the giant’s palm, which at Seb’s current size, was roughly the size of a shipping pallet. “You might want to sit down for this,” Seb said sweetly.

             James didn’t argue. In fact, he didn’t say anything. He sat down on his friend’s palm and let the giant lift him into the air. All in all, Seb only lifted him about ten feet in the air, but the speed at which he moved, made James a little light-headed. James was determined to keep his eyes open for the trip, though. He stared giddily as Seb’s hand moved towards his lap. James stared excitedly down at the titan’s thick, sculpted thigh. James could only imagine how nice it would feel to relax upon the firm, supple flesh of the titan’s muscular quad, but to his surprise, Seb didn’t stop there. Seb’s hand kept moving past his thigh… and into the space between.

             James gasped in shock. Surely not. There was no way Seb was going to put him there was there? That was preposterous, and yet the thought excited James to no end. Already James had a wet splotch forming on his inner thigh where his rock-hard cock was already dribbling pre through his pants leg.

             James soon found himself being deposited atop Sebastian’s massive cock. Seb’s rod was so huge that James had plenty of room to spread out atop it. In fact, James had enough room to unfurl his blanket without it draping over the edges of Sebastian’s fat cock.

             James and Seb were both blushing beet red as James set up camp atop his pal’s cock, but it wasn’t just the sheer eroticism of sitting atop a cock that dwarfed his whole body that had James so hot and bothered. Sebastian was astoundingly cute. His sweet face and shy expression stood in stark contrast to the towering wall of muscle. At James’s current position, Sebastian’s enormous, meaty pectoral shelf loomed over him and threatened to block out the sun, and yet, James could still see Sebastian shyly smirking down at him from between those two colossal mounds of brawn.

             James managed to pull his gaze away from his pal’s pecs and face away long enough to finish setting up their picnic. The activity helped to get his mind off of the events unfurling around him, but even with the busywork, it was hard for James to ignore that the enormous slabs of brawn overhead were rising and falling in time with his friend’s breaths, and it was even harder to ignore the ground beneath his feet would twitch and swell as he moved around atop Sebastian’s colossal cock. Yet, despite all this, James and Sebastian managed to settle into what could almost be considered a casual meal. James had made them some sandwiches. James wasn’t the most accomplished chef, but even he couldn’t screw up sticking some salami between a few slices of bread. That said, in order to make Sebastian’s sandwiches, James had had to use two loaves instead of slices and even then, they were little more than finger food for the colossal stud.

             As the afternoon stretched on, the two finished their food and settled into casual conversation. Their discussions shifted from school to friends to favorite movies to past romantic interests – as it turned out neither of them had much experience in romance. The two were so caught up in each other’s company that for a while they seemed to completely forget about the disparity between their sizes or the fact that James was perched atop Sebastian’s semi-boned rod! Yet, all good things must come to an end.

             Eventually, they reached a point where they were both talked out. It wasn’t so much that they were out of topics. It was more a matter of social stamina. Conversation steadily waned as the two of them realized that they would much rather enjoy each other’s company than conversation. The conversation reached its natural conclusion as the sun was beginning to set.

             The two of them continued to sit in contented silence as the sun sank beneath the horizon and the stars began to shine. James was happy to just enjoy his titanic pal’s company, but Seb had another idea.

             “How are you feeling? Should I walk you home?” Seb asked sweetly.

             “Hmm? I’m not in any rush to go home,” James replied.

             “In that case… I want to show you something,” Seb said and reached down his hand once more for James to climb on.

             James was curious to say the least. He wanted to ask what Seb had in mind, but something about the titan’s body language seemed to indicate that it was a secret. James merely climbed onto Seb’s hand and waited.

             James found himself once more hoisted into the air, even higher this time than before. The change in altitude was dizzying, but it was nothing compared to what was coming next. Seb deposited his tiny pal atop his shoulder and gave James a pat on the head almost as if James was little more than a pet mouse. Somehow this was even more exciting than sitting atop Sebastian’s cock! James was once again rock hard all over again. Seb’s shoulder below and his hand above… James was ensconced on all sides by his massive friend!

             Despite how excited James was by the scenario, though, he didn’t let it delay him in his efforts to get comfy in his new perch. The massive bulges of Seb’s delts and traps provided for a nice nook where James could safely and comfortably sit as the titan stood to his full height.

             If James thought the hand ride was dizzying, the sudden shift in altitude as Seb stood up to his full height was like a roller coaster at a theme park! Although, as much as James loved roller coasters, he’d choose a ride on a titan over a break-neck tram ride every time.

             Without so much as a word, Seb began to lumber from the park in the middle of campus towards the outskirts of town. The pace the giant set seemed so leisurely. The steady rocking and swaying of the titan’s body was as soothing as it was exciting. It was akin to riding a horse, only much, much higher off the ground. James stared in awe as Seb strolled down the street while carefully avoiding pedestrian and vehicular traffic. This was by far the quickest that James had ever made it out of town. The same trek that took Seb minutes, would have taken James a half hour by bus, and yet, Seb seemed to be going intentionally slow so as to make the ride as comfortable as possible for his passenger.

             Eventually the pair reached the outskirts of town, and the suburbs steadily gave way to hills and mountains. James had no idea what the cut off point between a tall hill and a small mountain was, but he didn’t think it particularly mattered. What he did know was that Seb seemed to have his sights set on one particularly tall mound of earth. It was so tall and steep that even the titan needed to make the trek in that bizarre half-climbing-half-crawling way that was typically reserved for kids running up stairs.

             James soaked in the sensation as the thick slabs of muscles rippled and swayed beneath him. Even just feeling his pal’s body shift all around him was enough to drive James wild! The feel of the titan’s muscles rippling beneath him, the warmth emanating from the giant’s enormous body. They faint sheen of sweat forming on Seb’s body as the colossus crawled and clambered – James would have happily stayed like that for hours, but it did not take Seb long to reach the peak.

             “Here we are,” Seb said. Despite having just scaled a mountain (albeit a small one), he wasn’t as short on breath.

             It took a superhuman amount of willpower for James to divert his attention away from his colossaly cute friend and towards the view that Seb wanted to show him, but James was glad he did. Spread out below them was something out of a classic painting. The lights from the city twinkled like stars in the night sky.

             “I like to come here to get away from it all,” Sebastian explained.

             “Get away?” James asked nervously.

Seb shrugged, which caused his massive delts to heave with James along for the ride. “It’s tough to describe. I’m not the biggest guy around, but I know I’m bigger than most…” Seb said.

             James winced a little in spite of himself. Did Sebastian resent the changes he had experienced? Did he have any memory of what it was like beforehand?

             “If you had the option… would you want to be small?” James asked.

             There was a long silence where Sebastian mulled it over. It was tough for James to read the expression on Sebastian’s face. Part of that was the angle. Part of the was the lighting. And part of that was James’s mind was otherwise preoccupied with other thoughts. Should he reverse it? Couldhe reverse it? James had no idea. He hadn’t meant for this to happen, but now that it had, should he confess that this was somehow his fault? Would Seb even believe him if he did so?

             Finally, Sebastian spoke.

             “I don’t think of myself as big. I don’t think of you as small,” Seb said. “I think of myself as me, and that’s all I want to be. That’s why I like to come here. It’s so quiet and peaceful. It’s some place that I feel like I can truly be me.”

             James didn’t know what to say to that. What could he say? He didn’t why to lie, and yet the truth was so far-fetched that he doubted Seb would ever believe it.

             “That’s why I brought you here,” Seb said after a heavy silence.

             James’s heart was pounding in his chest. He had no idea where Seb was going with this.

             “I feel like I can just be me with you.” Seb said before James could have a complete mental breakdown.

             “Whuh?” James sputtered.

             “I wanted to share this place with you, and maybe… share more of myself,” Seb said.

             There was no way that James couldn’t not take that comment in a sexual light, but he resisted acting on his urges.

             “I would love to know you better!” James blurted out.

             Seb chuckled in reply. It was a soft, sweet laugh for the titan, but for James, who was still perched atop Seb’s shoulder, the laughter reverberated through his whole body.

             “Well… there’s no huge rush. After all. We’ll need to leave something to talk about on our next date.” Seb said with another soft chuckle.

             “Our next date…” James responded in awe.

             Seb laughed again. “My coworkers are gonna be so excited to hear that we’re finally dating,” he said.

             “Yeah… so… if we’re now dating… do you want to… make it official?” James murmured awkwardly.

             “What did you have in mind?” Seb asked. James couldn’t be sure, but there seemed to be a tinge of impish delight in his voice.

             James’s mind raced with ideas of how much fun they could have with their sizes. James had already had a moment to straddle Seb’s phenomenal cock earlier in the day, but there was tons of other fun to be had, and not just with his dick. Every inch of Seb’s titanic body was a playground for James’s senses! But that could wait… As much as James (and his cock) was raring to go, James wasn’t actually feeling it right now. What he wanted from Seb was something much more innocent.

             “Well, I was thinking we could… kiss….? Just for starters, anyway,” James murmured awkwardly.

             “Absolutely!” Seb said excitedly. His voice was so loud that it made James’s ears ring.

             Seb quickly raised his hand up and gestured for James to climb on, and James was only too happy to oblige. Once again, James was riding Seb’s had and being lifted even higher than before. Soon, James was face to face with the incredibly cute giant. James stared in awe at the full lips that filled his field of view. Even just Sebastian’s lips looked to be the size of a sofa! James soon found himself so close to the titan’s mouth that he could actually feel Seb’s breath against his skin. James found that he was more excited than he could have ever imagined as he leaned in closer and placed a both hands against the titans face and slowly brought his lips against Seb’s own.

             There was no way that James could ever hope to plant a kiss on both of Seb’s lips. Seb was just so massive that the best James could hope for was to kiss just the top lip, but that was more than enough. Feeling the soft, supple flesh of his friend’s lip against his own caused butterflies to well up in his stomach and blood to rush to his groin.

             Eventually, the two pulled apart and took a moment to take stock of what had just happened.

             “Wow…” James murmured.

“I take that to mean you liked it?” Seb asked.

             “Of course! That was amazing!” James replied.

             “Then not bad for a first kiss, then?” Seb asked with a playful smirk.

             “T-that was your first!?” James sputtered.

             “Believe it or not,” Seb replied.

             “In that case, maybe I can offer you some pointers. I mean… if you’re looking to get some more practice in,” James said awkwardly.

             “I have all night,” Seb said with an impish wink.

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A new fic for you guys! This is a not-so-subtle bit of congratulations to BRK, the metabods guy, for 25 years of transformative goodness. 

Like many people his age, Brian is in a bit of a funk. With no real prospects after college, he ended up back in his hometown with his friends, but it looks like there are big things on the horizon for his 25th birthday. 

             Brian laid back and stared up at the stars. His two friends, Kyle and Rami, had dragged him out to the field they used to camp out at a lot when they were younger. It was strange how easily he had slipped back into his old haunts and his old hangouts. Like many guys his age he had gone to college, graduated, and then failed to find any decent work, and eventually ended up back at his parents’ place working for minimum wage at the local grocery store. His friends hadn’t fared much better.

             As Brian stared up at the stars above, he was only vaguely aware that his friends were fishing something out of the trunk of the car they had all arrived in. Brian heard the click of a lighter, and then the familiar tune of that one birthday song that everyone seemed to know.

             “Happy birthday to you,” Kyle sang.

             “You live in a zoo,” Rami continued.

             “You look like a monkey,” Kyle sang.

             “And you smell like one too!” both of them finished.

             “Very funny,” Brian said and rolled his eyes. He got up from where he was reclining. He dusted grass off his clothes as he looked back at his friends and the small cake they had in their hands. The small, vaguely dome-shaped pastry only had a single lit candle on top of it.

             “We ordered it for you from Mimsy. This was the biggest size they had,” Kyle explained.

             “Why did you think ordering a birthday cake from a cupcake bakery was a good idea in the first place?” Rami asked.

             “Where else would I have gone? Fucking Walmart!? No way!” Kyle scoffed.

             “Well, I think it looks great,” Brian said with a laugh.

             “So, you gonna make a wish?” Rami asked.

             “I suppose I ought to…” Brian mused. Truth be told he hadn’t even thought about it until Rami mentioned it. Wishing on a birthday candle seemed so childish. Not to mention, he had no idea what he would even wish for. A good job? A nice little apartment in the city in walking distance of a coffee shop? Enough money to live comfortably? It was almost disappointing how growing up had made his wishes so boring. Just thinking about how dull he had become made him want to wish for something absolutely outlandish like when he was a kid, but what? Laser eyebeams? Flight? Teleportation? Was this his birthday or his X-men initiation? The thought of him being some superhero made him smirk in spite himself.

             “Ooooh. I see that smirk. Thinking of something good, aren’t ya?” Kyle teased.

             “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Brian teased back.

             “We would like to know! Tell us!” Rami cheered.

             “You know if I tell you, it won’t come true,” Brian said and rolled his eyes.

             “Well, whatever you wish for, it’s gonna be something big!” Kyle said.

             “Yeah! A big wish for your big day! It’s the big Two Five after all,” Rami cheered.

             Brian’s eyes were starting to get tired from rolling so much. “What’s so big about it? I hit all my major checkpoints already. I got to drive at sixteen. I got to fu- vote at eighteen. I got to drink at twenty-one. There are no major events to look forward to,” Brian explained.

             “Then make your own event!” Kyle replied.

             “Maybe this is the year you finally suck your own dick,” Rami teased.

             Brian tried to roll his eyes again but only managed a twitch. They weren’t all as gifted as Rami. Brian could take up contortionism and still not pull it off, and it wasn’t just his pecker that was coming up short. Brian barely reached his buddy’s shoulders. Brian was only a bit over five feet tall. Meanwhile, his buddies were closing in on six feet. Brian had always felt like a shrimp next to his pals, and the fact that they had continued to sculpt their bodies after high school just made their size disparity even more pronounced.

             Brian scoffed a bit more loudly than he intended to which caused both pals to give him a curious glance.

             “Yeah. You know what? I do have a wish. Hand me that cake,” Brian said. Rami and Kyle shrugged and lifted the small tray up towards Brian’s face so he could blow out the candles.

             The words echoed in Brian’s head. Bigger. Bigger. BIGGER! That’s what he wanted! He wanted to be big. He wanted to be bigger than big! He wanted to be huge! His pals would look up to HIM!

             Brian let out a sharp burst of air which hissed through his gritted teeth. The flame on the singular candle shuddered and faded into a dull ember that sizzled on the tip of the wick, and then… nothing.

             Brian let out a sigh that was equal parts disappointment and relief. He knew that he was silly for even trying to make a wish, but that didn’t stop him from wanting it. For a brief second there he genuinely believed that it would work despite all evidence to the contrary.

             After that, the night was a bit of a haze. The three friends split the small cake (or giant cupcake, depending on your perspective) into thirds and each had a slice. They put up their tents and hung out around the campfire telling stories and lamenting about the fun they had in college and high school. Eventually, the fire started to burn out, and the three buds decided to prepare for bed. They had just about finished setting up their tents and rolling out their sleeping bags when Rami stopped them.

             “Wait! Hold on!” Rami said suddenly.

             “What’s up” Brian asked.

             Rami lifted his arm and tapped his watch. Kyle and Brian both looked at his watch and back to one another and shrugged. Rami was one of the few people either of them knew that still wore a watch. Most folk just used their phones, but Rami was old school like that.

             “It’s 11:59.” Rami said.

             “Yeah. It’s midnight. So?” Brian asked.

             “Soooo… It will officially be your birthday in 10… 9… 8…” Rami counted.

             “So? We already did the cake,” Brian replied.

             “2… 1…” Rami counted.

             “Happy Birthday!” Kyle and Rami shouted in unison.

             Brian rolled his eyes yet again, but he couldn’t help but smirk at his friend’s antics. He was just about to make a comment, but he suddenly stopped when he felt something strange. His skin felt warm and tingly, but there was more to it than that. There was a sensation he had never felt before. He couldn’t put his finger on it. It was almost like his skin was stretching, but that made no sense at all.

             Brian glanced down at himself and marveled at what he was seeing. His clothes looked odd. His formerly loose shirt fit him better. His shorts were shorter. It was as if his clothes were shrinking! He quickly glanced up at his friends and saw that they were both staring at him in shock and awe. Brian was now as tall as his friends! How could that be? That would mean he had to have gained at least eight inches in height in the past few moments.

             Could it be? Was he really growing? Had his wish come true? Brian tried to stifle his own laughter. This was more than just a dream come true. Feeling his body surge in size was invigorating and empowering in ways he never dreamed possible. Soon he was standing a full head higher than his pals. The glove was on the other foot. Now THEY were the short ones. It was so strange and surreal to see his friends looking up to HIM for a change. Seeing the look of awe and excitement in their eyes made Brian positively giddy. He wanted them to keep staring as he grew and grew.

             It wasn’t long before Brian’s t-shirt was more like a crop top and his cargos were more like booty shorts. His clothes clung to him like a second skin. It was clear that his clothes wouldn’t withstand the steady onslaught of his swelling form. Already his shoes had begun to burst open on the sides causing his feet to spill out over the rubber soles. The seams of his shorts began to pop and fray. The cotton of his t-shirt strained audibly under his lean, lithe bod.

             Brian was now so huge that his pals were eye level with his exposed belly button. As Brian glanced down, he noticed that aside from his size, his body looked more or less the same. He was still as slim and slender as ever, there was just a lot more of him… with the exception of one key place.

             The button on the fly of his shorts exploded off and whizzed past his pal’s heads. The zipper wrenched open as Brian’s cloth-covered package spilled out from behind his fly. There was no doubt about it. His cock and balls were huge! Even had he not been over ten feet tall, his bait and tackle would look at home on a porn star!

             Brian’s clothing continued to rend and tear. The stitches popped. The fabric frayed. Large tears appeared in his shirt causing more and more of the skin beneath to spill into view. The sides of his shorts burst open causing his hips to spill into view. Soon after the last tatters of his t-shirt gave up the ghost leaving him clad in nothing but his once loose and airy boxers. The boxers were now packed beyond capacity. The force of his swollen cock and balls against the front of his underoos caused his skivvies to dig so deep into his bubbly backside that he may as well have been wearing a thong. The front of his boxers was packed to the brim with cock and balls. His shorts were so over-stuffed that his nuts were barely contained. His sack began to slip out through the over-stretched leg holes. His cock was all but exposed. Only the swollen head of his enormous schlong managed to stay in the shorts, and even that was starting to show through thanks to the wide-open fly of his filled-to-bursting boxers.

             Brian’s boxers soon joined the rest of his attire in the hereafter. The sides split. The fabric fell like ticker tape at a parade, and Brian’s massive cock spilled out into full view. Rami and Kyle both gasped as they found themselves staring down a thick rod that was almost as wide as they were. Brain was so tall that his pals were now eyelevel with his crotch. His chubbed up cock now dangled down almost to his knees. His nut sack was almost as big as his head! Either enormous orb was bigger than his balled-up fist! That of course meant that his nuts were the size of his pal’s heads!

             “God, you’re huge!” Kyle gasped in shock. And Brian wasn’t even done growing yet.

             “I know!” Brian replied, beaming with pride. He felt like flexing to show off his size, but he lacked to muscles to really make the gesture work. He was still as slim and lanky as he had always been. Brian silently wondered if it was too late to add muscles to his birthday wish, but he was so excited by his new height that he didn’t divert a lot of brain power to the thought. Instead, he put his hands on his hips and stared down at his dwindling pals.

             Brian continued to grow and swell. With each passing moment he grew taller and taller. Soon his friends were eye level with his thighs and then his knees. By the time Brian’s growth finally started to taper off, his pals had to look up just to see his knees! They only reached up to his shins! Brian was so excited. His mind was racing. How huge was he now? The only frame of reference he had was his friends and the tents they had assembled. Further up the hill he could see the car they had drove in on, but he couldn’t quite get a feel for how small it would be from this distance. Whatever the case may be, Brian estimated he had to be as tall as a two-story house. So how tall was that? Twenty feet? He had to be taller than that. So what? Twenty five?

             Brian smirked at the realization. The big Two Five indeed. He was almost five times taller than his two pals, and a full five times taller than he had been just an hour ago.

             Brian was grinning from ear to ear as he squatted down before his two tiny pals. As he dropped into a Slav squat, his balls and cock rested solidly on the earth beneath him. “I could get used to this,” Brian said.

             “Me too,” Rami said as he stared up as his titanic friend.

             Brian glanced down at his pal and noticed that Rami’s prodigious pecker was straining against the front of his shorts.

             “I think you like this almost as much as I do,” Brian said with a chuckle. He reached down and pressed a giant fingertip against the front of his pal’s throbbing erection. “It doesn’t seem as big as I remember,” Brian teased.

             “That’s just because you’re huge!” Rami replied breathlessly.

             “And hung!” Kyle chimed in.

             “Indeed,” Brian replied with a smirk. “You know. I think you were right. This IS the year I manage to suck myself off…” Brian said, his voice trailing off as if he was pondering something. There was a tense silence where the two tiny guys waited with bated breath for Brian’s next words. Finally, Brian said, “but I think it’s more fun to see if you guys can do it for me.”

             The two friends looked at each other and then at Brian’s steadily swelling rod. They were both horny as hell and ready to tackle the challenge even though the challenge was large enough to tackle them! The two friends exchanged a nod and a smirk and quickly set to work disrobing. Their shirts and shorts and shoes were cast aside in a flurry of garments leaving the two dudes standing nude before their pal’s colossal cock which threatened to dwarf their whole bodies, and it wasn’t even hard!

             Kyle and Rami rubbed their hands along their pal’s gigantic cock. Brian’s enormous member looked even more massive against their tiny hands. Their palms appeared to be the size of fleas against their pal’s steadily swelling flesh, and as Brian’s cock grew harder and harder, the two pals looked smaller and smaller in comparison. It wasn’t long at all before Brian’s cock went from semi-flaccid to semi-boned and beyond. Soon, Brian’s semi-rigid cock was jutting out directly in front of him like an engorged battering ram of raw masculinity.

             “Ooh… yeah… keep that up, little guys,” Brian moaned softly.

             The titan’s voice reverberated through the countryside. The sound of his pleasured moans were music to the ears of his two tiny friends. Kyle and Rami could not believe how horny they were. Something about being so thoroughly dwarfed by their now towering pal drove them wild, and the way his voice seemed to resonate through their very core just made the whole scenario even more erotic.

             It wasn’t long at all before large beads of pre were forming at the tip of Brian’s massive cockhead. Each bead of pre may have seemed small in comparison to the enormous, spongy head of his colossal cock, but a single droplet was the size of a cantaloupe to the two tiny pals. The beads of pre dripped from the tip of Brian’s enormous cock before slashing down like an over-filled water balloon onto the dirt below.

             The two pals soon found themselves having to reach up above their head to grab at the tip of Brian’s rigid cock. Brian smirked down at his two tiny buds as they struggled to even grip at his cock, but as much fun as it was to watch the two tinies struggle, Brian wanted them to have much more hands-on experience with his newly enhanced rod.

             Brian sat back and gestured for his pals to clamber up his thighs, which they did without hesitation. Soon Brian had a tiny stud straddling either enormous thigh. Brian’s friends were Ken-sized to him. Had Brian still been his previous height, his friends would have been barely a foot tall, but even so, Brian’s cock was a good deal taller. Seated as he was, his rock-hard rock now pressed against his pecks. Had Brian been his old height of five foot nothing, he’d have to have been sporting a foot and a half of fat fuck-stick! And at his current colossal two-story height, his dick had to be nearing eight full feet! His buddies’ heads barely reached the lower ridge of his puffed up cock head!

             Kyle and Rami wasted no time latching onto either side of Brian’s enormous rod. The two tiny studs licked and kissed and ground their bodies and cocks against their pal’s masculine spire. It wasn’t long at all before Brian was lying on his back in the middle of the open field writhing and moaning in ecstasy as the two tinies brought him ever closer to climax.

             Hearing the titan’s deep moans reverberating through their very bodies drove to two pals wild. They had so much power over such a massive person. You would think they would find this empowering, but all they could think of was how tiny they were in comparison. Brian’s pre-drooling cock towered above them. Brian’s warm, viscous fluids oozed over them and coated them head to toe. The warmth and scent of Brian’s cock and pre pervaded to two dudes’ senses. It was more than just overpowering. It was intoxicating! The two friends could feel themselves losing all sense of anything other than how huge Brian had become and how tiny they felt in comparison. They were so tiny that the veins that dotted Brian’s fully-boned shaft were fatter than their fingers!

             Against all odds, Brian managed to keep himself from cumming. His mind was lost in a fog of exquisite arousal. His whole body trembled. His cock bucked and lurched, threating to throw his two tiny passengers off at any moment, but the two buds continued to grind against Brian’s fantastic spire. As they licked at the giant shaft, they could taste Brian’s skin and sweat and pre. Lost in the sensations of their own tininess and the overwhelming presence of Brian’s massive cock and even more massive body and the feeling of Brian’s soft flesh rubbing against their oversensitive cocks steadily pushed them over the edge.

             No one was sure who came first. Brian could feel his friends spasming against his shuddering cock, and then the dam broke. Brian cried out in ecstasy as thick ropes of warm spunk arced through the cool night air. The heavy spurts of jizz crashed down all around with reverberating thuds. The ground around him quickly grew damp with jizz, but the ground was nowhere near as saturated as his two pals. Being at the epicenter, Kyle and Rami soon found themselves coated head to toe in the titan’s spunk. The thick spooge was so heavy that they felt like contestants on an old Nickelodeon game show. Brian’s thick spunk coated them so thoroughly that their own wads were completely drowned out. Had it not been for the fact that their balls nearly ached with pleasure from the sheer intensity of their own climaxes, it would have been easy to believe that they hadn’t cum at all!

             As Brian’s cock steadily deflated, so two did his two pals. Now exhausted from not just their own orgasms but from the monumental task of taking on Brian’s spire, Kyle and Rami slumped down on either side of Brian’s steadily deflating semi. The two friends were so tiny compared to their towering bud that their feet barely reached Brian’s belly button as their heads rested against Brian’s chest. Even amidst the steadily-cooling cum, Kyle and Rami could feel the warmth emanating from their pal’s chest and cock.

             Brian smirked and stared up at the stars as he felt his two tiny friends nuzzle up against his cock as they napped on his chest. This was shaping up to be the best year ever, and yet, he couldn’t help but wonder if the big Two Six might be even bigger.

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Synopsis:Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. Three of them are missing. After the party is mostly reunited, the supernatural events of the night forces the remaining ones to split up yet again.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 1:15 AM ~

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A high-pitched scream resounded across the whole mansion. Theodore felt the hair on his arms and neck stand on their ends, recognizing Jenny’s cry. He turned to the other guys in the basement, stunned as well.

“That’s Jen!” He exclaimed, bolting for the staircase.

“But the door is…” Victor started, silencing once he realized it had been opened after the arrival of the two friends.

“C’mon! Stop fighting!” Seb shot at the two men on the floor before going after his pal.

Victor helped Braxton on his feet, before giving a death glare to their host still on the ground. Despite their diverging opinion on the matter, the footballer offered Dimitri his hand to pull him back up. 

“Get ready, Dimi.” Braxton spoke with a grave face, holding the gun now. “I don’t think this monster is gonna let us run all night.”

“Hey! Guys! Don’t leave me alone!” Larry cried after them, unable to walk by himself.

“Get to your room and lock your door!” His elder told him before sprinting upstairs after the jocks. “Get to safety until we come back for you!”

Dimitri didn’t bother with his brother’s complaints and kept going. As he arrived on the first floor, he had noticed how someone had barricaded the double doors of the living room with the hall’s decorative table. Abruptly, the gigantic red beast burst through the meagre obstacle. Jennifer screamed again, huddling to her boyfriend by the staircase leading up. The size of the monster was outrageous, thicker in proportions to the broad footballer and the superhero’s bodies fused together.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Victor boomed in shock at the sudden barging of the demon.

The blond guy raised his shield in a protective manner, blocking the way for Braxton and Dimitri to walk further forward. The giant’s face, illuminated by the flashlights, bared even less human-like features than earlier. The jaw had widened considerably, only to behold a rather sinister toothy grin.

“Asher, bro! Please, stop!” Dimitri begged.

“Asher?!” Sebastian and the couple exclaimed at the same time.

The towering creature kicked the table and the door remnants from its way with feet that would befit a bear. It sized the terrified adults in the hall with amused malice, scratching the lewd display of its naked crotch — a massive drooling dong, half hard, twitched with every step, spewing more sticky essence on the tiled ceramics of the foyer.

“Eww, gross! That thing’s nutting all over your floor, Dimi!” Theodore expressed with disgust.

“Ain’t it gay to stare at a guy’s dick, Theo?” The monster taunted at the nerd, walking forward.

“Hey!” Sebastian stepped in between the two, baring a fist in lieu of his forgotten axe. “If you are going to turn on us, you’d better fight against someone of your own size!”

“Don’t make me laugh, Seb! You’re not even HALF my size!” The massive brute chuckled at the valiancy of the lumberjack.

Just as things couldn’t seem more out of hand, a second monster walked into the hall, behind the so-called Asher. Instead of looking butch and burly, this one appeared way thinner, almost atrophied in comparison to the other, but huge nonetheless. Taller than the red behemoth, the arriving beast had a dirty blondish hue to the fur-like hair that covered most of its body — with a twinge of ashy grey.

“Fuck, Ash, that felt good!” The lighter-haired giant groaned in bliss, stretching and relishing its joints popping into place.

“W— Wesley?” Jennifer called timidly. “Is… is that you?”

“Wesley?!” The boys cried out in shock.

“Missed me, guys?” The creature asked with a smug face, grabbing Asher’s shoulders with its long and clawed fingers, playfully shoving it.

“Enough of this nonsense!” Victor snapped. “These things are messing with us! They’re not our friends!”

“No! They are!” The sole girl in the room insisted, pulling free from her lover’s embrace.

“Shut up, woman!”

“No, you shut up, you piece of shit!” Jennifer asserted. “I saw it! That thing… it turned Wes into this… this monster!”

“Nonsense!” The superhero denied, pivoting to Braxton who held onto Dimi’s shotgun. “Show them, Brax! Kill those freaks!”

“No! Brax, wait!” Dimitri uttered.

“Shoot!”

“No!”

BAM.

The pressured footballer shot at the lankier monster, hoping it would be more vulnerable than the bear-sized beast. Cries echoed in the vast hall. Wesley fell to his knees as the bullet hit him and blasted into dust. The same crimson hue as with Asher earlier spread through the new target. Watching his pal drop to all fours on the ground, the red creature growled ferociously at the trio by the staircase.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” Asher snarled, baring its fangs as his jaw suddenly popped and cracked, jutting forward into a harmful maw.

“What… what the fuck?! You, fucking queer monster!” Victor stepped back, fearing for his life.

