Damian McAllister didnât just walk through the towering glass doors of the penthouse office â he commanded them open.
Six-foot-three, salt-and-pepper stubble lining his sculpted jaw, body poured into a charcoal three-piece suit that didnât even try to hide the fact that he was absolutely stacked. His shirt clung to his chest like it was desperate to stay on, buttons groaning over the rise of his sculpted pecs. Broad shoulders rolled with power. Thick legs swelled with every step. And that assâJesusâthat round, bulging ass filled out his tailored slacks like a slab of prime meat.
He was everything Stretch dreamed of in a "skin suit."
And Stretch, the spectral freak floating unseen above the city, was drooling.
âHoly hell, this guyâs a whole DILF buffet,â Stretch cackled, his translucent tongue flicking the air. âI mean look at that bubble buttâbuilt like a boss, but I bet that thing jiggles when he runs.â
Damian stepped into his private office, letting out a sigh. âGod, itâs been meetings all day. Need to take a leak.â
He loosened his tie, heading toward the attached executive bathroom.
âOH YESSS,â Stretch practically squealed, spiraling down through the ceiling. âHeâs alone. Heâs sexy. And heâs got no idea he's about to get GHOSTED.â
With an unhinged giggle, Stretch rocketed forward.
Damian had just turned the lock when a blast of cold air tickled his spine. He frowned. âWhat theâ?â
âOpen wiiiiide, Daddy Damian~!â
Damian barely turned before Stretch plunged into his mouth, a gurgling, cackling stream of ectoplasmic slime ramming down his throat.
âHHHHHUNNNNNGGGGGKKK!!â Damian staggered back, eyes bulging, throat flexing as Stretch forced himself inside like a ghost-shaped firehose.
Damianâs muscles spasmed, his hands clawing at his neck. His tie tightened. His eyes crossed.
Stretch coiled down into his chest like a parasite, wrapping around his core. Damianâs suit strained as his chest heaved outward, ribs cracking, abs flexing violently.
âMMNNNFFFFFâHHAAAHHHâGHHHH!!â
Veins bulged in Damianâs neck. His face flushed red. His legs buckledâ
Then⊠the eyes blinked. Once. Twice.
A smirk crept across his face.
And Damianânow Stretchâlooked at himself in the mirror.
âOh⊠oh baby.â His voice was Damianâs deep baritone, but his words? 100% Stretch.
He reached up and dragged a strong hand down his stubbled face, then ran both hands down his chest, over those meaty pecs pressing against the strained shirt.
âDamn, Damiâs got that silver fox meat suit magic,â he purred. âThis ainât no businessman. This is a full-blown muscle DADDY.â
He flexed his arms â the seams of the dress shirt sleeves popped.
âFUCK yes,â Stretch moaned, lips curling. âI feel like I could deadlift a car and still fuck someoneâs brains out after.â
He turned, examining Damianâs massive ass in the mirror. âSweet crispy Christ on a kettlebellâthis bubble butt is legendary.â
He grabbed a cheek in each hand and squeezed, shaking them.
âGahDAMN, Dami! You been hiding all this cake in a boardroom?!â
Stretch bent over slightly, sticking it out like a filthy cam boy, smirking at the reflection as he bounced it.
Then his eyes wandered downward.
A massive bulge tented the front of his slacks. It throbbed visibly.
Stretch blinked. âHuh⊠wait a secâŠâ
He undid the belt and dropped the trousers.
His cock slapped up against Damianâs furry abs, already dripping precum like a leaky faucet.
âOH HOHOHO, whatâs this?!â Stretch gasped. âSomebodyâs got a hyperspermic horsecock!â
He gripped it with one thick hand.
The second his palm closed around it, the body spasmed.
Damianâs knees knocked, his eyes crossed, and ropes of pure white cum erupted from the cock without a single stroke. It blasted the mirror, the counter, the ceiling.
Stretch moaned like a demon in heat.
âOH HELL YESSS, THIS BODY IS A FREAK!!â
He leaned against the mirror, panting, cock still twitching, still hard.
âShiiiit, this guy busts like a fire hydrant and he ainât even touched himself yetâŠâ
Stretch reached back down and gave the shaft a teasing pump.
Another jet sprayed out across the mirror. His mouth hung open, tongue out.
