Possessions, Body Swaps, and Hot People

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[transformhim]

Darrius frowned at his phone. The mostly empty MARTA car wobbled on its tracks on its way to Midtown. He was meeting a few of his friends for a night on the streets of Atlanta—classes were over, graduation had concluded, and he was looking forward to the night in a whatever-happens-happens kind of way. So the sudden FaceTime ring coming through upset the steady high he was brewing, figuratively and literally.

The fuck was Miguel doing FaceTime’ing him?

Morehouse was known for its considerably large gay population, but Miguel was easily as the head bitch on top, in a manner of speaking. Darrius wasn’t prejudiced, by any means—he and his cousin had jacked off together tons of times through the years, who hadn’t, that shit wasn’t gay—but he couldn’t stand how much Miguel flaunted it all the time. The two of them had shared plenty of classes and Miguel was never shy about the occasional grin + wink. Darrius took a sigh and hit answer.

“What do you want, Migs.” Darrius monotoned in more of a whine than a question.

“‘Migs,’ uucgh, it’s Miguel, cabron, get it right,” Miguel sassed teasingly in his quick Puerto Rican accent. Darrius rolled his eyes as Miguel waggled his finger at him with his quick camera movements.

“Whatchu want Miguel,” Darrius groaned.

“Que impaciente, fine! Hold up.” Miguel changed his camera to his front facing camera and Darrius could see that he was stepping towards his bathroom. The hell was this??

“Hey yooo!” As Miguel stepped into the bathroom he appeared in frame reflected into the bathroom mirror, completely and totally nude. He’d at least had the decency to cover his junk with his other hand, but yeah, full birthday suit.

“Aww, come on, dude! What the fuck?! You really think I—”

“Shhh shh, espera, calm down, check this out,” Miguel tapped on his screen a few times, “Aaaaaaand, mira!” He tapped one more time on his screen.

“UUOOFGH…” Both of the guys huffed out a forceful breath on opposite ends of the call as if they’d been socked in the stomach, but neither felt any pain. Instead, Darrius felt like he’d been sucked into himself a little bit, like his entire frame got a little bit tighter, and a little bit more compact. His vainly snug clothing now felt comfortably loose on him as he looked down on himself to see that these sensations were more than that. He was smaller! Not puny, not his usual ball player size, but definitely many pounds lighter without his hard-earned muscle. And…? His tighter skin looked lighter, too?

He looked back at his phone to see Miguel’s head rolled back in ecstasy, his entire frame blooming outwards with athletic strength and size. “RRNNMMF,” he gurgled/grunted deeply through the phone as he rolled his head back around, his hair lengthened outwards and upwards and his features darkened. His facial hair remained the same but his features morphed and twisted with a shake of his head. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before Darrius pieced together just who exactly he was now looking at: himself.

“Ayyyy, lookin’ good Darrius baby!” Miguel intoned deeply with a waggle of his tongue.

Darrius could see now in his tiny window on screen that he looked exactly like Miguel too!

“Migs, the fuck??!” He hissed in a sharp whisper at his phone, drawing a couple inquiring looks from the fellow passengers, along with a just few double takes from folks close by who were certain they had seen another guy sitting there moments before.

Miguel giggled excitedly on the other end, twisting and turning, getting a load of his new curvaceous angles, “Right?! Que guapoooo, no?” He let loose his hand protecting his modesty and did a saucy, gyrating, Latin step, his—Darrius’s—meat flopping around with his quick sways.

“Miguel, man, I’m serious, how th—the fuck is this?? I’m meeting up with my people tonight, Im out here in public, I’m trying to get my dick wet, I’m supposed to meet my family on Monday, why would y—?!”

“Hey, hey, tranquilo, hombre! I’m just trying to have a lil fun too! Don’t worry, baby! Look, who you seeing tonight? Angela? Krystal?”

Darrius was breathing heavy, angry breaths. He knew the two would be in the group tonight though. He allowed himself a few angry nods of the head.

“Those chicas loooove me, dude! We get along great, even though they want me. Always after mi leche, know what I mean? Fag hags, man, they always want a lil, truth! Go getchu some of that tonight, mano! I bet if you played the game right, you could bag them both at once if you wanted!”

Darrius pondered this through his angry breaths. When he mentioned getting his dick wet, he did have Krystal in mind. Hell, now that Miguel brought her up, Angela would be sick too. He knew that they hung around Miguel always, hung off him really. His mind immediately pictured the three of them fucking in knots on top of sweaty sheets, eating Krystal out while breeding Angela, catching them both off guard by his—oh, WOW, Miguel was packing. He could feel his borrowed hog swelling to obscene turgidity in his designer jeans. He leaned forward to hide its upcurved head from drawing too much attention to his tent.

Miguel must’ve noticed his change in demeanor and interjected, pleased with himself, “Seeee?! Not such bad night after all, huh?” He giggled and brought the camera close to his—again, Darrius’s!—face. “Also, I guess you just realized I’ve got you beat in at least one way, no?”

“Not funny, man. This shit’s still fucked up,” Darrius saved face.

“Still, you’re so fuckin’ STRONGGG, bro! I mean—RRRNNG!” Miguel flexed both his borrowed arms intensely, pursing his lips, lifted them up behind his head and crunched his abs into definition with another deep grunt, put one foot up on his bathroom counter and tugged on his chubbing meat as he popped his pecs a few times.

“Alright, alright, man, that ain’t what I wanna see,” Darrius had calmed down a bit.

“It’s all you, mano! Also, just enjoy the weekend, man! Don’t worry about the familia, bro, I promise I’ll call you back on Sunday and we can get this sorted back out.”

“Fuckin’ better, dude, I swear, I—”

“If you still want to.” Miguel concluded with another cheeky waggle of his tongue for the camera.

“Miguel, seriously, how—?”

“No time, amor, gotta take care of this,” he smacked his borrowed pole against his abs, “Then we both got a biiiiiig weekend ahead, right baby?”

“Migs—!!”

“Ciao, guapito!” Miguel hung up the call, leaving Darrius staring confused back at himself—well, not himself—in his phone’s screen.

What in the holy everloving fuuuuuck, he thought to himself, huffing out a breath and leaning back in his seat, his (frankly massive) tent now subsiding.

He didn’t feel terrible. He didn’t even look terrible, that was at least true. Miguel was right, girls were always hanging off him despite his disinterest in them sexually. He flaunted his looks and kept himself looking tight, like most of the Morehouse gays.

Darrius unlocked his phone—now having to input his code since his facial recognition no longer worked—and looked back at his reflection.