The monster roared at them menacingly, out of spite.

“Run!” The superhero ironically ordered, jumping out of the way and exposing the two other guys to the beast.

Asher leaped at them. Both Braxton and Dimitri bolted down the stairs in a clumsy attempt to avoid the behemoth. The host tumbled in his dad’s tight boots, hitting the wall hard by the sharp corner midway. Only when the footballer turned around did he see his friend slip the last of the steps.

“Dimi!” He cried.

“What’s going on?!” Larry’s voice echoed from the theatre room.

Braxton rushed for Dimitri when the gigantic red beast suddenly loomed over him.

“Get away from him!” He yelled, charging and shooting at the monster once more.

Asher stepped back, then stumbled himself in the stairs. Braxton benefited of this small moment of tranquility to help his stunned friend on his feet.

“You… you shouldn’t have done that, Brax…” Dimitri groaned, groggy.

“It’ll buy us some time! Let’s go.”

“Ge— get my brother back upstairs, Brax! Ba— barricade the door!”

“What?! We can’t let you down here, man!”

“Hear me out! I’ll exit through the backdoor! Let’s trap… that thing here!”

Before Braxton could add anything, the fiery monster, whose face looked more akin to that of a bear or a werewolf, roared back at the two thick adults. Its head appeared even more sinister and devil-like. Small horns poked from the beast’s forehead, its humanity draining more with each bullet it took.

“I’ll lure it!” Dimitri whispered to his friend.

Without further ado, the footballer nodded. He handed the cowboy his shotgun back, but Dimitri let him have it.

“Keep it and help the others upstairs!”

“Got it! Stay safe, bro!”

Braxton ran into the theatre, where Asher had not moved from his seat near the bar-room. He still had the glass shard deeply stuck into his foot arch, a livid grimace stretched onto his stubbly face.

“What’s going on, Brax?” The wounded lad asked, his foot on his thigh to prevent bleeding too much. “What’s happening?”

“Let’s get to safety, man!”

Just then, Dimitri entered the room, taunting Asher to follow him. The monster, far taller and wider than the door now, barely could get through without breaking the frame altogether. Its horns scratched and ruined the ceiling, plaster raining down on the demon’s head. It glanced briefly at the two young men at the other end of the theatre before Dimitri blinded him with his flashlight.

“Hey, Ash! Look at me, bro! Come on! Try and catch me if you can!” The host beckoned.

Asher, despite the light going straight at him, glared in the direction of Dimitri, his red eyes shining like irradiated rubies. Its maw full of fangs showed strings of saliva that gave the impression of hunger. The beast’s body turned to face the cowboy, grinning cunningly at him.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way, Dimi.” It beamed before darting toward him.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 1:25 AM ~

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“Wes!” Jennifer reached for the creature on its knees in the hall.

While the so-called Asher ran after Dimitri and Braxton down the stairs, Sebastian and the couple went for the seemingly agonizing beast on the ground. Even on all fours, the eight-foot monster of a man appeared gigantic to them. The red energy that wrapped the behemoth ceased almost instantly. Jennifer screamed in fear as the shoulders of the lanky creature puffed like dough in the oven, bubbling and swelling with size, spreading farther one from the other. The previously gangly build of the giant broadened as its lats surged wider than ever, thick corded muscle taking form under the increasingly hairier skin.

“WAAARRRGGGGGHH!” The monster roared, raising its head abruptly.

The whole skeleton of the beast firmed up. While it did not look anywhere close to the bulky bellied behemoth from earlier, its musculature had notably grown. It stretched to a rather athletic frame, almost bodybuilder size, even. The claws that jutted out of its long sausage-thick fingers growing more prominent and threatening, scratching and cracking the tiled floors. The red of its eyes shifted to a deeper crimson shade, appearing more demonic by the second.

“Wes?” Sebastian gasped, trying to step closer while Jennifer and Theodore backed out. “Is that really you in there?”

A dreadful pop resonated as its jaw widened into a fearful drooling maw. The giant humanoid turned its head toward the lumberjack-now-blue-collar, never letting go of its hysteric-looking leer.

“Yes, Seb, that’s me.” It responded, getting back on its legs.

The hirsute bear of a man stood back on its feet, reaching upward and then some. Lanky stoned Wes had transformed into an eight-foot-tall jacked monster. While they could have made out some sort of resemblance with his face earlier, the last growth spurt had not left it unaltered. The thick stubbly chin had changed the previously angular shape considerably.

“What… what happened to you, man?” Sebastian asked, his eyes teary.

“Smoked a guy’s fag.” The beast shot before booming with laughter, like this was all a joke. “Ain’t you gonna try smoking mine, bro?”

Shamelessly, Wesley grabbed a handful of his semi-soft yet leaking monster cock — the thing looked to be at least a foot long and not even completely hard. Sebastian jerked back in shock, glancing down at the lewd display with appalled concern.

“Wes! What the fuck! What’s gotten into you!” His childhood friend snapped.

“I stopped running away… and perhaps you should as well!” He declared, approaching him.

“Don’t— stay back!” The lumberjack cried in astonishment, attempting to step away.

But that just wouldn’t do. The transformed lad was not intending on leaving him alone. A few seconds later, Sebastian was dashing for his dear life across the hall, Wesley going after him like a crazed dog with rabies. 

“Seb!” Jennifer worried as she saw them bolting for the dining room.

“What’s going on, here?!” Braxton said, climbing up the stairs into the foyer with Larry on his shoulder.

“It’s Seb! Wes went after him!” The girl exclaimed, huddling against her boyfriend.

“Where are they at?” The footballer asked, putting the wounded lad by the steps.

“Oh my God! What happened to you?!” Jenny gasped, pointing the brother’s bleeding foot.

“Walked on glass.” He gritted between his teeth. “What’s going on with Wes?”

“Jen says he turned into a monster like Asher.” Braxton spoke. “But, first, we’ve gotta help Seb!”

“Get him in the bathroom then, you guys, go help Seb!” The fairy commanded, leading the way. “I’ll patch him up!”

The lanky lumberjack had always had the advantage when sprinting against his peers. While not a runner at all, his tall legs made his strides long and easy to cover lengthier distances. Sebastian crossed the whole dining room, lightened by the supernatural fire in the fireplace. With nowhere to escape to, he locked himself in the kitchen. He doubted the door would suffice to protect him from the monster taking aim at him. Seb glanced around, trying to find a way out, but apart from the pantry, there were no more means out. Suddenly, the kitchen door burst opened, kicked off its hinges. The beast barged in, no sweat at all.

“You’ve always been the fastest, Seb.” Wesley ducked into the room, grinning at him. “Not so much anymore, shortie, huh?”

“Look, Wes… even if you are the imposter or anything, man… let’s just talk, okay?” The orange-vest guy spoke.

Stretching back to it towering height, the creature actually hit its head on the eight-foot-tall ceiling. Unfazed, its gleaming red eyes trailed every movement of the frightened lad. The kitchen was a dead end. Even if Sebastian attempted to jump through a window, he’d probably just hurt himself from the screen or the fall.

“So you think I’m the imposter, man?” Wes taunted, leaning on the short doorframe, a broad grin spread on his prominent jaw. “Admit it loud and clear if you want to lose already.”

“I don’t know!” Seb shouted, anxious that the beast would never leave an opening for him to flee.

“Remember when we used to play tag? How much you laughed at me for being too slow?”

“If I’ve ever been mean to you, Wes, I’m sorry!” Sebastian cried out. “I was just teasing you cause I liked you, man!”

“Ah! Now you’re just being a big drama queen. I’m just teasing you myself, Seb.”

“What?”

“Gee, you’re slower than me tonight. That says a lot, man!” Wes chuckled, scratching then grabbing his junk. “Perhaps this should help you out?”

“What?! No! Fuck off! You’re not Wes! Wes ain’t g—…”

“Wes has ALWAYS been gay. Or bisexual would probably better. Or even pansexual.”

“No! I’ve known Wes since we were kids! Wes had always hated…”

“Wes had always hated HIMSELF!” The beast spoke louder, silencing the man. “You’ve known Wes as a conflicted unassuming child!”

“But… would that mean… Wes was faking all along?”

“Faking would be a wide stretch!” He guffawed, making Sebastian back off in fear at the exclamation. “I’d rather say old-Wesley only repressed and denied who he was all along!”

“Then…” Seb mumbled. “Does that mean… Wes was the imposter all along?”

“Say what?” Wesley enticed. “Care to repeat it louder?”

“Were you the imposter?” Sebastian inquired with betrayal.

“Don’t ask — declare it with conviction!”

The scared man bit his tongue. The smile stretched on Wes’s face did not inspire him confidence. Then, he remembered the rules they were narrated earlier — guessing wrong would make him lose. On the opposite, speaking right would put an end to this hellish nightmare. Sebastian could tell the beast figured his conflict. The way it had encouraged him to claim it as the imposter could have been Wes reaching out for him, using his late sacrifice to let them go. However, it could also have been this twisted perverted version of his childhood friend trying to make him lose.

And honestly, if he had to give up on himself for Wesley, even if that’s just to rule out Wes as a potential faker for his buddies, he would have done it… if it was not for his girl waiting back for him in the shed. The thought of Mathilda lying all alone in the shack hit him like brick thrown at his face. The game was real — she could not fall asleep or she would lose.

“Mathilda!” Sebastian exclaimed. “Wes — please, man — just let me go!”

“What’s gotten into you, Seb?” Wes feigned surprise.

“You sick bastard! I trusted you! If you’ve laid a single hand on her—…”

“Then what?”

Right then, a voice surged from the dining room.

“Seb?! Where are you?!”

That was Braxton.

“I’m coming for you, man!” The footballer cried. “These fuckers ain’t got anything on us!”

“Someone! Go check on Mathilda!” The lumberjack pleaded.

“What?”

“She’s in the shed! Make sure she did not fall asleep!”

“But what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me! Just get her to safety!”

Sebastian heard steps walking away and some people talking — probably Theo and Braxton. If it hadn’t been for being trapped in the kitchen with the lewd monstrous version of Wesley, he would have gone to check on Mathilda in a heartbeat. Yet, he was stuck here, powerless, with the gigantic creature his friend apparently became.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 1:45 AM ~

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Braxton sprinted to the shed. Theodore tried catching up with him, but the tall footballer proved to be a better runner — he used to be a Running Back after all. Braxton was not really sure of the directions to take, forcing him to wait on the short wizard holding the flashlight.

“There it is!” Theo exclaimed. “Mathilda! Are you in there?”

“Mathilda!” Braxton repeated.

The lights of the shed were shut. Where there were no sounds at first, a deep guttural growl made itself heard from inside the outbuilding. Braxton held firmly onto the shotgun, aiming it at the door. It opened with a frightful slowness, creaking obnoxiously. A figure started to detach from the shadows as a virile voice boomed at them.

“There’s no Mathilda in here!”

Braxton saw Theodore step back and gasp — he probably did the same without realizing it. To their horror, the two men outside witnessed a gigantic beast ducking out of the cabin.

“For fuck’s sake!” Braxton blurted out in befuddlement, slightly lowering the gun in shock.

Lightened by the moon and Theo’s shaking torch, the giant in front of them looked almost as tall as the shed. The seven-foot Latino was covered in ink-black hair. His massive chest and dark nipples were nearly obscured under a rag of bristles, snaking down its shredded six-pack to the forest-like bush framing a hard, drooling monster cock. Ridiculously, the behemoth had an opened flannel vest on its shoulders. The enviable biceps had burst the sleeves apart — the stupefied men wouldn’t be surprised if the back of the gilet had split wide either on the broad juggernaut. The toque they realized Sebastian had been missing now saw on the head of the giant, whom also held the forgotten axe.

“My name is Matt.” Its deep voice declared, the resonance shaking the two diminutive guys in front of him.

“Matt… as in Mathilda?!” Theo fathomed. “This can’t be… that means…”

“That means I lost the game.” It continued, a toothy grin stretching across its large face.

“But… but how?! This!” Braxton pointed with the gun at the beast’s crotch. “Mathilda ain’t a dude!”

“I guess she just grew some balls, literally.” Matt chuckled, giving his boner a few jerks, pulling it aside to show them.

“This is not just a game with consequences!” Theo exclaimed. “This is witchcraft!”

“How ironic of you to say that.” The monster smirked at the wizard before basking in bliss, quickening the pace of its lewd strokes.

“Stop that! That’s gross and disgusting!” The footballer scorned with a shake of his head.

“Fuck… if that’s what it feels like to be a man, I don’t ever want to go back.” It spoke, deaf to the disdain of the boys. “Wanna chop down some wood with me, guys?”

“What do we do now, Brax? We can’t bring her… or him back!” Theo realized, stepping away.

“Don’t you guys wish to know what it’s like to be like this?” Matt goaded on, raising his free arm and flexing, a few resisting threads snapping while doing so. “Muscular, big, and tall?”

“This… this is wrong!” Braxton stuttered, beet red.

“Wrong?” Matt chimed. “And ruining your teammate’s life because he was gay is right?”

“I… I…”

“Don’t lecture us on what’s good and bad!” Theo stepped in. “I’m pretty sure all of us, except maybe Wes, is pretty damn conscious what we’ve done wasn’t right! So let us be!”

“Let you be so you can go back to being assholes after this night’s over? Where’s the lesson in that?”

“We’ve had our lesson!”

“Old habits die hard, I’m afraid.” The giant sniggered. “How about you just accept it your punishment and get on my fat cock instead?”

“Bro, we’re not fucking fags!” The wizard spurned.

“There you go again. Sounds like you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

“Do we… would we get big and tall for real?” Braxton timidly questioned, which was uncommon for the usually loud man.

“Doesn’t Mathilda look like a doll compared to me?” The massive creature grinned, contracting its arm.

“Bro, are you for real?!” Theo turned at Braxton with bewilderment.

“Fuck off! Just asking!” The footballer growled back at him. “Aren’t you tired of being so fuckin’ small, Theo?!”

“What?! I mean… I wouldn’t mind being a bit taller, but I’m fine with the way I am too!”

“Right, cause I’m sure girls looove little shrimps!” The jock snarked.

“I’m big where it counts, bro! If you’re having issues even at your size, you’re having a fuckin’ problem, bro!”

Braxton turned around and aimed the gun at Theodore, making the wizard grow livid instantly. The shorter man gasped and actually feared for his life. Braxton gritted his teeth, his adrenaline through the roof, hormones boiling within him. Targeting toward Theo had been an impulse keen to when he ruined Richard’s life.

“Don’t make me.” The footballer advised. “Now, little Theo will listen and go back inside. He will tell the others Braxton is taking care of it and to not look out for him until he comes back.”

“You’re a maniac, bro.” Theodore murmured, arms in the air and stepping back.

“Do it!”

Theodore yelped and ran back for the mansion, leaving the footballer alone with the silent but still stroking beast. Braxton turned around at the towering Matt, whose expression showed amusement. The juggernaut approached him, yet Braxton spun and raised the gun once more. Confusion spread upon the Latino’s face.

“Don’t move.”

It obeyed. Despite standing immobile, it kept jacking off openly, spewing precum all over the grass. The slick sounds of the strokes distracted the disgusted jock.

“Dude, please stop. That’s gay.” Braxton commented, slowly dropping his aim to the ground.

“Weren’t you used to see your team beat off in the showers?” Matt asked.

Images of the past surged back to the footballer. When he showered with the boys the first few times, he had put on a pair of underwear, self-conscious of what other guys would think. However, after a couple practices with the crew and a few teasings, he forced himself to try at least once to go in the nude.

Seeing the lads sport hardons wasn’t new — he was getting used to it. A round of applause and whistles welcomed him when he entered naked, the older ones stating he was finally over the rookie’s prudishness. It was the very same day where he saw one of the teammates openly jacking off in the shower. He could still remember the slick sounds of his strokes, the wanks heard in tandem with the deviated water jets on the wall. Some of the athletes teased their comrade rubbing one out, calling him gay and names. Braxton agreed with them, believing the remarks as true, until he found them join in a jerk circle in the middle of the crew. The teen could not understand it and excused himself, leaving the room unwashed.

After the next practice, one of the older players, a senior, told him there was no shame in wanking off in the showers with the guys. There was nothing gay about — just pals relieving the tension after a good workout. Heck, they weren’t getting off on staring at their mates’ butts or dicks or muscles. That would be gay indeed! Braxton didn’t join in the jerk circle frenzies until the end of the season, too uncomfortable to do so before. That was their secret after all. A bond that united them as brothers.

“I… sometimes, yeah.” Braxton said, averting his eyes, blushing as he remembered. “But I was minding my own business. That’s all.”

“Yeah, you couldn’t stare up at them too long. That would be gay, right?”

“Indeed.”

“Stop staring, Brax. That’s gay.” A voice surfaced on the depths of Braxton’s mind, recalling the time where Scott, the quarterback, noticed him glancing for too long at his dick.

“Huh… sorry, bro. Was thinking about girls.” Braxton had replied, blushing red and looking away.

“Let him be.” Another teammate said with a coy smile. “Brax loves big clit chicks!” 

“That’s not true! Ahh… fuck off guys!” The Running Back groaned. “I was… I was…”

“You what, bro?”

“I was just wondering how a girl could take something that big, bro.” He blushed, pointing at the nine-incher Scott sported.

“Oh! I guess that’s legit, man.” Another guy commented. “How do you do, Scott?”

“You guys have never fucked your girl in the ass?”

“Eww, dude, that’s nasty!” One chimed in.

“It’s pretty chill, guys.” Scott winked. “It hella tighter than puss and much deeper. And you can’t get her preggo, so no need for magnums!”

“Duuude.”

The memories vanished once more as Braxton saw Matt approaching him. The alerted footballer raised his gun again, ordering the beast to stop moving.

“Why did you?” Matt asked.

“Why did I what?”

“Why did you turn on the others?”

“I didn’t turn on anyone!” Braxton fumed, preparing to shoot.

“Is this the muscles?” The behemoth arched a bicep, smirking at him.

“Fuck off!”

“Perhaps…” The beast brought both of its arms to its narrow hips — yet wider than Brax — , stretching and flexing. “The size itself?”

Braxton suddenly grew weak at the side, watching the massive monster rise like a tower of lean but athletic heft. Unconsciously, he dropped the gun’s aim to the ground, marvelling at the sheer magnitude before him.

“You like that, Brax?” Matt taunted with a knowing grin, then gesturing down.

The disguised man looked down and realized with horror a bulge tented his trousers. Just like when he trained with Richard Biggs. He pictured them and the rest of the team, working out at the gym. Richard was the newbie that season. Similarly to Braxton himself in the past, Richard took a while adjusting to the brotherhood. After he finally fit in, the guy was simply like any of his other jocks.

The memory that came to Braxton in this very instant was the time where he saw the man squat a personal best: 350 pounds. That was heavier than Brax could lift then — they were teens after all. Still, Braxton offered to spot him in case anything went wrong. Watching the tower rise all the way to 6′6″ and stooping back down had triggered something Braxton himself had not realized before. It was not only the idea of being taller than everyone that had motivated him to train, but the thought of boundless growth.

Braxton was not into boys, but into the growth that made him a man. The growth that had made him a tall — yet short — guy among his peers. A size women gawked at. A size that imbued respect and sheer masculinity. In the end, he just wanted to shine and be admired — nothing more, nothing less.

“I’ve always wanted to be bigger… taller.”

“You’re already pretty big, aren’t you?”

“No.” He shook. “Not at all. I wanted to be bigger. To be a star on the field, someone people aspired to look up to.”

“And you think that hurting homosexuals is a way to achieve that?”

“It happened once! Or, okay, maybe a few times, but the reason why I did this to Richard was because I couldn’t stand how much better he was!” He cried, shaking as he finally said what had tormented him for years. “Yes, I outed him. Yes, I hated him, but that’s only cause I was fucking jealous! A stupid jealous prick!”

The footballer’s body trembled, flushed with indignation and sorrow. The mocking grin of the monster softened, almost showing consideration.

“How about you make up for it?”

“What?”

“You’ve already let your friends know you might not come back. Just lose the game to me and you’ll become what you desire.”

“How?”

“By letting me fuck you.”

Braxton’s face grew livid. The tent he had pitched earlier had completely softened at this point.

“There’s no way you’ll be able to suck me, so this leaves it up to your ass.” Matt grinned smugly.

“No… fucking… way…”

“Yes way. Consider that a good introduction to your gay life!”

“But… I don’t want to be gay!”

“Is being gay a bad thing?”

“Well… I just… I guess not… but… I don’t want to be made fun of for being a queer!”

“Then join us and let’s make the world a better place, where nobody shall make fun of gays anymore.”

The utopian declaration almost made Braxton laugh. And he wanted to burst hysterically. He wasn’t even sure what to think anymore. Was he really about to trade his heterosexuality for the size of his dreams? To sell his soul to these demons?

Matt moved toward him, seized the shotgun then threw it away. Braxton looked up at the massive Latino. The glowing red eyes, their gaze intensely hypnotic, still had him deeply conflicted on his decision. On one side, he wanted to just forget about all of this and return to his normal straight life. On the other end, this screamed not only like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, also an act of redemption for his past deeds.

The shivering man felt the big clawed hand of the giant grab his shoulders with a firm grip. The contact warmed him, the palm burning with virile energy. Braxton tried not to show his nervousness. The toothy smile almost looked reassuring — if not for the fangs.

“Turn around if you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.” He gasped, biting his tongue, but spun anyway.

“Drop to all fours. You ever did anal, before?”

Braxton fell to his knees and hands. His heart beat so hard it felt as if he could spit it out. He swallowed his saliva, his mouth growing pasty.

“Yeah, but never on this end.” He dryly said, thighs and shoulders tensed.

He could still run for it. The sensation of the soft earth under his knees and fingers. The smell of grass and leaves — the chilly air against his skin. He exhaled, some condensation clouding before him as his eyes focussed on the mansion in the distance. With the football uniform, Braxton could only project himself into a game. The dark sky, only illuminated by the full moon, reminded him of the weak lighting of their school’s grounds at night. He could feel his quivering body whelming him with adrenaline. But there were no opponents on the field. Only him, showing his tight end to the gigantic Matt.

Matt palmed the asscheeks, testing the firmness of the Running Back’s behind. Braxton gritted his teeth, lowering his head slightly as his whole self tensed in fear and repulsion. The angel and the demon on his shoulders cried contradictions, splitting him further into dilemma.

“RUN!” A voice echoed from the back of his mind.

“STAY!” Another commanded.

“YouDON’T want this!”

“YouDO want this!”

“You are NOTgay!”

“YouWILL be gay!”

“STOP!” Braxton exclaimed aloud, the voices suddenly silenced.

“Having second thoughts?” Matt chuckled, his hand still on his ass although motionless.

“I… I don’t know… I’m not gay, man…”

“Shhh… everything will be right…” The giant comforted, slowly pulling the footballers’ pants down.

“I’m… I’m not so sure anymore, man…” Braxton whined, squirming as the trousers exposed his hard-trained gluteus.

“You’ll be fine… my big… gay… beast.” Matt grinned, slipping its throbbing fourteen incher into the crack of the muscle buns.

The queasy feeling procured to him forced back a new memory.

Back in senior year, after another defeat, Braxton was showering when a teammate had grabbed onto his hips and rubbed his crotch against his butt. The dick was not hard, but the player had managed to give a few humps and speak some dirty words while doing so, impersonating the then expelled Richard. The members all laughed at the mocking display of the long-gone fag — except Braxton.

“Fuck off, Zack!” He replied, pushing the prankster away.

“Dude, you’re tensed! Gotta chill out, Brax.”

“We’ve lost again! I’m in no mood to relax, bro!”

“We’ll just do better next time, Brax. No need to go all losers on this!”

“Gotta say I miss having Rich on the team, guys.” A mate added, seconded by another.

“Dude, the guy was a total fag!” Braxton outraged. “We can’t let these freaks on our team!”

“You only say that cause you didn’t get as much field play with him on the team, bro.” One of the crewmembers teased.

“Were you jealous of big Rich, Brax?”

The teammates hooted and whistled in mockery at the red Running Back.

“Jealous, my ass! I’d rather go to hell than be a fucking fairy!” He snapped before leaving the showers frustrated.

How ironic, in consideration to the deal with the devil. The erection pressing against his backdoor brought Braxton back to reality. He clenched his ass, trying to block the intrusion.

“First time?” Matt asked with a glint of playfulness.

“Yes… I already told you.”

“No, you’ve told me it was the first time in this position. You’ve never told me if you’ve ever shoved something in there.”

“No! Never!”

“Have you ever wanted to try?”

“No, that’d be fuckin’ gay!”

“Not much gayer than just enjoying the company of a man, right?”

“It’s not the same thing at all!”

“Are you sure? Have you never felt this way from a man’s touch?”

Braxton thought back to his graduation party. That night, he had brought his ex Caroline — he was one of the few players to actually have a lover and not just some tagalong at their table. The evening had started pretty well until he noticed him once more. Even if he were not a member of their school or team anymore, that had been the last time he saw Richard.

The guy had decided to come back and check on his old team and friends, accompanying a girl. Maggie was definitely not a love interest, but just another single person who wanted someone to go to prom with. Upon seeing Richard that time, Braxton realized with envy that he had seemingly grown some more, now having to duck slightly to walk through a door. Moreover, the suit he wore looked rather tight on him, as if he had it tailored before this late growth spurt.

Braxton had never hung out with Maggie — several classmates believed she was a lesbo, hence why she’d have brought the other homosexual as her date. Their table was, against all odds, right next to Braxton’s. At first, the footballer ignored the fag a few feet away, but when his babe went to chat with her girl circle, Richard came and sat on her seat, catching up with his old teammates. Their laughs and anecdotes with the person he despised the most, Braxton left the boys and headed out.

The air of the night was warm, with a slight cool breeze to appease the heat. On the sidewalk, Braxton watched the passers-by. The wind did nothing to soothe him. He glanced at his phone, wondering if his girlfriend or anyone had texted him, but no one seemed to look for him. He scrolled Facebook when a voice took him out of his bubble.

“Been a while, hasn’t it?”

Braxton jumped and turned, noticing Richard standing next to him, smoking a cigarette — that was new. The man had thickened up as well, especially around the middle. That was probably a consequence from having his leg broken a year and a half ago, which made Braxton feel bad for… and still envy him somehow. The size fit him well. He even kept that charismatic smile and bright grey eyes. He had grown some stubble and he had let his hair fill out, giving him a face akin to Jason Momoa.

“Want a smoke?” Richard asked, showing him the pack.

“No… thanks.” Braxton grumbled, before returning on his phone.

A moment of silence lingered. The shorter man fumbled on the app before moving to snapchat. The giant never left his side. Braxton eyed him without a word, watching him puff his cigarette away.

“I forgive you.” Richard said, tapping the ash from the joint, looking down.

“Fuck off.”

“You know, Brax, I hated you too.” The man confided.

“I still don’t like you.”

“That’s still an improvement from hating me.”

“Is that why you’re here tonight, Rich? To get on my back?” Braxton railed.

There was no response. Pissed, Braxton shoved his phone in his pocket and turned to head inside when Richard put a hand on his shoulder. In normal times, the Running Back would have pushed the grip away, but he just stayed and glared at the giant. The massive mitt flushed him with a heat he’s not once felt before. On the field or with his pals, they were used to rough each other up like this. However, the strong hand of Richard on his shoulder, firm, had a passionate twinge to it.

“If you ever want to talk about… anything, Brax… you still have my number, right?”

Of course he still had — in the blocked contacts list. Braxton glared at him. Something on the giant’s face beamed with sympathy, almost pity. The shorter lad felt his heart sink at the realization that Richard was sincere and not just the asshole he wanted him to be. Braxton broke their gaze and was freed the grasp. The liberation left him cold, as if his black soul consumed him without the man’s warm contact. Richard puffed, his cigarette done.

“Call me or text me whenever you want. Would be fun to catch up again sometime.”

“I won’t. Just giving you a heads up.” Braxton demurred, heading back inside.

Braxton felt himself splitting in two. The monster cock had impaled him. He yelled in horrified pain. He was doing it. He was getting fucked — fucked by a giant. The angel and the demon on his shoulders grabbed to his pads for dear life. His body was tearing apart, starting from his ass, to the top. He tried to tough through the agony, thinking it couldn’t worsen. And still, it did. The apple-sized head of the cock had penetrated him, but there was about a foot more of penis yet to enter him.

“AHH! STOP! IT HURTS!” Braxton cried, tears running down his face, muddling his werewolf makeup.

“You wished this, Brax. You want to be big. Think about how massive you’ll be. How much praise and admiration younger gays will have toward their role model — toward you.”

“It… it hurts so fucking bad, man!” He whined, bracing himself and lowering his head between his forearms, his body shivering on its own.

“You’re doing fine, big guy.”

Braxton whimpered as it felt like one of his legs dislocated to give place to the monster within. The other limb followed suit. If it had not been for Matt holding tightly onto his hips, he would have collapsed to the ground. A few more inches pushed inside him. The footballer clenched his eyes shut, his knees slipping further aside without lowering him.

“I… I don’t want it anymore! Take it out!” He screamed.

The monster shifted over him, forcing several more inches in. The hips pulled back some. Matt leaned in and whispered into his ears:

“Too late.”

Then the top slammed his dick back in — not all the way. The thrusting motion started shaking Braxton, feeling his body ripping apart.

“NOOO! HELP!”

The beast burst into laughter, rigorously shoving its throbbing erection in and out of the overstretched ass. An ass that slowly but surely began sprouting hair all over.

“But you’ve told them to not look out for you!” Matt mocked.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ve never wanted to hurt anyone! I’m so fucking sorry!” The bulky man bawled, face digging against the cold grass, his makeup more akin to mud by now.

“How does it feel to be helpless? To not have any leg to stand on and run?”

“Please! I’m sorry! I just… I just…”

“You just what?” The monster growled, hitting deeper.

The sloshing of his insides being pummelled made Braxton nauseous. His mouth opened, his face crisped yet slack at the same time. He began drooling, unable to formulate words anymore. He was losing consciousness. The incredible pain was getting too much for him. Just before Braxton knocked out, Matt gripped his shoulders firmly, pulling his sloppy stance upright… and a loud snap alerted him.

Braxton tried to yell. Just as his legs earlier, he felt one shoulder popped out its hinge. However, instead of falling down like a useless limb, Matt’s hand still kept it at the same level. Mirroring its twin, the other cracked, resulting in making the arm floppy as well.

“I’m gonna die! He’s splitting me up! I’m gonna die!” The lad mumbled, barely comprehensible.

“The old Braxton is going to die… so you can be reborn!” Matt exclaimed as his pelvis finally hit Braxton’s rump for the first time.

