Give Yourself Up.

M/M vore, transformation, cuckold and absorption. Formerly Worldofdirtyimagination Back again with a vengeance.

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[eatmecoward]

"Feel that? Feel the dead weight of yer faggot boyfriend in my gut?!" Justin shouted, plowing the young man pinned beneath his weight.

"Fuck, daddy! Oh god, he's really dead in there isn't he...?!"

"Damn right, son! Gonna be you, too, if ya don't quit yapping with that perdy mouth o' yers!"

[tatusiskra]

[cumboyintn]

I finally found the perfect job for me. I've always been good with my hands and I love helping folks. When I found the ad for the opening on Pastor Red's Board for helpers to build the homeless shelter for the neighboring town, I jumped at the chance. I was off from my Monday through Friday job if sticking shelves at Target so I could assist with the guys constructing the triple auditorium structure with connecting kitchen and chapel.

They already had a good portion of the structure built but they needed to complete the facility in time for the autumnal influx into our area of the indigent community. Plus I saw that some of the guys who had volunteered were exactly the kind of men I wouldn't mind hanging around in my days off.

Fortunately, my boyfriend Zach was also on board with the goodwill effort even though he didn't attend services with me as he didn't think the church was a good fit for him. He had stayed away from organized religion ever since his parents forced him to undergo conversion therapy in high school because their church deemed it the appropriate thing to do. I considered this a step in the right direction as at least he got to meet with some of the guys in my church and see that not all Christians were the sanctimonious assholes that he had been lead to believe they were.

When we arrived at the new facility, we were separated according to our strengths. Since I had a history as a carpenter a while back, they placed me with this muscular stud named Hank. He led the Holy Hammer Brigade and we were responsible for assisting with building a while shit load of cabinets for the three dormitory rooms so that guests would have places to store their few valuables while staying with them.

Zach was placed into the sorting storing squad who were responsible for maintaining order with the supplies for the effort. He was teamed up with a guy named Atilla and he looked like a muscular victor home from the battle. I knew Zach would love working under him as Atilla was both attractive as fuck with his broad hairy chest glistening under the lights and projected a fun caring persona that made everyone want to be with him, regardless of their sexual preference.

I guess I should tell you that my church wasn't a regular holy Bible thumping crowd. We are believers who feel that God would have had to have been a poly sexual being in order to understand all of us. Yes there was Mary Magdalene, but he also hung out with a big group of guys as well. Bromance didn't start in the 21st century!! I mean, he was in his late 20s and still living at home with his mother. Hello?

But enough about the inclusivity of our faith and probably my misunderstanding of our tenets, the overall thing is that we don't have the right to judge God's children, he does. He told us to just love them until he gets back home to set things right.

And one of the ways we show our love is by helping others out, like building shelter for folks who are down in their luck. So while I was pounding wood with Hank, Zach was Atilla's army of one in the battle to keep things in line at the ersatz store room.

An hour into things as we were starting to get sweaty and dirty while cutting boards and connecting them to create efficient sturdy shelving, I started hearing more of the chatter amongst the guys. They were talking about how they couldn't wait to taste the special treat was going to be making for lunch. Did you see the tasty new meat they gave him to work with?

Well I got kinda pumped as these guys were obviously talking about my baby Zach. Every guy likes to hear when others confirm that he made a good choice about something, like his mate. They were talking about him describing his nice frame and delectable ass. Well I was not expecting this. Not the kind of talk you'd expect from a church group.

One of the locals mentioned that he loves a tight ass because you know that it's gonna be so sweet to eat. The rest chuckled and added their two cents worth. One guy added that he bet Atilla was probably already working his magic balls on the new guy getting him ready to please a room full!

Another added that Atilla's balls alone are a room full! To which they all laughed again. Well I didn't like the way this conversation was going. I mean who doesn't like a little dirty talk while working but come on guys, this is going a bit far. Then I remembered that not even the guys from my church knew Zach because he didn't attend services, so I decided to cut them slack and not raise any fuss.

Still I was a little concerned from the tenor of the conversation. So at the earliest opportunity I slipped away to hit the can, but really I wanted to check in on Zach.

As I passed the group in the middle auditorium who were nailing up the final wall boards and sealing the room from the outside, I asked where I could find the storage center. They looked at me like I was crazy so I just asked where Atilla was. They smiled and pointed down a hallway towards what would become the kitchen. Then one guy handed me a box of finishing nails that they weren't going to need and asked me to return it for him.

So I marched towards the storeroom with my box of nails more sure if myself now that I had a reason to be there. I opened the door and walked into the big square room where several folding had been set up around some makeshift tables, obviously the room where the guys had been eating.

At first I didn't see anyone then I heard a low groaning from behind some boxes set up against a wall. There i could see the congenial face of the fellow I had admired at the beginning of the day. He was still shirtless and it looked like he might have stripped his work pants as well. Not cool.

As I came into better view I saw that indeed I was right as he was naked. And I could see he was stroking his cock. Where the fuck was Zach?

He looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a goofy grin that I'm sure put so many men at ease. The only thing was the smug bastard didn't even stop stroking his dick, even though he saw me. Then I saw something I couldn't comprehend. His cock was immense. About eight inches long but incredibly thick. It was as big around as a pizza on its side. And underneath it were two garbage bags, I thought. Then I saw that there were pubes growing on them. Holy fuck, were those his nuts?

Now I thought back to when I first saw him this morning and I was certain that I would've noticed something so extremely out of place as those balls. Still he smiled as he continued stroking his immensely oversized equipment. I remembered why I had come in here as I held out the box of nails and that's when I saw the last bit of non reality. Jutting from the end of his stretchy eight inch cock were two feet. What the hell kind of madness was this? Could he actually walk on it as well? There was so much surreal facts being thrown my way that I believed he could. As I started laughing to myself at thought of him racing down the street on this, one of the feet slipped inside his dick head. That's when the reality hit me. Those weren't HIS feet. The tattoo on the ankle of a cute teddy bear told me that I knew whose ankles they were.

I had just then put two and two together and came up with one missing boyfriend. The box dropped from my hands as I watched Atilla reach down and slide the other foot inside his monster dick and as the toes slid past the head and down the shaft, I saw the flexible shaft start to shrink back to its normal huge shape. In the matter of two minutes Atilla was standing there stroking his big fucking dick now just the diameter of a silver dollar.

His huge balls underneath him were moving around like a bag full of jello trying to get out. I saw vague human shapes pressed up against the walls of his scrotum, a hand here, a face there, even a hard dick at one point. When I finally got my mind together, I just asked how?