Clean. Svelte. Fresh. Sharp. Runner-muscled. Manicured. Almost pretty.

Hell, he could work with this!

He’d have to let his bros know he’d caught something, hopefully they’d buy it. Should they be surprised by Miguel showing up all the sudden? No, not necessarily. Miguel, as Darrius knew, had friends everywhere. Darrius’s friends may be upset for a moment by his intrusion, but after seeing how well Miguel could hang… after seeing how good of a wingman he could be… after seeing how skillfully Miguel could knock em back… after seeing how touchy-feely he and Angela and Krystal were getting throughout the night… He was sure they’d come around on Miguel in no time.

Darrius rolled his eyes with a sigh, figuring if this was how his weekend was turning out, he might as well roll with it. He started his texts to update his bros, planned his next steps, and scrolled through Angela’s and Krystal’s IG pages again, pawing at his newly well-endowed self greedily.

Hearing the intercom chime indicating his stop, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, adjusted his elephant cock under his waistband, and stepped into the hot, humid, Atlanta night air, his newly-loose clothes billowing in the thick summer breeze.

[kylecrusoe-captions]

"Why did dad have to do this TODAY?" I grumbled to myself as I sat up in my father's bed. A note at the side table read "Had to borrow your body for the camping trip. Sorry for the short notice!" I knew that was the agreement; I got to live here rent free and he could use my body when he needed it. But he was always forgetting to tell me when he planned to use my body! Today I had planned on attending a Pride month party. Oh well, I guess I can still wear the outfit I was planning on, it'll just be a little tight.

[unchainedlynx]

Maybe he doesn’t appreciate this re-enactment of that locker room and magic underwear strip…..

Probably does tho. 

[hanuman1010]

[nsdhm]

[15takumi]

[bearalan]

[brossession]

Baseball Dad // Father’s Day 1

“Hey Nick. You excited for the game today?” my dad asked me, still focused on the road. “Yeah dad. You know I am! I didn’t even go to sleep last night” I said, antsy to arrive at the field as fast as possible.

See, today – Father’s Day – is my school’s annual ‘Father-Son Baseball Game’ day, where all of our dads get to join in and play a game for themselves. I know, I know. Seems a bit lame for adult seniors to do with their dads. But there’s a twist this year, all thanks to Jerry, my friend who also happens to the Coach Greene’s son: we’ll get to be our dads!

About a week ago, Jerry found some magic wrinkle-remover spray from his attic that, apart from obviously removing wrinkles, puts the physical body of whoever’s wearing the clothing inside the clothing. It’ll make sense in a bit. Jerry didn’t tell the team that at first though. On the day when the shipment of adult-sized jerseys came in, Jerry and Coach Greene were the first people to see them. The two walked into Coach’s office – Greene holding the shipment and Jerry holding the spray. After a couple of minutes with some rustling noises, Coach Greene came out sporting the blue and white jersey with our team’s name on it, but Jerry was no where in sight. Then out of the blue, Coach Greene yelled at all of us to drop and do twenty pushups! After we did ten reps, Coach started to laugh hysterically – something we never see him do. “Hey guys. You can stop now” he said, still chuckling, “your friend Jerry’s in here.” We looked up, out of breath, and saw Coach, smug face and all, pointing at himself with his thumb. “Don’t believe me?” He grabbed the bottom hem of the jersey and pulled it up, gradually revealing more and more of Jerry’s body shape until the jersey was completely off and the top half was now all Jerry – arms, head, and all. He still had Coach’s legs though, which looked really weird in combination. Before we had a chance to take in what happened, Jerry pulled down the Jersey again, and we watched as Coach’s giant forearms and biceps came out of the arm holes and Coach’s head popped out of the collar hole. “You guys ready to be your dads?” Jerry said in his dad’s deep voice.

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My dad and I got out of the car and headed to the sign-up table where Coach Greene was handing out the adult-sized Large and XL jerseys to all the dads.

“How’s it been Joe?” asked Coach, who was glancing down at me in particular. “And you look excited.”

“Everything’s been well, Mike. Thanks… Say, where’s Jerry? Haven’t seen him lately. Billy’s been wanting to see him” my dad said in his deep voice, giving me a pat on the back.

“Uhh Jerry’s been helping me get ready for today. Might be behind-the-scenes for a bit until the game starts” Coach said, giving a bit of an awkward chuckle at the end. “Anyways, are those your change of clothes, Joe? You mind if I see them?” He pointed at the duffle bag my dad was carrying. My dad handed the bag over while Coach took out an XL jersey and the wrinkle-remover spray. “This stuff works like a charm” he chuckled, spraying the jersey and my dad’s pants inside the bag. “Alright well I’ll see you in a bit Joe!” he said, and began to greet the son and dad who were behind us.

“Hey. Has Coach been acting any different lately?” my dad asked me as we approached the locker room. “He seemed sort of nervous. And, for as long as I’ve known that guy, he’s never nervous.”

“Uh. I think he’s just been stressed with setting today up” I lied.

“And what was up with the whole spray thing? I could’ve sworn he didn’t believe in using those things. And he didn’t even glance at your clothes.”

“Not sure, dad” I said, walking into the locker room. Inside, we saw one of the dads looking at himself in the full-body mirror. Right as we walked by, the man glanced at me in the mirror and smirked, before flexing one of his biceps.

“Sheesh, that guy was full of himself” my dad whispered to me as we entered a private changing area. I closed the door behind us and pretended to set out my clothes as my dad actually did. As my dad took out his compression shorts and red and black pants, I heard two older men talking to each other.

“Dude this is fucking awesome. My dad’s buff as shit.”

“Damn man, I’m jealous. My dad’s outta shape. I don’t know how well I’m gonna do in the field today.” The two men chuckled before walking out the area.

I glanced at my dad who seemed to take note of the conversation that just went on, but he seemed preoccupied as he buttoned the waist button of his pants. He then grabbed the jersey and took a whiff of it, seemingly pleased at the scent the spray give it. I turned around as he put it on and pretended to put my own baseball jersey on. I heard a grunt come from behind me, and, turning back around, I saw only my dad’s pants and jersey on the ground. My dad himself was literally gone!