The footballer’s eyes snapped opened, the brown of his irises slowly shifting to a dark red. Pulling him against his jacked torso, both on their knees, Matt fucked him with renewed vigour. A burning sensation blossomed within Braxton as his uniform grew uncomfortably tight. His back crackled as he thought his spine was about to break in two.

Sensing the distress of the bottom, Matt let go of his shoulders to wrap him into his arms. While Braxton feared he would crumble apart the moment the monster released his grip, he realized this was not the case. Perplexed, he noticed his limbs were still attached to him. He could maneuver them albeit sluggishly. Furthermore, the burning he previously felt from his back and spine shifted — the suffering didn’t cease but the awareness of his body changing made the aching bearable.

“I’m… growing?” He pondered, excitement slowly replacing the dread.

“No pain, no gain, right?” Matt teased him.

“Fuck… fuck yeah!” Braxton growled with a rough outburst.

The footballer barked in laughter at the realization. His soft manhood throbbed to full mast in a few seconds. The feeling was keeping on coming and coming. The wider shoulders were pulling so hard against the uniform that the seams started to pop. The massive pectorals protruded up front with each breath intake. The ribcage followed suit and, like his whole skeleton, increased in size. The acknowledgment of his body packing on mass was alluring, addicting.

“You are going to protect the gays, right, Brax? Be a proper role model for them?”

“Yes! I will!” He growled blissfully, his eyes becoming redder by the second. “Just… make… me… BIGGER!”

Matt pushed the insatiable bottom back on all fours. The footballer had grown a foot taller, almost caught up with Matt’s size. And yet, the curse upon him fed on his compliance to change him further. The monstrous cock jackhammering his bowels did not hurt as much as before. Snarling with lust, Braxton hips started gyrating on their own, his throbbing erection trying to reel out — but also going in rhythm with the powertop behind him.

The jersey across his torso didn’t reach Brax’s midriff anymore. It began to tear on the front as well, looking more akin to a sports bra by the second. The footballer’s face widened with his frame, his mouth drooling as much as his dick. The more intensely his eyes glowed, the more his teeth changed into fangs. Simultaneously, his fat sausage-like fingers on the ground curled into the earth, lengthening and developing claws. His feet, bulging into his increasingly tight shoes, grew their own sets of deadly talons, which pierced the fabric. The breakthrough was all it took for the surging dawgs to free themselves.

Braxton relished his changes, egging them on. He wanted to be the biggest of those beasts. The biggest motherfucker to have ever roamed the Earth — a Paul Bunyan bear of a man. Matt had to keep adjusting himself to pound back at the growing giant. Whereas Braxton had been short to fuck at first, he was now exceeding his own size, his furry ass slowly rising taller.

Then, bliss. Braxton’s eyesight blurred and he saw the world from a new perspective. The once painful drilling of his titanic ass had reached greater heights he ever thought possible. Matt’s monster dong now kept hitting an unknown spot that filled his mind and body with ending satisfaction, so much that his growth came to a halt with it. His own erection started leaking precum like a faucet, coating the grass underneath him. If that’s what being gay was about… he could get used to that! Unconsciously, his ass pushed harder, his sphincter milking the massive boner within. 

The sudden paced squeezing around his cock made Matt gasp with surprise. He wouldn’t keep going for much longer before shooting up his changed bro’s hole. The footballer’s penis throbbed mightily, growing closer to the incoming ejaculation with each thrust, swelling a fraction of an inch bigger every time. Even his sack plumped, spreading out as cum churned irrationally fast within.

Without warning but a roar, Matt unloaded inside his friend’s ass. The pressure and intensity of the orgasm stuffing Braxton had him howling to the moon as his massive prick shot semen like a firehose. The flooding of Matt’s seed within him pushed the footballer’s body to greater heights, filling his stretched frame with insane amounts of dirty bulk. A layer of fat mingled with his overblown muscles, providing him an even more intimidating stature.

Braxton growled and punched the ground a few times as his bone density thickened. His middle paunch throbbed and swelled, giving him with way more padding than he would have ever needed to play Running Back, more befitting for a linebacker instead. As the orgasm finally ebbed down, Matt fell on top of the gigantic bear’s back. The Latino rested on the soft carpet of hair Braxton had grown all over — except, ironically, on his still shaved head.

The brute collapsed on the grass himself, before rolling to the side and pulling away from Matt’s shrinking monster cock. Despite being notably taller than the athletic Latino, Braxton’s penis did not match his, lengthwise, but beat him in girth. Additionally, while Matt’s own dick diminished, Braxton’s manhood kept most of its foot-long size, a shower rather than a grower. Matt cuddled up to him, wrapping an arm around the massive ballgut. The gymnast looked ironically small next to the almost nine-foot-tall behemoth of a bear.

“Avenge the gays.” Braxton grinned, panting, more than satisfied with his decision. “Convert the homophobes — until there are none.”

Synopsis: Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. One of them is missing. Things start to take a rather supernatural turn. Sweet dreams turn into hellish nightmares.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 11:30 PM ~

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Braxton had always been the biggest kid in school until he hit junior year in High School. He’d grown to six feet tall right before he started Middle School. Not only did he stand exceptionally tall for his age, but he packed on size easily, his strength comparable to a young adult. His family, his teachers, his friends — even Dimitri when they used to be neighbours — thought he would end up as a giant powerhouse.

The dream started to wane when the years kept passing and his growth had come to a halt. By the end of Middle School, the stunt of his spurt had let him on a down only he had known about. He watched his classmates pick on their own growth spurts, their difference in height slowly closing up. Nevertheless, he graduated Middle School still as one of the tallest kids, but the distinction was not as blatant as it used to be. Before his Freshman year in High School, he hoped and prayed he’d have another growth spurt and keep the title of dominion on his classmates.

When High School begun, he realized he was growing again. He had gained another inch of height. The news made him train hard in hopes of going through one more phase — a phase that would make him a giant among his peers. However, his aspirations waned once more when he concluded he grew no more than an inch and a half taller. He kept on working out as much as he could, trying to, at least, look as massive as he could muscle-wise.

His devotion to train and build up size had caught the attention of the Physical Education Department, planning to make him join one of the school’s sports leagues. When he became a junior, he entered the football team as a 6′1.5″, 195 pounds Running Back. Participating games actually made him realize he was not that big nor that special. The players, albeit most of them older, were HUGE — with capital letters. Sure, some of them were of his size or less, but it was the first time Braxton had ever felt self-conscious about being a “little” guy. Minding himself to never be the small fry in the team, he only trained harder.

By sophomore year, while still the same height, he had gained twenty pounds of mostly muscle — although he couldn’t help but lose some definition on his abs. That’s when he heard about the new player joining the team — Richard Biggs. The guy was a testimony to his last name. Sophomore as well, he had apparently grown up at least eight inches taller over summer vacations, putting him at a towering thick six-foot-six beast. To make things worse, the man had to share the same position as himself. The teen could have been a Wide Receiver or a Quarterback instead, but the new player excelled at running.

Braxton hated him. The guy was faster than him and more charismatic as well. His uncle had a farm and that’s where he spent summer building muscles. What bugged Braxton, however, was that Richard never seemed to have any girlfriend. It wasn’t like nobody was interested in him — the girls were practically fawning at him. One night, after a well-played game and a few illegal drinks later, Richard had admitted he wasn’t keen in women at all. Braxton connected the dots and even confronted the man, when they were alone, if he was gay. The reply wasn’t what he had anticipated — and yet, he didn’t know what to anticipate:

“Why? Are you interested?” Richard snarked back, with a coy smirk that didn’t let much on.

He couldn’t accept it. He just wouldn’t. A gay guy in HIS football team? NEVER! Braxton tried extirpating the queer from their squad, revealing the odious nature of the player and explaining how wrong and bad it looked for their school reputation. The coach and the principal, although not lenient on homosexuals in general, could not afford losing such a good team asset. Taking the matters into his own hands, Braxton waited until their next after-game party before pushing his inebriated target down the stairs, breaking his legs in the process. The scandal it brought was mediated and upon treating the wounded player, the alcohol found in his blood incriminated him since he was still a minor back then. The guy could have had a bright future in sports and his studies, but Braxton made sure he would have the spotlight instead.

Braxton shook his head, the remorse of his younger deeds filling him with regrets. Whilst he did not approve of the homosexual lifestyle even to this day, he grew to simply let them be and not feed on his hate to justify his motives. He used to be so stupid and impulsive when he was a teen, and he still kinda was in his humble opinion. If he had known it would eventually get back at him someday, he would have probably learned to temper his emotions rather than act on them.

Braxton had not walked in Dimi’s basement in years. He remembered when they used to play hide-and-seek with their Nerf Guns in the shadows of the immense basement. The disposition of the furniture and the divisions didn’t look familiar at all, even less in the dark. He called for his friends when the door behind him closed shut, making him spin around so fast his pumpkin candle almost went off. He stepped back toward where he came from and reopened the door, thinking someone was pranking him with a trick, but realized it was jammed.

“What… fucking hell!” He grumbled — fidgeting with the handle did nothing.

He could have broken through the door — at 250 pounds, he was more than able to — , but he doubted Dimi’s parents would appreciate the result. He wondered, for a moment, if that jammed door was the reason why the guys didn’t come back upstairs. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt like an ethereal hand grazed his back. Turning around once again, the football player could only witness the profound blackness of the room.

“Anybody there?” Braxton asked out loud, feeling chilly all of a sudden.

A slow creaking sound increased in intensity across the theatre, like a door opening. He did not remember where the breaker panel was from their childish jaunts, but he figured he’d go investigate what was causing this noise. With each sluggish step, the wall seemed to back away further and mingle into the dark, the floorboards stretching infinitely beneath his feet. After what felt like an eternity to cross the room, Braxton finally saw the ajar door. Gulping back, the footballer pushed the door opened and entered another large apartment.

Unlike in the theatre, there was a small window on the farther end, near the ceiling. Some of the moonlight poured into the place. With it, something shone faintly across the walls, a timid spark embracing the space.

Moving into the quiet room, Braxton let out a shocked yell as the door closed drastically behind him. He turned around and barked again in surprise, an imposing figure standing right before him by the entrance. He backed off until his feet hit a heavy object, making him stumble awkwardly into what felt like a seat. The pumpkin fell down and collapsed into pieces, stifling the flame.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 11:40 PM ~

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A commotion tore Larry out of his own world as he was playing Klondike on his laptop. Even through the blasting music going in his headphones, it felt like the floors itself shook from an earthquake. Everything fell back into silence. However, fearing some unexpected event would occur, he pulled his headset off and lent an ear to any possible sound.

He wondered what the cause of this tumult was. It couldn’t have been just an earthquake — could it have been Dimitri or Asher? Maybe someone else? Closing the lid of his laptop — the battery was almost depleted anyway — , Larry left it under his pillow, grabbed the knife and the illuminated pumpkin on his nightstand. He slowly walked to his door, making sure his steps were as light as a feather to not attract any attention. He turned one last time at his window, which had been opened when he got into his room. Fortunately, nothing seemed to have been robbed at first glance. It didn’t mean someone didn’t take the opportunity to enter the mansion while he had been away earlier. He had been careless enough for letting the window opened — and yet, he did not foresee going upstairs would take him as much time as it did. 

About to leave his den, Larry cracked the door ajar slightly. However, the darkness swallowed his light into its unknown depths, revealing nothing he could see. He felt so safe and secure, like naught would get to him if he stayed in his room — and perhaps wait until sunrise — but the sudden noise made him curious, even if within he felt about to piss himself.

“He — hello?” The lad muttered, shaking slightly more with each further inch he pulled the door open.

A chilly yet invisible wall hit him as he left the comfort of his nest, sinking into the shadows.

“Who’s there? What was that?” He asked, louder this time.

A few steps outside of his room and Larry heard another series of noises, the floor shaking from it once more. Profanities and groans echoed in the direction of the commotion — from the recreation room. Holding firmly on the knife, Larry walked toward the door, redoubting what he might just encounter behind it.

“I heard you!” Larry claimed, standing a few feet away. “Who’s there?”

“Lar… Larry?” The voice on the other side asked. “Do you have a light? I fell down and I can’t see shit!”

“Braxton?” The lad mumbled, the apprehension shifting to concern.

Still on his guard, the teenager opened the door, looking around for his childhood neighbour. The dimmed sight actually put a smirk on Larry’s face — the footballer had stumbled on a pair of dumbbells Dimitri must have forgotten to store back on the rack, by their workout bench.

“Dude… how did you get here?” Larry chuckled, giving his friend a hand.

“Fuck, bro! For a moment, I thought I saw…” The man started, as he stood back on his feet, before hiding any hint of fear in his expression. “You guys took your sweet fucking time down here! Where’s the boys at?”

“They went after the breaker.”

“Right… but weren’t you with them?”

“They left me behind so I checked on my stuff instead.”

Braxton sized up the gamer for a moment until their attention diverted toward the theatre room, a new sound had yet echoed farther in the basement.

“Did you hear that?” The Running Back mumbled.

Larry grabbed onto his knife, fearing what they might encounter. The footballer would have chuckled at Larry’s timorous behaviour, but the oddity of the whole situation made him not. 

“What was that?”

“Dimitri? Is that you?” Larry asked.

“Let’s go check on them.”

“Yeah.”

The sportsman went first, lightened by Larry’s pumpkin. The duo made it into the next room. Devoid of windows, the theatre only seemed darker. Just as Braxton called for the boys, a loud grunt and a splintering glass echoed from another room, all the way across the cinema.

“That was from the bar!” Larry whispered to Braxton. “Someone’s in there!”

“Let’s go, Lar!” The footballer goaded on.

With an uncertain step, the younger lad followed his ex-neighbour. They got around the few seats facing the wide TV on the far wall, close to the door leading into the bar until one more fearful glass-shattering noise resounded in the closed room.

“Should we knock?” Larry suggested, shaking like a leaf.

“What are you? A pussy?” Braxton mocked.

“What?! No, I’m not!” The gamer frowned with anger.

The grunts coming from the room suddenly stopped, leaving both arguing men on the edge of running. After a few seconds of silence, new noises and growls echoed behind the door, although none seemed to imply if they’d been heard or not.

“I’m not a fuckin’ pussy!” Larry gritted between his teeth at Braxton.

“Then come here and light up the freakin’ door!”

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 11:45 PM ~

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The air had gotten cooler. Its coldness dug into the couple’s bones to a point where the post-coitus heat no longer sufficed to keep them warm. Sebastian looked out through the window, wrapping his arm around his shivering girlfriend. He had her wrapped in an old wool blanket he found in the cabinet and had put his toque on her head instead of her Egyptian diadem. He had even removed his plaid shirt for her earlier, before he discovered the cloth, which she now had bundled into a pillow to rest on her lover’s bony shoulder.

“Where’s Theo and Jen?” The drunken Mathilda slurred at her boyfriend, almost drooling on the shoulder she leaned on.

“I don’t know, babe. They’ve been away for a while, now.” He said with concern in his voice, rubbing her under the blanket. “They should be back for a while.”

“Maybe they went back inside? I don’t blame them. It’s freezing cold, here.”

“Do you want to move inside too?”

“I think I just wanna nap a bit.” The half-naked Cleopatra mumbled, curling up against him. “Do you want to stay with me?”

“I would, but I don’t think we should fall asleep, babe.” The tall young man shook her, resulting in a displeased groan. “Remember what the…”

“Ugh! Fuck off, Seb!” She snarked, visibly annoyed. “I just want to nap and cuddle with you a while — not sleep all night!”

“Fine… but that will be without me. I’ll look for the others first and come back to check on you.” Sebastian conceded, kissing her on her forehead. “Think you can stay alone for a bit?”

“You know I’m a big girl now, Daddy.” She giggled, eyes closed.

“Yeah, babe. I know.” The shirtless man smiled, standing up and leaving her to lie on the bench.

Freezing, Sebastian looked back into the cabinet where he previously found the blanket and searched for a piece of clothing to wear outside. The only thing he found was an old hunting vest. While the orange cloth wouldn’t keep him warm much, it was better still than heading out bare chest.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 11:50 PM ~

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Braxton opened the door. Another glass shatter joined in the grunts and slick sounds filling the dark room. The dim light that entered through a broken window gave a brief hint of what was going on inside the bar. Beyond the high counter and stools, shadows moved ominously. The footballer, not seeing imminent threat, stepped inside warily but stopped short almost right after. Larry barely caught to him, asking him what was happening, until the pumpkin illuminated a large figure blocking the shelves. The towering creature gasped for air after chugging yet another bottle of alcoholic beverages. It discarded the emptied glass around the room without a care, breaking it as it landed on the floor.

“Hey, you! What are you doing?!” Braxton yelled, immediately regretting calling the ‘thing’ out.

Slowly, the monstrous figure turned around, revealing a pair of red glowing eyes in the dark. Its slobbering mouth hung open, curled into a devious smile. Sharp inhuman fangs faintly gleamed white from the light reflection. The creature stepped aside, showing the wreckage it’s done to the home bar as it approached the two immobile men. And above any trepidation the two young men could feel, they noticed it was lewdly stroking a ginormous erection a foot before itself, drooling precum on the floor.

“Wha— what the hell is that thing?!” Larry cried, his voice cracking from terror.

“Move!” Braxton ordered as he ran for the exit.

Their outburst was what the beast needed to leap spontaneously into their direction. The footballer tackled the fear frozen Larry out of the room. Braxton tried to shut the door closed, but the monster put its sturdy fingers on the frame, preventing from pushing it. A scream from Larry reverberated through the basement, just as a far away door in the room opened energetically.

“Brax? Guys? What’s going on?” The voice of Victor boomed through the cinema.

“Vic! Come here, man!” The other jock pleaded as he rammed himself into the door, struggling to lock the creature into the bar, but to no avail.

A gigantic arm, covered in dense fiery hair, had made its way out, its boulder-sized shoulder about to make it through. Victor dropped his Captain America shield and ran to help him, but stumbled onto Larry midway. Accidentally, he kicked the pumpkin away in the process, making the object roll its way between the seats — thus casting greater shadows.

“Get the pumpkin, Lar!” Braxton shouted.

As Victor joined his friend in closing the door, Larry just retrieved the light. Just as the youngest man turned toward the jocks with the candle, the monstrous arm had retreated into the bar. The pounding against the door — covered in cracks and looking as if it would break anytime soon — stopped. Ear against it, Braxton listened for the beast. After a few seconds, he could hear it lumbering off, each of its steps weighing heavily. Carefully, he moved away and told his companions.

“What the hell was that?!” Victor snapped.

“A bear, I guess? But are there bears around here?! I’ve never seen any!” Braxton exclaimed between huffs.

“The bar’s a mess! My parents are gonna kill me!” Larry expressed, falling into a theatre seat, grasping the pumpkin anxiously.

“That thing’s gonna kill us if we don’t get to kill it first!” Braxton snarked back, unbelieving the preoccupied teen. “Fuck! Where’s the fucking breaker?!”

“That way…” Larry muttered, livid.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me!” The footballer gritted his teeth, rolling his eyes.

“Is there any other way to reach Asher and Dimi? An outside door, a window?” Victor asked Larry.

“There’s a window in the breaker room.” He answered. “But there’s also a hidden door that could bypass the bar.”

“What?”

The cracked door burst open, the beast barging through. The three guys screamed altogether. The monster tripped over the first row of seats and fell to the floor in a surprised yelp. Victor tried the door to run back upstairs, but it was jammed. They were stuck here with this thing! Larry jumped onto his feet and led the crew, benefitting of the stunned creature on the ground to sprint for their lives.

“Follow me!”

The two jocks didn’t need to be told twice. They obeyed after Larry, running back toward the bedrooms near the stairs.

“Why are you running from me, guys?” A deep yet familiar voice boomed after them with a mocking tone to it.

“Run!” Victor cried as they turned sharp into the corridor.

“Here!” Larry gestured, opening a closet door in the dead end.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Braxton grumbled looking at the short and narrow entrance.

“Close the door behind you!” Larry commanded as he leaned inside.

It didn’t take long for all three guys to get inside. Braxton, last to enter, even saw the gleaming red eyes of the giant beast across the corridor before he closed it shut. The apparent closet actually looked more like a water room, with various valves and pipes leading to most of the mansion’s plumbing. Behind racks of clothes and miscellaneous objects, Larry unravelled another small door on the back side.

Larry urged his companions into the other room with him. Once again the place was devoid of any windows, leaving the weak pumpkin as their only light source. The three young men listened carefully in case the monster had discovered their whereabouts, but it seemed oblivious to their ruse… for now.

“Where are we now then, Lar?” Braxton asked, half in a whisper, looking around.

“This is my parents’ archives for work.” Larry summed up — they worked in the law department. “They don’t get to let anyone in here usually, so don’t touch anything.”

“They hide their archives behind a fucking closet?” Braxton pondered dumbfoundingly.

“No, it’s just another way to reach it without going through the bar and meeting room.”

A soft pounding and muffling echoed, as if smothered. The three men grew anxious from the sound all of a sudden, until Larry realized this came from what they were looking for — the breaker room.

“They’re in there!” The gamer expressed with relief, rushing toward the wall on their left. “Wait… guys?”

“What is it, Larry?” Victor asked, keeping on giving furtive glances from the door they came from — in case the monster stroke back.

“There’s… a bookshelf in front of the door!”

“What?”

The teen put the pumpkin light on a filing cabinet in the middle of the room, right next to a desk covered in boxes and piles of articles. He examined the bookcase once more, thinking out loud how someone must have shoved it to block the breaker room’s entrance. Larry tried to position himself so that he could push the shelves and free the door, but the furniture proved to be too heavy for him to move it out of the way.

“Care to help me, guys?” Larry asked, frowning upon the slowness of the jocks to help him.

Braxton chuckled at first, teasing the gamer if his muscles were just for show or for real. Larry snarked back at him to help rather than throwing insults. Victor, suppressing a laugh, lent him a hand. The task became easy with two of them. Once the door was free, Larry opened it. On the other side, they found a visibly annoyed Dimitri, with a flashlight and his shotgun in his hands. The pumpkin he used to manoeuvre around earlier was now sitting on a stripped wooden table under a small and high window.

“T’was about time someone came here!” Dimitri chimed in.

“So much for going alone, bro.” Larry nagged.

“I never planned on getting trapped in the breaker!”

“Did it work, the breaker?”

“What do you think?!” The big brother sarcastically asked.

“Okay, okay. No need to spit venom on me, man!” Larry sighed.

“If it’s not the breaker, that means the current line had been cut, right?” Braxton remarked.

“Yeah, that’s what I think as well.” Dimitri spoke, scanning the guys who rescued him from his cell. “Where’s Asher, by the way?”

While not directly asked to Larry, the party host glanced at his brother anyway — he was the last one who saw Asher after all.

“We separated. When you went for the breaker, Asher told me he was going after you.”

“What? But… I didn’t see Asher since I’ve left you two in the TV room. Where did you go, then?”

“I looked on my stuff in my room.”

“Ah! Right… and no robber?”

“No.”

“But there’s…something that’s been robbing some of your booze, guys, though.” Braxton added.

“What?”

“Yeah…” Larry mumbled into a whisper, lowering his voice as he briefly looked toward the water-room door. “A monster or something broke into the bar.”

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DISCLAIMER: The following part of the chapter contains a rather graphic transformation (nothing gore, but it contains body/self horror). Make sure you read the involved tags for this particular chapter to have an idea where this is going. It’s my first time writing something of the sort, but I’m rather happy how it turned out, even though I consider myself a gay guy. Hope you enjoy!

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 12:00 AM ~

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Nightmarish visions startled Mathilda from her pleasant drunken thoughts. The room around her was dimmed, but the pale light of the full moon shone into the shed by the window. She was still sweaty. The air was chillier than what she expected — it was Texas after all. She looked for her boyfriend Seb or her friends, but she was alone… or so she thought. She stood up shakily, the gravity weighing her down more than she was used to. The alcohol was still pretty much in her system, despite throwing up earlier. She pulled on the battery lightbulb cord and a disturbing sight shocked her.

Right in front of her, her ex-boyfriend Gregory Starks sat on the bench where she lied a few seconds ago.

“Good evening, Mathy. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Greg?” The drunken girl spoke, unfocussed. “What are you doing here? I told you we were over.”

“Why did you betray me like that?” The man asked calmly.

“Dude, you told me you were some bisexual freak. I wanted a real man for a boyfriend, not some closeted homo that would fuck guys behind my back.”

“You were always so judgmental, Mathilda. Being bi doesn’t mean I have to fuck both girls and guys. It only means I am turned on by both. If a guy were turned on by both svelte and curvy girls, would you rather end your relationship in fear he’d bang curvy women behind your back?”

“Fuck off with your stupid allegories, Greg. I bet the only reason why you played sports was to fuck with those guys in the showers.” She shot out of spite. “The world doesn’t need freaks like you who can’t even decide if they’re gay or straight.”

“Bisexuality isn’t a phase, Mathilda. I would have hoped you’d realize someday.”

“Whatever. Get away from here before I call the cops. You weren’t even invited here. The guys didn’t even like you anyway.”

“How will you call the cops?”

Suddenly, the weight of the blackout and fried batteries came back on the Latina. Feigning she still had her phone, she played it cool.

“With my phone, you dummy! You’re so thick sometime!” She insulted.

“Your phone is dead, Mathy. I repeat: how will you call the cops?”

The cold stoicism of her ex-boyfriend made shivers run down Mathilda’s back.

“How does he know about my phone? Was he spying on us?” She thought.

A smug grin stretched on Greg’s face, barely shown through the faint moonlight in the shed. The sportive man stood up from the stool. He was not as tall as Mathilda’s current boyfriend, but he was taller than Dimitri and Braxton. She remembered him to be slightly thicker than Sebastian’s lanky build, yet the person before her looked way thinner — atrophied, even. Concern filled up the girl’s already frightened expression. Now that she had a better view of him, she noticed how the man was completely naked, the livid skin clinging to his bones.

“What… happened to you?”

“You, Mathy. You happened to me.” The man said as he stepped toward her.

“Stay back!” She ordered, backing away against the door, trying to reach for the handle without breaking eye contact. “Don’t get any closer!”

“What are you afraid of, Mathy?” The figure mocked, its voice distorting slightly.

The eyes of the man blinked red for a second, glowing in the dark while it did.

“Seb!” Mathilda cried in terror. “Jen! Anyone! Help!”

To her horror, turning the handle did nothing — the door was stuck.

“This can’t be happening!” She panicked in her interior.

In the instant she had broken their shared glance to examine the door, a warm breath hit her bare shoulder. Mathilda tried to scream, but a hand covered her mouth, preventing her from doing calling for help. She sensed the familiar feeling of a firm yet fleshy lump against her lower back.

“I’m going to get raped!” She panicked. “I’m going to get raped!”

“Do you know what it’s like to be outed as bi in a sports team, Mathy? Do you know how many beatings I’ve gone through just because of you?”

Tears ran down the Cleopatra’s face, her mascara smearing all over. The naked man lifted her robe, eliciting more muffled screams from the helpless woman.

“I’ve been raped, Mathy. I’ve been beaten. Humiliated.”

The fingers of her captor coursed up and down her hairless flesh, teasing her, violating her. She closed her eyes, resolved to her incoming rape.

“I’m in a coma, Mathy. All that… is because of you.” The distorted voice whispered into her ear.

His hands ran to her front, crawling under her disguise, rubbing her abdomen’s skin.

“You just had to fuck with your new boy Seb, huh, Mathy?” He chuckled. “No condoms or anything… aren’t you a bit scared of getting pregnant? You sure changed since I’ve known you.”

The hand covering her mouth withdrew, letting her gasp for a big breath before screaming into the void of the night. Gregory didn’t sway away, his erection still rubbing her back.

“Scream all you want, Mathy. You’ve already lost.” The voice said enigmatically as darkness ate the shed.

Mathilda hyperventilated, falling into the endless pit of shadows as a throbbing assailed the insides of her sex. She clutched her tummy, trying to yell, to liberate herself from what filled her hole to the brim. Only as her body finally collided with the end of the abyss did she finally gasp for air once more.

There she was, on some wooden floor in some dark place… but not as dark as before. The faint blueish light of the moon entered the shed once more and she lied there, on the dirty ground, right next to the bench she had fallen asleep earlier. Mathilda jerked her head frenetically, looking for a trace of Gregory or something — no one was there but her.

“A dream…” She panted, tears of relief running down her cheeks. “That was just a dream!”

Mathilda pulled herself up with the table, still dizzy. Leaning onto the stand, she realized she indeed felt sick and bloated. Only when she brought her hand to her tummy did she sensed an unusual swelling of her lower abdomen. Her insides grew warmer, the ache intensifying. She felt like puking, nauseous, but nothing came out. Her dry throat tightened up, her neck muscles inflamed and tensed. The bloat of her belly pushed against her fingers, as if something was burgeoning within her.

“Oh God… what’s… UGH— happening to me?!” She cried, moaning as her insides felt like moving on their own.

The memory of her most recent sex with her boyfriend came back to her. While Theodore and Jennifer were gone, she and Sebastian had practically threw themselves at each other, discarding their costumes and fucking like rabbits on the bench under the pale moonlight. Right now, her previously cool pussy had become burning hot and moist. Under her Cleopatra robe, her shaved bush was growing back in force, spreading thicker and longer than ever over an uncomfortably stretched hole.

A twisted moan escaped her throat. Her hand rubbed down to her wet vagina, her eyes snapping open in incredulous shock. The few last sentences of her nightmare resurfaced, haunting. Mathilda trembled in realization. The heat assailing her, the swollen abdomen, the painful stretching of her cunt… she was pregnant — and about to give birth.

“No! That can’t be! Seb! SEEEB!” She screamed in terror.

Her wobbly legs, failing to support her any longer, crumbled. Mathilda gasped, but managed to fall on the bench. She couldn’t bear keeping her lower limbs closed one against another so she unfolded them into the widest manspread she’s ever done, pulling up her imperial robe, in the meantime. The girl groaned in pain as she felt her womb growing even bigger within her, the unnaturally fast pregnancy occurring simultaneously with her labour.

“AHHH! HEEELP!” She pleaded, her breaths short and difficult, her voice deformed — a touch cavernous.

“Fuckin’ whore!’ A voice chimed in her head.

“UGH! Please… stop!” The thought of Gregory’s ghost haunting her kept her weeping.

“I trusted you!” Her ex-boyfriend yelled at her, the scene of their breakup coming back to her. “Why did you do that?!”

“I’m… I’m sorry…” Mathilda moaned, clenching her fists and slamming on the bench as the pain of the expansion within her reached new lengths.

More liquid seeped out of her as a large hairy sphere pressed against the narrow opening, tearing her opened further.

“NooOOooOOO!” Her voice cracked, dropping in pitch as she witnessed the head of her child pushing out.