He smiled and said that he was blessed with the ability to take the least of our brethren and turn them into a bounteous harvest for the rest. On Saturdays Pastor Red assigns the next offering to me and I provide the guys with a full potion if the proceeds. I'm not really any good with construction, but I can provide enough nutrition for the whole team. And in return I get the added benefit of a little bit more added to my equipment.

This unknown fellow was a sure gift today. I made sure he got to sample my heavenly tool first. He was so happy as he tried to deep throat me. When he finally made me shoot my load he greedily swallowed my jizz and gripped my ass like he might fall away. As if!

When he finished drawing my snake it started growing in his mouth and it was all he could do to remove it from his lips. The growing shaft attached itself to his face as he tried to pull away from my engorging shaft and scrotum. As he struggled he just quickened the growth.

In no time his head was sliding into my stretchy piss hole and his sexy face was looking inside of me towards his final resting spot. I had time to cut away his clothes as his body struggled to free itself. But once my equipment catches someone, it doesn't release until it's churned him into a protein drink. Here feel how my balls are churning this guy now. Like a hundred mortar and pestles grinding him into a delicious salty yet sweet beverage.

I felt what could have been mistaken for the kick of an unborn child. The balls had started to reduce in size now as well.

Atilla uncrossed his arms and swiped a finger across the head of his dick and moaned in response to the taste. He told me that the first batch is definitely the best and I knew this one would be incredible. Didn't look like he smoked or drank and I can tell from the clean taste. He was right of course, Zach didn't smoke as he thought it was just gross and the last drink we had was the celebratory toast at new years.

He took another swipe and swished around in his mouth and groaned as he swallowed. He looked at me and grinned again as he declared that he could taste the sweet undertones of my favorite summer fruit, watermelon.

Son of a bitch! How did this mother fucker figure that out? We split a small melon last night as a treat. I remember watching the juices run down his mouth and neck. Now he had become the juices for somebody else.

Reality hit me as I realized just how messed up this whole affair had become. As I was becoming a bit more angry at how someone so casually talked about devouring my partner, three guys came in the room. It was Hank and two guys from the Hammer Brigade looking for me.

When they saw me in front of Atilla with his immense but shrinking nutsack, they simply asked him if everything was all right?

Atilla just sighed and said that the new fellow was just learning of our secret ritual here and actually helped me churn the latest choice of P. Red. Guess what guys, watermelon!!

The three broke into smiles and tried to swipe Atilla's cock head, but he just smacked their hands and told them they had to wait for lunch. Then with a grin he added that he hoped that they were hungry as it feels like my boys are mass producing today. Might gave enough for leftovers for during the week!

Then Hank raised his hand and reminded everyone that this was communion week and Pastor will want to make sure that everyone gets a taste. Then he finishes off the chalice like the good lord would want. Best get all you want today.

They then escorted me back to the work room where a set of shelves were waiting for me to put them together. The guys were talking all about the last time Atilla churned watermelon flavored spunk and the room had a light mood for the rest of the day.

At the end I was given a paper bag with Zach's clothes and a mason jar of freshly turned spunk for appreciation of the sacrifice I gave.

[conchoronzon]

Road Trip with Dad (AV)

So as promised here in my pinned post, I owe you all a vore story, and I finally took the time to write one out. It's a proper short, ~5400 words. There are dad x son elements, but the vore itself is between the dad and a hookup from Grindr while the son... participates in his own way.

If you like and feel like supporting me, buying some of my erotica, whether it's Connor's TF stories or Luca's incest stories, would be cool af. No pressure though. Okay, here it goes:

1

The first summer I hopped in my dad’s truck after a year of college passed, I spent the hours working up the courage to finally blurt out, “I’m gay.” 

That buff, gruff contractor glanced over at me. He wore one of those smirks he pulled out any time he was about to drop one of the worst dad jokes ever concocted. But all he said was, “Guess the rumors are true.” Before my heart could sink or my mind could race over the possibilities, he said, “Apples really don’t fall far from the tree.” His beer gut rumbled. He scratched his chin. “You hungry?”

On his next birthday, he came out to everyone.

The third summer, the one after my junior year, he sits in his truck in a rainbow flag tank top. He’s no more flamboyant than he’d been before, but he’s taken to wearing pride stuff. “How else are the twinks going to know to hit on me?” he’d say to anyone who questioned his fashion.

“You expecting to run into a bunch of twinks today?” I ask as I buckle up.

“Figured you’d be friends with some,” Dad says. “I liked that Trevor. He looked pretty delicious. You hitting that?”

“We’re both bottoms,” I say.

Dad tuts. “That’s a shame.”

“He’s all yours if you want him.”

“Mm.” He grabs his bulge and shifts it around. 

I look out the window as quickly as I can. Watching my old man get hard over one of my friends is not on my bucket list. “If we weren’t going on a trip, maybe I’d set you two up.” My nose scrunches. Those words taste gross.

Buildings whiz by in silence. Guess Dad felt as awkward as I did. Even after he came out, we didn’t talk much about it. He once asked me for help setting up his Grindr profile, and every now and then he would text with questions about gay culture, but that was it. It was weird, not that I wanted to talk to him about that shit. There’ll be plenty of time for it, though. We’re going on a road trip from Stonewall all the way down to Hamburger Mary’s and then back to my apartment. He wanted to make up for all the Pride Months he’s missed out on.

A few minutes pass, and Dad turns down the old man rock music. He clears his throat. “You ever swallow a guy?”

I frown and don’t look up from the word game on my phone. “Yeah, Dad, I’ve got a belly full of cum right now. I swallow all the time.”

He laughs. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I wasn’t being serious.”

“I know, Tanner.” Leather creaks as his grip tightens on the wheel. He shifts around in his seat. “I was asking if…” He buzzes his lips. “Fuck it. You ever digest anyone?”

He isn’t grinning. Shit. I have to give him credit. Normally when he’s joking, he can’t keep his face straight. “Don’t think I’ve ever even met a pred.” That probably isn’t true. 0.5% of the population are preds. I’d probably ran into one on the street before. I’d watched a vorno or two with friends.

“You never get hungry or anything?”

My brows rise. “For a whole person? No. Think I’d just hurt my jaw.”

“You don’t have to use your mouth.”

“What?”

“Some of those… types, uh, I don’t think they like the word preds. But some of those guys, they can use anything: mouth, ass, cock, even. Pits. Chest. Sure others can use more than that. You’ve never…? With any of them?”

“Could tell you about the time I almost got fisted, but that’s not really a father-son convo, is it?”