Excited, I threw my uniform to the corner of the changing room and grabbed my dad’s pants. I held it in my hand for a minute, almost doubtful that’ll it would actually work, before stepping into it with first my right leg, then my left. In what defied all logic, my right foot popped out the other end, then my left, without the pants scrunching up at all. I took a closer look and saw that they weren’t my Size 10 feet, but my dad’s Size 13. I wiggled my toes and saw my dad’s wiggle, gently shaking the hair follicles that lined the knuckles of his feet. I bent down, not yet realizing I had gained 5 inches of height, and felt my dad’s giant calves and thighs stretching the soft, charcoal fabric of the pants he chose. I pulled my right pant leg up, and saw hair all over my leg that seemed to go way further up than I could view. I pulled my pant leg back down and looked in the mirror, and saw a half-goliath, half-kid standing awkwardly in the middle of a changing room. Giddy beyond belief, I grabbed the adult sized jersey and, like my dad, gave it a whiff, smelling a mix of laundry soap and my dad’s cologne. I turned around, facing away from the mirror, and slipped my left and right arm through the ginormous jersey, leaving the rest of the fabric hanging in front of my body. What came out were my dad’s hugely built forearms and his swollen biceps now stretching the fabric. I pulled my arms in front of me and felt the hairy roughness of his arms, experimentally giving them a squeeze only to find out how solid they actually were. I looked at my new, large hands and felt the callousness of them thst resulted from years of being a physical trainer. Not wanting to delay it even further, I turned around to face the mirror, grabbed the back fabric of the jersey, closed my eyes, and pulled the fabric down over my head and torso. Not opening my eyes, I slowly lifted my right arm from my side and touched my chest, which I could feel bulged the fabric outward. I slowly opened my clenched eyes, and saw my dad in the mirror do the same. I stared at my reflection, which now took up the entirety of the mirror, and blinked. I raised my eyebrows, checking to see if my dad would do the same, and touched the wrinkles on my forehead. I brushed my large, now proportionally-sized, hand through my new hair, feeling maturity in both its style and its touch, and muttered “whoaaaaa.” My eyes opened wide - as my dad’s in the mirror - as I yelled “OH MY FUCKING SHIT.” My free left hand shot up to my throat, feeling the rigid Adam’s Apple that now pushed on my skin. “Testing testing” I said to no one, hearing my dad’s deep, scratchy voice coming out of my voicebox. I looked in the mirror again and, with both arms now raised, noticed the sheer volume of the muscle mass now contained in my arms. I flexed my arms, observing my muscles expand as if monsters were breathing in and out inside of my flesh. I put my arms down, and in doing so felt my huge pecs pop. Confused, I looked in the mirror and focused on my pecs. And suddenly, they started to bounce up and down. “I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THEY COULD DO THAT” I yelled, my dad’s voice echoing back at me. I dipped my hand under my shirt hem and, surprisingly, felt no muscles there. I lifted the Jersey and saw my normal body there instead of my dad’s rugged abs. I put my jersey back down and instead awkwardly shoved my arm into the collar hole. Because of the size of my arms and the tightness of the shirt, I could only feel up to upper chest, but it was still surreal nonetheless. I looked in the mirror once again, taking note of my cologne’s amazing scent. “I’m Joe Martin. I’m 35 years old and I work as a physical trainer.” I smiled at myself, now feeling the physical high of adult life.

As I was tying my shoes, I heard a knock on the door and a voice – who I recognized to be Coach’s – say “Joe you in there? We’re starting up soon.” I finished knotting my shoe and stood up, almost stumbling forward due to my new height of 6'5".

“Yeah Coach. I’ll be out in a sec!” I said just a little bit too loud, not used to my amplified voice.

“Haha. We’ve known each other for years now. In case you don’t remember, you can call me Mike, even on the field. Anyways, I’ll see you out there” he said before I heard his footsteps exit. I looked in the mirror and patted down my blue and white jersey, which had my ‘son’s’ team name spelled out on the front. I took a minute to examine my bulging muscles again, feeling their hardness once again before moving down to squeeze my huge ass and adjusting my large package. I looped a black belt around my waist, and smoothed down my pants before grabbing my duffle bags, opening the door and walking out.

I stood in awe for a moment, scanning the tops of lockers that, for so long, towered over me. I was interrupted by a man’s voice yelling down the hallway.

“Hey Nick is that you!? Number 33 right!?” the familiar man yelled before jogging up to me. “Dude it’s me! It’s Trevor! Well, I mean, I’m Thomas right now.”

“Hey man. Never knew your dad was on the big and hairy side” I said, giving the 6'3" man a nudge and a fist bump.

“Aw shut up. I might be fat, but I got some catcher skills on me” he said jokingly. “Anyways, we gotta head out. Do whatever you need and I’ll see you on the field.” He ran off, his belly fat jiggling as he took a step.

I took off running too, feeling the physical prowess of my new, developed body and saw a crowd of guys waiting behind the gate. “Hey! I know you guys are adults, but you gotta get here on time too!” muttered one of the dads, who sported a black baseball hat, some scruff, and black-and-white shorts.

“You’re Nick right?” he said, “its Aaron in here!” The man jabbed his chest with his thumb. “You’re up to bat next, man… and with arms like those you better hit a homer. Good luck out there!” He pushed me onto home plate.

I grabbed the baseball bat and gained a feel for it by tossing it around in my hand. I raised my bat as the pitcher prepared his throw, and felt power that I never before felt in my swing, running and watching as the ball flew out of the park. “Happy Father’s Day everyone!” I yelled, touching home plate as the crowd cheered.

[plmok]

[adrianda72-deactivated20220804]

[krisnuggs]

[15takumi]

[raph560]

[a-quick-swap]

do any of you have any body-positive fat/chubby possession/swap stories you'd recommend? most of what I see centres around humiliation or disgust, especially now that the blogs that do better keep getting deactivated :/

I plan on writing some of my own eventually, but it's hard to find the free time, and even harder to be in the right headspace

[growingbeefy]

blue collar work’s been too good to me 🥵 boss took me out for lunch to keep his big beefy stud fueled for a heavy workday

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

There are so many beautiful men in real life you don't need to reblog AI ones

[beardysuits]

School Daze

A sequel to Father Son Bonding. Colin and Derek are upping the ante after taking over the Montgomerys. This time, they plan on taking over Principal Henderson and Mr. Daniels to have some after school fun.

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“You want to WHAT?” Colin asked. He shot up from his place in bed, absolutely dumbfounded.

“Come on man, you can’t tell me you haven’t had your eyes on either of them,” I told him, pacing in front of him. I flicked a bobblehead on his nightstand, making the cartoony elephant’s head teeter. Colin’s room was like a time capsule from the third grade to senior year. 

“Yeah, like fantasies while alone in my room, not actually taking either of them over!” 

“Colin come on man, I thought that the whole Montgomery thing you’d have a bit more balls,” I replied, crossing my arms and leaning against his dresser. He looked away from me and sighed, clasping his hands together. 