Her hands didn’t know what to do — sometime hitting the seat, sometime clenching at her clothes or skin. She had seen newborns before, yet the hair on this one’s was thicker than any she’s met. Even the sheer size of her baby’s head exceeded her expectations. Sebastian was a tall guy at six-five, but she’s never asked if he had been a big child. And yet, why would she even have asked such a thing?

Another wail — somehow, it was as if she felt the baby as a part of herself. Mathilda let out one more desperate squeal, pushing the unwanted being out of her. She thought her body split opened the instant the head finally went through… but no cries came to her ears. Her vitreous eyes looked down and realized what she had given birth was not a baby’s hairy scalp… just a massive ball covered in fuzz.

“Wha— what?!” She muttered, acknowledging her middle had not receded all the way.

“Here comes its twin!” The malevolent voice in her head cheered.

“UGHHHAAHH!!” Mathilda groaned, her timber hoarser, her whole neck wider.

Due to her already stretched gaping hole, the transforming woman pushed with some ease a second monstrous orb, both of them hanging from her like a sack.

“Just one more!”

“I… I can’t…!” She whined, out of breath.

Mathilda didn’t even recognize the voice that came from her, sounding more and more alike to that nagging one in her head.

“You’ve lost, Mathy. You got to accept the consequences.”

“Lost what? What consequences?” She thought back, unable to orally exchange with it. The last one coming up was a big one. She could still feel the other two, connected to her somehow — they were in the way for the third.

“You’ve fallen asleep, Matt. The rules clearly said to not sleep.”

This had to be a nightmare still. Mathilda thought back to the events that happened with their phones earlier. She cussed at herself, blaming how dumb she had been to not believe it.

“I should have known!” She grumbled, clenching her eyes shut.

The tenor timbre of her voice dropped deeper still. Her previous weeps of despair evolved into savage groans. Dark shadows surfaced across her neck and chin, spreading onto her face and down to her chest. The meagre breasts of the gymnast firmed up, converting adipose tissues to thick muscly ones. Her arms tensed, fingers gripping so hard to the bench they turned pale. Each of the digits toughened, enlarging and lengthening as her delicate hands grew into those of a blue-collar.

With all the force Mathilda had left within herself, she screamed and pushed the last piece of the puzzle out of her body — a long, arm-thick penis slipped from her pussy into the world. Along with some excess ball sack skin slipping out, the new male genitalia sealed shut any last trace of her previous femininity.

“I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!” He exerted with ferocity, fiery-red eyes snapping open.

The stubble across his face spread out into a short yet dense black beard. The long hair grew out of control into a mane-like frenzy. The lumberjack toque fell off the larger head. Matt brought his new manly hands to the soft yet hardening boner between his wide-opened legs. The organ that made him a male felt so good to rub, sending millions after millions of soothing drugs to his brain along the insane amounts of testosterone the grotesquely sized balls filled him with.

Matt jerked off the massive dong before him with abandon. Nothing had ever felt so great before. His cute dainty feet kicked off the high heels Mathilda previously wore, becoming far too large to be confined in such ridicule footwear. Had Sebastian lent him his size 13 boots, Matt was pretty sure they wouldn’t even fit the enormous feet he was still growing. The masturbator’s limbs snapped audibly, an insurmountable ache taking over them, as they elongated further. Whereas Mathilda had been a svelte five-foot-nine, Matt was stretching absurdly taller by the second. Six feet came and left, so did six feet and a half, then seven feet. More and more, the new man was enlarging to fit in with the throbbing fourteen incher before him. When his growth slowed and tapered under seven feet and a half, the remains of the Cleopatra costume barely held like awkwardly wrapped rags around him.

Immense amounts of body hair covered the massive Latino, whose last feminine features melted before him. The hips compressed on themselves while the ribcage expanded. Shoulders spread further apart and her oval face honed into a pronounced angular shape, obscured in black bristles. The bright fiery irises glowed even more fiercely, taking a devilish bloodstain hue instead. Along with the changing eyes, claws burst from under the nails and Matt’s teeth sharpened into fangs.

With an inhuman cry, mostly a beastly roar, Matt came all over the shed, coating the tools and furniture with spunky and virile semen. The burning need to orgasm as a man for the first time ebbed down slightly, but the swollen manhood did not falter just yet. A deep chuckle reverberated within the monstrous gymnast’s chest, its massive pectorals stretching farther than Mathilda’s boobs ever could while still depicting a lean cut to them.

Before giving into another masturbatory frenzy, the thought of Gregory resurfaced onto Matt’s mind. The fact that the guy had been beaten into a coma by homophobes ignited the flame within him one more time as he began pumping his oversized meat once again.

“Avenge the gays.” The newborn Matt growled, relishing his new manliness. “Convert the homophobes — until there are none.”

Synopsis:Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. The Game has started. Opinions and ideas diverge. They separate into three groups. They separate even further until most of them are alone by themselves… when IT strikes.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 10:10 PM ~

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The bewilderment of the party members left them speechless for a few seconds. The sound of the crackling fire filled up the agonizing silence for a few moments as Theodore frustratingly tried to reopen his phone. There was nothing to do — the battery was dead. Asher was the first to actually do something.

“HA! Who set this all up? This ain’t funny, not at all! This is borderline creepy!” The redhead shouted.

“Did you set this up?” Dimitri turned at his junior, shaking his shoulders aggressively.

“Fuck off, bro! I have a fucking raid in five minutes! Why in hell would I even shut the breaker! My station! Fuck!” The younger brother cried in despair as he tried pulling free from Dimitri’s grip.

“You don’t go anywhere!” Dimitri ordered, roughing him up before turning to the other people in the room. “WHO did this?!”

“Calm down, Dimitri.” Sebastian spoke.

“I can’t!” He retorted, grabbing onto the shotgun he used with his cowboy costume. “If someone’s gonna crash my party, I’m gonna make him regret being born!”

“Dude, you’re overreacting…” Theo managed to say before he heard the charging of the gun.

“Don’t you dare telling me I’m overreacting!” The host vociferated. “Someone comes here, shuts down the music and the party, then humiliates each one of us by telling how much of a dick we apparently are?! That screams like some fucking set up!”

“Let’s just think a minute, dude!” The short wizard said, raising his arms to appease the tension. “Where’s the breaker?”

“In the basement.” Both brothers answered at the same time.

“All of us — all ten of us — were here when the current shut down! That means…” He exclaimed.

“That means… that none of us could have done the blackout, right?” Braxton said, his mellow voice ebbing down with the question.

“Exactly.” Theo nodded.

“Then… that also means… there should be someone downstairs.” Asher deducted.

“That’s pathetic.”

All eyes turned to Wesley, lying on the couch by the fire, another fag between his lips. The makeup on his face made him actually look even more like an undead person under the dim light.

“Why do you say that, Wes?” Jennifer asked.

“The voice, the blackout… all of you, even!” The stoner sighed, shaking his head. “If that guy tried to make us feel bad for what we did, he ain’t done nothing on me.”

“Dude… the guy you bullied actually KILLED himself!” Asher blurted out in astonishment.

“One less fag in the world — that’s for the better if you ask me.”

“Whatever, dude.” The beer-bellied marine muttered, before turning to Dimitri. “We should go check on the breaker, man.”

“And check how? We don’t have any lights!” Dimitri reminded them.

“Are we sure all our phones are dead?” Victor asked.

One by one, each of them attempted to use their own mobiles, but to no avail. Apparently, the one who set them up had somehow taken care to limit their resources in some sick way.

“But… my phone was new!” Jennifer cried, trying to turn it back on, tears welling in her eyes. “I really hope this fucker didn’t break my phone!”

“Wait! I’ve got an idea! My charger is in the bathroom!” Mathilda spoke, attempting to walk, but feeling woozy after the earlier fall and the alcohol kicking in.

“Mathy, babe, there’s no current.” Sebastian reminded her, with a smirk she could barely see in the shadows.

“Huh? Oh… right.”

“Wow. Good job, Mathy!” Victor chuckled at her, unconsciously posing and flexing.

“Shut up! I’m just tired, that’s all!” She fumed, rubbing her hurting side from when she fell earlier.

“That’s what she said!” Braxton and Victor shot in unison before laughing.

“Do you have any flashlights in here, anywhere, Dimi?” Sebastian asked.

“I think there’s one or two in the basement, actually.” Larry answered first, scratching his head.

“Yeah, that, and there’s some oil lanterns in the shed from when we were camping.” Dimitri added.

“Do you guys have candles too?” Jennifer inquired.

“Now that you mention it — there’s candles in the pumpkin decorations in the hall, right, Dimi?” Asher remembered.

“That’s right! Okay, here’s the plan: I’ll grab one of those and head downstairs to check on the breaker.” Dimitri stated. “Larry and Wes, could you guys get in the shed outside for the lamps and bring them inside in case we need them?”

“No way I’m going into that shed! I’d rather check on my stuff first! If someone’s in the basement, I don’t want anyone to steal my stuff!” Larry refused.

“It’s the thing past the pool, right?” Sebastian asked. “I could head there, I think I’ve seen them before. They’re the metal ones with the creaky handles, right?”

“I’m not going.” Wesley rejected, not even looking at them, lying lazily on the couch, his dirty boots on the cushions.

“What now?” Dimitri sighed in exasperation.

“You guys can do whatever you fucking want, I’m not taking part in any of this.”

“Dude, what the fuck!” Sebastian frowned at his carefree stoner friend.

“This is all the big joke of some fuckin’ queer who thinks can outsmart us by making us feel sorry for him. Not takin’ any part in this lame-ass stupid game, no thanks. No shame, no regrets in my actions.”

“I gotta agree with Wes on that.” Victor complied. “This looks like just a fag trying to make fun of us.”

“Dude, if you’re gonna stay here too, I think I’ll stick here as well.” Braxton smirked at his buddy Victor.

“Whether it’s true or not, we gotta put the current back on or else that’s the end of the night. I don’t know about you, guys, but 10 PM is pretty early to end the party!”

“Alright, who goes where, now? I’m lost.” Mathilda admitted, looking at them, hoping for a simple answer.

“Look, I’m gonna check on the breaker downstairs.” Dimitri said.

“I’m coming with you.” Asher added, seconded by Larry who also wanted to check on his belongings.

“Theo, are you coming with me?” Seb asked his short buddy.

“Yeah, sure.” Theo shrugged.

“Umm… if we’re gonna stay alone in the dark with Brax, Wes and Vic, I think, we’ll come with you too, guys.” Jennifer spoke, gesturing herself and Mathilda to their boyfriends.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re scared a wolf might eat you? Aroo! Aroooo!” Braxton teased.

“Wouldn’t you feel safer with Captain ’Murica, girls?” Victor enticed, flexing both biceps in the light of the fireplace for the girls.

“On second thought—…”

“C’mon, Mathy, let’s join our boys!” Jenny pulled Mathilda away, following their boyfriends heading for the hall.

After the brothers and Asher each took a basketball-sized illuminated pumpkin from the entrance, they parted ways with the inseparable quartet, leaving the stoner and the two jocks in the living room.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 10:30 PM ~

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“You should have gone with Seb instead, Lar.” Dimitri told him as the trio walked down the stairs.

“Bro, if there’s someone who’s touched my stuff, I’m gonna cut his hands myself.” Larry murmured, showing his knife for emphasis.

“Yeah, but Dimi’s got a gun, Lar. He would have been good with any intruder.” Asher insisted.

On the bottom floor, Dimitri, leading the way, opened the wide wooden door and the trio proceeded into the main room — the theatre room. It was supposed to be used later that night for a Halloween movie marathon after midnight, but the sharp turn of events made that plan very unlikely. The light of the pumpkin didn’t diffuse much into the place, giving their peripheral vision a rather limited radius. The few seating rows that would face the gigantic TV on the farther left wall should have been only a few feet away — and yet, they barely showed in the dimmed room.

Somewhere in the basement, a door suddenly closed loudly, eliciting a jump scare from the younger brother.

“Gee, calm the fuck down!” Dimitri whispered to his junior in annoyance.

“Not so much of a man after all, huh?” The redhead teased.

“Fuck you, guys!”

At the bottom of the stairs, the trio looked around for any clue, even if just hearing somebody walking. Yet, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. No sound, no sight… just an eerie coolness lingering in the darkness.

“Where did you think that came from?” Asher asked with a low voice.

“From the breaker room, obviou—…”

SLAM.

Another door slammed shut, on the opposite side of the basement. And a new one across the theatre room. Finally, the massive wooden one right behind them closed drastically.

“What’s going on?!” Larry panicked, holding onto his knife for dear life.

“Shut it, Lar!” Dimitri snapped, putting the pumpkin down and aiming his shotgun at the omnipresent darkness.

“You don’t get it, do you?” His brother snarked back. “This doesn’t look much like a prank anymore! There’s some paranormal shit going on!”

“You’ve been playing too many games, Lar.” Dimitri asserted.

“Yeah, I think you’re exaggerating, dude.” Asher supported.

“How do you explain the fire in the fireplace, then? The voice taking over our phones? The doors slamming shut on their own? They’re talking about a stupid game, but what if someone — something! — is just trying to kill us one by one?!”

“Alright, bro, I’ve had enough of this! Go back upstairs and sit by the fireplace, you pussy!”

Dimitri walked for the door leading back upstairs to show his brother the way… only to realize it was jammed and wouldn’t open.

“What the heck…?”

Another door slammed shut by the bedrooms. This time, even Dimitri turned to the guys and his confident face shattered to appear stunned.

“Look, guys… we don’t know for sure what’s going on, but we gotta chill out!” Asher suggested.

“I can’t chill out or even think with you guys around! I feel like you two are driving me crazy!” The host exclaimed, repressing his own apprehension by blaming them. 

“Dude…” The redhead sighed and shook his head. “Maybe YOU should go back upstairs and let us check in on the breaker.”

“The door… wait, no. I can’t.” Dimitri’s confidence surged back as he realized he had his shotgun in his firmly clenched hands. “I’ve got the gun. If anyone’s got to check it out, it’s me.”

The host looked at them, taking deep breaths, mentally preparing himself at whom or what could possibly play a prank on them.

“Here’s the plan: you two, stay here and find a way to get back upstairs. If the door’s really jammed, just use the door out from the Atelier. And if you hear a gunshot, or hear me yell, be prepared. Dad’s got another gun under his bed on the second floor.”

“Dude, if you think I’m gonna leave you alone, you’re dreaming!” Asher said, offended.

“Ash, you’re drunk and can barely keep yourself up! Plus, it’s my house! If anyone’s gonna crash into my house, it’s my duty to make them pay!”

“It’s my house too, bro.” Larry interjected.

“Shut it, Lar. Stay and check if anyone passes or go back upstairs, that’s up to you.”

With that said, Dimitri, placing the light under his arm, went off to the left in the direction of the breaker room, shotgun in hand. As he opened a door and disappeared into darkness, the sound of a door slamming shut resounded once more.

“This isn’t right… this can’t be happening…” Larry muttered to himself, hitting his head with the pumpkin since he couldn’t free his hands.

“Drunk my ass!” Asher snarked as he looked at the paranoid brother. “I’m definitely not gonna play the babysitter!”

Asher downed the rest of his beer and threw the empty can away. Holding his light source under his other arm, he took a deep breath and started following his friend’s steps.

“Where are you going?” Larry asked the drinker.

“You said you wanted to go check on your things, so, go on. I’m gonna find your stupid ass brother and teach him a thing or two.” The redhead said before letting out a loud and long belch echo in the darkness.

“Wait, Asher! We… I don’t think we should split up!”

“Fuck off, dude. This ain’t some Scooby-doo mystery shit.” Asher groaned as he waddled after Dimitri.

The fire of his pumpkin alone didn’t light much, but it’d suffice by the time he’s caught up with his buddy. Left by himself, Larry faced a dilemma between going back to safety upstairs or inspect his room. The mansion’s basement was large; yet he knew his way around well. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but feel some malevolent presence in the thick darkness suffocating him. In the end, clutching the pumpkin close to him, he decided to check on his belongings, knife in hand, in case anything went wrong.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 10:30 PM ~

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The full moon in the sky proved to be helpful when the two couples countered the house and crossed the backyard. Otherwise, Sebastian, the leader of the group, might have stumbled and fallen into the pool on the way. Not that a midnight skinny-dipping was out of idea, but he didn’t feel like this was the perfect moment. The air was chilly, colder than the young adults were used to — they wouldn’t be surprised to see snow falling down.

“Guys, how about we just call it a night and head home?” Mathilda proposed, yawning.

Sebastian, leading the way turned toward his girlfriend and offered her a considerate smile. The previously energetic Cleopatra seemed to have aged a good thirty years, agonizingly walking with her staff like an elderly woman. The other couple didn’t seem as gauntly as Mathilda, but the sugar and alcoholic buzz had definitely worn out.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, actually.” Jennifer seconded, watching on her drowsy friend.

“You girls could have stayed with the guys inside.” Sebastian offered, resuming his walk with a slower gait.

“Oh, hell no!” Jennifer refused, stopping momentarily in their tracks. “I do not trust these guys one minute!”

“Wes would not hurt you.”

“I dunno. He might not defend us either.” The short girl shrugged, kneading her friend’s back to cheer her up. “But still, feels kinda good to take a walk right now.”

Just then, the Cleopatra started retching, leaning forward onto her majestic shaft before puking on the grass the alcohol excess.

“Eww! Gross!” Theo chuckled, stepping back dramatically.

“Are you alright, babe?” Seb asked her, approaching her for comfort.

The sickness episodes lasted a few minutes, the three friends staying near her for support. If the boys inside expected them back soon, they’d have to wait.

“Do you want water or aspirin?” Jenny offered. “I’ve got some if you need any.”

The weakened woman nodded and was handed the water bottle. While they waited, the lumberjack looked around. The events that had just occurred in the living room still haunted him. Since then, a relentless superstition of being observed nagged the back of his mind. And yet, all he could see in the distance were infinite shadows feeding on the faint moonlight. 

“I hope the shed ain’t locked.” Theodore wondered aloud, breaking Sebastian’s train of thought.

“Actually, you should have asked Dimi before we get all the way here, Einstein.” The lumberjack sighed, immediately regretting not asking either.

“Should I go back?” Theo proposed, looking at the two women whispering to each other.

“If we’re gonna have to walk all the way back inside, we’re leaving.” Mathilda grumbled, slowly standing back up.

“We’re almost there. Let’s check first.” The lumberjack sighed, growing irritated by the obnoxious attitude of his tipsy girlfriend.

All back on their legs, the quartet resumed its stroll toward the shed. When Seb had asked Dimitri for directions, he had a good idea of where to look for. However, the walk he thought would be short and sweet proved to take longer than anticipated, somewhat turning into a trek or an expedition. They had passed the pool earlier and were still on the lookout, following a trail between some trees until they finally made it to the destination.

The shed was not small by any means, almost the size of a modest garage. The door was, as a matter of fact, locked by a padlock. Before Mathilda complained about having to go back once more, Sebastian grasped tightly around his axe, lifted it and hit the padlock, breaking it.

“Here. No need to get back inside.” He dismissed as he showed the way with a smug grin.

“Dimi’s gonna kill you for that, bro.” Theo chuckled.

“Kill me over a lock? C’mon dude. I’ll buy him another one at the dollar store.” Seb rolled his eyes.

Stepping inside, however, made the quartet realize the moon didn’t light up their surrounding anymore. Only a small window above a wooden table by the right wall illuminated the interior.

“You said you remembered where the lanterns were, right, Seb?” Theo asked, having a hard time to adjust to the darkness, his glasses not helping in the slightest.

“I know what they look like, but I don’t remember where they are.”

“Usually, people hang them up on hooks or leave them on shelves, no?” Jenny suggested.

“That’s a mission for giga-Seb, then.” Theo teased, elbowing him.

“Alright, I’ll let you know if I hit my head on anything.”

“Guys, this is sooo boring.” Mathilda railed once more. “We can’t even see shit.”

“Hey, do you still smoke, Mathy?” Theo asked, hoping she’d have a lighter on her.

“No, my coach told me I had to stop if I wanted to continue gymnastics.” The Cleopatra sighed dramatically. “But wait, is the shed on the same electric line as the house?”

“Mathy, babe, you’re a genius!” Her lumberjack boyfriend beamed with glee.

“Took you long to realize.” The diva giggled.

Sebastian grabbed a dangling cord by the door and pulled on it, a bulb suddenly illuminating the room. Flooded with light, the storage finally revealed itself. To their right, the desk beneath the window was littered with various cans, bottles and clothes. On their left, many shelves lined up the wall, mostly covered with pool and camping equipment. On the farthest wall, metallic cabinets took place next to a massive red toolbox.

“So… it is on a different breaker!” Jenny spoke. “Mathy, you should have brought your charger with you!”

“Actually, it’s not.” Theo stopped after trying the interruptor. “The switch is not working. I guess the light bulb is relying on a battery rather than electricity.”

“Oh. Well, whatever.” Mathilda shrugged.

After only a few seconds before, Jennifer pointed out the lanterns — all three of them — on the upmost shelf on the left wall, next to paint buckets.

“That didn’t take long!” Seb cheered, reaching for them without a stool. “And you were right, Jen!”

“She always is, even when it sucks!” Theo teased, wrapping an arm around her waist before receiving a playful blow in the tummy.

After Sebastian retrieved the oil lanterns and placed them on the table, Theo suggested they look after a lighter and a bottle of oil in case they needed to refill them. While the boys searched for the missing tools on the shelves, Jennifer investigated the cabinet. Mathilda, even sleepier than she was earlier, pulled the old worn bench from under the table and sat on it while waiting for her companions.

“Guys, you won’t believe what I found!” Jenny exclaimed with hype.

“You found old porn mags?” Sebastian asked with a chuckle, shared with his friend.

“No, you maniac! Wow! It even works! I found a flashlight! And walkie-talkies! There’s even a radio!”

The forest fairy turned around, pulling an old cardboard box from the bottom shelve of the cabinet and dropping it on the table. Swishing the cloud of dust away, Jennifer looked into the treasure box.

“For real! Sounds too good to be true!” Theo approached her, wrapping her in his arms from behind, kissing her on the nape.

“Ah! Theo!” She giggled, squirming into his embrace. “Keep that for when we’re alone!”

“Yo, get a room, you two!” Mathilda sighed.

Her boyfriend let go of her, chuckling himself, and looked at her findings. Sebastian joined in and grabbed the flashlight, brought it to his chin and illuminated his face.

“Are you afraid of the dark?” He said in his spookiest voice possible.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Theo laughed.

“This is Halloweeeen. Trick… or treat, little ones? Mwa ha ha ha!” 

“Oh! I’ve got an idea! Why don’t we tell each other scary stories?” Mathilda offered, a wide grin onto her face.

“Should we? They are probably waiting for us inside.” Theo remarked.

“A few rounds can’t hurt, right?” Sebastian winked, shaking the flashlight for effect after shutting the electric lamp.

“I guess not.” The wizard shrugged. “Alright, then. Who’s first?”

The four friends alternated, each of them telling or inventing a scary on the spot to entertain their audience. Even after they completed one round, they were still giggling and having fun. Mathilda was leaning on her boyfriend on the bench while the other couple sat on the table, facing them.

“That was so bad, bro!” Theo chuckled despite the cheesiness of Seb’s last story. “You can’t just finish a story with the guy waking up! That’s like… the most anticlimactic an ending can get!”

“But that’s the point, dude!” Sebastian exclaimed punching his friend on the shoulder. “You don’t know if it was JUST a dream!”

“Man, I hate it when the story ends like we’re supposed to guess if it’s true or not!” Mathilda chimed.

“But that’s how you get your imagination running, Mathy!” Jennifer cheered up, grabbing another handful of candies from her purse. “Alright! Whose turn is it, now?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to take a piss back there.” Theodore said as he jumped from the table onto his feet. “We should also think about getting back inside sometime soon too. Maybe a few more and we’ll head back?”

“Sounds good, man. And if the current ain’t back soon, we can go to my place and keep up with this.” Sebastian proposed.

“Sure.”

“Jenny, do you happen to have your nail polish with you?” Mathilda asked her friend, glancing the purse.

“Umm… I think I left my kit in the car when we got here.” She said, exchanging one last smirk with her boyfriend as he walked outside. “Or maybe I put it in our bedroom on the second floor with my bags? I don’t remember. Do you want to do nails?”

“Oh, it’s no big deal. I just thought we could do some, in the meantime, between stories.” The Cleopatra shrugged.

“Wait. Why don’t we take a short break while Theo’s out? I could get my stuff in the car. Can you lend me your keys, Seb?”

“Huh… yeah, of course. But don’t go driving anywhere!”

“No, no, silly.” She giggled, taking her friend’s keys. “I’ll be back in a few. Make sure to take advantage of your alone time, you two.”

“Wait, are you going to be alright by yourself?” Seb frowned, concerned.

“Dude, I did karate. I know how to defend myself!”

“But you can’t stay inside with the guys.” The lumberjack raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Hey, sorry to tag along with our boyfriends!” The fairy laughed.

Sebastian watched her leave, feeling the tender but passionate hands of his lover caressing him. He turned his head toward his playmate, who was giving him a smile that made him warm all over. Without further ado, he wrapped his girl in his long arms and kissed her, already feeling an increasing tightness inside his pants.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 11:00 PM ~

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The cackling of the wood in the fireplace was soothing. While not exactly sleeping, Wesley didn’t look far from it. Braxton and Victor had kept on playing games and drinking in the dimmed room, but the void left by the absence of people and music gave the mansion an unsettling vibe — haunted, almost. Even the last few beer pong games they’ve done had left the two jocks awkward. Sweaty — and yet chilly — , they sat next to the smoker by the fireplace, benefitting of its warmth for a few minutes before any of them decided to do anything.

“Guys, there’s something weird going on.” Braxton said, restless, his fingers tapping his thick thighs nervously.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Victor gasped in fake shock.

“I think… we should look for the others. I mean, no one’s back yet.”

“This is just some prank.” Wes expressed with annoyance. “Some dumb fuckin’ prank. If they’re gonna play on it, it’s none of our business.”

“You’re pretty calm about all this dude.” Braxton remarked, suspicious. “The voice mentioned a faker among us, right? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re pretty likely to be the one who did this.”

“Only an imposter would accuse another.” Wesley shrugged, not bothering giving him a look.

“I gotta agree with Brax on that, dude.” Victor seconded. “You’re looking a hell lotta suspicious, bro.”

“Whatever, guys. I said it and I’ll say it again: I don’t care about any of what happened earlier. And you want my opinion on this shitty game? I’ll give it to you. Let’s consider this whole scheme is true. I would have told them there was an imposter among them EVEN if in fact there were none — just to fuck them up. Make them turn against each other. Breaking each other’s trust. That would have been my play.”

“Dude…” Victor muttered, mind-blown the stoner could have come up with such a twisted turnabout.

Agitated, Braxton shook his head and stood up. Precipitated, he left the two guys for the hall.

“Dude! Where are you going?” The bodybuilder called, looking at him leave in a hurry.

“Gonna check in on the guys in the basement. Doesn’t take all night to find the fucking breaker.” The footballer said, taking a lightened pumpkin with him.

Victor turned at Wesley in the couch, not moving an inch. The calm of the stoner was seriously threatening. It was like he was absorbing all of their positive energy, leaving them with pure anxiety and paranoia. While he was not a fan of these drugs, Victor wished he was as relaxed as Wesley in that moment — steroids didn’t have the same effect, unfortunately. They waited for what felt an eternity, but none of the boys ever came back from the basement. Nor did they even hear anything from them. Shaking his head, the superhero stood up, grabbed his shield for good measure, and followed after his friend.

“Wait for me, Brax. I’m coming too.” He thought aloud.

As Wesley stayed all alone in the living room, a grin crossed his lips. He let himself sink into the couch, legs spread wide, eyes closed as he took one last drag of his fag before discarding it in the fireplace. After exhaling, basking in bliss, he gazed back at the dancing flames and muttered:

“Sounds like it’s gonna be an entertaining night.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 11:15 PM ~

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Asher couldn’t breathe. The darkness smothered him as he felt like falling into the void. Through the dense shadows surrounding him, he could see lights form in the distance. Stars popped, exploded into a million fragments, illuminating the never-ending emptiness. Around and around, spinning faster and faster, it made him dizzy. He would have collapsed, but he was already on all fours. He wanted to lean down, to lay down, but an unknown force kept his head up. Tears welled from his eyes as he felt like his life essence was pulled out from him. Something was suctioning him from the interior, from deep in his throat. He wanted to throw up, to scream, yet he couldn’t. That thing lodged into his mouth was stretching it. Moreover, he couldn’t close his lips anymore, forced to keep it opened wide as this unnatural energy poured out of him.

Or rather into him.

Only then did his eyes open in shock. He just realized what was happening. It had never occurred to him before — from this end at least — , hence why he was not familiar with the experience. However, the truth had just hit him harder than anything before did in his life.

He was getting face-fucked.

The lad tried to break free, but a pair of strong hands kept him in place, moving his head back and forth onto what he could only imagine was a monstrously sized cock. He wanted to cry for help, to beat this fucker, yet all he could do was suck. The organ was so massive that only muffled moans would come through. He attempted to clench his teeth shut, to hurt the shadowy figure. However, he found himself unable to.

“That’s right, Asher. You’re doing great. Keep sucking.”

This distorted voice again.

“Who are you?!” He wanted to scream. “What do you want from me?!”

But no words came out.

“How does it feel to suck on a fat cock, Asher? Feels good, does it?”

“No! Leave me alone!”

“It sure feels good for me. You are a natural at this, aren’t you? You sure you’ve never sucked dick before?” The voice mocked.

“No! Never! It tastes bad! Stop it!”

“Hmm… fuck yeah… you’re gonna make one fine homo bitch, Asher. A big one at that.”

“Just… let me… go… please…”

“Yes! We need a big one to ensure you protect other gays, right? A massive strong guy for other gays to look up to!”

“I’m… not… gay…”

“Damn, buddy, you’re already pitching a tent in your camos. Responding pretty fast, right, Asher?”

“No… not… gay…”

“You will be gay.”

“Not…”

“And big.”

“Gay…”

The sounds of inflating balloons emanated from Asher’s body as his musculature started expanding, swelling with size. Already, the camo jacket and trousers were getting tighter, straining in some parts.

“And manly.”

“Man…”

Cracking noises echoed as Asher’s fingers and palms on the floor reformed, widening up, stretching longer, growing hairier in the process. The changing man’s back was getting far too broad for the jacket, seams starting to split apart at his spreading shoulders. As the enormous penis jackhammered its way into Asher’s mouth, the red beard covering the chin and cheeks thickened, bushing outward and reaching down past the bulging Adam apple, protruding from his enlarging neck.

Louder tearing sounds invaded the dark room as Asher’s lats continued to spread wider. The belt he’s put on to hold the camo pants was growing more constricting by the second as even his middle — good old beer gut — expanded and swelled a bit from the countless amounts of precum that oozed directly into his stomach. Using one hand to help himself, Asher managed to undo the buckle, which resulted in blasting the button and zipper of his trousers.