He laughs again. “It could be. But I get it.” He sniffed. “I was just… wondering, you know, how close the apple fell to the tree.”

Dad doesn’t look at me.

“That’s not very funny.”

“Nah. Not most of the time. I mean, I get a good chuckle when I fart out a last breath.” He chuckles. “Sorry. That’s dark.”

I squirm in the seat. “People just… let you do that?”

“Some.” He scratches his chest. “Tend not to think it through, but some want it. Some deserve it.” He clears his throat. Some sweat coats his forehead. “You’re the first person I’ve told in a long time. Well, that didn’t wind up inside me.”

“Right. Well. No worries there.” I try out a laugh. It doesn’t sound right. His stomach doesn’t look large enough to hold a whole person in there, but in those vornos, preds seemed to be a pretty stretchy sort. “Um. Thanks for telling me. Glad you, uh, could.” The truck feels smaller than normal. It’s old. The AC isn’t as strong as it should be. My shirt sticks to my chest. “Well, you’re still my dad. No change there.”

“Good.”

I can’t stop the words before they fall out. “What happens to the guys you eat?”

Dad lets out a long breath. “I always let ‘em out, Tanner. It’s just, you know, sometimes I let ‘em out as a pile of shit.”

“Ew.”

He laughs. “Yeah. It’s not pretty.”

A few more buildings pass, and then we’re on the highway. There’s not much traffic. We left at a weird time to avoid it all.

“What about the others?” I ask.

“What?”

“You said sometimes.” I turn the air up. The truck smells like sweat. My mouth is dry, and my head’s a bit light. Prickly. “So you, like, don’t digest all of them. How do you know which one is which?”

“We barely talk about sex but you want to know all about me churning guys, huh?” Dad taps the steering wheel. “Some guys, there’s not much choice. They just don’t last long. Nuts or gut claim ‘em too quick to let ‘em out. Others… I mean, anyone digests if you keep them tucked away long enough, but until then, you can always let ‘em out. And I don’t really have a checklist or anything. It’s more a feeling. Some guys are guys. Some guys are food. Food gets churned.”

“What’s it like?”

“Hot as fuck.” He laughs. “For me.” He slaps his gut. “Gets pretty heated in there, so I guess it’s hot for him too. They almost always jerk off.” Dad glances over at me. “That’s what you really wanted to know, right?”

“I don’t want to know if you get off to snuffing people, Dad.”

“Nah. You wanted to know if you’d get horny in here.” He winks, looks back at the road. His voice drops. “I could do it to you.”

My stomach clenches. I scoot away from him, not that there’s much room to do that in the truck. But fuck. My stupid fucking cock stirs in my shorts. “Do what? Shove me up your ass and get me to jerk off in you or… Or, you know, churn me.”

Dad hums. Then, “Or.”

“We shouldn’t be talking about this,” I mumble.

“Scared you’ll ask to try it out?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You’re my son. I love you, Tanner. I don’t want to dump you into the sewers.” He reaches over and grabs my shoulder. “Trust me. Even if you’re begging for it, I won’t eat you.”

“I won’t beg.”

He laughs and lets go of me.

2

“You want to grab a slice somewhere? Think I saw a 99 cent pizza nearby,” Dad says after stepping out of the shower in our hotel room. A towel hangs around his waist. Steam clings to his hairy muscle gut; it dances over his fat nipples. The novelty ball cap he stuck on when we entered NYC, the one reading ‘Daddy’, is unfortunately accurate in a couple of ways.

I hit the mute for the TV. The episode of Family Guy quiets. “Sure. You going with or want me to grab one for you?”

He shakes his head. “I already ordered dinner.”

Rude. “I don’t get any?”

Dad holds up his phone. “You can’t. I got it off Grindr.”

My eyes drift down to his lips. He’s grinning. His canines are sharp. They always have been. Why is that? It’s not like preds chew their food. “So I should… wander around the city for a couple hours.” My throat is dry. Clearing it doesn’t help. “Really should have gotten two rooms.” The king-size bed seems to shrink as I grab my wallet off the dresser.

You don’t digest a full person in just a few hours, do you? The guy will still be gurgling away when we’re in bed. When…

I can just sleep on the couch. Duh.

“Well, have fun.”

“Hold on.” Dad grabs me. He stretches an arm out in front of us, grins at the camera, and snaps a pic. “Really captures your anxious chipmunk vibe.”

“I’m not a chipmunk.”

“Nope. You’re a daddy’s boy, and now the Grindr folks know it.” He slaps my back. “You’re too wound up. Figure telling the grid that I want to watch my boy get pumped might get your ass more filled than mine is going to be.”

“You don’t want to watch that.”

Dad shrugs as he walks over to the bed. “You’ve got no idea what I want. Now that I’m thinking about it, this red-headed twink is going to be a while. Go ahead and grab me a slice too while you’re out.”

3

I’m in the middle of shuffling through my clothes to figure out what exactly it it I want to wear out to the bars when there’s a knock on the hotel door.

“You mind getting that?” Dad asks. He’s not doing anything, just lounging on the bed in his tighty whities, but I am technically closer to the door, so it’s whatever.

A towering, ginger twink stands on the other side. He’s got a smattering of freckles that concentrate around his nose like some cartoon blush effect. The grin on his face exposes brighter teeth than I’ve ever seen, even on TV. They’re fucking blinding. “You look like a deer in headlights,” he says, staring down at me. “That’s cute.”

I clear my throat and step back. “Um, come in. I’m Tanner.”

“I’m George.”

“Phillip,” Dad calls out, though he doesn’t get up from the bed. “My boy’s real cute, isn’t he?”

“Yes, sir,” George says as he walks in. He isn’t carrying anything with him. Must have his wallet and stuff in his pants. Would he even bring anything, though? Does he know he’s my dad’s dinner? If he came here to get churned, there’s no reason to bring anything with him. Maybe he doesn’t know. Fuck. That’s grim.

I close the door, and in doing so, I probably seal the guy’s fate.

“Handsome couple,” George says as he pulls off his shirt.

Dad winks at my look of confusion. “I’ve got good taste,” he says.

“You two ever do this before?” George reaches out. He almost touches my face, but doesn’t. His finger hovers over my nose. “You’re really nervous, aren’t you, Tanner?”

I nod.

How could I not be? I’ve never seen a pred get to work before.

“That’s cute,” George says. He takes a step closer. His cologne is nice. There’s a hint of vanilla in it. That’s the best scent. If I were a pred, would that smell make my stomach growl? Would I grab him and shove his face down my throat?

It doesn’t growl, though.