His face was red. Eyes glassy. Drool string hanging off his chin.
âGuhhhhhh⊠Iâm a dumb fuckinâ business stud⊠just wanna pump and flex and GOON TILL I MELTâŠâ
Stretch fell to his knees, stripped off the dress shirt, and stroked hard now, two-handed.
He bounced his pecs. Moaned like a slut.
âCâmon, daddy⊠make the face⊠show me that gooner DILF drool lookâŠâ
He opened his mouth and rolled his eyes back, stroking to the rhythm of his flexes.
The mirror reflected a once-powerful, composed CEO⊠now fully reduced to a jacked-up, goon-hungry freak with cum on his abs and tongue hanging out.
âUnghhhâthis is the best fuckinâ suit Iâve ever worn,â Stretch slurred. âSo fulla cum⊠so desperate to empty⊠AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIââ
Another load exploded, splattering the floor.
Stretch didnât even stop.
He just laughed, a loopy, high-pitched giggle.
âIâm gonna drain these balls until thereâs nothing left but goon brain, baby! WOO!!â
He stumbled to his feet, leaned over the counter, and smirked at his own ruined reflection.
âHi, Iâm Damian McAllister, CEO of McAllister Holdings,â he mocked in a perfect deep voice, still jerking. âI close deals, sign contracts, and cum like a broken milk hose!â
Then he bit his lip and stared deep into the mirror.
âStretchy boyâs home now, baby⊠and I ainât ever leavinâ this DILF suit.â
And grinned wide.
PART 2 Stretch Presents: The Cum Quarterly
The boardroom smelled like wood polish, fresh coffee, and money. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a sweeping view of the city skyline, but Stretch wasnât interested in the view.
He was sitting at the head of the long table, legs spread wide, Damianâs thick thighs stretching the fabric of a brand-new navy suit. The suit clung tight over his pecs and wide shoulders, freshly tailored that morning because the last one didnât survive yesterdayâs activities. His shirt collar was stiff and pressed, his silver hair perfectly styled, and not a soul in the room had a clue that the real Damian McAllister wasnât behind those smoldering grey eyes.
They were looking at Stretch.
Under the table, the hyperspermic monster cock pulsing between his thighs was already dribbling thick beads of precum, soaking his briefs. He hadnât touched it â yet â but his body was on a hair-trigger. That constant pressure. That bloated, veiny ache. It was heaven. Or hell. Or both.
He gripped the edge of the table as the head of HR passed out the quarterly packets.
âThank you, Cynthia,â Stretch said in Damianâs deep, confident voice â a voice that could close six-figure deals and make interns wet in the same breath. âLetâs begin.â
He clicked the presentation remote and stood.
And the moment he stood â the moment his massive cock shifted â his entire body twitched.
âFfhhhhhuck,â Stretch whispered under his breath, hiding the tremble with a fake cough.
Twelve executives sat watching. None of them suspected that their beloved, collected boss was trying not to bust a hyperspermic load into his slacks while discussing Q2 dividends.
âRight. So⊠dividends,â he said, clicking to the first slide. His voice was even. Measured. But behind the calm mask, Stretchâs internal monologue was spiraling.
âBro, this is INSANE. Your nuts are backed up like a busted fire hydrant, and youâre talking about REVENUE?! This is torture. This is goon edging LEVEL 100.â
Stretch's hand slipped under the table, casually brushing his thigh. He groaned just a little through his teeth.
A blonde exec turned. âAre you alright, Mr. McAllister?â
Stretch smiled, perfect and practiced. âYes, justâlittle muscle cramp. Been hitting the gym harder lately.â
The only thing Damianâs body had been hitting was his own cock.
Stretch continued. âAs you can see, Q2 outperformed projections. Revenueâs up thirteen percentâŠâ
His other hand very discreetly slipped between his legs.
Another fat drop of precum hit the inside of his slacks and bled through.
He looked around. No one noticed.
âOne little stroke, Stretchy boy,â he whispered to himself. âJust one stroke while you say something boring about EBITDAâŠâ
His abs tensed beneath the shirt.
He made a subtle goon face. Bit his lip. His eyes fluttered just slightly.
ââŠand of course, projected growth for Q3 remains steadyâŠâ
That big DILF chest rose and fell like a pump machine, shirt pulling taut across his pecs.