“Look at you, Asher. Already looking much tougher… and, deep down, so much gayer.”

“Tough… gay…”

Asher felt a burning shiver run down his spine. He would have gasped if he hadn’t been gagging on this monster cock.

“You’re doing well, Asher. Just going through a little growth spurt.”

The sucker’s muffled moans intensified as his spine began reeling longer, making his whole torso taller… but it didn’t just make his limbs stretch farther — his augmented musculature followed suit, keeping proportions as he grew more towering. He reached six feet in a matter of seconds, then his best friend’s six-two height, which he surpassed until he stopped expanding at six feet four — seven inches higher than he used to be. The jacket had split over most of his back, exposing the sinuous valleys of red fur to the darkness.

Just as the sensations on his upper half seemed to come to a halt, Asher was then overwhelmed with the boiling heat spreading down his legs.

“I’m getting close, Asher. Can’t wait to get my fat load down your gay throat, don’t you?”

“Fat… load…”

His thighs were the next to change. The camo pants actually had more to give than the jacket did. Since the button and zipper were already busted, this gave them some more room to expand. He grew to completely fill them and start splitting some seams when their inflation came to an end. Calves didn’t wait for the quads to finish before swelling to incredible proportions of their own. Just when Asher thought they were done, the growth centred around his feet, trapped inside the boots.

Asher didn’t have long feet, but they were quite broad for his initial height. The wide size 10s were cramping more and more around the expanding limbs that would befit such a massive man. Unable to pull away from the cock and hands holding his head into place, Asher kicked off his footwear as best as he could without untying the increasingly confined boots. He succeeded to take them off in time but failed in removing the now fraying socks on the growing size 16s.

“Here I come, Asher! Welcome to your new gay life!”

Asher couldn’t pull away. The penis lodged deep inside his throat did not even fill his mouth with spunk: it shot directly into his stomach. The previous bloat he’s grown was nothing next to the expansion his middle succumbed to. Whereas his belly swelled up, he felt the same previous shivers run down the bones of his lower body as they mimicked the elongation of the spine — so that he didn’t look disproportionally tall above the waist. Doing so resulted in further increase along his whole legs, which the pants couldn’t bear anymore. The surging tree trunks blasted the remaining seams of the trousers. Two massive ass cheeks obliterated the seat of his pants, the white briefs he wore underneath straining themselves to conceal such a wide bumper.

The redhead outgrew giga-Seb’s height, revoking the title of giga to anyone who would ever confront him. He passed six feet and a half in a moment and stretched all the way to a staggering six-foot-ten monster of a man. The organ down his throat had since long stopped shooting its load and its owner pulled it back out. Asher coughed a few times, then groan loudly as the heat diffused to his whole body once again. The changed guy brought a hand to the only part where he didn’t feel the warmth spread since the beginning of this nightmare — his dick. As soon as he fished his throbbing erection from the confines of his taxed briefs, he started jerking off his six incher in earnest frenzy, growling like an inhuman beast.

“You might have to take care of it for a bit.” The distorted voice said, ebbing away in the velvety darkness. “Then, you know what your mission is, tonight, don’t you?”

Asher’s eyes gleamed red for a short moment. He panted laboriously as he jacked off, his erection throbbing and surging bigger with each jerk. The heat intensified at his crotch, under which massive growing balls weighed the junk down more and more. Asher’s painfully hard boner was pushing past ten inches, nearing a foot-long like an asymptotic curve by the stroke.

“Avenge the gays.” Asher groaned with a malicious grin, fangs pushing out of his mouth, nails morphing into claws. “Convert the homophobes — until there are none.”

“Fuck, bro… look how big we’re getting…” Ian moaned, men-spreading on the sofa with his swollen boner pointing at the ceiling.

“I know, right, dude? So fucking thick…” George added, his cock chubbing up looking down at his best friend in his naked glory.

“And long, bro…”

“So swole…”

“Go get a ruler, bro. Gotta know how big it is now.”

“Fuck yeah…” George nodded, starting his own boner as he walked toward his room across their shared apartment.

Meanwhile, Ian wrapped his hand around the girthy erection between his legs, spreading them further as a his fuckstick throbbed harder. He stroked his manhood slowly, lovingly as he waited for his best friend. With his left hand, he reached for the small bottle of poppers on the coffee table next to the sofa. He was already so large, his hand having a hard time wrapping his boner completely, but it felt so good. What would a bit more size do?

Ian uncapped the popper bottle, the strong musk elevating in the air already, making his big cock twitch and ooze some precum in anticipation. The man brought the bottle close to his nose and took in a deep sniff.

“Uhhh huh huh huh… awww yeahh…” He moaned as he pulled the bottle away, not capping it yet.

The strokes on his dick grew quicker as the shaft pulsed, throbbed. Ian’s fingers pulled apart very slightly, just enough so that his thumb didn’t reach his other fingers anymore around the massive erection. The man gasped, feeling as if his erection had an erection of its own, filling his brain with bliss and pleasure.

“Fuck, dude. You took some more?” George smirked as he reenter the living room, watching his friend basking in pleasure, watching the big erection throbbing even bigger in his friend’s grasp.

“Fuck yeah, bro… Feels so fuckin’ good…” Ian moaned as he offered the uncapped bottle to his roommate. “Go ahead, bro. Take another sniff.”

George happily obliged. After putting the cap on the bottle and putting it away, he brought the ruler next to his own prick, idly stroking it with his other hand. He shivered in pleasure as he watched his boner grow further next to the ruler, watching the nine incher throb further. The head reach past nine inches, closing in on ten, then pushing just a little bit longer.

“Fuck yeah, bro.” Ian cheered. “Gimme that, too.”

Taking the ruler for himself, Ian watched his own eleven boner throb in excitement next to the object.

“Fuckin’ A, dude… You’re almost a footlong.” George commented as he stroked himself faster, more precum oozing out as his balls very slightly increased along with his dick.

“It’s so fuckin’ thick, bro…” Ian groaned as he forced himself to stop stroking for a moment, bringing the ruler to base to see the width of his member. “Three fuckin’ inches wide, bro. That gotta be… huh… how do you… calculate the circum-… the circle again, bro?”

“Dunno, dude. You’re the one in maths.” George chuckled, barely taking notice he was oozing over his friend’s thigh by now.

“Dun remember, bro… Fuck… can’t think clearly with that big fuckstick, bro… just feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Damn right, dude…”

“Y’know what, bro?”

“Yeah, dude?”

“I bet making it a footlong would feel even better, bro.” Ian stroked faster at that thought.

“Fuck, I bet, dude. Do you think you’ll still be able to talk shit with that big of a boner, dude? You look slower.”

“Let’s find out bro!” Ian grinned as he grabbed onto the popper bottle.

It was all fun and games, dressing up in a jock and leather uniform to go to the bar with friends. But little did he know that with each minutes in the Bear’s Den, the guy felt his leather uniform grow snugger. The more the evening progressed, the more a nauseous vertigo assailed him. Since when did everyone get so short? Why did his boots felt so cramped? Why was his jock torn apart? Why did this jacket felt so…. SNAP. Well, at least the fresh air felt relieving on his furry sweaty back. Might need a new uniform soon tho.

*** Disclaimer: The word fag here is only used as a reference to a cigarette or a cigar. NOT to any vulgar discrimination toward gay men.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It had been a long day. Chernobyl Moore threw his tailored black jacket on the backseat of his sedan. His new office was so hot that sweat stains marked his white dress shirt under his armpits. He loosened up the tie slightly and unbuttoned the neck button, hoping it would freshen him up. Slipping himself on the driver seat, the five-foot-nine lawyer let out a liberating sigh. So much for this new firm he joined.

The first meeting left him bitter, wondering if it were a bright move to leave his previous firm to join this one closer to his apartment. Perhaps the pay augmentation was a good thing, but what he preferred was the criminal justice, to plead in court. Not to work with the labour laws.

Chernobyl let out a sigh, shaking his head. It was just his first day after all. He didn’t know much of his new coworkers, except maybe one or two with whom he went to law school with. Otherwise, the environment was fairly recent.

Chernobyl turned on the car, and drove his way out of the underground parking. While he thought of heading home, his friend Parker Patterson had offered him to spend the evening together, that he had some gift to share to commemorate his late job.

“Not that I plan on staying there for much longer.” Chernobyl thought.

While the new job place was indeed closer to home, he found out that the time travel ended up being the same because of traffic jam. Just another reason to look out for another job. Almost an hour later, the worn-out lawyer made it out of downtown. It was a good thing Parker didn’t live far from his place or he’d have cancelled their reunion.

Just as Chernobyl looked for a spot to park his car by Parker’s building, the man in question walked out of his concrete tower, waving off at him. His other hand seemed to hold some kind of small box. Chernobyl drove toward him, then lowered the passenger seat’s window.

“Hey, what’s up, man? Had a nice day at your new place?” Parker joyfully greeted, bending slightly and supporting himself on the window ledge.

“Don’t want to talk about it yet. What’re you doing outside?”

Parker opened the door and sat on the passenger seat. Chernobyl didn’t say anything, figuring out that his friend probably wanted to head somewhere.

“Let’s go to Edgewood Cliff.” Parker declared with a knowing smile.

“Really?” Chernobyl sighed. It was a few minutes’ ride. Not that far, but quite a quiet spot where they used to chill out with a beer and a smoke in their early twenties. “Early twenties. We’re not that old yet.” Chernobyl refrained to himself. They were twenty-eight.

“Yeah, man. It’s been a while since we chilled up there. Might as well just make it like old times.” Parker accentuated.

The lawyer stared helplessly into Parker’s deep green eyes. His rugged face showed the hints of unshaven stubble and the darker skin was a testimony to all his days spent outside as a carpenter. His head hair was shaved, but Chernobyl knew it was only so that it hid his balding pattern. Poor guy. To think he used to have a headful of thick curly hair only a decade ago, when they left High School.

Chernobyl smiled, nostalgic, then drove back on the boulevard. The sun was not set yet, but the darkness of shadows was slowly smothering the streets. Chernobyl couldn’t stop himself from thinking back at how they’ve changed since High School. While he didn’t feel as if he changed much, his bookworm personality took the best out of him in his studies to become a lawyer. Consequently, he had packed a considerable amount of weight, now weighing about 250 pounds.

On the other side, Parker, who used to be pretty good at school too, simply dropped out in college, unable to keep on with the finances and stress. He decided to follow his father’s footsteps for a much simpler life and took the course to become a carpenter. He seemed much happier now, so much that Chernobyl envied his life. Because of his physical labour, Parker stood thick and strong, criteria that made him scored with women whenever he went to the bar. In angst, Chernobyl’s last girlfriend (and thus have sex) went back to a few months already.

The pair finally arrived at the spot. On this secluded side of Edgewood Cliff, they were alone at the edge of a forest, near a precipice where teenagers usually liked to hang out. If the youngsters came to annoy them, they could just drive off and find a better place deeper in the woods.

Turning off the car, Chernobyl stretched back on his seat fairly, hearing his friend opening the metallic box. He turned his head toward the container as an earthy scent filled the car. There, inside the box, were a bunch of handcrafted smokes. Thicker and longer than the average cigarettes, they were smaller than cigars. A bit closer to these in colour, though.

“Just like old times.” Parker smirked, handing his friend one of the biggest.

“Just missing the beer.” Chernobyl added, taking the cigar-sized fag in his fingers. “Where did you get those?”

“A friend of a colleague on the job crafts them. I think he’s a native or something. Thought I’d open them with you.”

“You’re awesome, man. Have fire?”

Parker unbuckled his seating belt and dove a hand in his pockets. Chernobyl realized he was still belted and proceeded to undo the buckle. By the time he was done, his friend had the lighter on, waiting for him to put the end of the fag to the burning source. Cigarette in mouth, he leaned over to aim its end with the fire. When it was lit, Chernobyl pulled back and sat comfortably with his back on the seat.

The taste of the smoke was rather acrid, heavy even. It had been a while since he’s done this. His burning lungs made him to cough, adapting to the strength of the cigarette. His arms felt slightly tingly, so did his legs, like hundreds of ants were crawling on him. Had it been that long since he smoked? Chernobyl closed his eyes, his heart thumping hard. The car didn’t exist anymore. Parker had also left his mind. It was only him and his smoke. His sluggish limbs didn’t bother moving at all. He didn’t want them too. This smoke was better than any he’s had for a long time. Perhaps the best, period.

Hot. He was feeling hot.

Boiling even. Fuck, he’d have to clean his suit when he gets home.

His heart pumped harder. Faster.

THROB.

His loins grew tight.

Was he getting an erection over this? That would be a first, not that he minded. He sometimes liked to masturbate and have a smoke, but a smoke-inducing erection? That was new. Languidly, he brought his free hand to his crotch, feeling the constricted bulge in his pants pulse with growth. “Damn. The crotch of those pants is tight. Should have considered that when I got them tailored.” He pondered. The silliness of the thought made him chuckle. As if he could have asked the tailor to make his dress pants erection-friendly.

A locking noise broke his reverie. Suddenly, Chernobyl realized he was in his car, not alone, but with Parker. He took the fag away from his lips and coughed in embarrassment, leaving his hand over his bulge not to fondle himself anymore, but to hide it from view. He turned toward his friend, only to realize he’s closed his window. He pulled the cigarette away from his mouth for a moment.

“Lots of bugs outside, tonight. You should close your window too.” He suggested.

Chernobyl stared silently at his friend, disoriented for an instant upon noticing he also sported a bump in his shorts. Although by judging the shape of it, it looked more like a tent rather than a discreet bulge. And Parker didn’t even bother hiding it. Instead, he closed his eyes again and put the smoke back to his lips, basking in the passive pleasure the smoke procured him.

Chernobyl blushed and turned his head away from the boner tenting his friend’s slacks. Was it an effect of these homemade cigarettes? Did the guy put Viagra in them or something? A buzzing in his left ear made him shake his head, then glance at the ajar window. Parker was right. At the border of the forest, they were likely to attract bugs. He resigned closing the window. If the air became too thick with smoke, he’d just recycle the air. Window closed, Chernobyl leaned against his backrest and brought the fag back to his lips.

How long had it really been since he’s had a girlfriend? The last time, it more felt like a friend with benefits until she moved away for work. Why was it that they always had to move for work? Was it really all about the chase for greed? A closer place to home? A better income? Perhaps it was a need for renewal. In this clustered and mundane society, it was so easy to get bored with the lousy routine.

Deep inhale. The cool burn of the smoke invading his lungs felt oddly comforting. The tightness of his crotch kept nagging him, so he caressed the growing bulge. If Parker didn’t mind about popping a boner, why should he? It wasn’t as if he’s never seen Parker’s junk. Right, it had been a while since he did, perhaps in college, in the locker room.

Lost in his thoughts, Chernobyl let go of his cigarette and brought his hand to his chin. He was somewhat surprised to feel some stubble, as he could usually go a few days without shaving. However, he shrugged. If it were growing faster now, it wouldn’t bother him much. In fact, he’s rather wanted to sport a beard for a while. Maybe he could try letting it grow like Parker’s. Parker had a hell of a hot beard.

THROB.

Chernobyl’s eyes flung opened. Where did this thought come from? Did he just thought Parker’s beard was … hot? He meant aspiring, manly … and hot. Why was his head spinning now? Did he really find Parker hot? No, it was just his facial hair. Is that moaning? Chernobyl feared for a moment he had let out a moan, blushing red … but no. It wasn’t him. It was Parker.

As Chernobyl turned his gaze to his friend, he nearly melted upon contemplating Parker’s magnificent beard. Was it really that long, earlier? He was sure that it was short and nicely trimmed when he got in the car … but now, Parker seemed as if he hasn’t shaved for a few weeks, if not a month. Stray hair peeked out of the beard bush, making it look a tad unkept.

“Love your beard, man.” Chernobyl commented.

Not that he wanted to say anything. It just came out. Parker opened his eyes and looked at him. He brought a hand to feel the coarse fur, only to make a disconcerted face. Chernobyl couldn’t repress the soft moan escaping his lips, upon watching his friend touch his facial hair. The bulge in his pants only throbbed harder. He was painfully hard. If he had been alone, he’d have pulled it out, but Parker was there. Sexy bearded Parker.

“What the hell? I didn’t realize how fast it grew.” Parker muttered, taking off the fag from his lips for a moment.

“Suits you good. Makes you look … wild and manly. You should let it grow more.”

Parker chuckled at that.

“Come on, Cherno, I’m already hairy. If I let it grow, I’ll end up looking like a fuckin’ Sasquatch.”

Chernobyl closed his eyes and took a deep drag. The few glimpses at Parker’s body in college came back to his mind. He wasn’t that hairy back then, but he could imagine him getting more hirsute as years flew by. As well as imagining his beard growing.

THROB.

“Really?” Chernobyl enticed. “You weren’t that hairy in college, Park.”

“Nah, I got it after. My dad told me guys in the family got hairy in their twenties all through much in their thirties.”

THROB.

“Fuck. How come are these dress pants that constricting? And am I getting an erection over this? Does this mean Parker’s gonna grow even furrier? Fuck me! I barely have crotch and armpit hair! Man, the air is so hot and thick with smoke. Should crack open a window … but there are fucking bugs. Maybe put the air recycler?”

“Why are you asking?” Parker asked.

Turning at his friend, Parker caught a glance at the obvious bulge in the dress pants. A smug grin crossed his lips and he put a hand at his own tent. Chernobyl felt his mouth go dry in an instant. Parker took a deep inhale before adding:

“Wanna see?”

THROB.

“Huh … huh … what the…” Chernobyl stuttered, blushing.

Parker chuckled at his uncomfortable friend’s reaction.

“The hair, I mean. Wanna see how hairy I got since college?”

“Wait! Parker, I…”

Chernobyl could not finish his sentence before Parker cracked a devious smirk and started to take off his shirt. Speechless the lawyer couldn’t take his eyes away from his bare-chest friend. Parker didn’t lie about having grown hirsute: his torso was covered in thick fur. On the pectorals, a carpet of fur almost hid his tanned skin from view while a thick treasure trail joined his chest down to his crotch area. He might not sport the thick abs he used to in college, but his trim waist still showed strength.

As Chernobyl grew lost into his friend’s body, his eyes noticed Parker’s hand fondling the swelling python into his shorts. While he couldn’t remember having caught Parker with an erection before, Chernobyl still found it odd to see such a towering boner in his buddy’s slacks. Was he shoving something down there to make it look so big?

“These smokes are really good.” Parker moaned, taking in another deep drag.

That’s when Chernobyl caught something odd. The dense hair on his Parker’s torso seemingly darkened. Moreover, the mostly bare shoulders from his friend grew fairly darker, as if new hair had just sprouted from the flesh. Parker’s pole throbbed under the shorts.

“Park…?”

“Yeah?”

Chernobyl kept looking at him, his eyes never leaving the skin which was growing more and more covered with hair, to the point where he wondered if he was hallucinating things from the consumption of the drug. That was probably it. Hallucinations. There was no way Parker has gotten hairier like this. Magic didn’t exist, after all.

“Nothing.” Chernobyl dismissed, turning his head away and sitting back on his seat comfortably … or at least as comfortable as he could. “You mind if I undo my belt? I think it’s too tight.”

Parker gave him an astute look.

“Too much office, too many snacks, eh?” Parker teased.

Chernobyl let out a cowed chuckle and went on to undo the belt buckle, eliciting him a moan of relief after. Bringing his fingers to the fag in his mouth, so he could take it away for a moment, he peered at his friend with awe. Parker looked intensely at him while one of his hands settled on top of his pitched tent. The lawyer wasn’t sure whether Parker had just realized his lewd erection and was trying to hide it … or if he were, as a matter of fact, fondling himself.

A light laugh escaped the bare-chest man, startling Chernobyl. He watched his friend which started rubbing his bulge more dotingly, and then acknowledged that Parker noticed his staring. No words were spoken. The smug grin on Parker’s face stretched as he went for another deep, long, drag of his smoke. He kept it inside and Cherno witnessed the oddest thing he’s ever seen.

Parker kicked back and spread his legs in front of him. As he did so, his whole body seemed not only to stretch … but to really stretch. Parker’s bulky shoulders seemed to slip slightly higher on the seat while his knees inched just slightly further forward. At the same time, the hair covering his friend seemed to darken (or thicken, Chernobyl couldn’t tell). The shoulders, which had crept vertically on the seat, were starting to disappear under a mat of fur. Even the beard on his face seemed to crawl down, obscuring his neck.

A wince of discomfort crossed Parker’s face. He involuntarily thrust his hips forward and Chernobyl watched with amazement the tent protrude further away, pulling Parker’s shorts’ waistband down, exposing thick tufts of his pubic hair. Unable to keep the smoke in, the hirsute man let it out, clumsily coughing as he did so. Chernobyl perceived movement under the glovebox where Parker’s feet were until he heard some thuds.

“Just taking my shoes off.” Parker said, manoeuvring to push them away, foot tip against heel.

Then it dawned on Chernobyl. Both of them had always been pretty much the same height, maybe with Parker having an inch over him. However, as he took in Parker’s half-naked body next to him, he realized that his friend appeared to stand just slightly taller than he remembered.

“Parker…” Chernobyl repeated.

“Yeah?” He replied, his hand still fondling his stubborn boner.

“What’s … going on?”

Chernobyl’s sudden concern seemed to pull his friend out of his reverie … at least temporarily. Frowning, Parker looked down at his own body, realizing he was hairier than ever … and sporting an erection threatening to rip his shorts away.

“What…”

Maybe Parker blushed at the moment (it was hard to tell with all the hair on his face). Chernobyl simply watched Parker check himself out, vaguely aware that he started caressing his own bulge himself.

“I… I’m sorry, Cherno! I don’t know what came over me…” Parker muttered, embarrassed, pushing his tent to the side to hide it, as much as he could, from his friend.

“It’s fine… I think there might be some kind of Viagra or something in the smokes.” Chernobyl hypothesized.

“I’m gonna kill Chad!” He grumbled, teeth gritted.

“Hey, it’s fine, I tell you. I admit… I liked the view.”

The pair stayed silent. Chernobyl’s face reddened in embarrassment, so he turned away, driving his eyes on the still forest outside. Why did he just say that? Was he hot for Parker? He wasn’t gay … was he? And, to ease his conundrum of thoughts, Chernobyl took himself one deep, long, drag.

“Yeah.” He thought. “What if I’m hot for him a little? He’s my best friend. It’s not like that makes me gay. I’ve fucked girls before and I will still fuck girls after this night.” Chernobyl sensed the smoke kept within his lungs make him feel airy, yet dense at the same time. Like a large balloon reaching for the high skies above, only to be pulled down from the force of gravity below.

THROB.

His pants, even unbuckled, felt constricted. Maybe if he unbuttoned them … no, he’ll unbutton them after he exhales. He had to keep himself from moving too much if he wanted to keep his breath in.

But it was just the pants. The whole dress shirt was snug. Had he put on that much weight recently? What about Parker’s earlier teasing him piling the pounds? Was it true? Chernobyl thought back to Parker’s face at the remark, at that smirk. Was Parker getting off on this? After all, he sported a big throbbing erection right now.

THROB.

Chernobyl finally exhaled, unable to keep the smoke in much longer. Only then did he realize he went on to unbutton the pants, only to realize they were already open, but the button was missing. Even the zipper was down.

The sound of a heavy slap caught his attention. Chernobyl turned to his right, noticing Parker had taken out his big boner, which had audibly slapped against his furry belly. The penis was a weapon of destruction. Thick as a beer can and longer than two, the rod wasn’t far from the foot long mark.

While he held his smoke with his left hand, Parker brought his right one to the erection jutting in front of him, the head already glistening with precum. Even with his paw around it, he couldn’t bring himself circle the whole impressive girth of the cock. He grunted, left his cigar to his lips, and took his second hand to his monster, masturbating with both. In rhythm with them, Parker started gyrating his hips, thrusting into his hairy mitts. Unconsciously, Chernobyl had pulled out his own erection, swollen at almost 9.5″ rather the usual 6″.

THROB.

Maybe more like ten inches, in fact. The hirsute masturbator let out a loud growl, which was enough for Chernobyl to startle. The last bits of Parker’s fag were consumed and the butt fell by the seat, as he opened his mouth to let out this blissful groan. If Parker appeared to stand straighter, maybe a little taller than Chernobyl a few instants ago, Parker now obviously towered over him by a few inches. His knees bucked and hit the glovebox and his head slipped past the head cushion, which was now level with his shoulders.

Hearing the loud animalistic bellow, Chernobyl witnessed Parker ejaculate all over the glovebox and the front window. More and more came out, like an undying geyser. The thick smoky smell filling the car grew even denser, the musk of male rut adding into the mix. Lost into the haze, Chernobyl missed that he stopped breathing, holding in the burning smoke from the fag between his lips. Suddenly, one of the lowest buttons of his shirt blew off, hitting the steering wheel.

The driver looked down and finally noticed how much he filled his uniform. The remaining buttons strained to contain the mass of his bulging gut. Already, his navel was exposed and, weirdly enough, it seemed to be surrounded with thick hair. Upon checking himself, Chernobyl realized the presence of many dark hair peeking through the gaps of his white shirt. Furthermore, he could not refrain himself from increasing his masturbation pace.

THROB.

“Phew … man … that felt good.” Parker moaned, idly caressing the barely softening pillar before him.

Chernobyl then felt a wet, sticky, hand slap against his rounder belly. His eyes comprehended at that moment how broad Parker’s mitts were now, one of them almost eclipsing half of his swollen gut. Gosh … what a virile guy…

“So hairy…” He thought aloud, absorbed by the size of Parker’s hand, rubbing against his middle.

“Just like men are supposed to be.” Parker said, his fingers slipping through the gap, twirling amid the body hair.

“My feet hurt.” Chernobyl thought.

“Hairy, manly … horny.”

Even though Chernobyl had just witnessed Parker climax like ten guys, he felt the throbbing boner of his friend, his jack off buddy, pressing against his thigh. Smearing semen all over his expansive dress pants.

THROB.

“Take another drag, Cherno.” Parker enticed him.

“This … this isn’t you, Park! These … things are doing something to … to…”

“C’mon, Cherno. Are you a man?”

“Pa… Parker…” He moaned, pitifully.

The intensity of Parker’s eyes on him made Chernobyl feel like a small helpless child for a moment. The smoke surrounding them, filling the car, was changing them. There was no other explanation to it. Chernobyl felt the length of Parker’s baseball bat thrusting against him, uncontrollably.

“Don’t you want to be a man?” Parker taunted, the hand caressing his gut slipping toward a higher position, reaching a nipple, squeezing it a little.

Chernobyl took a deep drag in an attempt to repress a moan. Another button popped off from his shirt, then another. The seat of his pants was growing so tight. He could feel the sides of his butt pushing past the sides of the seat. He had to resist. What was happening to them was beyond anything real. They had to breathe fresh air. They had … they had…

His friend’s lips came close to his ear.

“A big, robust, manly man.”

Chernobyl let out a cough, needing to grasp for fresh air. If only he could … pull open the window. He felt something wet against him. The realization of Parker kissing his ear filled him with dread, yet so much pleasure. And that beard against his neck… Why was he getting off to this … this … gay nonsense! Moreover, he couldn’t stop himself from listening to his brainwashed (or brain fried perhaps?) friend. Without further words needed, Chernobyl let himself breath another deep drag from the cigar-sized fag, almost completely consumed by then. Already, he felt the clothes tighten more. A soft tearing sound came from under his gargantuan thighs. Room was getting cramped.

“Big…”

RRRRRRIIIIIIPPP. There goes the pants.

“Tall…”

The driver felt his knees push up against the steering wheel. Heels were slipping further. Head stretching higher, making Parker look less gigantic by the second.

“Handsome…”

The shoes couldn’t take anymore. Chernobyl let out a moan of relief as the tip of his large feet forced their way out of the hot cramped dress shoes, finally getting some air. He was catching up to Parker’s height. How tall was Parker now, anyway? Well over six feet for sure. Six feet and a half maybe? God, he was almost as big and as hairy as a wookie! No wonder why the car felt so cramped next to him!

“Big-bellied…”

OOOF!

As if encouraged by Parker’s deviant description, Chernobyl felt the vast expanse of his gut protrude further outwards, pressing against his … his … his lover’s strong hand. Funny how Parker’s hand didn’t appear so big anymore. More buttons popped away, revealing more and more of Chernobyl’s massiveness. His hair-covered belly hit the steering wheel, which seemed lower than ever. Not only because of his head inching closer to the roof of the car, but because his thick knees were inching taller on either side. The seat, the whole car, flinched under his increasing weight and mass. While Parker grew to enormous sizes, he’s somewhat kept his lean looks, although his muscle mass seemed to have slightly increased. It was impossible to tell with the thick pelt of fur covering his body.

“Strong…”

While Chernobyl had found himself getting fat, he had yet to realize that it wasn’t just fat, but that he had indeed grown firmer all over. He thought back for a moment at college and wondered what would have happened if he had joined Parker to play sports. Or simply throw ball here and then outside. While not a fan of sports, his brothers and his father always complained he was too much of a bookworm. Come to think about it, he fairly liked to watch rugby. He even participate sometimes with his brothers and neighbours. There was something … primal, almost sexual, in playing roughly with his peers.

“Horny…”

Chernobyl barely repressed a chuckle at that, some smoke escaping his lips. He’s been horny all night. All day too, for that matter. He was always horny. He couldn’t go through a day without jerking off twice. He couldn’t go through a week without fucking at least thrice (every two days). He just wasn’t. And with his lover sitting next to him in the car, sharing a smoke with him, baiting him, taunting him to no end … and with his foot long monster humping his thigh, there was no way he could not be horny.

“Dominant…”

Parker didn’t seem so big anymore. The car, unlike him, was getting small. Chernobyl used his free left hand to reach, with difficulty, the seat lever, and pulled it all the way back, giving him a little (yet not that much) room. Parker might have like this old car they used to own in college. It made them feel every inch of their superior size to anyone else, but Chernobyl was getting a bit tired of the clustered feeling inside this small vehicle. If his lean six-foot-seven lover could barely squeeze himself inside this car, how could he imagine him, Chernobyl Moore, a four-hundred-pound ex-jock six-foot-eight lawyer would fit?

“Daddy…”

Enough. As much as Chernobyl enjoyed the teasing from his buddy, he was now too horny to let it continue. The smoke done, he threw it on the ground dismissively and turned toward his lover, his boy. A lust of lust and fear filled Parker’s eyes as Chernobyl looked slightly down at him. Had they not been in this ill-fitting car, Chernobyl would have leaped at him and fucked him good. Instead, he grasped Parker’s thick head of hair and pulled him into a lewd French kiss.