“Maybe you’ll feel more comfortable if I just watch at first,” George suggests. “Let your daddy ease you into it. That sound good?”

My jaw trembles.

No. That doesn’t sound good. Dad should just get this over with. Otherwise…

The bed creaks. Dad climbs out of it. His massive feet plod against the floor as he saunters over to us. He’s about the same height as George but his mass was enough for nearly three of the twink. “Smart idea,” he says. He grabs my chin. “Let daddy take care of you, Tanner.”

Our lips press together.

Oh fuck.

I’m kissing my old man.

And it isn’t a little peck, either. His thick tongue forces its way between my lips. His calloused hand wanders down my back until it grips my ass. Dad’s strong fingers knead my ass as his tongue explores my mouth. He tastes like pizza. I probably taste the same.

His stomach growls.

A shiver runs up my spine, and it shoots a moan out of my mouth.

Dad chuckles and pulls back. “Enjoying the show?” he asks George.

“Yeah.” The twink has tossed off the rest of his clothes. He stands there naked, hand slowly working the shaft that’s as long and skinny as the rest of him. The hair around his cock is a darker red than what’s on his head.

“Be a good boy,” Dad says. He lets go of my ass, grabs my shoulder, and pushes me down to my knees. “Help our new friend out with that while daddy gets a taste of his hot mouth.”

It’s weird to be kneeling in front of my old man while he’s tenting out his underwear. There’s a wet spot near the head of his cock. He and the twink are practically the same height. It’d be easy to kiss one dick and move right to the other.

My brows dance.

That was a fucked up thought. He’s my dad.

Warmth spills off his bulge though. A woodsy scent wafts from him, too. It mixes with George’s vanilla and dances around in my nostrils. Each breath makes my thundering heart calm down a little.

They kiss above me, shoulders pressed together. Dad has a possessive grip on George’s neck. George’s cock twitches every couple of seconds. The head is shiny with precum.

Better to suck him off than to keep thinking about the rest of it.

It’s a nice cock. It feels better against my tongue than it looks, honestly. George’s precum is sweet but not overly so. It doesn’t overwhelm the natural taste of a dick. It’s a shame it isn’t a little thicker. It’s at the exact girth that’s hard for me to get down my throat. A little more in either direction, and I wouldn’t wind up gagging on it almost immediately. Don’t ask. I don’t know why I’m built like that.

After a few tries, I stop attempting to deepthroat him. It just isn’t going to happen. I keep to the first couple of inches.

Dad moves a bit, and suddenly his bulge is pressed up against the side of my face as I suck George off. My cheek rubs against his shaft. The scent is a little stronger. The more I breathe it in, the more my thoughts stop racing. Or maybe it’s the cock sucking that’s doing it for me. Everyone is treating this as normal. If I freaked out, I’d be the weird one. Just go with it, Tanner. That’s what I keep telling myself until I no longer do.

At some point, Dad and George stop kissing. Dad steps back. He shoves down his underwear and climbs back onto the bed. His massive cock drapes over his right thigh. Is that natural, or did it only get that big from gulping down other men? Mine doesn’t look like that. Maybe my dick genes came from the other side of the family.

“He’s cock drunk,” George says. He bends over, shoves his hands under my pits, and pulls me up to my feet. His tongue traces the side of my neck. “You’re wearing too much.”

“Strip him,” Dad orders.

“Yes, sir,” George says.

Before I can think to do anything, George is pulling my shirt off. His fingers are soft. He rubs one over one of my nipples as he shoves my shorts and underwear down in one motion. He grabs my dick. I’m hard. When did that happen? “Shame you’re a bottom,” he whispers as he strokes me. “You’ve got a nice dick, Tanner.”

“Thank you,” I mutter.

Dad clears his throat. We look over at him. He’s got his hands tucked behind his head. “I need a good boy in each of my hairy fucking pits right now,” he says. His cock jumps. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

“Mm. Lucky you, having a daddy like that whenever you want,” George whispers. He lets go of me and climbs onto the bed. His small ass sways a bit as he crawls over to Dad’s left side. He nuzzles into Dad’s underarm.

“You just gonna stand there?” Dad asks.

“Dad, I—”

“Come here.”

Precum bubbles out my dick. My balls clench. Gooseflesh raises on my arms. I shouldn’t. But I nod. And I climb onto the bed.

“That’s a good boy,” Dad says as I get closer and closer. He licks his lips. “Get a real good taste of your old man, okay? Might just wake you up.”

Oh. He wants me to be a pred.

It must be lonely, being one of those. There aren’t many in the world, and most people talk about them like they’re these cruel monsters. Dad was in the closet for so long, and he’s a pred on top of that.

What a lonely life he must’ve had.

I don’t want to be what he is. I don’t want to snuff guys out in my gut. But… I don’t want my old man to feel alone anymore either. Maybe he’s right. Maybe if I take a dose of his pheromones or sweat or whatever he thinks is in his pits that’ll do the trick, I’ll be the one with a gut stretched out over George. And he’ll coach me through it all. And we’ll have each other.

I press my nose into the furry expanse of my dad’s underarm.

It’s the same scent as his bulge, but more concentrated. Static bounces around in my lungs. My brows and lips dance as I smell him. My toes curl. I moan, and my tongue stretches out. I lap at his skin. I don’t know why. But it’s right. It’s what he wants. What I want. I need it.

He tastes so fucking good. Smells good. A fuzziness fills my head.

Did I take a gummy earlier? I haven’t been drinking.

Fuck, he smells good.

Dad growls. “Good fucking boys,” he says. “Worshiping your god. Such good sons.”

I nuzzle against Dad’s side. My hard cock rubs against him. I could cum like this, tongue buried in his pit, humping him. His chest hair is soft against my palm. Why am I rubbing his chest? Dad’s cock is further down. If I reach for his dick, will it take hold of my hand? Will I go back down the dick that made me and get melted down into a load? From cum we’re born, to cum we shall return.

But when my fingers start their journey down, Dad says, “That’s enough. Sit up.”

George and I both obey. It doesn’t take any thought. It’s nice. It’s nice to obey.

My head is swimming.

Dad’s stomach growls. My hole pulses.

“I need a nice big meal for dinner,” Dad says. He grabs his gut and shakes it. “Which lucky boy is going to melt away in daddy’s belly tonight?”

“Me,” George and I say at the same time.