“Derek… I don’t know about this..” He said, trailing off. Biting my bottom lip, I even contemplated to myself about whether it was a good idea. If it weren’t for the raging hormones, I probably wouldn’t have brought it up. 

“I get it,” I told him. He looked back at me, I could see the unease filling to the brim in his eyes. “I’m not even saying we have to do it. But, you have to admit with the Montgomerys, it was a really fucking hot time.” He smirked and looked away, his cheeks beginning to flush. 

“I mean yeah…” he said, reminiscing. 

“And dude, you were fucking HOT as Peter. Like, you made him a little cock hungry bitch.” 

“And you made his dad a horny fucking bastard,” he said back. I laughed and walked up to him, clasping him on the shoulder. 

“We fucking pulled that shit off, and they had no idea!” I told him, grabbing his other shoulder. “Peter was walking funny for three days straight after cause you rode me like a stallion! Now, think about what you could accomplish as Principal Henderson”. His eyes widened. 

“I’M going to be Principal Henderson?” He asked, taken aback. 

“Well yeah, you’re the one always after his ass. Now you can actually own it,” I said, booping him on the tip of his nose. 

“Dude, no, I’m out,” he said, falling back on the bed, making it squeak beneath his twigging frame. My hands slumped to my sides as I rolled my head back in exasperation. I prattled my fingers on my legs and join him on the bed, falling back next to him. We stared at his room’s ceiling in silence, the fear of actually upsetting him starting to creep in. 

“Okay, you’re out, that’s fine,” I said, laying a hand across my chest. 

“Thank you,” he said, his arm covering his eyes. I tapped a few fingers on my chest and bit my lip, pondering how I was going to convince him to join me. 

“So you don’t want to see Henderson naked?” I asked him. 

“Not enough to risk getting expelled.”

“Not even if I had a plan in place?”

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“Never more sure in my life.” 

“Okay, okay,” I said, sitting up. “That’s all I need to know.” I got up and rapped my fingers on his bedpost. “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable,” I told him. 

“Thanks man.” I fished my phone out of my pocket and swiped through my photo gallery. I selected a few images and sent them over his way. His phone dinged, to which he pulled it out and saw my text.

“What’s this?” He asked, opening my text. His eyes widened slightly. 

“Just some shots I took of Henderson behind his back. He was wearing his navy suit that day. Good color on him. Whatever the fabric it’s made out of is top notch, cupped his balls just right to leave little to the imagination.” Colin slumped his hands down on the bed and exhaled slowly, before turning to me and sending daggers my way.

“Asshole,” he hissed. 

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Colin couldn’t resist Principal Henderson, he divulged that to me after one of the first nights we finally got the possession potion right. Though, he didn’t need to tell me. Henderson was a pretty hands on Principal, even if a bit of an asshole. He would roam the halls and take cell phones, point out dress code violations, make sure no PDA was displayed. All the while he wore one of his famous three piece suits, which Colin made sure to get a good look at when Henderson’s attention was elsewhere. 

Me on the other hand? My tastes were after Mr. Daniels, one of the social studies teachers and coach of the volleyball team. I had his class last year and had fantasied about seeing what was beneath those dress shirts his wore every day. I even tried to take another class of his this year, but of course he had no senior classes he oversaw. So instead I got to admire him in the halls as he greeted his students who I was growing more and more envious of. 

After Colin and I had successfully taken over a few randos in town with our conception and even more so the success of the Montgomery take over, I knew our new targets were Henderson and Daniels. The plan was simple, we sneak into Henderson’s office while he was out after the final class, Colin takes him over, then calls Daniels into his office where bada-bing, bada-boom, I sneak my way into his juicy ass. The only snag of course, was getting Colin on board, but after waving the idea of Henderson in a jock while Daniels makes him his bitch, he was easy to convince. 

The night before, we made our potion brew, the means which gave us the ability to take over any host we wanted for a limited time. Once we got to school the next day, Colin was already trying to back out. We had made our way to just outside the front office, sitting on one of the benches in the hallway, school had just wrapped up. His knee was shaking uncontrollably, his breathing getting heavier as he looked up and down the hall. 

“You know, I think this whole ‘not being suspicious thing’ you got going on is really doing the trick,” I told him, my voice barely above a whisper. 

“Don’t be a dick,” he hissed. “Taking over at Montgomery’s was one thing, that was their home, nobody was there. Look at all these people.” The hallways were bustling about still, everybody eager to rush home or to their extracurriculars.

“Most of them will be gone in a few minutes anyway, this is the best time for us to get in. We’ll blend right in, just as soon as the front desk is out of the way, we can sneak in. You ready?” I asked him, puling out the burner phone I bought weeks ago for just this kind of occasion. 

“Of coursing fucking not,” he said, clasping his hands behind his neck. I dialed the school and looked at him, finger over the “start call” button. I honestly was beginning to feel pretty bad, that maybe we should call it off. I put a hand on his shoulder, helping him calm his bouncing. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” I told him. “If you really are going to be this upset, I don’t want to hurt our friendship. We can just go.” He looked at me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. 

“Hey, don’t care if you do that at home, that’s your parents’ problem. But in these walls, we’re having none of that,” a booming voice said down the hallway. We both turned to find Principal Henderson breaking apart a guy and a girl I didn’t recognize, she was on his lap, immediately sliding off once Henderson confronted them. His hands had pushed his blazer back, revealing his stomach pressed against his dress shirt. He was wearing a pinstripe suit as if he was on Wall Street and not inside the confides of a Connecticut high school. Colin’s mouth had dropped open a bit as he watched Henderson turn away, his ass squeezed into the matching pants. He passed by another student who was engrossed in their phone and almost bumped into him. 

“Son, you need to watch where you’re going,” he said. “You kids are so stuck on your phones all the time, it’s not wonder you have no attention span.” 

“Colin, you good?” I asked him. 

“We got about a month left of senior year,” he said, turning to me, a lustful look replacing the fear held in his eyes moments ago. “Fuck it.” I could feel a smirk forming as I pressed “dial”. The phone rang and immediately I was greeted kindly by the front desk. Colin got up from his seat and stood at the wayside, wearing into the front office from the glass as I spoke to the secretary. 

“Hi there, this is Hank’s Body Shop, is this a Miss Dottrie?” I said, trying to disguise my voice. 

“Yes, it is,” she responded, sounding worried.

“Hello, yes, we just received a white Chevy Equinox here, would you be the owner of this car? It looks like it was towed from a Middlebrooke High School according to this report”. 

“What?” She almost shrieked. I saw her stand at the front desk and fumble with her purse. “Why is it there? What happened?” 