Their earthy mouth scents and saliva mixed together, the smoke taste still lingering. The more they kissed, the more desperate Chernobyl grew. He pushed Parker’s face away and then forced it between his legs, where his fat eleven incher throbbed angry and purple. Parker had such a big mouth, always ending up talking, sometimes boring Chernobyl to no end, but there was a good outcome to it: he was taking him without complaining.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, little cocksucker. Suck on daddy’s dick.” He spoke in between grunts.

Surely, Parker muttered something, as he felt a vibration on his penis, but he wouldn’t let the boy speak. Not before he got his own orgasm. The little bitch already had its own, without waiting for him.

The car rocked back and forth as Chernobyl started gyrating his hips, filling his boy’s throat with his thick erection. Erection that would have stretched his fine muscled ass, if they had not been that cramped in this fucking tiny car. Next time, they would take the pickup.

“Here it comes, boy! Hope … you’re … ready for a big one!” Chernobyl boomed as he emptied his new large balls inside Parker’s restless mouth.

Some cum slipped past his lips and dropped on the floor, but Chernobyl couldn’t care less. As he left his throbbing erection to die out a little, onto which Parker still nursed pliantly, he couldn’t get over that something … felt off. As Parker withdrew himself from his crotch, Chernobyl couldn’t help but feel conflicted upon watching his… (Friend? Lover? Boy?) buddy covered in a carpet of man hair, his head almost brushing the car rooftop. The shorts he attempted on pulling up couldn’t conceal the still half-hard python (had he just cummed again?), neither they did reach the knees anymore.

Even himself, Chernobyl, was half naked, his suit practically ripped opened and torn to pieces. The thoughts of his former reality conflicted with the thoughts of an imaginary one brought to fit the transformation they underwent. Parker himself, for once, didn’t say a word. Both men stayed seated for a few minutes, absorbing slowly the course of the events.

“Let’s head home.” Chernobyl finally muttered.

“Okay. My place or yours?”

“Does it even matter?”

Parker stayed silent. Chernobyl gave a quick glance at the metal box which contained the fags, lying on the floor between both their seats. If only one of the smokes had changed them that much, what would happen if they smoke another one? Or perhaps the whole box? Parker shook his head negatively and Chernobyl understood. Silently, he ignited the engine and soon went back to the road. None of them said a word during the drive.

Apparently, driving with gigantic naked feet proved to be harder than Chernobyl anticipated.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Chernobyl looked through the wall-sized window of his office. As odd as it felt at first, no one seemed to have noticed nor his changes, nor Parker’s. That didn’t prevent them to buy a new wardrobe. Several months had passed since then. As much as Chernobyl had tried hooking with girls again, which he didn’t even have to try, he couldn’t get hard with them anymore and their hookup nights ended sourly. Parker experienced similar scenarios and whenever they met up, either for a regular smoke or a chilling evening, the two would end up fucking.

While Chernobyl had found himself to be more of a top, he grew to enjoy bottoming here and then for Parker, although he stayed dominant in both roles. After a few weeks, the two friends decided to move in together. Some nights, they two of them would keep fucking, alternating who’s topping and who’s bottoming until the early hours of the morning. Often, the rutting sessions would start off while watching pornography on the TV, starting off with straight clips until one of them would get frustrated not from hardening up and thus would change it to gay ones.

It was him who did the first move. One morning, before leaving for work, Parker was tying up his large size 17 boots when Chernobyl, eating breakfast, told him: “I think I love you, Parker.” They didn’t talk about it for the rest of the day. That night, Parker told him he had tried contacting the friend who gave him the fags, but he had seemingly disappeared. Chernobyl spent part of the night comforting his crying buddy, who kept saying he wanted to return to whom he was before. They didn’t have sex that night, but in the morning Chernobyl woke up to Parker drilling his gigantic ass with his foot long club.

Chernobyl brought a hand to his crotch, thinking back to the event, moving away from the window as he began groping himself. He remembered that, from then on, Parker and him started developing not only a fuck buddy affair, but a more sophisticated form of relationship. They would go out to a restaurant together, head to the theatre, go back to their place by the woods to chill … commence a loving relationship, after all.

A ringing from the phone on his desk took Chernobyl off his thoughts. After working a few weeks at the firm, they had upgraded his position, giving him his own office. Perhaps his new impressive, strong stature gave him a boost for that.

“Yes?” Chernobyl asked. Even his voice had changed. A touch deeper, what stood out was his powerful affirmation, although sometimes he found himself to get a tad too loud. Especially when he was drunk. Even more when fucking.

“Mr. Moore, Mr. Patterson is here to see you.”

“Send him to me.”

Chernobyl laid back on his office chair, the most robust he could get. Just thinking about his boy coming to see him for the lunch break was enough to give him a semi, even though he had fucked him that morning. A few minutes later, a knock alerted him. After speaking a loud “come in” the opaque glass door opened and Parker entered. The wilderness of Parker’s jungle-like beard gave the lawyer a spontaneous erection, which he did not bother to hide. With the thick bulge threatening the rip through his pants on full display, Chernobyl gestured him to close the door behind. A grin crossed his lips, knowing full well the show had an immediate effect on his lover.

“So … what is the reason of your presence, Mr. Patterson?” Chernobyl teased, groping his boner through his pants. Already, the outline of Parker’s hardening monster grew clearer and clearer with each step closer to the desk.

“Do you know what day it is, Mr. Moore?”

That smug smirk of his… Chernobyl would slam him against the wall, trap him with his big belly and kiss him to death. Obviously, he didn’t do it. Not that he didn’t bear the desire to. Parker would probably not even mind. Heck, he’d probably fight a little just to entice him to be rougher. Chernobyl sighed at the thought. God, he loved masculinity. Any doubt he had about returning to his old life died whenever he met up with Parker. There was just something about him that urged him to go on, to take care of him, to love him. And it was mutual.

“Yeah. I know.”

Chernobyl eased himself out of his chair and stood up, accidentally knocking the desk with his knees as he did so. Watching the world from this six-foot-eight point of view was rubbing off on him: while it bothered him at first, he was growing to like it. Everything was small or too small for him. Some of his tall colleagues complained about their height, but him, not anymore. Perhaps the fags they’ve smoked, exactly a year ago, have also twisted his own perception? He didn’t mind. Not anymore, at least.

“Good. Can you cancel your afternoon?”

The question struck Chernobyl, destabilized for a moment. With a frown, he Parker the fisheye, waiting for an explanation as to why he would get off. As much as he loved his boy, he wasn’t the type to stop work for an escapade. However, his demeanour changed suddenly when he saw Parker pull out a small metallic box from the inside pocket of his jacket. Without further word, the lawyer reached for the phone on his desk and called the reception.

“Elise? Could you move my afternoon clients to later this week, please? I sadly have to leave right now.”

“Sir…”

“Thank you, Elise.”

Already, Parker had pulled out two of the changeful fags from the box. He put one to his lips and placed one between Chernobyl’s lips. The playfulness of his lover elicited a chuckle from him, but when Parker pulled out his lighter, the lawyer refrained him in his actions.

“Let’s get out of here first, Park.”

For once, Chernobyl found his lover to stay upright without moving, stopping him in his steps. He was about to remove the fag from his mouth when Park stopped him again, heading to light his smoke.

“Parker, what are you doing?” Chernobyl asked, self-conscious about smoking in his office, already thinking of the potential consequences of these magical cigars. “What if…? Not here!”

“Aww … c’mon, Cherno. You’re pretty high on the ladder here. Nobody’s gonna mess up with you.” With that said, Chernobyl watched Parker light his own fag before he gave a teasing poke into his big belly. “You’d better remove that big old suit, big guy.”

Chernobyl could already feel the smoke filling his lungs. God, has it been really a whole year already? He closed his eyes, basking in ecstasy. That blissful feeling was so distant, but the foggy memories from that fateful night surged on his mind as if it were only yesterday. Chernobyl opened his eyes and noticed Parker had removed the fat cigarette from his mouth to blow a cloud of smoke on his face. A fog Chernobyl greedily took in with a deep drag.

“Don’t you want to remove your suit, Cherno?” Parker asked, putting the fag to his lips, then rubbing the sides of the belly filling the already filled white dress shirt.

“Want me to … or would you rather watch me outgrow it?”

Chernobyl was a little startled, his voice had already dropped a little in pitch, sounding like a pile of rubble. Before his eyes, Parker seemed to inch down slightly, but Cherno knew he was not shrinking at all. He was growing. Again. His tightening size 19s dress shoes testified that. God, this was starting faster than last year. What Parker’s friend had put in these surely was acting differently with each fag. If the one he had a year ago had made him that big and uplifted his personality, to the point of climbing the ladder in the firm quickly, what would another do? Or two? Heck, he might become the new giant CEO of the company!

Parker’s eyes widened in lust. Chernobyl knew he liked what he saw. The smokes … they created some kind of addiction. Waking a need in him for more, a longing desire to smoke and grow. Was this what the power felt like? He liked the feeling of changing and so did Parker. Chernobyl grinned and took another deep, deep, drag.

POP.

A button broke from his white shirt. The shoulders of his dark jacket were getting tight. Parker didn’t seem to change much at first, although the hair on his head might have grown longer. The beard, which reached his chest, stretched further down. Maybe he looked buffer? He certainly wasn’t getting taller, at least for now.

Without any word, Parker reached up and pulled on Chernobyl’s tie, forcing him to bend down and share a sloppy kiss. The more asserting actions from Parker destabilized Chernobyl momentarily, who was turned on nonetheless. After the slobbery kiss, Parker let go of Chernobyl’s tie and the lawyer stretched back to his full height, looking further down at his boy than ever. He had to be seven feet tall by now … and the more he gazed at his tall lover, the shorter he ironically looked.

Parker broke their lust induced stare and walked away with a grin plastered on his face. Chernobyl’s eyes followed him like a predator watches his prey. Parker threw him a confident smirk before bending over his desk seductively. That was all Chernobyl needed to continue. He pulled on his tie to loosen it up a little and unfastened his belt. After finally hauling his wrist thick ass destroyer out, he tore opened Parker’s jeans and aimed the tip for the welcoming hole.

Parker startled and moaned at the tearing sound, but Chernobyl pressed his hand against his back, already feeling the hair and muscle filling and growing under the bottom’s jacket.

“You’re gonna have to get bigger if you want to keep taking daddy’s dick, boy.”

“Oh! I will … you’re just … so big…”

“That’s right, boy. Just breathe in.”

The instant Chernobyl gave into his first thrust, the desk under the two rutting men creaked loudly. Parker breathed in, fag clasped tight between his lips, hands holding against the complaining wood. Chernobyl witnessed the expansion of Parker’s back, then heard the first tearing sounds. The thrusts accelerated. They smoked. They grew. Chernobyl’s shoes exploded off his feet.

Once Quent crossed the college front doors, it was already past noon. Students and teachers alike walked out to eat something at the surrounding fast-food restaurants. Despite having eaten a greasy sandwich, Quent felt his stomach growl in hunger, like the empty calories of his copious breakfast had done nothing to satiate him. The teen grimaced at the annoying noise coming from his middle, judging he was filling his clothes already enough with no need to overeat.

Quent fished out his phone from his snug jeans pocket and scrolled through his list of college buddies. Ever since he’s started going on poppers, very little of his usual friends kept hanging out with him or texting him. Probably he shouldn’t have ignored them for over a month before recontacting them. But that didn’t matter.

Quent looked through his most recent messages. Apart from his brother and his stoner buddy, the one who invited him to the party on the previous night, the other conversations were at least a few weeks old. Suddenly, Quent was surprised to receive a text from a classmate of his, one with whom he had completed a paper during the previous semester. In fact, a classmate whom he had encouraged to write that paper.

‘U weren’t in class again this morning. U alright, Q?’

The student smiled dumbly, then proceeded to type back something, somehow finding it awkward, the digital keyboard feeling smaller than he remembered. His fingers seemed more likely to press two keys rather than one. Quent blamed it on the lack of sleep.

‘Yea got a hard mornin bro.’

He grinned at the pun.

‘Hope i didnt miss 2 much.’
‘Just got here btw.’

‘I can pass u my notes later if u want.’
‘U have a class this PM?’

Suddenly, just like reality hit him like a car driving full force into a brick wall, Quent realized he didn’t have any class for the rest of the day, actually. The man blushed severely, feeling very dumb at the moment for getting to college and realizing he missed his only class of the day.

‘No. Thought I’d make it on time.’
‘Transport sucks.’
‘Hard.’

‘We can still hang out if u want. What u say?’

Quent stared at his phone for a moment. His classmate’s concern was heartwarming. The lingering scent of poppers tickled his nose. A flush of heat directed itself from his chest to his groin which was already filling with blood… again. The lust hormones slowly filled Quent anew as his thoughts shifted from spending an afternoon with his classmate to an afternoon where he could masturbate with his online buddies, watching porn and edging for hours.

Right there, in the college lobby, Quent popped a tent in his ready-to-burst jeans, unfazed by the people walking by. Slowed down by the invisible cloud of poppers, the drugged man stood with his mouth agape, conflicted between the two choices offered to him. Suddenly, he was accidentally shoved out of the way by another student who didn’t watch where he was going. Quent was brought out of his thoughts. He looked down at the apologizing man dumbly. Just as the guy was about to pursue his walk, something kept him from walking away from Quent.

“Huh? Dude, what’s that smell?” The student asked, almost hypnotized by the strong scent coming from the bator.

Upon hearing the word smell, Quent’s boner twitched. A bead of precum oozed out of his cock, staining the jeans yet with another dark spot. Clouded with lust, Quent took all that was left of his will not to haul out his fat penis and to masturbate in the open. Without answering the question, the horny student left the curious man whose pants were already beginning to tent from inhaling the 3G’s scent oozing from Quent.

The masturbator entered the nearest men’s bathroom, filled with a few occupants, and went for the closest stall. It just couldn’t wait. The strain was too constricting, too unbearable. Despite all the effort, the horny lad pulled the jeans down as best as he could with the boxers. Finally, the monster locked inside his pants was free. Quent petrified for a moment. Even though he’s come twice since he woke up, one time barely an hour ago at the coffee shop, multiple strings of pre-cum stuck between his boxers and his penis. A big dollop of syrupy pre-ejaculate dropped from the swollen cock head into the toilet bowl. What struck Quent the most was obviously the sheer size of his dong. Previously almost inexistent veins crisscrossed along the great length of the demanding meat.

The instant he wrapped a hand around it, Quent was overcome with such bliss that he almost did not notice the unusual size of the member. Whereas it used to be humble, starting to use the 3Gs poppers seemed to have actually increased its size, secondary effects minimally affecting other areas of his body. On the previous night, he did go to sleep with an eight inches erection and a respectable girth. However, this meat was at least eleven inches long. Moreover, with a large hand wrapped around the big penis, Quent curiously brought his second hand on top of his first one, noticing that the bloated hooded glans was still sticking further out.

“Big… fat… penis…” Quent muttered in obsessed admiration, jacking it up and down with both of his hands, completely forgetting about the other bathroom occupants.

From the moment his hands started to play with his large, veiny bate-stick, Quent blissfully moaned. The real world around him collapsed into nothingness, only leaving the heavenly pleasure of caressing his manhood, like a conditioned worshipper bowing to his God’s will. Quent let his shoulders take hold against the locked stall door behind him, giving him the proper angle to thrust his pelvis up. To showcase his throbbing boner in all its marvelous glory.

His rational thoughts were no more. All he cared for, all he longed for, was to please his needy manhood. To masturbate and edge for hours. To experience the most blissful ejaculations in the world before starting all over again. Such a big penis brought him so much joy, so much happiness, so much fulfillment than he ever felt before since he started taking poppers. Would the pleasure increase even more if his penis kept growing even bigger?

Like an avid believer, Quent prayed. He wished for his fat boner to keep growing. Bigger. Fatter. Longer. More sensitive. He wanted his private parts to grow over the norm. Beyond what was humanly possible. To grow big enough to become an entity of its own, yet it would still be a part of him. This penis was his God, his all, his everything, but above anything it was his. He didn’t care, not that he noticed yet, what other side effects these poppers would do. Or already did to him.

Quent did not know for how long he kept going on his drooling boner. He completely forgot about his classmate. He did not even consider the ringing phone in his pocket. Screw them. Screw the world. All that mattered was his penis. To please it. To watch it. To feel it GROW in his hands.

The toilet seat before Quent was covered in his rank pre-ejaculate. The 3Gs’ musk heaved in the bathroom. The masturbator didn’t hear the moans coming from the other occupants, nor their rushed exit. He was too engrossed into his penis. The veins stretched from his pillar of flesh to his crotch, imitating a growing tree’s roots. The dong pulsed with life and growth. It was about to bloom.

Some pre-ejaculate fell on the floor between his spread legs. The snugness of his shoes seemed to have grown to a crushing pain. Just like his growing python, his limb ends swole up, hands and feet alike, from the excess of hormones and testosterone drowning him.

His arms felt sore from the exertion of beating off and off and off, covered in thick pulsing veins. Quent barely realized that he had taken out his full ballsack at some point, ready to unload a massive amount of seed.

Unable to hold any longer, Quent let out a loud groan, a brick-like resistance in his throat giving out, his vocal cords dropping a full octave lower. The moment he crossed the point of no return, his penis swelled further, throbbed so thick he felt it pulse larger in his hands, pushing past a footlong monstrosity. As everything fell into oblivion except the pleasure brought from his privates, Quent’s jaw slacked down. His tongue hung out and slobbered massively, saliva coating his chin and thick facial hair, dripping on his ill-fitting shirt.

Reveling in pleasure, Quent did not apprehend the absurd amount of ejaculate that sprayed all over the stall. Like there was no end in sight more came out and out, and still out, to a point where the pleasure grew toxic as his thirsty balls hurt from expelling so much seed. The geyser eventually came to a stop, the masturbator’s large testicles finally emptied. Still, the blissful spasms of an unending ejaculation kept going for a whole minute, only nothing else came out. A few minutes later, Quent finally came to. His clouded mind dissipated slightly. He could recollect his thoughts and actually move on.

Awkwardly, Quent did his best pulling his pants back up, only to hear something horrifyingly tear.

“Fuck…”

The woozy student, with no other solutions in mind, kept pulling up the breaking jeans, the ripping sound continuing all the while. When the undersize clothes were back up and hiding most of his ass, Quent tried buttoning the front, but it was a lost cause. There was no way he’d ever close them anymore, leaving his ridiculous bulge bouncing past the broken zipper. With a desperate attempt at forcing the button shut, Quent gasped as he tore further the jeans, revealing a wide gap under his pouch, between the thighs.

Defeated, the horny lad furiously pulled his shirt down as best as he could so that he could cover the perverse display of his outrageous bulge. The world only seemed to crumble further apart around him as he realized the shirt would not even reach his waist anymore. Staring in disbelief at his bulging midsection, only then he understood how much he’s packed on pounds recently. From missing classes and work, spending most of his time on pleasuring himself and his money on booze and fast-food, he’s realized the impact of his almost complete lull of actual physical activity.

Shared between denial and acceptance, Quent opened the door of his stall and looked at himself in the large bathroom mirror, the room empty by then. The man facing him was a complete stranger. Long gone was his previous athletic body, his kept hygiene, his dignity. Facing him stood a depraved hypersexual freak, a fat slob.

His hair was messy. Hell, his whole testosterone-filled body was covered in body hair. The clothes were bursting off of him. The shirt barely held the soft spherical gut he’s grown since he’s let himself go and became subject to the side effects of drug overuse. Even his fat ass had obliterated the backside and inseams of his jeans.

Looking down, he noticed that his shoes, which oddly seemed farther than he remembered, were not spared. They had been broken through by a pair of nasty and sweaty feet he didn’t recognize. He wiggled the large toes that were already fraying their way through the undersize socks, almost mesmerized by their sheer size. Shaking his head, Quent looked back at the mirror. His half-hard penis already deformed the ratty underwear he’s worn for since the previous day.

And the more he looked at himself…

And the more he saw how much of a pervert and a lazy fatass he’s become…

The hornier he grew.

The lust induced dreams came to an end as an unpleasant ringtone perturbed Quent’s sleep. Groggily, the young man stretched an arm toward his phone on the nightstand, accidentally knocking the lamp down in the process. The added noise to the irritating morning alarm made him groan. Then, loud knocks on his door were added to the cacophony.

“Quent! You’re going to miss your train!” He heard his parent exclaim on the other side of the door.

“Ugh… fuck… what day are we?” He muttered to himself, realizing as he said it that it was Friday. That he had a class at 9 AM. In thirty minutes. “Shit…”

Even if he picked the next train, he would be late. However, if he missed that train, he’d skip class entirely… not that it would be a bad thing, considering it all. After all, he’s missed a few classes already since the beginning of the semester. Still, he’s already failed that very class on the previous semester and failing it again would risk him to be expelled.

With an exasperated sigh, Quent eased himself out of his bed. The sheer action proved to be more demanding than usual. His body seemed to drag down like it weighed its volume in gold. Groggily, Quent went for the pair of jeans he discarded on the floor last night, before his bate session. This alone made him grunt in effort, the small belly he’s grown in the past few months eclipsing what used to be a set of abs. After discovering Bator’s World, he preferred masturbating rather than attending the gym. In fact, the loss of those aesthetic no-good muscles made his superficial ex-girlfriend leave him… not that he minded much anymore.

The thought of his celibacy made him gloomy for a moment, stopping him in his tracks. However, the invisible musk lingering in the air soothed him, plastering a goofy smirk on his lips. Negative thoughts and stress evaporated, leaving him at peace. It wasn’t a bad thing to be single. He had time to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

“More time for batin’…” He braced himself, scratching at his thick morning stubble.

Putting the pants on proved to be a feat Quent was not prepared for. He was not ignorant to the fact the jeans he’s worn for the past five years have been getting snug. After all, he was not as active as he used to be. His expanding waistline was a testimony to that. Nonetheless, it was getting ridiculous. He thought the soft buns he’s grown had filled the seat of his pants nicely, but, somehow the pants seemed filled to the breaking point this morning.

“Ugh… C'mon, I’ve put them yesterday…” He grumbled, pulling as hard as he could, sucking his gut as much as possible.

Still, the pants mocked the late student, slipping up his fleshy thighs one inch at a time. After giving one tug too hard, the belt loops onto which he pulled ripped off. Cussing under his breath, Quent let himself fall onto his bed in irritated submissiveness. Yet again, the soothing scent of poppers eased his annoyed mind. He waited for a few moments, unconsciously letting the appeasing smell fill him, before trying to pull them up again. He grabbed onto another set of denim loops. He pulled once more, finally lodging his girthy ass into the jeans.

However, that was only the first step. After putting on the undersize pants, the next step was to button them up, then to put a t-shirt on. However, the morning wood still jutted out from the crotch of his pants, poking straight up, demanding, throbbing.

“Ughh… fuck me…” Quent groaned in annoyance, grasping his hand around his needy prick.

The student was taken aback, the shaft feeling bigger than he was accustomed to. As he began pumping it up and down, he basked his head back. He imagined he was high on poppers again, still oblivious to the lingering scent of the broken vial filling the room. His penis twitched, throbbing further than ever before, pre-ejaculate oozing out onto his hand, some of it dripping onto the incredibly tight trousers.

“Yo, Q, you coming out or…”

Quent did not even bother to look or to listen to the intruding sibling into his room, having opened the door without warning. Right there, his little brother assisted to his brother’s ferocious wanking. Not only was the excruciating sight upsetting but the stench overpowering the room was enough to make him sick in the stomach.

“Fucking hell, Q!” His brother exclaimed, closing the door abruptly and leaving as fast as he came.

“He’s nineteen anyway. He’s seen dicks before.” Quent muttered to himself.

Left all to himself, he kept on rubbing up and down the needing shaft of flesh, slave to its pleasure. The 3Gs essence comforted him, making him unresponsive to his environment. He forgot about the fact that he was running late or about his brother’s quick outburst.

Nothing else mattered but to pleasure his penis, his idol, his glorious dong. Unconsciously, he spread his legs, forcing the already tight jeans to the breaking point, unaware of the fragile seams starting to split right below his plump set of nuts.

Faster than he could make out, warm gooey cum shot out of his penis, hitting his forehead first, each further spurt hitting further below, drenching his naked torso in sperm.

A few moments passed before Quent could sit back and forcefully shove the softening monster inside the crotch of his pants. Simply buttoning them seemed like a miracle, taking far too long and effort. The pants left nothing to the imagination. Quent reminded himself that he should probably check his waistline if he still wanted to fit inside his clothes… but the preoccupation died out under the drug-induced air.

Quent did not bother to clean himself nor to shave the thick stubble he’s somehow grown. Nonchalant, he put on a shirt he found on top of a messy pile of clothes on the ground. Maybe it was dirty, maybe it was not. He didn’t know and didn’t have the time to check. Perhaps he didn’t mind whether it was dirty or not. It felt snug in comparison to what he was used to, just like the jeans.

Shrugging it off, he sat on the edge of his bed to shove his feet inside his sneakers, which somehow felt cramped as well. No time. Putting on a jacket and taking one last deep breath of his personized room scent, he left the room, completely forgetting about his school bag.

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After missing the train, Quent knew he’d not make it on time to class. Somehow, a part of him wanted to be angry at himself for it, but he only accepted this defeat passively. Lazily, Quent walked off the platform toward the small coffee shop by the tracks. After his arduous morning, he left home so fast he did not bother to eat or drink anything.

A small bell chimed the instant he pushed the door opened. The shop was almost empty, except for a few elders reading newspaper with their coffee and sandwich. The late student walked toward the counter where the barista chatted with a coworker. Approaching them, Quent noticed the look on their face dropping. A grimace formed on them. One of the workers walked away while the other forced a smile on his face.

“Hi, sir. What can I help you with?” He asked.

Quent just realized that his mouth had been dumbly opened all along. Did he drool?

“Huh… I’ll have a ham and cheese sandwich… and a big black coffee.”

After his business was done with the barista, the student left the counter. He went for the closest chair and dropped his ass on it. Audibly, he heard the seams of his jeans creak as he did so. The realization he let himself go in the past few months tried surfacing again, but he never felt as good as he was, lately. The only apparent stress seemed to come from attending and passing his classes now. And work. Maybe it’d be for the better if he dropped out. Only then he’d spend more time at home. Which meant more time masturbating.

The sole thought was enough to make his fuck stick harden in his poorly fitting jeans. To anyone who would stare at him, it would be obvious he was getting an erection. Automatically, Quent brought his right hand on top of the straining bulge and bit his lip to suppress a moan. What was happening to him? He had better self-control than this. Better judgment too. Yet, all that he could think of was to pull his dick out and masturbate again. It was like a cloud of musk and lust surrounded him wherever he went. It was like he was inhaling the 3Gs constantly.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely acknowledged the barista that brought him a tray with his order on it. The worker might have told him something, but Quent simply nodded absently. As the stranger walked back toward the counter, Quent could have sworn the guy’s pants were bulging at the crotch. Perverse thoughts slipped through the student’s mind. How many times did this guy masturbate weekly, daily? How long were his sessions? Was he an edger? Did he sniff poppers like him? Somehow, Quent wished this guy would.

While never having given the proper reflexion before, Quent wondered how mutual masturbation with another guy would feel. He’s always considered himself straight, but his masturbation addiction had often brought him to question his sexuality. Was he really straight? Was masturbating to guys doing the same making him gay? He grimaced. Perhaps not. He did not want to stick his penis inside some guy’s butthole… or did he? Maybe if the guy was… masculine enough he would… but that wouldn’t be gay sex right? He’d just use that guy’s ass like some sort of sleeve or fleshlight. Yeah. Totally not gay.

What if the other guy asked to fuck him? Would he let him? Hell no, that would be gay. However, if the other guy was desperate to stick his penis into something and fuck it… why would he turn down on helping a bro? It’d just be like bros helping bros, not gay sex.

Some guys on Bator’s World called themselves “solosexuals”. They proclaimed they were not really turned on by fucking with a partner, but turned on by fucking their own hands or toys. Either by themselves or with other bros. Did that make him one of these? A solosexual?

Lost in his perverse thoughts, Quent ate his breakfast on autopilot. His concealed hardon did not falter. It kept swelling and stretching against his thigh, fighting for space in the ill-fitting pants. Absently tapping his feet on the ground, he failed to notice that the toes were already making the tip of the shoes bulging, close to bursting.

Finished with his food, Quent stood up and stretched, his undersize shirt and jacket slipping up. Unawaringly, he showed the whole place his bloated waist. Just as he let go and unconsciously pulled down on his clothes, a slight discomfort tightened his guts. A bubbling sound spread then crept up his esophagus… and came out as a loud belch. The noise made everyone in the place look at him.

What had he done? In fear of what others might think, the precious comfort of the poppers scent came back to him. Knots of stress eased up. The clothes, which had soaked the essence of the poppers all night, clouded him, once again, with blissful insouciance.

Quent wanted to feel shame, to be embarrassed, but all he did was a nonchalant shrug. The bulge of his crotch was pushing harder than ever, throbbing, starting to leak, marking his jeans with a dark spot of precum. Quent absently rubbed his erection, then walked toward the bathroom. He still had a few minutes before the next train. He might as well spend some quality time with his big dong.

- Finals -

“Sorry for keeping you waiting for me.” The tall hippie told me.

Alan was the last student remaining in the class for the Informatics exam. He sure was shy, almost embarrassed, raising his arm and showing off his sweaty armpit, rank from the heat in the class. Being the teaching assistant of doctor Markov, I was the one watching the class for the finals as he was off to some congress in Yale. The room was warm, even with the windows opened, but it was May after all. The undergraduate gave a darkened copy of his exam as he’s erased quite a number of times. I looked back at him with a smile.

“Your grade should be out by Friday.” I told him.

“Alright.” He said back with a shy smile, head down but his eyes never breaking his gaze on me.

My things were already packed. I was about to head out of the class when he caught up with me.

“Hey, Yan, (can I call you Yan?) want to hit the bar with me and my buds?”

“What?” I turned back, frowning.

It sure annoyed me that he called me Yan instead of Yannick, my full name, especially since I was not really a friend of his. Actually, I was the one who was going to put a grade on his paper.

“I don’t… really think I’d have time for that. I still have a few dozens of copies to grade.”

“Aww c’mon, I know you’d like to.” He insisted.

Alan walked closer to me, holding himself against the wall by the door in almost a flirty way. Was he hitting on me? I can’t tell if I blushed at that moment, but as I was about to decline once more. However, the deep smell of his pit impregnated my nose and my mind grew hazy for a moment. I looked back in his eyes and they suddenly felt just slightly further away, higher.

“Woah… you alright, Yan?” He asked me, catching me as I felt like I was fainting.

“Yeah, just… tired I guess.”

“You should really stop working so hard and just relax a bit more.” Alan said.