Dad chuckles. “Yeah? You both wanna feed me? Was wondering if my pred stink would work on you, Tanner. Guess coming out of my dick doesn’t protect you from the food chain.” Dad hummed. “I don’t know. I might only have room for one prey boy in there. How to choose…”

“I’m your son,” I say. I don’t know why I want it so bad, but I do. I need to be inside him. No, it’s not that. I need to be… melting inside him. I need to return to Dad’s body. It’s what I was born for. Screw college, careers, everything. None of it could ever be as important as giving Dad the nutrients from my body, my youth, my everything.

He lifts his legs up. A large hand tugs on my arm. “Straddle my chest,” he orders, and I oblige. He keeps pulling his legs back. I grab them on instinct, but he places a hand on my back and pushes me down until my nose hovers over his cock. “You’re a bottom, so you need to make sure my cock is nice and wet before I fuck you. George, you want at this daddy cunt? You get down there and eat me out. From here on, it’s a competition boys. Prove you want to be the one to please me.”

My chest flutters.

It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong. But I press my lips against my father’s balls. His musk leaks into my lungs, and the buzz in my veins gets stronger. My dick is crying out. It’s telling me that it won’t be satisfied unless I’m jerking off from within my old man.

If that means I have to throat the cock that made me, then so be it.

Dad crosses his legs around my chest as I lower my mouth on his shaft. He’s thicker than George. My jaw burns. My eyes water. But he’s somehow easier to take. It’s like each breath of his musk is a hit of poppers. My throat relaxes. Saliva spills out the corners of my mouth. And I swallow.

George buries his tongue between the spread, hairy cheeks. He massages them as his tongue darts in and around Dad’s hole. I watch him work with his eyes closed. The more he attacks Dad’s ass, the more a fire rages in my belly. I swirl my tongue around as best I can. I try to hum against Dad’s dick. I grind my cock against Dad’s chest like the sight might make him hornier and hungrier for me than George. I’ve got that advantage.

But it’s like George doesn’t even care that I’m there. He isn’t watching me. He doesn’t mind how my saliva leaks down over Dad’s ass and slips into his mouth. George isn’t trying to outdo me. He’s just trying to pleasure that hairy fucking hole.

And maybe that’s why he wins.

Dad’s legs tighten around me. He grunts. And with Dad’s cock halfway down my throat, I watch as George’s face sinks into Dad’s ass.

The twink makes a noise of semi-surprise. For a second, he pushes against Dad’s cheeks like he’s trying to pull himself back out. Either he gives up or it doesn’t work. The moment he relaxes, the rest of his head is hoovered up. 

Dad’s cock pulses in my mouth. He moans. “Fuuuuck, baby,” he moans. “That’s a good fucking slut.”

A thick, hard bulge moves underneath me as George slowly inches his way inside my father’s hole. Once the shoulders slip past the muscular ring, the rest is pretty easy. George is moaning and whimpering.

“Don’t stop sucking, son,” Dad orders.

I don’t want to stop watching. I don’t want to suck him anymore. I want to tear myself off his cock, throw his legs off me, and yank George out of there. It isn’t fair. It should be me disappearing up Dad’s ass. I should be the one whose every movement makes Dad’s guts squelch and gurgle. I should be the bulge traveling up his intestines. I should be the one making him moan.

“Suck my fucking cock,” he says.

And I do as I’m told. I bob my head up and down my dad’s shaft as the twink travels up into that ravenous ass. His arms get pinned to his side. He doesn’t try to grasp at the sheets or anything. George humps the mattress as he’s turned into a meal. His moans are muffled by Dad’s body, but I can still hear them.

“It’s so warm in here,” he groans.

“It’ll get even warmer,” Dad says.

“I’m gonna cum!” George cries 

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” Dad says, but it’s not like George has much say in the matter. 

As George’s waist disappears, he cries out. He squirms more as he unleashes his load. At least, I assume that’s what he’s doing. It’s not like I can see his dick. It’s enveloped by Dad’s ass.

“Dad’s gonna cum soon, Tanner. Swallow every drop like a good boy, okay?”

That’s when George’s legs start moving more. The bulge underneath me moves around more. When George speaks, he doesn’t sound as horny. “That was hot, but can you let me out now?”

“Mm. See, Tanner, here’s the thing about being a pred: A dose of brain melting musk tends to wear off when the other person cums.” Dad’s stomach growls. 

With a heavy schlurp, more of George’s legs vanish. When they do, George bucks around some more. “Wrong way!” He tries to laugh it off.

“I’ll let you out,” Dad says. “Once I’m done churning you down into shit.”

“What? No!” George cries out. The bulge starts moving more. 

Dad’s gut gets louder, and he gets even harder in my mouth. He pushes me further down on his cock with his legs. He bucks up into my mouth as George starts cursing and begging.

What’s his problem? He’s getting what he wants.

What I want.

I wouldn’t be such a bitch about it if I was the one about to get digested.

“Fuck yeah,” Dad moans. “I fucking love it when they freak out. The calm ones, those are the ones I have to let out because it gets boring. But the panicked ones. Fuck! They feel so good. God, Tanner. Here it comes. Here it fucking cums!”

Dad’s cock swells. A heavy shot slams into the back of my throat. I swallow on instinct, and I keep swallowing as rope after rope flies out. As Dad orgasms, his stomach clenches. His hole yanks George’s legs further inside. By the time Dad’s cock settles down, only George’s feet remain to be swallowed.

Somehow, I manage not to blast my own load all over Dad’s chest.

The legs wrapped around me ease up, and I pull off the dick that made me. “Are you really gonna do it?” I ask. “Churn him up?”

“He’s my dinner,” Dad says. “Would you vomit out that pizza you ate earlier just because it didn’t want to turn into shit? Fuck no. Why should George be any different?”

I roll off Dad. I crawl down the mattress, my head still swimming, my cock begging for release. I shift around until I’m face-to-face with Dad’s asshole, stretched out around George’s ankles. George’s toes clench.

“You want me to let him out?” Dad asks.

I should. I know that. I should grab his feet and pull George to freedom. “You’re not full, are you?” I ask.

Dad laughs. “Fuck, you’re such a fucking prey slut, Tanner. Desperate to become your old man’s dump, aren’t you?”

A whimper spilled out of my lips. “Yes, sir.”

Oh! If I grab George’s feet, then Dad won’t have a choice. When he gives that final swallow, my arms will go in. As long as I don’t let go of George, he’ll have to take us both or let us both go. And he already said George is food. George is getting digested. So if I can just…

As soon as I reach up for the twink’s twitching feet, Dad grunts. My fingers tap against the clenched hole. 

He whistles. “Too slow.”