“I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t have much information. If you want to sort it out, you can come by our shop, but we are closing early today and will be out before the end of the hour.” 

“Are you serious?” Ughhhh fine fine fine, I’ll be there soon.” She hung up before I could say anything more. From my point of view, I could see her fumble with her purse and run to the door. She looked back, hesitant to whether she should really leave her post. Eventually though, she rushed out the door, hustling past students. We took the opportunity before she could see her car actually was in the faculty lot still and snuck inside. Luckily the school was small enough to only need one receptionist and Principal Henderson’s door was right behind it. Even more lucky for us, he left it unlocked. We snuck inside and quickly got to work. 

I took out the first vial for Colin and passed it to him, who was already starting to undress. 

“Damn Colin, you’re not fucking around,” I said, chuckling. He exhaled loudly, shaking his arms to loosen his nerves. 

“I have no idea what’s come over me honestly,” he said, unzipping his pants. He was trembling as he pulled his jeans down. “But, I like it.”

“You’re going to be so good as Principal,” I told him. “You made Peter work, you got this too.” He was fully naked now, his pale slender flame almost luminescent under the florescent lights of the office. I reached a hand out, holding the vial I had ready for him. 

“Thanks man,” he said, taking the vial. “Bottoms up.” He threw his head back and gulped the small vial down, shaking some as the vile taste went down his throat. His skin began to glisten almost immediately as the potion began to take affect. It was then we heard a door opening outside. 

“Where the hell did she go?” Henderson’s voice rang out. Colin and I looked at each other, both of us eyes wide and terrified. He never comes back this early! He usually it out for another ten minutes! I hold a finger to my lips to signal silence and point to the bookshelf to the side. He ran to hide behind it, almost slipping on the goo secreting from him.  I ran to hide under Henderson’s desk and just barely tucked my feet in when I heard the office door open. 

“Miss Dottrie?” He called out. From the small space between the desk and rug I saw his shadow still in the room as he closed the door behind him. “Where did she even go?” He asked him. He walked to his desk, my heart was pounding in my chest as I knew I would be caught in a matter of seconds. It was then I heard a thud from the other side of the room. 

“Who’s there?” Henderson called out, spinning. I peaked around the corner of the desk and saw a book lying on the floor. Glancing to the bookshelf I saw Colin, fully slippery and trying to hide his twiggy frame behind the wooden shelving. He must have thrown one of the books to distract him. Henderson walked to the book and bent down to pick it up. 

“What?” He asked, flipping I over. Now was as good a time as any. I ran to him and grabbed a hand around his eyes, my other around his throat. 

“What the fuck!” He shouted. I spun him around to face Colin, who was already running full force at Henderson’s mouth. Colin slipped past Henderson’s lips, he was already becoming such a pro at the sport of possession. Henderson and I both fell back, his cries for help muffled by the horny eighteen-year-old stuffing himself further down his throat. I made sure to keep his eyes covered to help avoid blowing our cover. As Colin’s feet slipped past Henderson’s mouth, I made sure it cover it behind him to avoid any yelling escaping. Henderson was thrashing about, trying to fight off Colin as he slid further into him. 

I could see Henderson’s body bulge out as Colin’s arm and legs moved Into place. His legs slipping in like pants, arms like sleeves and the coup de gras, his thick cock. I had no idea how big of a package Henderson was packing, but from the strain I could see through the stripes down there, it was fighting for its life to break free. Just as I was about to lose my grip on him, he slid completely still. I slowly removed my hands from his mouth, but kept his eyes covered just in case. Out of nowhere, he threw his arms up and pushed me away. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” He boomed, his voice almost shaking the office. He got a good look at me and glared. 

“Peters? Why the fuck are you holding me down? I’m going to have you expelled for this!” He got up and bellowed over me. What the fuck is happening? I saw Colin go in, is he still in there? Did Henderson fight back and now Colin was stuck.

“Mr. Henderson, I-“

“It’s Principal Henderson first off,” he said, stepping closer to me. I was backing up, I could even feel tears welling in my eyes in fear that I not only was going to be reamed for this, but lost my best friend. 

“And second of all, he continued,” growling at me. He grabbed me by my arms and pulled me in, his tongue swirling inside my mouth. I tried to scream for a brief moment, a tear breaking free as the shock was settling in. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he said as he pulled away from me. He was holding his bulge and rubbing it lustfully with thumb. Immediately rage built over me.

“Colin you fucking dick! I thought you were lost in there!” He bellowed out a belly shaking laugh, rubbing a hand through his hair. His belly jiggled against the shirt, about to pop out of its buttons. 

“Dude, you were so fucking scared. And that’s payback for roping me into this,” he said with Henderson’s voice. He strolled over to his desk and sat down, his legs spread out, the pinstripe pants strained against his thick thighs. He inhaled deeply. 

“Man, I can smell his musk from here, it’s potent,” he said, licking his lips. “You want a taste?” He asked. He grabbed a handful of his bulge with his new thick fingers and winked at me. I was still calming myself down, experiencing the whiplash of fear, to anger and now lust. If he didn’t pull that fucking trick I would actually think about getting on my knees by him, but I flipped him off instead. 

“Peters, that’s a months detention,” he said, pointing one of his sausage fingers at me. 

“Just calls Mr. Daniels in,” I scoffed at him, beginning to underdress for my part. He swirled in his chair a bit, his dorky self piercing through the veil of the persona he was taking on. He picked up the phone and stared at the keypad, receiver to his ear. Just as I was pulling my pants down he looked over at me.

“Dude, how do I use this phone?” He asked. 

“I don’t fucking know, maybe the front desk has a directory or something.” He put the phone down and got himself up, grunting like a man in his 50’s would. 

“You keep that sass up Peters and you’ll be asking for a lashing,” he said, pushing past me. He opened the door and immediately stopped. 

“Miss Dottrie? What are you doing here?” He asked. Fuck, she’s back? Did she hear any of that. 

“Sorry Principal Henderson, I got this prank call about my car being towed and had to check on it. It was in the parking lot this whole time. Please, I am incredibly sorry for leaving, I just panicked.” Colin cleared his throat and pulled his belt up a little higher, a classic Henderson move. 

“That’s quite alright. How about you head home?”

“But Principal Henderson, I still have another hour left here,” he said. 

“Now, Dottrie, I want you to go home and relax, you’ve been through enough.”

“Oh…okay, well thank you sir, that’s… very kind of you.” I could hear her picking up her purse once more and walking away before I cleared my throat just loud enough for Colin to hear me. He looked over at me confused. I put my hand up to my ear like a phone. 