I felt myself being pulled down at these words, like I was weighing more, but my clothes felt oddly loose all of a sudden. I looked back up in Alan’s eyes but I found them further higher. I always thought he was just a couple inches taller than me (and I’m 6’0) but from this point of view, he looked almost a foot taller than me.

“I love your beard, Yan. How long have you been letting it grow?” Alan asked with a slight twinge in his voice.

“What? But I…”

‘I don’t have a beard.’ I tried to say but the words just wouldn’t come out. I raised a hand to feel my face only to find a thick bushy but quite long beard. And the instant I touched it, I knew something was wrong. I actually felt it grow in my hand. I was about to step back when Alan wrapped me in a headlock.

“Shhhh little man… breath in. Deep breaths.”

I couldn’t help but breath as he wrapped a large hand on my mouth to prevent me from making any sounds. I tried to move and get out of the strain, but I felt more and more hazy as the musk emanating from him caught up to me. I closed my eyes and felt my hair cascading longer and in waves, catching my mane-like bright brown beard.

“Fuck, Yan. You’re one hell of a hairy fucker.” I heard Alan say, but I cared no more.

My head slipped down his chest a few more inches until I was probably a mere five foot tall against this six foot six tower. I felt an obvious lump rubbing my back where Alan’s crotch was. I felt him soften his arm and pull me in a hug. He leaned down a little and whispered in my ear:

“Fuck. I’m horny, Yan. Wanna fuck before we head to the bar?”

I felt my cock start to grow erect.

“I want to fuck that furry ass of yours.” He added.

Alan unclasped my belt and my pants fell down on the floor. He didn’t even bother to look if there was anyone in the corridor before he bended me over the nearest desk.

“Fuck, Yan, I can’t even see your skin under that forest.” Alan said in a lusty way.

I heard his own short falling down on the ground and felt what felt like a golfball-sized head poking my asscheeks and dripping like a faucet.

“Don’t worry, midget.”

I think I felt myself shrink another inch or two in height.

“After I fuck you good, you’ll have your go at my ass. I can’t wait having your thick ten incher in me.”

Note: I don’t write this kind of stuff usually, as it contains a bit of size loss. Thought people might appreciate it despite being a bit different in style.

You paced your small apartment, a little anxious.  The guy you had been messaging for several weeks would be here soon.  You would never have expected to be able to meet a cock pred in person.  Usually you just got to watch cam shows, or if you were lucky, GoPro footage of them in action.  But you had found David in a forum specifically for preds, and the two of you had hit it off. When he revealed that he quite enjoyed using his dick to digest men, you were very turned on. You and he spent several long nights talking about it, whether through text or over the phone.

Several days ago he mentioned he was traveling to your city for business, and asked if you would want to meet up. You said you were unsure, and you didn’t know quite how the night would play out. He told you in no uncertain terms that if the two of you hung out, that he would go home that night with you melting down to jizz in his balls. He was very blunt, and he told you that you showed all the classic signs of willing cock food. You had a fascination with a pred’s big musky balls, you love to drinking jizz, and you told you that you knew, deep down, that your place in this world was servicing a beefy pred before feeding yourself to his dick.

You wanted to protest, to say you just found cock vore as something fun to jerk off too. That you could never actually go through with it. But as he told you this, your cock had never been harder in your life. You couldn’t help but start jerking yourself as you imagined actually meeting him. You ended up agreeing to host him when he visited, and then the two of you began discussing some details of how it would go down. Now you were counting down the minutes until he knocked on the door of your small apartment and you could get to fooling around.

You heard three quick raps on your wooden door and approached it anxiously. You unbolted the lock and opened the door wide. Before you stood a stocky man, just shy of six feet tall. The perfect word to describe him would have been beefy. He had plenty of muscles, emphasized by the tight tank-top he was wearing along with the short shorts that showed off his thick quads. But he also had a pretty healthy amount of fat. His belly was pushing out to the front of the tank top a couple inches, and his ass really looked plump. He had been sweating a little bit, and already the slightest whiff of his male pheromones caused you to chub up in your shorts. You had been relaxing in a simple pair of mesh athletic shorts, your hard dick already giving away how excited you were.

“Hey bro, good to finally meet you in person.  Looking really tasty.  I love churning up jocks, they always have tons of good stuff for me to absorb. Plus, they’re usually fit enough to last quite a while inside my nuts and I love a man struggling in there.”

David’s straightforward manner of speaking, of already treating you as though you were just cum that had yet to be churned up was both rather forward but also very hot. He came over and gave you a hug, and when he pulled back a little bit, he grabbed your face and shoved it in his odorous armpit.

“There you go Bud. Nice and sweaty, just like you like it. I haven’t worn deodorant in a couple of days, and I may have skipped my shower this morning. You told me how much of a scent pig you are, and I want to give you a healthy dose of my pheromones. I want to get you nice and relaxed here, and sniffing my sweaty armpits is going to do just the trick.”

You immediately begin shoving your face in there, needing no assistance from him in. You could not help yourself as you grunted and snorted, pigging out on his delicious musk. You stuck out your tongue and begin lapping up the sweat that had collected on his furry pit before switching over to his other one. After spending a couple of minutes enjoying it you certainly felt much calmer and less anxious about the whole ordeal.

“Fuck man, you definitely are a scent pig. You are definitely going to love what else I’ve got for you. But enough of that. You’re not here to worship my armpits. I’ve got something much better for you to enjoy.”

David’s dick was making a prominent bulge through his shorts. What underwear he was wearing did very little to contain the obvious arousal that pred displayed, and his confident swagger made you feel that much more secure in your decision to feed his dick. Not only was the pred someone who was happy to talk you through your concerns, but now that it was time to do the deed, he was letting his natural alpha personality out in force. Not only that, but per your initial discussions, you had the heat cranked up in your apartment and all of the ventilation shut. Already he was starting to sweat more, to fill the small, enclosed room with his pheromones. You were in pig heaven as your own cock began creating a damp spot on the front of your shorts as you enjoyed David’s stink.

Abruptly, David grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to your knees. His hands reached behind the back of your head, and soon he was pushing your face against his bulge. You felt the heat radiating out from his groin, even hotter than in the sauna of a room. You could actually feel his cock and balls growing inside of his shorts, as the bulge started to push you away. You could feel his cock twitching and throbbing, sensing it was going to be fed tonight. You could feel his entire heartbeat through his groin, as he pressed you against there without saying a word. You knew it was part of the conditioning, and it would help you deliver me maximum amount of nutrition to his body after he melted you down. Hearing his heartbeat was soothing, and already your mind was imagining how amazing it would feel to be growing his body even more after you were melted down in his nuts.

“You contacted me because you wanted to firsthand experience becoming food for someone’s cock.  I’m here to give you that chance bud.  A sexy jock like you is gonna feel great, sloshin’ around in my sack as you melt.“

You want go, giving you some room to pull away a bit. You cleared your throats, and looked up at him from your position kneeling before him.

"For sure.  I’ve always felt that, deep down, I belong as cum in someone’s balls, you know?”

You smiled as you said that and ruffled your hair. You could tell he was turned on, and now his groin actively pulsed and twitched visibly through the front of his shorts.

“I wanted the chance to worship my new home before we ‘do it’, if that’s cool.”

You have been very clear that while you had every intention of offering yourself up as a willing cock snack, there were a couple of things you wanted to enjoy first, things that you could only do with a cock pred.

“You know I sort of have a fetish for sniffing musky balls, and really hoped I could enjoy yours from the outside before I enjoy it from the inside.”

You suddenly felt something sweaty and heavy slap back down on your shoulder. His balls had grown visibly larger through the front of his shorts, and he quickly shucked them. Underneath was a flimsy pair of white briefs that, if anything, were more scandalous than if he would have been naked. The thin material was clearly struggling to contain the monster inside of it.  You watched in awe as a small damp spot quickly grew larger and larger as David began leaking precum. Soon a quarter of the material was soaked with his pre, making it cling even tighter to the massive equipment within.

“Oh wow.  They’re huge!”

Even though you had seen pictures before, you have never seen a cock bread in person. It was almost comical how big his balls were getting already. While they were rather large to begin with, each was easily the size of an avocado and still growing. His dick was still extremely soft, but looked almost as large as an empty bottle of soda crammed into those tighty-whities. Your own cock was impossibly hard.  

“There is a pred right here”, you thought.  “He wants to feed me to his cock and melted me into thick musky cum.”  You should be terrified.  But instead your arousal had reached greater heights than you imagined. You had remembered reading that a pred’s pheromones could make willing prey start to crave being transformed into the pred’s next load. Breathing in his musk would slowly help you down the path to sliding down his shaft and becoming soupy spunk, feeding and invigorating the pred while giving you the greatest sexual pleasure a person could experience.

“Can I take off your underwear?” you asked.

“You may"

You grabbed his briefs and try to peel them off.  His cock has already grown so large that it was going to be a challenge to disrobe him in this state.  As you puzzled what to do, he peeled off his tank top, showing off his furry ball gut. Seeing the sexy man above you take his shirt off, you decide to opt for a different tactic.  You start massaging his cloth-covered orbs, planning on turning him on enough so his growth shreds the pathetic briefs.

“Fuck you’re so big.” you state, as his cock and balls grow even more.  You can see the fabric struggling, and losing, to contain the growing member.  He stand there as you massage his cock from above the damp, pre-soaked briefs, working it over and causing it to grow and swell.  As you massage his meat, you begin pawing at your own hard cock through your shorts.  You used to think of yourself as rather hung before you saw how large a cock pred to grow to.  Hoping to give him that last push, you peel off your shorts and threw them the same pile with his clothing. You flex for him will still on your knees, showing off your muscled physique. Then you turn around and bend over, wiggling your perky bubble butt at him. He growls at the sight, and you start to hear a tearing sound.

You offer the pred your worn leather armchair to use.  You want to make him comfortable after all.  You want to provide him the maximum pleasure of melting you down, just as you are brought to an Indescribable sexual high as he will cummify you.  Your apartment is small, but you offered it all to this man to use as he cum digests you.  His musk continues to spread and inundate your senses, and some of the earlier cares from before start to fade away. You don’t have to worry about what will happen to your apartment, or your job. Cum does not have such worries.

“Fuck you’re so big. I wanna see you shred those briefs.”

He sits down with his bulging arms crossed, and in a show of force, flexes as out bursts his cock. Shreds of underwear fall to the floor as his cock is still only semi hard at over a foot long as his coconut-sized nuts hang off the front of the armchair as David grins and run his hands across the top of his veiny cock, holding it with his right as he smacks it against his left.  You see a massive glob of precum forming at the tip, and reflexively move close to lick it, but freeze.

“Sir…may I have permission to taste your pre?”

The more of his musk you breathe in, the more submissive you feel. It’s not just that you feel the need to submit to David. It is almost like you view his cock and balls as a separate entity. They seem deserving of your worship. You want to prostrate yourself before them and praise it on high. It continues to grow in his hands and makes you feel even more in awe of its size and they swell larger.

You lean in and open your mouth, and slurp up a big glob.  It is delicious.  Salty and masculine and unique.  You felt it coat your throat as it slid down into your stomach, spreading a tingling sense of pleasure throughout your body.

“Fank u fir”, you try to say through a mouthful of pre.

In a way to taunt you, David grunts as you see a bulge travel up his cock as the slit opens wide and you’re hit with a rush of warm precum.  You groan.  The smell is incredible.  A fresh burst of pred pre like that ramped your libido up to eleven.  It starts to modify how you think even more than his musk. More and more you want to be jizz in those balls.

“May I worship those fat sweaty cum tanks Sir?”

He nods once more. He moved my legs around so his huge nuts had a chance to roll around my thighs so he could give you a better view of them.  You lacked words to adequately describe how purely sexual you found his balls. They’re fucking beautiful.  Big and hairy and wrinkled,

You lean in and start to sniff.  Their musky odor continues the process of making you dumb and craving to be cock food. Soon high on huffing your sack you start to kiss and lick it.  You pull a mouthful of David’s saggy skin and enjoy his taste.  You bury my face in his balls, not wanting fresh air anymore.

He bends over and manage to grab your head as his nuts grow big enough to practically smother you as he pulls you into it, unhampered by his briefs now.  It takes everything you have not to cum as the pred pulls you towards his sack.  Your cock is hard and dripping pre, nowhere near as much as the pred, but you are more aroused than ever before.  You really get into the ball worship now.  The sound is muffled, but you tell his musky sack how much you love it, how hard it’s musk makes you hard, and how much you wanna be food for it.  He pushes his nuts deeper on your face and locks you in place, forcing you to live off the smell of his sweaty sac as he rolls his hips around. After almost passing out, you start a thorough tongue bath, getting every inch and fold of the stretchy skin.

You in total bliss as your mind is getting foggier.  You crave his musk beyond all reason at this point, struggling to get as much of it in your lungs as you can.  The heat of your warm apartment has sweat dripping down his nuts as they continue to grow. Big droplets slide down his wrinkled skin as you move quickly to lick them all up. You know you do not have to be gentle as a pred’s balls are all but immune to feeling pain from force. Instead you focus on using your strong arms to massage his sack, grabbing and hugging his nuts as you continue to pig out on his scent and sweat.

You feel something wet and slick on your back, having almost lost track of time. His dick must have been leaking precum all over you while you got lost in the sweaty confines of his nuts.  The wet slickness of the pre on your back gives you pause.  You then feel guilty.  This pred’s balls have been getting all the attention.  It’s time you start servicing his cock.  He eases off from smothering you with my nuts.

“Whoops, I almost got carried away. It’s a little known fact, but I’m actually able to absorb men directly into my ball sack. Any longer and my nuts would have simply sucked you on in, converting you straight into additional mass for my testicles instead of turning you down into sticky, musky spunk.”

David looks down at you, your face covered in a mixture of drool, precum, and ball sweat. There’s a huge puddle underneath you from your leaky cock, and your whole body is sweaty from the effort of pleasuring him. He grabs his cock, now almost a foot and a half of meat and growing thicker, and waves it over his massive sack. His control over his anatomy was excellent. He had been constraining the growth of his cock while allowing his balls to grow massive, in order to give you tons to enjoy. You hadn’t even realize that they were now the size of beach balls, supported by the floor just as much as they were supported by the armchair.

“You want this boy to that you slowly with his mouth? Really work over your cock and balls? Totally pig out on my manhood?”

David watches as you pull up only for his massive cock to be mere inches from your face as he flexes his dick.  Finally getting to move a bit, you tearfully pull away from the musky sack and are greeted with a huge pred cock.  It is still not even fully hard yet, and already it is bigger than the largest toy, let alone the largest man, that has ever been inside of you.  You move forward and start kissing and Frenching his piss slit, gulping down his precum.

You had mentioned one of your other fetishes, cum bloating, and your desire to get stuffed full of David’s pre.  As you had discussed, he knew you planned to suck it down until your belly was swollen and full, sloshing around with over a gallon of his sweet sticky precum.  You were soon rewarded as another grunt from him as he forces you to swallow up another large glob of precum which then starts pouring out the slit like a running faucet.  You gulp and gulp and gulp, trying to use your hands to stroke his cock, and coax even more juices out of it.

You keep coaxing more out of him, and it seemed your thirst was endless.  David’s precum was the only thing you planned on drinking ever again, and you wanted to get as much if it as you could.  You slurped and swallowed until it hurt before finally pulling back, getting drenched in another gush of his continuously leaking juices.  Your greedy pigginess had pre leaking down your face and all over the front of your muscled jock body, and all over the floor. You let out a big precummy burp and smacked your lips, loving the feeling of fullness in your belly.  Every stroke seems to make his cock grow bigger, and you already need two hands to hold it but it just gets heavier and heavier

“Fuck, your musk and your pre….how do you not have men feeding themselves to you every day?”

“I do man. You’re almost done having my last meal. Skinny twink, saw me getting coffee and asked to suck me off.  My rules are if you drain these tanks, you gotta fill ‘em back up though.  He didn’t think I was serious, but I have been slowly digesting him all afternoon.  There wasn’t a ton of body mass on him, and I figured he would be just the fuel needed to leak enough for you, my piggy little cock snack. Quite the fighter, but he was delicious"

“Mmm…..yeah he is.  Before you get too big, would you wanna fill my ass like you filled my stomach?”

“Sure man!  I love stretching out a hole as I grow.  But you better hurry before my cock gets too big. I don’t need to be splitting you in half now.“

David laughed at his proclamation, and in your musk and precum addled state, you smiled at his joy. You wanted to make him and yourself feel good.  Good cockfood like you exists purely to provide pleasure to men, especially right before a hot pred like this slurps you up and melts you down.   You nodded dumbly and turned around.  You knew you don’t need to bother with lube because of how leaky his cock was.  You were glad you took the time to thoroughly clean out before, because there was no way that huge pred cock was waiting another second before stuffing you.

He used both of his hands to hold near the base of his cock and smacked it against your ass a couple of times. It was still leaking, and soon your backside was slick with his juices. You grunted and start shoving back. His cock head was huge, and still leaking, but after a minute of struggling and sloshing you managed to put it in your hole.  You planned on taking a brief rest to recover from the efforts of slipping him past your anal ring, but then you felt his dick growing into you.  Even more, it now felt like he was pissing precum into you. The feeling was heavenly.  None the less you managed to shove another inch in you before your ass feels like it was tearing.

"Ok Sir, now flood my guts!”

He moaned and pushed his hips forward.  You could feel his cock deep inside you, deeper than any man has ever been before. His nuts were heavy and starting to pull up, as he was already worked up from your oral ministrations.  He had enough time to thrust a couple times before he groaned in pleasure. He grabbed your hips and managed to stuff his cock just a bit deeper, as deep in your guts as he could go. His grip was like iron, and his balls were so hot that you could feel the heat from them all over your ass. You knew that this pred still had the majority of a young twink inside his balls, and he was about to fill you up all the way.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

You could feel the warm cum inflating your insides.  There was so much, and it felt like he and shove to hose into your greedy ass. He grew his dick just a little bit as he unloaded, forming a Tight Seal around your ass to ensure none of his cum spilled out from your backside.  You felt blast after blast of potent pred jizz filling your rectum up, and then pushing his load even deeper into you. Your stomach was already rather full from all the precum, but his massive load pushed up from your colon up to your belly. Soon you felt your stomach expanding to capacity, then you felt jizz rising in your throat.

Never before have you been fucked so full of cum that it filled use the point where it was leaking at your mouth, and the feeling was everything you had hoped it would be. You opened your mouth slightly, groaning in pleasure as his load started to dribble down your chin and onto your chest. This man had so much cream inside his balls from his earlier meal that he filled you to the point of overflowing. Your gut was stretched so full it look like you were pregnant, and you loved the feeling of his seed pumping you so full that you would have trouble moving.

“Thank you so much Sir. This feels incredible.  I’m so full of your seed.”

David grinned as he managed to pull his cock out just far enough as to let you try to squeeze your hole shuts. He slowly in and out of you, encouraging you to keep your ass tight so that he wouldn’t leak out of you. Eventually, his dick pulled free. You tried to hold down, but you were just so full. Some of his seed dribble down your ass, but you could tell that the majority of what he pumped into you was staying inside.

“Now that you’re full of my cream. I think it’s time we get you inside this cock. It’s been aching for you.”

"Oh yes sir.  I wanna be in there so bad.  Make me into cum.”

You can’t move now, you’re so full.  Your balance and center of gravity are totally off. In addition, the stink in the room from sweat, precum, and pred jizz has made it difficult for you to form even the barest of thoughts. Your mind is dominated by the massive pair of cock and balls in front of you. All you can think about is how amazingly big they are, how great they smell, and how your every desire is either pleasuring them or climbing in so you can feel yourself get melted down.

“Sir, I may need your help ….”

He gets up, his cock now looking monstrous at this point. It was big and freakish and hungry for you. You can see every detail of the huge cock head.  It really was a massive helmet of flesh, dark red and swollen. His piss slit had grown wider and wider, precum was still dribbling out of it steadily. The shaft of his cock was covered with a multitude of thick veins. The amount of blood required to keep such an organ erect was staggering, but it was one of many special features that a pred had at their disposal.  

He helped you so that you were angled to face the giant slit of his cock, careful to adjust yourself in light of the massive amount of cum you’ve swallowed up.  You were a little sad that all of this seed was dampening be natural musk of his balls. On some level you knew it was for the best. If you were allowed to go back to worshipping his massive sack, you would surely have just fed yourself to it and grown his nuts. But that was not what you agreed to. You promised for him to slurp you up and melt you down, and that was all you could think about now.

“I need it Sir. I’m ready.  I wanna be cum.  Make me into your next load.  I need it.”

You gazed into his hungry cock, which pauses briefly as he stand with his hands on his hips as his cock simply stretches forward and pushes into your face as the slit swallows up your head.  You feel his slimy cock maw stretch over your head, wrapping your visage in its spongy flesh. When his cock lips go over your face, you initially struggle.  But they feel so soft and warm and slick with pre that you relax.  You wiggle your head a bit, in order to get it coated with pre-cum. You want to make it easy for the pred to swallow you, and to making sure you’re coated with pre will keep you all lubed up.  You take big breaths before squirming deeper, up to your neck.  The smell is even better from inside the preds cock than you could imagine.  But you can tell the best is still deeper in.

You make sure to twist and squirm so you give him pleasure from inside his cock head, and soon your whole head up to your shoulders is in.  He flexes and grunts as he feels his cock begin its feast as it hungrily starts to pull your mass inside.  The undulations of his cock massage your skin and keep slicking more of you up with his pred precum.

The hardest part is getting your shoulders in.  You put your arms flat at your sides and try to scrunch in, but it still took a minute for the huge cock to pop more of you in.  With that part out of the way you push in a bit more, feeling the fleshy walls of the shaft slurp you in deeper, contracting and gripping like a snake eating a large rat.  Once you were in up to your elbows you get a little light headed and start to relax and let the cock do more and more of the work.  It’s so warm, like you’re enclosed in a humid sticky sleeping bag of cock flesh, and you can’t wait to get in more.  You don’t have to do much.  David’s cock is inexorable; easily devouring you whole inch after inch. He can taste you in his cock and simply wants more and more as watches you disappear all while his cock swells in size and girth.

Now you’re up to your calves.  Your cock is drooling pre-cum continuously. You’re so full and happy on his cream, now that you are inside his cock.  You fail to realize the cum digestion process has already started, working from the inside. All that hot jizz is softening you up, making it easier to slide down into his meat.  Soon your feet pop in, and your head reaches the entrance to his balls.  From the outside, you can see him standing still until he sits down back in the armchair so he can get comfortable for the next part.  Now his cock was finally fully hard, sticking up in the air over five feet as the last of you was pulled in.  When your toes finally slipped past his cock head and you were completely sealed within him, a large gush of precum splashed down his gargantuan dick.

His cock felt like a cocoon to you. You felt nice, safe and warm even though you know the first stages of cum digestion were already happening. David had coached you to keep wiggling once you were inside of his cock. There were some men who, once they were encased within the shaft, never made it to down to David’s balls. They enjoyed the feeling of being constricted by his shaft too much, and David had to melt them down while still in his cock. He mentioned how it Didn’t feel nearly as good as churning someone up in his balls, and in your current state, you only wanted to do what was most pleasurable for him. You shimmied and wriggled further and further down his shaft until you felt the entrance to his sack.

There was a shift underneath you, and then there was an opening you could slide into.  It was steamy and made you crave his balls even more, and soon you popped your head fully into David’s balls.  The chamber was stiflingly hot, like a steam room. But the smell….  It was pure, unfiltered primal pred cum.  That progenitor seed, the kind that melts down cockfood like you into a pred’s load.  This was the good stuff, the soupy liquid that would ultimately render you down into musky man cream.  You took a big inhale and finally blew your load. This made you shift, and it was like his cock let go of me.

You slid down the rest of his shaft and into David’s balls.   They were huge, and stretched even farther when you entered them. There was a splash of jizz as you plopped in, spraying the primal pred cum all over your body.  It felt like relaxing in a hot tub.  It was warm, almost bubbling, and as soon as it touched your skin you felt so lustful and needy.  You rolled around a few times, coating your body completely in it.  Soon you had a good layer of his seed all over you. You were at maximum cum saturation inside and out.

Stuffed full, but still wanting more, you rolled my body until your face was in the liquid, which was steadily rising.  You took a big gulp of cum and shot another meager load of your own seed.

You moved and adjusted yourself, stretching against the spongy flesh walls of your new home, signaling that you was safely tucked in

Unbeknownst to you, David is digging his arms into the leather armchair as his cock begins the next phase of its digestion. He spreads his legs extra wide to accommodate not only his now massive ball sack, but a hundred and ninety pounds of jock stuffed into it. His cock is hard and throbbing, almost painfully so. You have done such a good job of servicing him that he almost felt bad for what he was going to do to you. He begins using his legs to massage and stroke his sack. It was as if he could tell you had begun drinking his spunk. Even if you were not though, he would have just shoved your face down into the warm, steamy liquid. Once he knew you were fully saturated, he attempted to start jerking himself off. It was a bit of a challenge, considering how large it was, but slurping up willing prey always had him so aroused that it would never take too much effort.

“Fuck yeah man, you’ve worshipped my balls so thoroughly. I’ve never had prey so completely devoted to them. Fuck you were practically willing to feed yourself to my sack from the outside, and now you are fucking making love to my nuts from the inside. It’s a shame about to turn you into a ball batter, ‘cuz you would have made a great ball sniffing sub. It’s okay though, you’re about to become part of the thing you worship so much. You gotta be like fifty percent jizz by now anyway, but if you can still hear me, keep doing that. Worship my sack, rub my nuts from the inside, and keep filling yourself up with more and more of my spunk.”

You feel him push down on you, dunking your head back into the slowly rising level of his ball batter. You suck in another glorious mouthful as you roll around in it again, still fat and bloated from the jizz he stuffed you with earlier.  Already you can feel certain thoughts and memories slipping away, as though those parts of your brain are melting and slowly liquefying.  The desire to service cock still remains, and more importantly, the mighty need you feel to be churned into David’s next load is overpowering.

You can’t speak much, so the noises you make are deep moans and gurgles, but the vibrations travel through his sack.  He hears how piggy you have become, rolling and grunting in his cum, unable to get enough. The temperature increases, and the cum now sloshes around more violently.  You feel a numbness and tingling in your extremities, as well as deep in your guts.

'Fuck…wanna be jizz….feels so good…need to please cock….love musk….such sexy fat balls…“

He continues rubbing my nuts, the bulges inside beginning to buff and smooth out. His nuts swell even bigger as he inexorably cummifies a fully grown man.  He begins moaning louder as this dick surges forward. If grows a little thicker, a little heavier. The heat coming off of it is incredible, to the point where it is almost too uncomfortable to hold. David’s cock and balls are covered with a sheen of sweat, so much that it is rolling off not in rivulets, but a steady drizzle. He feels the tingling inside his groin as his balls start to pull and move. They’re starting to tenderize his prey, by slowly grinding against him, causing your softening form to yield more and more. More and more of you gets broken down, fueling David’s cock.

It’s so warm.  You can barely think.

'wanna be jizz…..wanna be jizz…..wanna be jizz….’

You know you were almost to the point of no return. You can tell that all of his delicious jizz is liquefying you from the inside out. Most of your insides are sexy, musky come. There’s so much of it around you, and it’s melting you more and more. You have almost no sensation in your extremities, and you’re pretty sure your arms and legs are almost all liquid now. The temperature rises more and more, but you feel a disconnect from the Heat and pain. You only feel pleasure now, as though the sensations of your dick are the only nerve endings left in your body.

It almost feels like your dick is pissing jizz out of it. You are stuck in a perpetual orgasm as you jizz away more and more of the potent seed inside of you. You shut your eyes, and soon the level of jizz rises above your head. You are suspended in it, feeling the warm embrace of David’s spunk all around you. Then, you start to feel tendrils of yourself growing his cock. You can’t describe it, but it is almost like you have two awarenesses. One is fading, and it comes from your old body. But the other awareness is growing stronger, and it is adding mass and energy to David. You smile, knowing that you are making his gargantuan cock and transcendent balls even more alluring to other men. You are barely more than lust now, all of your thoughts now turning to the last few moments of getting churned up.

"Melt me all the way. Cummify me.  I want it so bad.  I’m almost there.  I wanna fill up your balls all the way!”

David’s cock grows even heavier, the head beginning to dip down to the floor. The last of your thoughts start to fade away, and you disperse into his dick and the massive volume of boiling jizz in his balls. His sack starts to seize, his balls pulling up as he gets closer and closer to release. He grabs it and tries to pull it up over his head as high as he can, using his arms and upper body as leverage.

He cannot even stroke himself anymore, but he knows what he has to do in order to push himself over the edge. He shuts his eyes and thinks about how amazing you were pleasuring him. How horny you were to sniff and lick his balls, how badly you wanted it. He knew that even though you were hesitant, he was doing you a favor by helping you find your place in the world as nothing but jizz in his nuts. That was what finally did it. The feeling that he convinced another man to willingly offer himself up to get melted down into spunk in order to give David some energy and some extra size in his junk pushed him over the edge.

He groaned loudly, his cock now almost seven feet long and thicker around then an industrial trash can. His nuts pulled up tight against him and he let out a shout. Cum erupted out of his cock, and his spurts where the size of water balloons. It was a massive torrent, a tribute to everything you did to pleasure him. His cock kept shooting and shooting, minute after minute. Soon there was an inch of jizz on the floor of the apartment and still David kept unloading. He was caught in the wonderful ecstasy of orgasming while his sack was full of prey, and that always emptied him out.

Eventually, he could tell that every last drop of you is gone. The level of cum is up to his ankles, and the apartment is completely covered in spunk. This cock starts shrinking down back to its normal size, just over nine inches soft. He notes with a smirk that his balls are far fatter than usual, since apparently your fascination with his nuts let them grow far bigger than he was used to. A cocky smile slowly spreads across his face as he reaches his finger down and dips it in his cream covering the floor. He pulls it up to his lips, tasting it and letting out a lusty sigh.

“Thanks for being my meal bro. Now I’ve got to get out of here. There is this total stud of a daddy bear who’s been messaging me for ages, and he wants me to fuck him and breed him before melting him down.  Thanks for the extra size, I’m sure we will both love it.”

[Based on a role play with Dodeedodoesatumblin]

This story was commissioned by LagunaCrale

Previous Installment: Evertech’s Sales Pitch

As he worked, there was a hesitant knock on his office’s wooden door. Still engrossed in his work, Laguna just said, “Come in…” as his head stayed buried in his work. The door slowly crept open as it revealed a small brown otter slowly pushing open the heavy door with one arm and shoulder while carrying a paper coffee cup in the other hand.

Zaffre was Lagua’s current and most recent ‘intern’, a small otter dressed in casual business attire. He had dazzling blue eyes, he had brown fur covering his entire body except for the end of this long otter tail, whose tip was colored a deep blue, with a ring of lighter blue just a few inches below it.