âYouâre gonna lose it,â Stretch moaned in his head. âGonna flood the fuckinâ boardroom, broâŠâ
He clicked to the next slide.
Under the table, his cock twitched again.
His whole body jerked â just a little.
He disguised it as a shift in weight.
âSorry. Pulled something in my back,â he lied smoothly. âLetâs keep going.â
But his hand didnât stop.
No. He was stroking now. Slow. Controlled. But constant.
That endless, hyperspermic load.
Sack swelling like a fuckinâ water balloon.
He could feel it throbbing through his legs.
A small moan slipped out.
Damianâs face â perfect and mature and confident â smiled wide.
âApologies. Allergies,â he chuckled, wiping a single bead of sweat off his forehead. âLetâs proceed to international holdingsâŠâ
Another stroke. And another.
Stretch was right at the edge.
His toes curled in his loafers.
Thick, hot, massive ropes of white cream flooded his lap. It soaked through the front of the slacks, a wet patch the size of a dinner plate spreading across his crotch.
But Stretch didnât flinch.
âMoving on to the next slideââ
His cock throbbed again, shooting a second burst, soaking his thigh.
One of the interns sniffed the air. âUm⊠does anyone smellâŠâ
âFresh printer ink?â Stretch said smoothly, clicking the next slide. âItâs the new toner. Very potent.â
He clenched his keg-thick thighs, pushing the mess tighter against his skin, grinding the still-hard cock into the cum-soaked pants.
ââŠand our Singapore branch has exceeded expectationsâŠâ
Except for the twitching eye.
The subtle grind of his hips into the chair.
Beneath the surface, Stretch was unraveling.
The mask of power. The business armor. All hiding the fact that he was cumming like a fucking bull under the boardroom table.
âIâm a monster,â he whispered inside. âA suit-wearing, number-talking, goon-dripping beast, baby!â
By the end of the meeting, his pants were ruined. His ass was sticking to the leather chair. His cock was still hard.
He stood slowly, lifting the briefcase in front of him to cover the damage.
âThank you all,â he said, voice still smooth. âLetâs touch base again next week.â
No one suspected a thing.
As the room emptied, Stretch leaned on the table, eyes glassy, twitching with aftershocks.
He looked at the mess under the table.
ââŠI think I broke this body.â
And licked a string of cum off his palm.
PART 3 - Intern Fun
The sun dipped low beyond the skyline, casting a golden glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damian McAllisterâs executive suite. The air was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city far below.
Behind the massive mahogany desk sat Damianâor rather, Stretch, curled luxuriously inside the older manâs impossibly built, hyperspermic body.
He leaned back in the leather chair, thick thighs spread wide. His crisp white dress shirt clung to his chest, still damp from earlier goon indulgences, pecs outlined perfectly beneath. His black slacks were stretched tight over the outline of a fat, semi-hard cock that hadnât softened once since taking over this alpha DILF meat puppet.
Stretch adjusted the collar, grinning at his reflection in the windowâhis reflection flexing right back, tongue teasing the edge of Damianâs lips.
âTime for some fun,â he growled, reaching for the phone. He hit a button.
âKyle. My office. Now.â
A few minutes later, the door creaked open.
âYou wanted to see me, sir?â
Kyle stepped in, face flushed with nerves. Early 20s, soft jawline, floppy blonde hair, and that clean scent of a guy too fresh for what was about to happen.
He gestured coldly to the chair in front of the desk. âSit.â
Kyle did so quickly, eyes wide.
Stretch folded Damianâs thick arms, let the silence hang for a moment, then spoke.
âWe need to talk about your future here.â His voice was smooth, laced with something darker.
Kyle swallowed. âIsâdid I do something wrong?â
Stretch sighed, letting Damianâs tongue click condescendingly.
âYouâre smart, kid. Eager. But weâve had complaints. About performance.â
Kyleâs mouth opened slightly, panic rising.
**âIâI didnât knowââ
âRelax,â** Stretch interrupted, standing slowly, moving around the desk like a shark circling prey. âIâm giving you a chance. A special chance.â
He stopped behind Kyleâs chair, placed both strong hands on the internâs shoulders, squeezing gently.