“Have her call Daniels,” I mouthed to him. His head tilted in confusion. 

“Dan….iels,” I mouthed again. 

“What?” He whispered.

“Daniels!” I shouted in annoyance. 

“What was that?” Miss Dottrie asked. Colin snapped his attention back to her and coughed. 

“Oh umm…. I asked if you could call Mr. Daniels and have him come to my office.” Thank fucking god…

“Oh sure, right away sir,” she said. 

“Thank you Miss Dottrie. You may leave after you’re done,” he said, closing the door behind him. I could hear Dottrie making the call from the other side of the door.

“God you’re fucking deaf,” I told him. He walked over to me and put a his hand around my throat. 

“Now Peters, what did I tell you about sass?” He growled, his eyes glaring at me. He leaned in, I could feel his hot breath force itself in my ear. 

“Now, I want you to be a good boy and take that potion and keep your mouth shut until Daniels gets here,” he said. He stuck his tongue in my ear and swirled it in deep, scraping across every crevice. I shivered, the feel of his tongue as it wormed itself around inside of me made me weak in the knees. Colin was never this dominant. Always the bottom, always submissive, always the bitch. But here he was, making me his little toy. I was overcome with a confusing rush of ecstasy and euphoria until he pulled himself away. He clasped a hand behind my neck and winked at me. I didn’t dare say anything further to him, or maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to be his little boy for a change. He sat back at his desk and spread his legs once more, inhaling Principal Henderson’s smell once more and chuckling to himself as I took a swig of the vial I prepped for myself. 

“Now I could get used to this,” he growled. He lifted his arms up, exposing his stomach as it stretched against the white fabric of his button down. He leaned his bearded face to his armpit and inhaled deeply, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. “Ooh, he’s due for a shower,” he said. Putting his arms down, he brought his hands to his stomach and patted it. “And a good meal. How about when we’re done here we go out to eat? It’s on Henderson.” I wasn’t sure if I was to respond to that or not, but before I could even consider it, there was a knock at the door. I hid behind the same bookshelf Colin was at minutes ago as he sat up in his chair and straightened the tie at his neck. 

“Come in!” He boomed out, his voice shaking me. I hid myself further behind the shelf I heard the door open. 

“Principal Henderson? I heard you called for me,” Mr. Daniels said. I could feel my sweat begin to meld with the slime secreting from me from the potion. I was only a few moments from being fully ready for my insertion. 

“Ahh yes, Daniels. Thank you for coming so quickly,” Colin said, getting up from his desk. I could see he was already rocking a major chub from his smelling session. 

“Umm of course,” Daniels said uncomfortably. Idiot, he must have seen the boner he wasn’t even trying to hide. Daniels cleared his throat. “What is it that you needed to see me about?” Colin walked around the desk and approached Daniels.

“Oh I sometimes bring in a few of the teachers to do a little…evaluation. See how they think the school could improve, their department, their work. Your opinion means a lot to me,” he said. I couldn’t see either of them anymore once Colin walked out of my line of sight. 

“Oh well, I appreciate that sir. Actually, I would love to talk to you a bit about the budget we have going for my department.” 

“Of course! Of course we can do that,” Colin said. I could hear the two of them walk away from the book shelf, but close enough I could see them once more. Colin had led him to the opposite side of the room, facing away from me, just as we had planned. I looked down at my body, seeing the secretion was at fully effect. I was ready. I crept from my hiding spot and tip toed closer to the two. Colin had an arm around Daniels’ shoulder and they were looking at a painting on the wall.

“You know Daniels, I think you’re doing a great job here so far. Let’s talk budget,” he said. Daniels cleared his throat once more and shifted in his spot. I could see his ass was bulging from light blue suit he was wearing. Daniels was a relatively young teacher still, so he wore suits throughout the week, presumably to make a good impression for people like Henderson. 

“Well as you probably know sir, we’ve had some cuts recently. I would just like to advocate for my department, we could really use some extra funds for texts and… sir?” He asked. Colin was rubbing Daniels’ shoulder now and squeezing it. 

“Sorry son, I was just getting a feel. I couldn’t wait,” Colin said, laughing to himself. 

“What are you-“ Daniels started before being grabbed by Colin. The two struggled for a moment, before Daniels threw him to the ground. “What are you doing?” He yelled. Colin sneered.

“Distracting you,” he told him, before kicking his leg and making him crash to the ground. Daniels yelled in pain, which was my perfect entry point. He looked over and saw nothing but a thin teen rushing to him and diving head first into his mouth. I slipped through , my shoulder getting stuck for a moment before sliding further in. 

Daniels was much harder to navigate into than Mr. Montgomery was. He was thinner, stronger and more resilient. But that’s what made all of this even better. The cool air of the outside slipped away from my as I slithered further in, my waist catching on his mouth with my hard cock resting on his chin. I could hear muffled chuckling from Colin as he picked Daniels up. 

“Now now Daniels,” I could make him out saying. “How about we get you a nice little seat as you ease into your new life for the next couple of hours?” I felt a rush of force as Daniels was slammed into something, but the force was enough to slip the rest of me in. My last foot slipped past Daniels’ lips and I began to position myself inside of him. Each time I did this it became easier and easier, though we’d have to find new entry points here, the mouth was such a hassle to navigate around. Eventually though, I could feel my legs slip into Daniels’, my ass already felt more full as it locked into place. Before I put my arms in I slid my cock into his. It slipped on like a smooth, slimy sheath and I could feel his cock begin to bulge out as it accommodated mine. I was about to burst and wanted to play with it myself, so I hurried the rest of the process. Slipping into his arms like gloves and finally, rushing my head straight up until I could feel the top of my scalp reach his. I had full control of his body, but the face was taking some time. He had been gripping the arm of some furniture, so I brought Daniels’ hand to face his and rubbed it around like it was some sort to mask. I could feel my eyes line up with the slots of his and eventually I could see the world through them. I let out a huge moan as the relief of a new body finally settled in on me. 

Laying back, I could see that I was sitting on the couch in Henderson’s office. I looked down, taking in Daniels’ fine body, running my hands over his dress shirt and feeling the familiar presence of abs. Pushing his tie to the side, I immediately went for my new bulge and embraced it, grabbing a handful and enjoying the feeling of his cock grow even further. 

“Now Mr. Daniels, you are looking very nice,” Henderson said, arms crossed and smile plastered on his face. I got up from the couch and got my new footing, the suit was even tighter while wearing it. There’s no way that Daniels wore these and had any ounce of humility to him. 