“That’s not fair,” I whine. I dive forward. My tongue laps at the hairy skin. The scent of Dad’s musk rolls through me once more. I shiver and grind against the mattress as I lap at his ass. That’s what George was doing when it opened up and took him. Surely, if I eat him out, he’ll open up. I’ll slip inside. I’ll get to be part of dinner.

I earned this. I was good. I swallowed his load. He has to swallow me. I need it.

Dad laughs. His legs lower until my tongue is just lapping at his taint, his low hanging balls spilling over my nose. “Too bad for you, Tanner. It’s not going to open up for you.”

I pull back. “Why not?”

“I told you on the drive: even if you beg for it, I’m not eating you. You’re my son.”

“That didn’t stop you from cumming in my mouth!”

Dad nods. He hums. “Hm. That’s a good point.” He pats his thrashing gut. “Listen.”

I pull myself up until my face rests against his stomach. George is crying in there. It’s gurgling. It’s hard to make out any words.

“Is that what you want?” Dad asks. “You want my gut to work you over? Bathe you in stomach acids until you break apart and get turned into gay boy soup? Nothing but nutrients for your old man. And then I’ll slurry you through my guts. You’ll get dried out and packed up into tight clumps. And I’ll shit you out in the morning. Is that what you want? You want to be my shit, son?”

I cry out. My cock spits out cum all over the mattress.

My eyes roll into the back of my head. I catch myself before I fall over. 

Dad’s grinning at me. “You back to your senses?”

Cumming should chase away the pheromones. That’s what he said.

But…

I rub his gut. “Thanks for sharing this with me.”

“Of course, Tanner. Thanks for accepting it. And hey.”

I look up at him. There’s a dark, hungry look in his eyes. Dad grins with all his teeth. His stomach growls, and he clenches his gut until there’s a horrible, sickening crunch. “I promise that’s in your future, Tanner.”

Right then and there, I should have gathered my things and ran. But maybe the musk was still in my system, because I went right back down and started suckling on my dad’s dick, fingers prodding at his hole like he might eat me then and there.

4

I stir as the world bounces. I blink awake. My head is against Dad’s shoulder as he carries me into the bathroom in our hotel room, all those years of manual labor letting him casually carry a sleeping man around as if I weigh nothing at all. We’re both naked. 

“Morning, sport,” he says. He turns around over the toilet and sits down. He hugs me tight against him. “Figured you should get the full picture.”

“I had a weird dream.”

“No, you didn’t. Last night I tanked a twink from Grindr and you were upset he was the one I digested instead of you. You begged me until I promised to eat you.”

I shudder. But I’m too tired to flail. Hell, I’m not strong enough to escape him anyway. Plus… he smells nice. I breathe him in. It calms me. “I’m not… breakfast, am I?”

“No. I just want you to know the whole process. You’ll have time to get used to it. Every room on the trip has a pred toilet for me, made sure of that.” A fart rumbles out of his ass. Dad laughs. “Smell that? That’ll be you in a few weeks.”

My nose wrinkles. I press my face harder against his chest like that’ll block out the rest of it. Water splashes. That must be… He’s finally letting George out.

“Are you going to reform him?” I ask. “I heard… some preds can do that.”

“I could. I do sometimes. But this is a vacation. Why the fuck would I go through all that trouble?”

More splashes. Another fart.

My fingers dig into Dad’s shoulders. “And when… if… you do that… to me? You’ll reform me, right?”

Dad hums. “Of course, buddy. If I eat you while we’re on the road, of course I’ll bring you back. Don’t want to go without my son on our father-son outing.” He lifts my hips and pushes his cock between my cheeks. He lines it up with my hole and shoves me down. I gasp, head shooting off his chest, nose immediately assaulted by the scents of disposal.

Once I quiet down some, he grabs me by the neck. He holds me there as he lets out more of George. A squirt of something – piss, maybe – fills my ass. When the latest release ceases, he grins and says, “But Tanner, I think we both knew the moment you told me you aren’t a pred was the moment you dropped out of college. At the end of this road trip, it’ll be you I’m flushing, baby boy. And I’m going to love every fucking moment of it.”

[misctf]

Being Supportive

Joe had known Tyler since they were kids, the two forming a close friendship with one another. Having grown up in the same small town, the two would often talk about their futures. Joe would had plans to join the military when he turned 20, while Tyler planned to pursue a political science degree. When Tyler did leave for college, Joe remained behind working in the family store and getting in shape for the military. The two talked less and less, but Joe heard a rumor while working in the store. Apparently, Tyler had come out to his parents. Joe was shocked to say the least, but when Tyler reached out asking to hangout, Joe wanted to be there for his friend. But as the two sat playing videogames in the back room of the store, Joe couldn’t help but feel awkward.

“So...” Joe said clearing his throat, watching the screen intently, “Uhhh...”

“So what’ve you heard?” Tyler asked, his eyes focused on the screen. It was a small town, and Tyler knew that nothing stays secret in a small town, “I’ll bail you out buddy, yeah I’m gay.”

Joe flinched, “Uh yeah I heard.” He replied awkwardly, “So everything okay? I know your parents aren’t exactly...”

Tyler replied, his voice lower, “It’s fine, I appreciate you still wanting to hang out, man. I needed this.”

Joe chuckled, “Yeah no worries bro! I just wanna be supportive. Besides, what do I care if you like dick in your face?” He asked with a grin, nudging his friend.

“I’m sure you’ll get plenty used to that army boy.” Tyler smirked. The two continued to play their videogame in silence before Tyler took a deep breath, “Ya know, I’m sure my parents would’ve been happier if I joined the army.” He chuckled, “But, I’m not exactly the type.”

Joe shrugged, planning to respond when the lights flickered and he felt a strange sensation shoot through his body, causing him to throw his controller to the ground. He heard a similar sound, as Tyler had done the same, the two looking at one another in confusion.

“What the hell was that?” Joe laughed awkwardly, “Felt like a shock.” It was raining pretty bad outside, so he figured lightning could’ve hit the house. Tyler just nodded, and Joe got up and looked out the window, taking in the violent storm outside. When he turned back to Tyler, his eyes widened, “Bro what the hell? Where’d your clothes go?” Joe asked turning away.

Tyler’s eyes widened, “Me? What about you?”

Joe looked down and found that he was also fully nude, quickly moving his hands to cover himself. Tyler blushed and went to cover himself, only to find he had a raging erection.

“What the fuck dude?” Joe yelled.

“Dude I don’t know what’s happ...” Tyler let out a moan as the feeling in his cock intensified, pleasure reverberating through his body. He stood, his eyes half open as his dick throbbed.