âYou wanna stay here, donât you?â
Kyle nodded. âYes, sir. More than anything.â
Stretch chuckled. âThen show me. Show me how badly you wanna keep this job.â
Kyle looked up, confusedâthen flinched as Stretch unbuckled Damianâs belt with a snap, unzipped his slacks, and freed the thick, veiny cock that slapped out like a beast unchained, already drooling.
âProve it,â Stretch growled. âOn your knees.â
The command landed like a hammer.
Kyle shakily rose, knees hitting the plush carpet as he stared at the massive cockâthick, heavy, leaking. The musk hit him like a wave. Primal. Unfiltered.
Stretch growled through a grin.
âWrap those soft lips around it, intern. Show Daddy you wanna stay.â
Kyle hesitated, then leaned forward, lips parting. He wrapped them around the tip and started sucking.
Stretch threw his head back, groaning.
âFuuuuck yes... There ya go... suck that big CEO cock... Thatâs it, baby boy...â
He grabbed the back of Kyleâs head and pushed, forcing more in.
âDeeper. Youâre gonna learn to throat this thing if you want a future here.â
Kyle choked slightly but kept going, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. Stretch moaned, thrusting slowly.
âYouâre a natural little sucktoy, arenât ya? You ever used that pretty mouth on your professors too? Bet you sucked your way through college, huh?â
Kyle whimpered around the cock, cheeks hollowing as he worked it.
Stretch looked down, watching Damianâs thick shaft disappear into Kyleâs mouth. The sight made his balls clench.
âIâm gonna fuckinâ explode, kid... my balls have been full all fuckinâ day...â
He pulled out with a wet pop, a string of spit and precum stretching from tip to lip. Kyle panted, drooling, eyes glazed.
Stretch leaned in close, voice low and rough.
âGet up. Bend over the desk.â
Kyle obeyed instantly, bending over the cold wood surface. Stretch stepped behind him, yanked his pants down, revealing a firm, pale ass just begging to be filled.
âMmm, look at that hole. Tight little promotion hole,â Stretch teased.
He lined up, rubbing the fat, slick cock between Kyleâs cheeks, smearing precum.
âUNNNNNHHGâsirâfuckââ
Stretch groaned, slamming forward slowly, Damianâs thick cock parting the internâs hole inch by inch.
âYessss... take it, you eager little office bitch... take every hyperspermic inch of Daddyâs cock...â
Kyle moaned, gripping the desk.
Stretch grunted, each thrust harder than the last, his full balls slapping against Kyleâs skin.
**âY-yes sirâahâpleaseââ
âThen take this breeding, baby boy.â**
Stretch leaned over Kyleâs back, pinning him, his breath hot and filthy in the internâs ear.
âGonna fill you up... dump a fuckinâ career-load in you... so much cum, youâll be dripping ambition for weeksâŠâ
The sound of Damianâs hips slamming into Kyle echoed off the glass windows.
Stretchâs face twisted in gooner ecstasy, Damianâs eyes fluttering as drool slid from his lip.
âUNNNNNNNGHâFUCKâYEAHâTAKE ITâHERE IT COMESââ
And with one last thrustâ
Hot, endless jets of cum blasted inside Kyle, thick and pumping, swelling his hole. Kyle cried out, body trembling as the DILFâs cock kept twitching and dumping.
Stretch groaned like a beast, biting his lip, grinding deep until the last thick spurt oozed out.
He pulled out slowly. A river of jizz spilled from Kyleâs hole onto the floor.
Stretch sat back in the leather chair, chest rising, Damianâs cock still twitching.
âYouâre hired,â he said with a smirk.
The late afternoon sun gleamed off the glass towers surrounding the McAllister building, but inside Damianâs office, the lights were low, the mood humid, and the tension obscene.
Stretch lounged in Damianâs leather throne behind the desk, his suit jacket draped over the back, sleeves rolled up to his thick forearms, a single button popped open at the top of his shirt, teasing the swell of that sculpted chest. The boardroom-style Zoom call had already startedâmultiple tiles lit up with faces from across the country. Executives, partners, VPs. All staring at their screens.
And none of them knew that just below the cameraâs view, under the desk, their CEOâs young male intern was on his knees, lips wrapped around the thick, hyperspermic cock of the man they all answered to.
Stretch gave the faintest smirk as he adjusted in his seat, Damianâs cock twitching in Kyleâs warm, wet mouth.