“I feel very nice Principal,” I told him. I turned from him and displayed my new ass, the round cakes pleading for attention. I heard a zipper be undone and looked over my shoulder to see Henderson fish his cock out from his briefs. He was a bull, just like Montgomery was. Maybe we should take over each of them next and and see which one would win in a wrestling match. 

“Now, about that talk about budget,” he said, pointing to the ground. “If you want me to pay money to your little department, you need to pay me first.” We were really doing this, a little role reversal huh? Well, if this is his character, maybe this is mine. I took a few steps towards him and got on my knees. Inches away from my cock, I could smell the musk emanating, wafting up my nose and enthralling me. It smelled like he worked up a sweat walking up and down those halls. The smell permeated and took over my head, I was hypnotized by its aroma. A mix of sweat and hormones perfectly concocted to keep me in place. I looked up at him to see him nod at me. 

Wrapping my lips around Henderson’s cock, I could feel my jaw unhinge as it accommodated the massive shaft he adorned. It took more effort than I’d care to admit, but I was finally able to make it halfway down, the tip of his cock tickling the roof of my mouth. 

“Ooh you’re doing great Daniels,” he cooed, rubbing his belly once more. “Yeah, take it, take it…” he said, putting his other hand behind my head and pushing it down. As soon as my nose hit his belt, I began to gag, the tip of his cock was brushing the back of my throat and cutting off my air. I could feel tears well as I struggled to breathe. As soon as he let go I pulled away, his cock shooting out of my mouth and standing erect, pointing and laughing at me. Gasping for air, I fell to my hands and knees, coughing. 

“Good boy,” he said, leaning down. He took his fingers under my jaw and put his thumb against my chin. I opened my mouth to him, letting his thumb slide in. He pressed it against my tongue softly. 

“Wider,” he commanded, to which I obliged. He pushed his thumb knuckle deep into my mouth and snickered as my eyes met his pitifully. 

“Now, because I’m so nice, I’m going to give you a choice,” he said. “We’re going to flip fuck. But I’m going to let you choose who bottoms first.” Fuck, I could feel myself leaking through my pants, I had never bottomed before and the thought of my first cock in my ass being a monster like that? I was terrified, but so fucking ready. There was no way I was going first though. I stood up and looked Henderson in the eye.

“Show me that ass, sir,” I told him. There was a tension in the air as both of us were fighting for our dominance. The clock in Henderson’s office ticked on as we waited for the other to yield our power to the other. He had given me a choice, but he wasn’t ready to give me his control. A smirk from Henderson broke through the air as he walked over to the couch and bent over it. 

The strain of his ass against the pinstripe suit ached to be let free, the bottom of the pants riding up to reveal the classic black sheer sock wrapped around his calves. I walked over and fished my own cock out. Daniels was more modest than Henderson, but man he was perfectly fine on his own. A nice six inches of cock, ready to be pushed balls deep into his boss. 

Kneeling down, I spanked Henderson on the ass, his deep whimper bringing him back as mine. Sure, you were a big man in the halls Henderson, but here, you were mine to play with again. I reached around him and undid his belt, pulling it through the loops until it hung from my hand. Unbuttoning the clasp around his waist, I slid the pinstripes down, revealing a pair of white briefs which had begun to show sweat stains at the ass. Dropping the belt, I shimmied them down, revealing Henderson’s round ass, adorned with silver hair speckled across it. 

I leaned in and bit his right cheek, nibbling on it and making it jiggle as I shook my hand around it, grabbing a handful. Henderson began to groan more as I squeezed harder. My cock was leaking even more now, I began to stroke and lather it up. Spitting in my hand, I rubbed my finger against his hole, which winced at my touch. 

“Aww, somebody’s shy,” I said, chuckling. 

“Daniels,” Henderson commanded. “I won’t have any subordination.” 

“Sorry sir, just admiring you,” I told him, leaning forward and brining my mouth to his ear. “Are you ready for me?” I asked him softly, my lips brushing against the rim of his ear. 

“You better get to work Daniels,” he told me. “You may be fucking me, but I’m still in charge here.” I chuckled and pulled away, positioning my cock, ready to breach. 

“Whatever you say sir,” I told him, asserting pressure and sliding myself in. Henderson slammed a fist on the back of the couch, groaning. 

“Mmm somebody is a little tight,” I say, pushing myself further in. His wrapped its rim around my shaft, sucking me in. It was tight, but I could tell it loved having me there to fill it up. I could feel Henderson pulling away, but I made sure to grab him by the waist and pull him in, finally pushing my cock fully inside of him. He felt so fucking good, the warm sheath of Henderson’s hole perfectly hugged my cock. I could feel his heartbeat run down my shaft as I pressed against his prostate. He wrapped both hands on the backboard of the couch and threw his head back. 

“FUCK DANIELS!” He yelled, rumbling the room. He looked back at me and growled. “Just for that, you’re overseeing after school detention for the next week!” I grabbed his waist with my other hand and hugged him close. 

“Oh yeah? What will this get me?” I asked him, before pulling away and slamming deep into him once more. My balls were still pressed inside the fabric of my pants, hugged closely to me as I began pumping more and more into Henderson’s hole. 

“Two weeks Daniels! And you’ll be coming here after each one of them and taking my cock!” He yelled. 

“You’ll have to do better than that!” I yelled back, pumping even faster. 

“You better fuck me harder than that if you want to get out of this!” He shouted. He had wrapped his meaty hands around his cock and began to pump, matching my thrusts. I slapped his ass, making him moan and become mine again. After a few extra thrusts he reached back and grabbed my wrist, causing me to stop just as I was about to push as far as I possibly could. 

“Enough,” he told me. I slid back slowly until only my head was left inside. Both of us exhaled as it slipped out, sloppily slapping against my thigh. He got up and slipped off his shoe, holding it in front of me. 

“I told you, we’re flipping,” he said. “Now, inhale” He brought the shoe up to my nose, I could smell the odor permeating, a hot odor wafting from its sole. I was entranced and brought my nose closer until it was fully inserted into Henderson’s loafer. I inhaled deeply, taking in his masculine scent which had worn its way into the leather over the years. He took my hand and replaced his on the shoe, making me hold it up to my face.

Henderson took of his other shoe and threw it to the side, then slipped his pants and briefs off, standing fully erect with only his shirt and blazer on. 

“Keep that on your face and get on the couch,” he commanded. I did as he told, the only air coming through me having to pass through Henderson’s sole. I laid myself on the couch just as he did earlier, my ass presenting itself to him as he walked to the side of the room. I heard the rattle of metal across the floor, but dared not look in his direction. Suddenly, I felt his large hands grasp at my ask and pull at the fabric. The seam in my pants was already barely holding on to my new ass, so it didn’t take much for him to rip a huge gash, revealing my hole. 