The otter carefully squeezed in and eased the heavy wooden door shut, being mindful not to allow it to slam behind him as the otter announced his presence with a meek, “Mr. Crale, I have your drink, sir.”

Still, without fully addressing him, Laguna asked if it was exactly the way he ordered it as the otter carefully placed the cup on his desk. “Y-yes sir. A hot cocoa, made with Dark chocolate and whole milk, dash of vanilla, whipped cream and powdered chocolate finish on top.” He repeated the order verbatim as the pink badger picked up the coffee and took a sip.

There was a moment of hesitation as the otter stood still in nervous anticipation. Laguna raised an eyebrow as he took another sip, then after another long moment he let loose a small sigh of enjoyment as he said, “perfect” as the otter signed with relief. As the badger took another sip from his perfectly made hot chocolate, he stated, “What’s on my schedule today?”

Zaffre recomposed himself and – after a bit of stuttering – started listing off the meetings that Laguna was scheduled to attend throughout the day, followed by the most recent memos from around the office, and finally followed up with a timid, “oh… and my nanites have been given a software update…”

That last comment caused Laguna to perk up and immediately ask, “Does that mean…” as a smile crept on his face as he finally stood up from his desk.

“Y-yes sir.” the otter nervously confirmed as he shifted his weight between his paws.

Laguna filed away his stack of papers on his desk as he adjusted his silken pink tie and made his way towards Zaffre with a predatory glint in his eye. Rolling up his sleeves as his gaze stayed fixed on the otter, who was trying to shy away from Laguna while still standing in place. When Laguna stopped just a few feet away from the otter he drew himself up to his full height, squared his shoulders, and in a demanding voice, simply decreed, “Sync” followed by a double hand clap.

The otter immediately stood up straight, at attention, and the outer ridge of his blue eyes flashed a streak of LED-pink light, the same shade as Laguna’s pink fur. The otter looked as if a jolt of electricity ran down his spine, straightening each vertebra. Once the otter was standing up straight, Laguna barked out, “Suit up”.

The Zaffre’s body stiffened again as something squirmed under his fur, just underneath his button-down shirt. For a tense few moments the otter just stood there, bracing himself for what was going to happen next. The wiggling mass under his shirt began to grow and started spreading outwards across his body, emerging over his chest and groin as it pushed into the sleeves and legs. Once the mass met the otter’s rolled-up cuffs there was a moment of building pressure just before it pushed its way through the impasse, as a wave of shiny black latex came rushing out.

The liquid latex was comprised of the Evertech nanites that were lying dormant in the little intern otter’s body until the swarm was called upon to transform the host into a drone. The smart ooze seeped forth, past the otter’s elbows and up over his forearms, covering every inch of the otter’s brown fur with wet glistening latex, not stopping until the mass reached and encompassed the otter’s hands and each one of his fingers.

At Zaffre’s neck, the latex slime did the same thing, moving past the otter’s shirt collar up to his head from both in front, back, and side of the neck. Once the black goo crawled up to the otter’s muzzle, the ‘intern’ flared his nose as he took in a deep breath of air before the ooze advanced over his lips and past his nose as it continued inching up his face until all points oozed and converged on the crown of the otter’s head.

The last part of him to be covered was his tail, and while the otter’s face showed signs of hesitation and fear, his brown tail was wagging steadily behind him the entire time – only stopping when the black ooze covered that as well.

The writhing mass of latex wriggled and squirmed around the otter’s body before it suddenly froze in place. In that moment of stillness, a soft computer chime went off somewhere in the latex mass. Then, the liquid latex started to move again, slowly retreating, pulling taut against the body as it sank back into the otter’s skin.

As the living goo pulled back it revealed a shiny layer of latex that fixated itself to the otter’s fur, making it look like Zaffre was now in a custom-fitted latex suit that was made from one latex piece.

As the thick goo retreated into the torso, the mass burst every seam of Zaffe’s shirt. Below the belt, the same thing was happening, the otter’s shoes stretched and exploded with the pressure of the excess latex that was pooled by the otter’s paws, pulling back it revealed that the latex wiggled and clung itself into every nook and cranny, making a perfect replica of his paws. There was a series of rips, tears, and pops as the in and out seams of the otter’s pants burst away from the pressure.

The tattered business clothes fell away to reveal the naked form of the pure black latex-clad otter, still standing stock still. The visor that now covered the otter’s eyes flashed once with a green ‘systems go’ light as it faded to black, then two pink eyes blinked on the screen. The otter finally moved, scanning his head left and right and then moving down as he slowly lifted and rotated his arms to examine them.

Laguna just stood there, armed crossed, nonchalantly looking up and down at this new and improved intern drone. After a moment he just tsked as he said, “They always reset the settings with each update, don’t they?” as he unfolded his arms and waved them briefly.

The latex skin shimmered under the office lights as hot pink lines formed around the otter drone’s body, accenting the intern’s curves and joints. On the otter’s chest the words, “Mr. Crale’s Personal Property.” faded into view.

On the shoulders, Laguna’s logo of a stylized black rose in a hexagon sizzled emerged over a slightly bigger pink hexagon, and to drive the point home even more Laguna Crale’s signature raced down the otter’s right thigh as if it was written by the badger himself with one of his favorite fountain pens.

Once the drone was more respectable, Laguna smirked while lifted his hands in front of him, sweeping and moving his fingers up and down as if he was manipulating a giant touch screen menu that the otter drone couldn’t see.

The badger commented – almost muttering to himself; “Ah, there’s the body types…” as the badger selected something from the top corner of this reach. There was a small haptic buzz that sounded from deep within the otter’s core as the badger moved his hands towards the center of his drone and tapped a point in the air and slowly dragged it from the middle his right.

There was a small delay before the otter straightened and slowly grew in height, inch by inch in a slow, constant pace with his body and limbs growing at the same rate. The room filled with the sound of stretching latex rubber as the otter’s meek five and a half feet original height changed to a towering seven and then some.

Laguna stopped the slider just before the otter had to stoop to avoid bumping his head on the ceiling. The badger lifted an eyebrow in amusement as he lifted his finger, bringing it down and to the center again and repeating the same action.

The otter’s small frame started to thicken and expand outwards as his muscles began to inflate, expand, and press against his new latex skin. In a matter of moments, the otter’s body went from lean, to well defined, to a college football player physique, straight into professional champion bodybuilder form, with muscles well past achievable by traditional methods.

The otter braced for a potential ‘pop’ but after nothing came from it, he took a moment to look down at his new body. Although he was completely silent, it was clear he was gasping with excitement as examined himself and began to cautiously flex his muscles the most he could within the confined space.

Laguna looked up with approval at the giant otter hulk, “Oh that’s good to see, I know a few clients, in particular, would be quite interested in this…” he mused as he inspected his Adonis-sculpted pet approaching to poke and prod one of the otter’s calves like it’s some prized cow.

At the onslaught of compliment from his new form, the otter’s long tail wagged enthusiastically knocking over a few books and mental binders off of a nearby shelf. Looking back at Laguna after the clatter stopped, the badger’s smile disappeared as a stern frown replaced it, taking a few steps back he commented, “But that’s not for me. Let’s try something a little more…Little”

He raised his hands again and brought both invisible sliders from the right towards the center, as the otter slowly started to deflate back down to normal. Then Laguna continued the top slider moved it to the left. The otter drone shrunk down to just below Lagnua’s knee as the otter looked up at his owner, the badger raised a finger and pressed something, even more to the left of the size slider. The miniature otter’s body shuttered as his whole form shift, yet again. Zafffe’s arms and legs shrunk and became stumpier while his torso put on a bit more mass, and within moments the otter drone’s body was now the proportions of a toddler.

Zaffee reexamined his body and tried to wobbly navigate the room with his new limbs before Laguna chimed in with an “Oh! They finally added this to the build.” Scrolling through a list until he found one that made him chuckle. He pressed the button and looked expectantly down at Zaffe.

The otter’s body began to shift and move as if his body was being molded by a pair of invisible hands. The sound of stretching latex filled the room yet again as his paws began to lose their webbing, and as his nose and face became more stretched out. The biggest change was the otter’s sleek little tail that, in one swift motion, began to flatten and widen as two streaks of hot pink soon raced up the top of the bushy latex tail.

It happened all at once but now the once otter was a skunk and Zaffre did not know what to do. He was a skunk, he instinctively knew it as sure and with as much conviction as he knew he was once an otter just a few seconds ago. This was a completely new feature to Zaffre, he never thought this was possible – and yet, here he was. Zaffre the skunk.

As he slowly started to come to terms with what that meant now, a part of his mind was already racing to imagine what could mean. ‘What are the limits of these types of change? Could it be any animal in the world? What were the technical limitations of the nanites? Would he be ordered to become a slug? And, importantly, would the changes stick after the latex suit withdrew?’ Zaffre’s mind was drowning in the potential scenarios and situations with this new feature installed in him.

All the while Laguna looked down and shook his head glumly, “No, if I wanted a skunk, I would have snagged one.” He pressed an invisible button and Zaffre felt his body begin to stretch and press and shift back to his normal height and species.

As Zaffre was reconfirming his old body was his, Laguna eyes lit up again as he swiped his hands over to a new menu. “Ahhh! There’s where they added the ‘personal tab.’” A mischievous grin spread across his face. As soon as Laguna pressed this new button and locked eyes on Zaffre, the otter drone realized what menu the badger was tinkering on.

Within seconds Zaffre felt his world begin to change, not with a perspective of different heights but as if the color contrast and hue were slowly increasing. He was able to notice everything more sharply, more aware. He could hear the A/C’s white noise intensify; he could feel the indivisible fibers of the lushly carpeted floor press on his paws. As he moved his feet, he could feel the carpet tickle the entirety of his pads and paws.

He stifled his laugh, steeling himself for what was coming next – because out of the corner of his sight he saw the badger already flicking through some buttons. The equivalent of five jackhammers rocketed through Zaffre’s body. It took a moment of reorienting himself and catching his balance to identify the cause of these new vibrations.

Looking down at this body he saw three nubs pressing out from his latex skin. There were two vibrating bullets formed between the latex layer, right where his nipples were, and there was another one pressed right up against his covered and restricted cock.
After seeing and registering those three, Zaffre was able to feel and identify where the other two were located. One was deep inside of his rear, right on his prostate where relentless vibrations only fueled his lust to overdrive.

The last vibrator, was oddly enough, the entirety of his tongue, all the way down to the back of his throat. As the otter ran his wet, vibrating tongue over his row of teeth and the inside of his cheeks, he slowly realized that this addition wasn’t for his pleasure.

The sensations were all too much as his arm and hand, which had obediently stayed by his side, was slowly moving across his body to fondle the bullet right on his cock. Before he realized what was happening, he was already massaging his sheath; trying his best to readjust his cock under the restrictive latex skin.

Laguna just watched it happen as he tutted his tongue at the disobedient otter. “You know the rules… little drones don’t get to use their cocks unless they earn it.”

Laguna pressed a button and to the dismay of the otter drone, his groin began to grow and inflate as an orange-sized thick latex null bulge formed over the otter’s sheath and balls, including the bullet vibrator. Once it was fully formed, a hot pink lock symbol emerged right on top of it.

Zaffre continued to try in vain to find his cock in the dense and thick latex, trying to readjust or just provide any bit of stimulation to it. Laguna snickered at the sight before him, then saw something that interrupted his amusement, becoming wicked glee as his snickering transformed into a deep chuckle.

“Oh… they even were able to get this feature through the update, hats off to the boys downstairs!” As the badger flicked his finger in the air to the otter’s relief the null bulge deflated and faded back into the otter’s groin. As it retreated into the drone’s skin, it revealed the otter’s original cock and balls standing erect in its place, also completely covered in a latex second skin.

Laguna watched the otter’s excitement as he said, “Enjoy this feature, that’s an order.”

The otter immediately pounced, grabbing his cock and rubbing the shaft up and down. With the sensitivity still turned up to max, the sensation and experience were incredible. Soon the otter was lost in the bliss of feeling every millimeter of his cock as it glided under the smooth touch of latex on latex.

It was so exquisite that the otter drone let out a small muted moan of delight. His breath began to quicken and catch in his still vibrating throat, he craned his head towards the ceiling as he was feeling the familiar climbs of a climax. Just as he was about to pass over the edge to the climax he heard a soft, ‘heh’ leave from his master’s lips.

A bright pink lock pad symbol flashed in front of the otter’s vision before it faded away.

He looked down to see that at the tip of the cock, on the head, there was the same locked symbol that flashed in front of him and the same one that he realized was also on the null bulge. In desperation and frustration, Zaffre kept rubbing, kept going – trying to get off through sheer willpower; to overcome the cock lock placed on him.

Hunched over, panting; groaning; whimpering. “Come on, come on…come on!” While he grabbed his cock with both hands to push himself over that artificial hurdle.

Laguna continued to watch at the almost-but-not-quite impotent otter drone in amusement. “You’re not going to beat the lock. But don’t let me discourage you. Why don’t I show you how useless it is to attempt to defy me?” The badger unfolded his arms and slowly slid his finger across the air.

Within moments, Zaffre could feel his cock thicken and grow underneath his own paws. With every stroke up, the cock would lengthen; and every stroke down, it would thicken to compensate the change – but never lost the growth. Zaffre saw it happen in front of him, but he was too caught up in the frustration of his suddenly denied orgasm to stop it now.

With the sensitivity still at the same heightened level, but with the ever-growing surface area of the otter’s cock, the stimulation of both paws, and the weight of his new cock, the otter drone’s legs have out and he dropped to his knees.

The otter was heightened more than ever before – with the vibrations, the increased sensitivity, and the latex covering his body. His orgasm was closer than ever.

He knew he could. He HAD to.

Zaffre got too caught up in the experience to register that the tip of his cock was growing out of reach, and it was only after the otter became eye level with it that he realized how massive it had become. Seeing the monstrous cock in its entirety jolted him out of the impossible task of overriding the nanite’s control over him. Once the otter took his paws off it alone and witnessed how the giant cock stays erect in front of him. After fully comprehending what the otter was looking at, his cock let loose a powerful throb that shook the drone to his core.

Craning his neck to look past his cock down between his legs he saw the two massive latex balls swaying underneath. Each one was about the size of a mango and they were mere inches from the ground.

Coming back to his senses the otter drone realized that any chance of achieving an orgasm was futile now. Zaffre admitted defeat and sat back to sit on his bottom.

The sensation of the carpet rubbing his vibrating ass & still sensitive balls washed over him as he sat down and tried to center himself. The toy grappled with the realization that Laguna had absolute control over every part of his body. Trembling in fear and anticipation, the otter looked up to meet eyes with the badger, who was still looking down at him with the same hungry eyes that he had at the start of the test drive.

Laguna was licking his lips, just about to open his mouth for another command, when Zaffre’s visor flashed a light blue. From his own mouth, the otter spoke the phrase, “Attention: Mr. Crale his next meeting in fifteen minutes.” in a slight mechanical tone.

Laguna sighed and visibly deflated as the notification was spoken. After a brief moment, the badger composed himself, straightened his suit and tie, and sighed out. “Work always has to ruin my fun. Oh well, come on otter toy.” The tent in his own pants was well restrained, but the boy knew that would cause him more problems later.

Laguna snapped his fingers and strode to the door. All the vibrators stopped at once, and the giant latex cock and balls slowly shrunk, until it was normal sized, before then retreating back into his sheath. As he hesitantly prodded the latex bulge, the familiar pink locked symbol emerged once again.

While the otter was inspecting the rest of his body, he heard an irritated mutter from the office door. Looking over, Zaffre saw Laguna standing in front of the closed door, glaring at the otter drone who was still on the floor. Obediently, Zaffre stood up and walked to the door and slowly pulled it open.

Laguna then proceeded down the hall towards one of the meeting rooms. The otter, still in full latex, trailed behind him.

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This story was commissioned by LagunaCrale

It started with Laguna Crale, Chief Financial Officer of a company called Evertech. He worked at his laptop in a conference room, running through some last second details. Laguna was a pink badger, standing tall at six feet even. Today as usual he donned a sharp black business suit accented with a silk tie custom made to match his fur. Rectangular semi-rimless glasses perched on his striped snout.

Just as he was satisfied with his work there was a knock on the glass door. In the hallway stood a meek looking brown otter dressed in business casual clothing trying his best not to take up too much space in the doorway “errm… Mr. Crale, your 3 o’clock is here.”

“Ah yes, send them in,”’ replied Laguna. The otter quickly nodded and hurried off as fast as he could in a professional manner leaving the badger alone. A few moments later the otter returned with a half dozen others following in toe. A lion took the lead and behind him was a selection of tigers, leopards, panthers following behind. Every one of them was sporting a custom suit that could fetch more than an average car.

They took their seats at the table as the otter intern walked to the minibar and started dropping ice cubes into six glasses followed by two fingers of top shelf whisky. He then made his way around the meeting table nerviously handing each guest a glass while trying not to make eye contact.

Each accepted their drink and settled in. All of their predatory eyes were directed toward the pink badger who met each of them with his own hardened business stare and remained silent. When the otter was done he quietly retreated to the back of the meeting room, trying his best to blend into the wallpaper.

Once everyone enjoyed their first sips of whisky and looked comfortable, the badger cleared his throat and started addressing the group. “Gentlemen I thank you all for coming today. On behalf of Evertech, I welcome you to witness our latest product that we have been working on fervently. It will soon be officially announced within our circles. We invited you all here to get on the ground floor of this newest invention”

With a strike of Laguna’s keyboard the projector in the middle of the table hummed to life as it started showing on the screen behind him. Black text on a brushed steel background spelt out the words, “Evertech’s Evermore nanites.”

Laguna tapped the space bar and it moved to the next screen as he continued talking. “Evertech’s evermore nanites are our company’s most cutting edge product in recent history. The nanites, once administered, can replicate and duplicate inside the body like never before. However this model has the ability to change our subjects to and from drone mode with no noticeable changes or interruptions. While in dormant mode our product is virtually undetectable by the common eye and normal medical scanners.”

The business furs’ ears perked up hearing about the new product. But that last claim triggered a much stronger reaction from the group.
Laguna smelled the first drop of blood in the water, carrying on in the same business tone. “I could continue into the nitty gritty of this truly impressive bit of tech, the boys downstairs moved mountains to make this possible.” as he paused for dramatic effect, “But I always believed that a physical demonstration carries more weight.” With that the badger barked at the otter to step forward. The otter, who looked like he was bracing for this, still flinched at the order.

The intern took slow and steady steps from his little hiding spot in the corner and walked past all the other predators who had their eyes locked on him, to join his boss at the front. The otter stood there, fidgeting and nervous as the badger withdrew his phone from his blazer pocket. His fingers glided over the screen and the chime of an app booting up was followed by a simulated mechanical sounding ‘click’ from the phone’s speaker.

The otter tensed up as underneath his clothes something shifted and slithered from around his torso, spreading outwards. It slowly advanced out to the arms and up to the neck. From the shirt collar shiny black ooze emerged and it moved up to cover his neck inch by inch. As it spread it conquered the small otter’s slick brown fur, coating it with shiny black latex in a deliberate stretching and surging motion.

The otter was trying his best to maintain composure in front of his audience despite the obvious pleasure he was experiencing. Now the black latex reached his wrists, then covered his digits and paw pads. From behind the otter’s swishing sleek tail was slowly being converted by the encroaching wave of nanites. Moving past his neck, the latex creeped up the lower jaw as the otter took a deep breath and it coated its mouth, past the puffed out cheeks and to the crown of his head.

There was a moment of silence as the otter stood there, covered from head to paws in thick latex ooze before it started to constrict, pulling the excess material back towards the core. The tail smoothed out, the otter’s hands became taught gloves, and the latex on the head retreated down, leaving a form-fitting latex hood in its place. As the material surged back to the torso, it burst every seam of the intern’s shirt and pants, causing them to fall from his new latex body like dead leaves from a tree.

The otter had a swimmer’s body, tight, toned and now coated with polished black skin. Nobody could help but notice that the intern’s cock was now exposed, hanging free and twitching above a pair of smooth shiny orbs.
The otter`s transformation was now complete, converted into a latex drone with nothing more than the press of a button and a few short minutes.

Laguna waited an extra second for dramatic effect before proclaiming, “gentlemen, our next generation product!” as the otter finally opened his maw, let out his breath and took a small bow. That statement finally struck the audience of apex predators out of their stunned silence and they all started to clap with amazement.

Laguna lapped up the applause for a moment before moving on. “Top of the line nanites ensure the smoothest transition between dormant and active mode yet!” While holding the phone the badger continued, “These drones come with all previous features and simple commands preinstalled, and now can be paired with your phone through bluetooth or wifi via our Evertech app for constant connectivity.”

“This newest development,” the badger grinned “comes with full drone customization.” The push of a virtual button let loose another fake mechanical ‘click’ as the otter drone’s latex glistened and bright white text started to appear on the otter’s body.

On his chest was the text “NEO-NANITE DRONE MODEL .335. DEMO MODEL.” On both shoulders was Evertech’s logo and white lines began accenting the curves, joints and limbs of his toned body. Laguna pressed another button and the latex shifted through different drone design presets as the written text and lines ran through the color spectrum. Like a crowd at a magic show the lion, tigers and leopards ooh’d and aah’d’ at the demonstration

“It also does custom designs too!” The badger announced with another press and automated mechanical click. A second later the otter drone’s white markings faded back to black and bright pink markings shined through to take their place. “Mr. Crale’s personal property” was written in bold text across the drone’s chest, on the shoulders he had a pink hexagon with the badger’s black rose logo placed right in the middle and the badger’s personal signature running up the otter’s thighs.

He allowed the drone to model his design to the group before pressing a button, allowing the pink marks to fade back to default. “Beyond cosmetic changes these new models have on the fly full body modification all through the app”. Laguna flicked through some menus on his phone. “This model allows changes from slim twink to muscle hunk and everything in between faster and easier than ever before!” The badger dragged his padded finger horizontally across the screen, from middle to the left. The otter shivered and quietly squeaked as he shrank in height and shape. The average sized otter was now a true twink, meek and slender. Once the otter’s form was stable he looked down at his body with shame as the predators growled with lust.

“Let’s see what the other end looks like ” as Laguna pulled his finger back to the right and the otter’s body started to twitch as his muscles started to bulge and inflate, making a faint stretching sound in the latex. The otter drone was forced to straighten his spine, as he grew in height. After stretching his back and limbs, he was towering over Laguna Crale, now a huge hunk, with chiseled muscles that looked like they were sculpted by hand. One quick flex of the biceps and bounce of the pecs proved to the guests that they were real, or as real as they could be.

The otter drone just stood there as he gazed over all of the predators in the room with a blank expression, simply flexing each muscle group. That carried on until Laguna commented, “I think they got the picture.” as he tapped his phone and the drone deflated back into his original form, with a hint of dismay in his stance as it happened. “As you can see, this one model can change and adapt to all of your labor needs as well as the more ‘intimate’ side of our customer’s desires.” Laguna paused to give a mischievous grin. “We have a separate slider just for that.”

The badger went back to his phone and just below where he swiped last time, he moved his finger again. The otter tensed up as his hands instinctively wanted to grab his cock but he obediently pulled away to force his hands by his side and allow the room to see. The otter’s cock not only went from phacid to standing erect in record time, but once at full mast it and his balls began to grow and expand just as his muscles did. The growth went on until gravity forced the weight of his cock and the orange sized balls downwards, to swing at the otter’s knees.

His package was now big enough to make even the most confident rhino blush. Once everyone had time to admire the finished product, Laguna swiped to the right and the otter started to inflate back to a giant muscular form. Even at that height and body size the drone’s cock was still proportionally impressive.

After a wave of uneasiness rippled through the room the badger spoke up, “Don’t worry, it goes the other way as well”  Laguna assured the predators as he shrank his drone to the size of a twink and its cock shrunk into something barely recognizable. Just a nub perched on top of two cherry pit sized balls. That brought a roar of laughter from the room.

Laguna then showed off again how the body and cock’s sizes are not exclusive to each other as he showed how the otter can morph from a hung twink to an impotent muscle bound jock before returning him back to his normal body size, with the smallest possible dick.

“This model works within the host’s body to give you complete control of their sensory experience and arousal but it ensures that the drone never tires or wears down after prolonged use. This feature works for building up your drone to your liking but can also correct any potential instances the drone steps out of line” Laguna trailed off as another simulated mechanical click was delivered from his phone.

The side of the otter’s hips started to shimmer and swelled with a sudden influx of black latex as a wave of goo rolled over to his groin and enveloped the otter drone’s shrunken cock and balls. quickly but gently it formed a null bulge with the marking of a lock symbol now showing through. Another round of excited oohs came from the table.

“And that’s not all” Laguna teased, “If the drone steps out of line, or you just want to see him squirm, we have a feature for that even within our base model” At a click of a button, more gooey latex swelled from the drone’s hips but surged to the back. The drone shivered as a mechanical pumping sound started to fill the room that kept in beat to the drone’s hips that was now subtly rocking back and forth.

Laguna waited until everyone realized what was happening before saying, “unbeknownst to our little tech demo here, the boys just cracked how to change the sensitivity levels of our products, observe” as the badger fiddled with his phone before turning back to the drone.

Immediately the drone reacted,  buckling at the knees, his spine twitching. He convulsed and loudly moaned from desperate overstimulation. This was nothing short of music to the predator’s ears as sounds of appreciation and arousal rose from the group.

The badger just kept watching on, both at the drone and the business furs with hunger in their eyes before speaking loudly enough to cut through the commotion “Now if you want to go the extra mile, you could alway make him go through it alone. All you need to do is say,*’Attention!’”  putting extra emphasis on the last word.

With that he otter drone snapped at attention becoming completely silent as the plug kept slithering and pounding away at his hole at the same pace. No moaning, no buckling of the knees, just standing completely still, mouth sealed shut.

Despite the orders and the workings of the nanties the otter still made micro twitches and body movement that all the predators innately recognized that the little otter intern was still straining to move within his rigid rubber encased body, trying to do anything to squirm or at least express what exactly he was being put through.

The badger continued going back to the presentation on the screen, leaving the otter to stew in his own full body suit going at full power.

“Gentlemen, our newest drone model will yield massive advancements in the market and allow us to pursue truly aggressive and in some cases unexpected corporate takeover within the organizations of both the public and private sectors.” Laguna stated that last line with a wicked laugh raising the phone up to his head, saying “To progress!” leading a cheer as the others raised their drinks and downed the remainder of their drinks.

“And the best, the absolute best feature of this product is that the nanites are administered in the most painless, easiest and convenient way possible. No costly visits to one of our specialty clinics, no more injections or revisits with the hassle of scheduling.”

There were a few raised eyebrows at that claim as the Badger continued. “Our newest nanites can be taken orally, mixed in with food, beverages or even… melted ice cubes.”

Looks of horror and realization shocked the group of predators as they realized the truth just a the Laguna Crale lowered his paw, pointed his phone at the guests and

*Click*

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Mel is worried about her adorably small dick, and decides to take part  in an experimental trial for a new drug called Gro-Me! Follow her  progress as she tries to transform her adorable little quickshot cock  into a thick, twitching breedpole, all in time to impress her girlfriend  Luca on Valentine’s Day!

Of course, with an incredibly sadistic scientist overseeing the trial,  and strange side-effects appearing with every dose, it might not be that  simple…~

“Current date, January 20th. This is just a quick check-in with Test Subject #001-A, to measure the effects of Eros Corporation Limited’s ‘Gro-Me’ drug on a human test subject, after one week of continuous use. So, how are you feeling?”

Mel smiled into the camera.

“I’m really good! The pills are working super well!”

Dr. Addams leaned back in her chair, and crossed her legs, the smooth nylon of her pantyhose shining under the bright laboratory lights.

“Is that so? What has the effect been so far?”

Without hesitation, Mel stood up, and, after some excited fumbling, pulled her pants down to her knees. The difference was obvious; her flaccid cock had almost doubled in size, still on the smaller side, but not absurdly so.

Dr. Addams stroked her chin, and gave a hm of approval.

“Um… do you need to do any of the tests you did last time, or…?” Mel tried not to sound hopeful. The fact was, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about anything that Dr. Addams had said for the past week, and part of her had been looking forward to more…

“Oh, there’s no need for that this session, we’re just covering your progress, which looks good, and any potential side effects you may be experiencing. Do you have any to report?”

Mel seriously considered pushing the issue, but decided against it. She shouldn’t get used to doing stuff like that.

“Well, there have been a couple of things…”

“Such as?”

“Uh… it’s a little embarrassing, but… it gets hard a lot more easily now…”

Dr. Addams tilted her head curiously, and the ghost of that same cruel smirk she had worn last session crossed her features.

“Is that so? Interesting… the subject’s penis responds much more readily to stimulus… could you give us some examples of what sorts of stimuli are most effective?”

Mel shivered, despite the comfortable temperature of the lab. 

“I…”

Every time Luca bends over to pick something up, I can’t think about anything except grabbing her hips and filling her ass with cock. Every time she leaves the house, all those things you said about her cheating on me come flooding back and I can’t help but jerk off while thinking about it. Every time she makes a cute little joke about my “little friend” I want to push her to her knees and cockslap her.

“J-just morning wood, that kinda thing, y’know?”

Dr. Addams was scribbling furiously on her clipboard.

“I see. And has the consistency or amount of your ejaculations changed in any way?”

“Um… is that normal?”

Because I used to just be able to quietly rub one out in the bathroom or even in bed and it wasn’t noticeable, but now it’s thick and heavy and it smells kinda bad… it gets stuck under my foreskin if I leave it without washing…

“Very. The drug works by inducing growth in various parts of your sexual anatomy, and one of the expected effects of this is an increase in the rate of semen production.”

“Th-then yeah, I guess it’s a little thicker…”

Dr. Addams smiled to herself. She seemed to be hearing everything she wanted to.

“Excellent. And, if I might ask, have there been any changes to your refractory period?”

Mel paused. This was one area where she didn’t really need to downplay anything.

“Um… not really, no. I need a rest after I cum, same as ever. Should there be a change?”

With a frown, Dr. Addams added a few more notes to her clipboard. Then she placed it on the table, and steepled her fingers together, looking thoughtful.

“We were expecting to see some shifts, but the fact that there haven’t been any is no cause for concern. They might take a while to manifest, or they may never appear at all. That’s why we do these trials, after all, to test and see if our hypotheses about these drugs are correct. At any rate, it sounds as if things are proceeding more or less as expected. I have no qualms about signing off on another week’s worth of pills for you, if you’re happy to continue with the study?”

Mel nodded quickly, eager to get home with more Gro-Me. Sure, she hadn’t been expecting quite so many odd side effects, but she couldn’t argue with the results!