âGentlemen,â Stretch said smoothly, voice deep and commanding through Damianâs lips. âThanks for making time for todayâs strategic review. I trust youâve all seen the updated financials?â
As heads nodded and someone began speaking, Stretch muted his mic and leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk while gazing at his reflection in the black part of the screen.
Below, Kyle gagged softly, one hand wrapped tight around Damianâs shaft, the other clinging to his thick thigh for support. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, lips slick and stretched wide. Damianâs cock barely fit. And it never stopped leaking.
Stretch groaned low and silent, eyes flicking down briefly.
âThatâs it, baby boy⊠donât stop,â he growled in a whisper, barely moving his lips as he looked directly into the camera. âShow me how much you wanna stay on staff.â
Kyle slurped needily, his tongue swirling around the tip before plunging back down. His nose buried in the trimmed salt-and-pepper pubes, breathing in the scent of alpha power and raw musk.
Stretch adjusted his tie with one hand, completely calm up top while his lower half was twitching, pumping precum into Kyleâs throat.
Someone on the call asked a question.
âWeâll be shifting some priorities in Q3,â he said smoothly, face stone-serious. âFocus will remain on consolidation, but with increased attention to high-yield assets. Speaking of whichââ
He grunted softly as Kyle deepthroated again.
ââI believe our growth in that sector is⊠strong. Very strong.â
He muted again just in time to moan under his breath, one hand dropping below the desk to stroke Kyleâs hair.
âMmmfuckkkk... youâre such a good office toy... such a hungry little mouthpiece for Daddyâs cock, huh?â
Kyle nodded, moaning around the shaft, tears now pricking at the corners of his eyes. His throat flexed with every pulse from that fat, hyperspermic dick.
Stretch looked down briefly and whispered, âGimme those eyes, baby... look up at your boss while you suck his fuckinâ load outâŠâ
Kyle obeyedâhis eyes locking with Damianâs above as Stretch clenched his jaw, his whole thick, alpha body flexing behind the desk.
Back on Zoom, a junior VP was rambling about quarterly returns. Stretch didnât hear a word. His balls were boiling.
âF-fuck,â he whispered, voice hoarse, muting just in time again. He gripped the desk hard. âYou ready for it, intern? Huh? Gonna swallow Daddyâs corporate load?â
Kyle whined and nodded, his hands now stroking the shaft while his mouth sucked harder, faster.
Stretch flexed. His thighs trembled. Sweat beaded at Damianâs temples.
âTake it... take this fuckinâ promotion shot, babyâUHHHHNNNNNNGHHââ
His abs clenched, cock spasmingâand then he unloaded.
Stretch bit his lip and hit the mute button as a torrent of cum blasted down Kyleâs throat. Ropes. Pulsing shots. The kind of load only a ghost-powered, hyperspermic DILF suit could produce. Kyle gagged and swallowed, throat working desperately to keep up.
Stretch's mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes fluttering half-closed, Damianâs jaw twitching as he rode out the climax. Cum overflowed, spilling from Kyleâs lips and dripping onto the floor beneath the desk.
He finally exhaled, slick with sweat, cock still twitching in Kyleâs mouth.
He clicked unmute casually, adjusting his collar.
âApologies,â Stretch said smoothly, voice returning to calm. âWe had a brief... disruption. But I think weâre aligned.â
The screen nodded back at him in agreement.
Down below, Kyle rested his cheek on Damianâs thigh, panting, drooling, totally used.
Stretch reached down and stroked his hair.
âGood boy,â he whispered. âThatâs how you keep your job.â
PART 5: OVERTIME FUCK WITH A SPECIAL GUEST
The penthouse was soaked in sex.
Glass windows steamed from heat. Damianâs leather couch squeaked under the relentless rhythm of flesh slapping flesh. In the dim light, the hulking alpha DILFâs muscular frame hovered over the pale, trembling intern bent beneath him.
Damianâs thick cockâhyperspermic, veiny, still leaking from earlier loadsâpounded into Kyleâs spent hole, each thrust shooting another creamy squelch of leftover cum out of his boy-pussy.
Stretch, deep inside Damianâs sweaty, dripping body, was lost in itâsweat rolling down pecs, goon-drunk grin splitting his face. His voice slurred into a growl as he flexed Damianâs abs in the mirror and kept thrusting.