“Mmmm, he rumbled before kneeling behind me”. I felt his beard first, brushing against my taint, his warm breath caressing my cheeks as he inhaled softly. His tongue slithered out, tracing around my hole and making me shiver. Fuck…. Daniels and I had never had our ass eaten before. He lapped at my hole, enjoying his meal and taking it every taste. His tongue was so warm, circling the rim of my hole as he pushed the tip in. 

I winced, but didn’t pull away. I made sure to hold myself in place and moaned into Henderson’s shoe, the muffled sound barely escaping from the leather. His tongue went deeper, slithering as far as it could inside before pulling out. He kissed my cheek and stood himself up. 

“Now, you be a good boy and take what sir gives to you,” he said behind me. My heart was beating like crazy! Why did this have to be how I took my first cock? His cock brushed against my hole, I whimpered to myself, trying my best to not show him my fear. 

“Awww, he’s shy,” Henderson cooed. “Don’t worry boy, I’ll start real gentle.” He applied pressure and was met with resistance. But with some coercing, the head of his cock pierced through, sending a searing pain which rattled me.

“FUCK!” I screamed, throwing my head back. 

“Oh poor thing, I know it’s rough,” Henderson replied. “Here, we don’t want any students to hear you as get fucked like a little pig.” The smell of leather hit my nose once more as I saw something drape over my head and find its way into my mouth. Motherfucker got his belt out!

“Now,  bite,” Henderson commanded. I did as he told and bit into the soft leather belt, my teeth exorcising some of the pain. He pulled back with both ends of the belt like a coachmen, tilting my head back some. 

“Good boy…” he said. “Now, let’s pick up where we left off”. I turned my head to see him slowly dribble some saliva down to his shaft before using his free hand to lather it up. He pushed further, the initial shock was over but the feeling of him stretching my hole made me cry in agony. The belt suppressed most of my cries, but nothing could stop the tears beginning to well in my eyes. 

Saliva began to pool in my mouth as I bit harder into the belt, my teeth only offering a small respite from the pain of my expansion. It felt like he was going endlessly, stretching me further and further. I wanted to beg him to stop, to let me breathe for just a moment. But part of me didn’t want to disappoint him, to prove I could do this just as good as he could. It was the feeling of his thigh pressed against my ass that finally told me he had made, accompanied from a deep moan which rumbled out of his chest. 

“Ohhhhhh…. Fuuuuuuuuck yeah boy!” Henderson yelled out. “Oh you’re a natural. You’re such a good boy, taking it like a champ. Are you ready for the real fun?” I bowed my head down, relieved there wasn’t more to take in, but even more scared of what he meant. 

“I said,” he continued, pulling back on the belt and craning my head to look back at him, “are you ready?” 

“Mmmmhmmm” I managed to get out, my teeth bared. He gave me a devilish smirk.

“Good.” He pulled out some and began to pump his bull cock into me. With each stroke the pain subsided more and more as I stretched to accommodate him. As I became more accustomed to him filling me, the more I actually began to enjoy it! He stretched me further as his pace quickened, rubbing against my prostate and pushing it into submission. Fuck! He’s making me his little bitch and I fucking love it! 

“Mmmmm…. Mmmmm…MMMMMMM….” I moaned out, vibrating the belt and sending my calls out to him. 

“Yeah boy, you fucking love being Principal’s little bitch!” He yelled. He pulled harder until my head was full reclined and looking back at him. He was going to fuck town! He pumped faster, faster, like a jackhammer pounding away. I could feel a pressure welling in my cock as it brushed against the inside of my pants. The friction of the fabric and pounding against my prostate was becoming too much to hold back! 

“Mmmcmmming!” I tried to yell. 

“Say it again boy!” He yelled. 

“MmmmCMMMING!” I yelled again, louder, trying to break from the leather. 

“AGAIN!” He yelled, loosening his grip on the belt and draping it down to my neck. 

“I’m cumming!!!” I squealed. In unison, my cock burst, a flood of euphoria drained across Daniels’ body as pump after pump of his cum filled my pants and began to seep through. Henderson yanked back on the belt, choking me, squeezing the last drops of cum from my balls. I felt controlled, dominated, used… and it was the most lustful feeling I had ever experienced. 

“Fuck boy! I’m fucking cumming!” Henderson yelled. He pulled harder on the belt before I felt a rush of warm cum fill my hole. The twitch of his cock echoed through my ass as I felt wave after wave of his load shoot inside. He kept going and going, his deep voice screaming as the room filled with his ecstasy. 

We were both breathing heavily, exhausted and completely worn out from our escapades. The grip on the belt loosened and I fell forward, catching myself just before I smacked my head against the backboard. My arms trembled and I collapsed, my ass hanging high. I could feel a spurt of cum stream down from my ass and merge with my own pool which still collected in my pants. Henderson collapsed too, I felt his heavy body shake the ground as he fell. 

The only sound to come from us was our breathing as it eventually slowed back to normal. I was so fucking sore. My cock had shrunk back and sat in the pool of cum it had created and my hole puckered from exhaustion. 

“Fuck dude,” Henderson finally said. 

“Yeah, fuck,” was all I was able to muster. 

“You think anybody heard us?” He asked. 

“Probably,” I muttered, trying to regain enough strength to sit myself up. 

“Yeah,” he said. I heard him get up, groaning as his older joints resisted after so much work. “You need some help man?” He asked. I nodded, my cheek still pressed against the seat. He wrapped an arm around my back, cupping his hand under my armpit and turning me over so I could sit back on my ass. He slumped next to me, legs spread and cock resting on his thigh. Even flaccid it was terrifying to imagine being inside of me. 

“Does the sore feeling go away when you leave?” I asked him. He chuckled and shook his head. 

“Nah man, you’re just wearing Daniels’ skin, that’s your hole I fucked. You’ll be feeling that into tomorrow.” I groaned. 

“Man fuck you,” I muttered, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. 

“Don’t worry,” he said. He leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. “I’ll give you some bottom aftercare.” 

“You fucking owe it to me,” I told him, opening one eye to look at him. I couldn’t help but let a sly smirk escape. “But you did good back there, sir”. 

“You did better than I expected though,” he said. “So, you going to be a little more verse now?” He asked. I swung my body around and sat on his lap, his cock twitched against my bare ass. 

“Only if you can find some guy big enough to pin me,” I told him, leaning in to kiss him. He beard traced against mine as our tongues met. When I pulled away he was beaming. 

“You’re on,” I said.