Joe knew something was wrong, and quickly scanned the ground for his clothes, finding nothing. But when he looked back over at his friend, another strange sensation shot through his toned body. Against his will, Joe slowly fell to his knees, his mouth forcing itself open.

“Dude, I need help.” Joe tried to force out, but Tyler barely registered him, still moaning. Joe’s eyes widened as Tyler suddenly walked forward, his erect dick approaching Joe’s face, “Wait dude, what are you...!” Joe felt Tyler’s dick enter his mouth, the feeling completely foreign to the young man.

Tyler meanwhile only moaned as he felt his friend’s mouth wrap around his dick. He knew this was wrong, that something was compelling him to do this. But he couldn’t help it. And when Joe started sucking on his dick, Tyler could only let out another moan. Since when did his friend get so good at this? And why did it feel like his dick was growing? Joe meanwhile felt tears fall from his eyes as his friend’s dick went further down his throat. And to his horror, he could swear that it was starting to grow, taking up more space in his throat. Against his will, Joe could feel his arms wrap around his friends waist, his hands clasping together, as he massaged his friends ass.

“Fuck dude...” Tyler moaned, his voice sounding somewhat deeper, more masculine. He threw his head back and Joe looked up, noticing Tyler’s hair begin to reshape itself into a standard military buzz cut.

Joe tried to say something, but with his friend’s dick deep in his throat, no words could come out. Both to the young man’s horror and relief, the discomfort of sucking on his friend’s member seemed to vanish and it became much easier to handle, as if his mouth was growing accustomed to it. Equally concerning to him, as he looked around, he noticed the muscles he’d been developing in his arms had seemingly disappeared. And maybe it was a trick of the light, but his arms seemed to be slightly discolored, having taken on an almost light green hue.

“What the fuck!?” He thought, tears falling from his eyes, “Please Tyler!” He felt a new sensation well up in his abdomen and chest. He looked down and to his horror, watched as his defined pecs and abs flattened and disappeared, the rest of his body taking on the greenish hue of his arms. He winced as his torso and legs shrunk and he felt his newly flat abdomen and legs curl upwards, following along his friend’s taint and connecting with his clasped hands.

“What’s happening to me!?” He thought, panic rising. He could no longer register his limbs as being separate, it all just felt like one piece of him. And what seemed to be worse was the sensation of Tyler’s ass filling his new body.

Meanwhile Tyler became aware of something soft covering his ass cheeks. And with a grunt, he felt his ass firm up and swell with muscle. Joe grunted as his new body was strained against his friend’s enlarging muscular ass. But Tyler’s ass wasn’t the only area that was experiencing this newfound growth. He felt a burning sensation in his legs as his calves packed on and toned with muscle, followed by his legs. He fell back onto the couch, taking Joe with him, and began to hump his cock deeper into his friend’s throat, which was starting to feel even softer to him, almost like cotton. Joe was forced to move with Tyler, watching as his friend seemingly packed on insane amounts of muscle in mere moments. Abs popped up along his abdomen, while his pecs grew out and firmed up. The newly muscular man happily squeezed his meaty pecs and ran a hand down his new abs, relishing in his new musculature.

“Fuck dude this feels so good.” Tyler moaned in a voice that sounded nothing like him. Deep, masculine, and dumb is how Joe could describe it. Tyler put his arms behind his head and took a deep breath as his pits filled with dense hair, which filled the room with his manly musk.

“Please stop dude!” Joe thought, “I can’t...” Joe could feel his face begin to rearrange and flatten, watching as his hair fell from his head. Joe felt panicked as his eyesight became worse, until he couldn’t see a thing. As his vision faltered, he felt as though the dick in his mouth was now pressed up against his entire face. And that’s when Joe became aware of it: he no longer had a throat, or a human body for that matter. Whatever his face had become was now pressed up against his friend’s tented cock. And while his vision was impaired, he could still process all the smells, sensations, and warmth radiating throughout his new body. He mentally moaned as he felt Tyler’s hand grab his fat cock through his new fabric body and begin to pump.

“Fuck...” Tyler breathed as his biceps and triceps exploded, while his shoulders and back expanded with muscle. He continued to jerk himself through his former friend, the pleasure coursing through both of them.

“Tyler... no...” Joe mentally begged, becoming fully aware of what he had become, “I can’t...” It was the strangest feeling for him. A new set of thoughts began to invade his mind- he was to provide support for his friend, absorb his sweat, cum, and protein farts. He was going to enjoy having his friend’s dick in his face... just as good underwear should do, “Not... underwear...” Joe did his best to resist, trying to remember he had a greater purpose in life. That he wanted to join the army. That he was human. But as Tyler continued to jerk himself off through his former friend, Joe became more and more accepting of his new role. So what if he always had a dick in his face? All he wanted to do was be supportive, right? Now he could be.

Tyler for that matter was going through his own mental rewrite. He never went to college- in fact he had no interest in college. Political science? No way. He didn’t have the brains for that. No, he was a soldier, having joined the army after high school. And so what if he was gay? With his new confidence, he didn’t care what anyone had to say. Tyler chuckled as his eyes dulled and he readily accepted his new reality. He quickened his pace, letting out a guttural moan as he filled his underwear with his seed. At this point, Joe’s resistance completely crumbled, the former young man happily absorbing his friend’s cum and accepting the idea of being this soldier stud’s favorite pair of underwear. Tyler breathed deeply as his underwear seemingly tightened around him. 

“Shit...” The new soldier whispered, “Gotta clean myself up.” He chuckled dumbly. He got up and posed in the bathroom mirror, taking in the sight, “Damn I look good.” He smirked, feeling his dick harden again.   And so Joe, now Tyler’s favorite pair of underwear, would always be there to support his friend. And Tyler for that matter, was happy to live his new life as a musculature soldier, always ensuring that his fellow soldiers were always taken care of.

[zanzi2040]

[alphaabsorption]

“C’mon bro, I’m promoting you from water boy to protein. I need energy to win this game for the team and you’ll give me exactly what I need, plus all that running around means I’ll digest you twice as fast…so make sure you text your loved ones goodbye now because you won’t get another chance.”

[fatjockass]

[alphaabsorption]

When gyms get oversubscribed, some gym managers like to hire Elliott to help…make space for new clients. 10k goes into Elliott’s account and a week later the manager receives a message informing him that the gym client count is normal again and also evidence of Elliott’s work, or maybe it would be more appropriate to say the evidence of what shoving 20 meathead gym bros up your ass a day does for your muscle growth.

[spndxjck2]

[vore-mecca]

It’s a strange world we live in when two seemingly innocuous lumps of flesh can bring an end to hundreds of men, clamping them tight and dragging their whole bodies invade, bringing with all the hopes and dreams and experience those men ever had, just to be melted down and a fraction of them be added to those muscles to aid in dragging the next man kicking and screaming past those seemingly innocuous lumps of flesh; and yet we do indeed live in a very strange world.

[8abellyful]

[alphaabsorption]

“Nothing like going to bed with a belly full of your daughter’s new boyfriend…”

[pirin-tablet-remedy]

[budznbrewz]

A buffet!

[alphaabsorption]

Ass preds comparing their gains.

[thiccable]

[alphaabsorption]

So, my boyfriend is really gone?” Asked the woman as she groped the mounds of flesh before her.

“Yep, that stupid cuck is just ass fat now. Can you believe he fell for it when I said I wouldn’t fuck his girlfriend if he kissed my ass? He deserved what he got. Now he can jiggle and clap whilst I pound his bitch.”

[ill-eat-your-boyfriend]

I just got home from the gym, still pumped after out-lifting that whole pack of cocky college frat preds. They were flexing hard, talking shit like they ran the place, but I shut them up quick by shoving each one down my throat right there in the locker room. Swallowed the whole group one after another, felt all that muscle and attitude bulging out my gut the whole drive back.

Now I am sitting here on the bed rubbing this hairy belly, letting out some long deep farts while they churn down into nothing. My gut has been working them over real nice the last couple hours.

About to head to the toilet and show them their final place. Gonna drop a massive group load, thick heavy logs sliding out slow with their frat gear tangled up in the mess, bones cracking as those solid skulls stretch my hole wide one by one. Gonna leave a fat steaming pile in the bowl that used to be a whole crew of preds.

Another bunch of cocky guys turned into nothing but my toilet shit. Feels damn good, bro.

[geiltoy1]

Hot, Sexy & Exciting @GEILTOY1

[vore-mecca]

Sometimes he wonders if eating all his friends was worth it. I mean it kinda sucks being alone all the time. But the thought passes quickly, thinking about all the other men in the city he’s yet to melt. After all, he feels bad because he’s lonely, not because he actually misses any one person. Guilt isn’t something someone can feel when each thigh has a higher permanent population than entire towns.

[lustful-filled]

[hornydomking]

Teaching your boyfriend to take it all is not easy when he got used to your pencil dick every blue moon. But he got hungry and well, I was there so… and he will take it all, even if it takes fucking his mouth every day all year hahaha Worry not bro, u can still call him your bf, he is just my slut, nothing more. But don’t expect me to not fuck him when we go out from now on.

[sceafsworld]

[digestavore]

Dude, are you watching?! I'm about to push out his skull....you said you wanted to jerk off to it! I can't hold him in forever dude, fucking look before my hole sucks him back into my guts! Unnnnggggg Fuuuuck!!!

[cagladbag]

[alphaabsorption]

“Fuccckkk Brody, you’re nothing but ass fat now. You look good but feel even better. You’re completely dissolved but I can feel a part of you still in there…I hope you enjoy…”

[gay-transformation]

The mirror fogged slightly from the heat still radiating off his skin. Alex stood there, phone raised in one meaty hand, capturing the view he’d earned. Curly dark hair damp with sweat, thick beard framing a jaw that looked carved from granite, and a body so swollen with fresh mass that the pale green shorts were stretched obscenely across his quads. He smirked at his reflection, knowing exactly why he looked like a god tonight.

A few moments ago, Ethan had been riding him on the couch in the living room - eager, hungry, that perfect twunk body bouncing like he was made for it. Ethan wasn’t some skinny twink; he was built just right. Lean, gym-honed muscle across his chest and shoulders, a tight waist, and an ass that gripped like velvet. Alex picked him up at his gym, found him on Grindr as he usually found his prey. He’d moaned Alex’s name like a prayer while Alex’s thick cock speared him deep, stretching him open with every thrust.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” Ethan had gasped, nails digging into Alex’s already massive pecs. “Feels so fucking good in me” Ethan moaned.

Alex had grinned, hands locked on those slim hips, driving up harder. “Such a good boy, ride me, boy. Take it all.”

The climax hit them both at once. Ethan’s hole clenched, his own cock spurting across Alex’s abs, and that was the moment Alex let the power loose. He’d discovered it months ago - some freakish gift that let him pull willing prey into himself, muscle, bone, cum, everything. Ethan’s eyes had widened in shock and raw lust as the absorption started. Their bodies locked together at the hips, skin rippling, merging. Ethan’s lean frame began to sink inward, melting into Alex’s bulk like warm wax.

“Oh wtf is happening,” Ethan gasped, voice already fading as his chest folded into Alex’s expanding pecs. His arms slimmed and slid into Alex’s biceps, adding inches of new girth. Alex’s cock, still buried deep, throbbed and lengthened inside the dissolving twunk, growing thicker, heavier, veins pulsing as Ethan’s own dick melted into the base of it, feeding every inch.

Alex groaned, feeling the rush. His shoulders broadened with a wet, powerful crack. His chest ballooned outward, striations deepening, nipples thickening as Ethan’s modest muscle piled on. Abs that were already shredded carved themselves even deeper, eight perfect blocks now framed by fresh, meaty obliques. His quads exploded outward, fabric of the shorts creaking, seams digging into new muscle. Even his beard thickened, jaw squaring off harder, neck thickening into a powerful bull cord.

And his cock. It surged inside the last melting traces of Ethan’s body, gaining a full inch and a half of length and girth, balls dropping heavier, churning with everything Ethan had been. The twunk’s final moan vibrated through Alex’s entire torso before it cut off, absorbed completely.

Alex rushed to the mirror, flexed his left arm. The peak rose like a mountain, veins snaking over it, easily two inches bigger already. He watched his body expand and grow, all that muscle Ethan provided setting in. His face getting even more attractive. He dropped the phone just long enough to grip his new bulge through the shorts. The outline was obscene—thick, heavy, half-hard already and pushing the waistband down. He could feel Ethan in there, every ounce of that tight little bottom now part of him, making him bigger, manlier, hungrier.

“Looks good on me, doesn’t it?” he murmured to his reflection, voice deeper than it had been an hour ago. He raised the phone again, snapped the pic, and smirked wider. The mirror selfie captured it all: the pumped chest, the shredded abs, the tree-trunk legs, the cock that now strained the front of his shorts like it wanted out.

Ethan was gone, but he’d never looked better. Alex gave his reflection a slow, appreciative nod, already thinking about who he’d find next.

Hé took a new photo of himself, getting his profile ready for his next snack.