âUNNNH yessss... fuckinâ full send, baby⊠this holeâs mine, office toy... Iâll never stop dumpinâ in itân-neverâŠâ
But thenâsomething changed.
The air shifted. A cold gust blew through the penthouse. Stretchâs eyes flicked up, instincts prickling.
From the kitchen, a low, nasal cackle echoed.
âHeeheehee⊠lookie what I foundâŠâ
Stretch growled, breath ragged. âStinky?â
From behind the island floated a snot-green cloud, glowing faintly. Bulbous. Grinning. Globs of ectoplasm trailed behind it like drool.
âMmmhmmm!â Stinky cackled. âAnd this little twink? Already stuffed full of Stretchâs load? Heeheehee! Donât mind if I slide in for dessert!â
Before Stretch could react, the green cloud lunged.
âMMMPHâ!!â Kyleâs head jerked up mid-thrust, eyes wide as Stinky crammed himself through his open mouth, pouring in like sludge. The body spasmed under Stretch, muscles twitching, toes curling. Kyleâs back arched violently as Stinky pushed deeper, his laugh gargling out mid-possess.
âNNGHhhHâuuuhhhâHAHAAAAâYEAHHH BABYYYY!!â
The possession snapped into place.
Kyle collapsed against the couch cushion, then slowly lifted his headâeyes glowing with mischief. A wide, cock-hungry grin split across his now possessed face, drool glistening on his chin.
âOooohhh DAMN, this is tight!â Stinky moaned, his voice now pouring out of Kyleâs innocent mouth, warped and nasal. âHahaha look at me! Iâm fuckinâ hot! Lil goon toyâs got a nice setta lips, bouncy butt, ANDâohhh shitâIâm still LEAKINâ STRETCH JUICE!â
He reached back with one hand, spreading his new asscheeks and grinding back on Stretchâs cock, still inside.
âHAHA! Iâm ridinâ ya now, big boy! You put the load inânow IâM the one clenchinâ round it! Oooohhhh itâs squishinâ in here! This bodyâs a fuckinâ cum sponge!â
Stretch could barely keep it together, panting, leaking again.
âYou slimy bastard,â he muttered, eyes glazed. âThat holeâs mineâyouâre stealinâ my toy!â
Stinky twisted Kyleâs pretty face into a dumb expression, tongue out, eyes crossed, making slutty goon moans as he bounced on Damianâs fat cock.
**âUhhnnff yesssâfuck me, Daddy DILFâpound my twink guts! Make me goon! Stretch made this hole nice and loose, mmmMMM!â
âYouâre a fuckinâ menace,â** Stretch groaned. Then grinned.
âOHHHHHHH YESSS. DO IT.â
With a raw grunt, Stretch pulled out, his cock slapping wetly free from Kyleâs hole, strands of cum connecting them. He leaned in close, grabbed Kyleâs possessed face, and kissed himâtongues mixing as both ghosts prepared the switch.
And thenâwith a synchronized groanâthey launched.
Stretchâs ectoplasm pulled out of Damianâs throat in a flash, while Stinky burst up out of Kyleâs mouth in a green slime explosion. Mid-air, they slammed into each otherâs old bodies.
Stretch sucked down into Kyleâs mouth. He jerked, flailed, spasmed as Stretch flooded his brain, muscles, spine. The slim frame writhed, eyes rolling backâthen blinked open glowing blue.
âUNNNNNFFFFFâFUCK.â Stretch moaned, now inside the young, lean body of Kyle. âThis bod... is... INSANE.â
He looked down, breathing hard, watching his new chest rise and fall. His hands roamed across his flat abs, twitching thighs, dripping cock.
âTight. Slick. Stretched OUT. And this fuckinâ holeâs still drippinâ with my old loadâHAHAHAHHH!â He spun to the mirror and posedâlips parted, tongue out, flexing this new little body, then drooling over it.
âDumb fuckinâ goonface⊠slutty lil moans⊠my voice is SO cute, HA! Heeeyyy Daddy, y-you gonna f-fuck my boypussy?â he mocked in Kyleâs tone, laughing wildly. âIâm a cumdump with hyperspermia now, oh SHITâam I gonna cum every time I sneeze?? YESSSSSS!!â
Across the room, Stinky settled into Damianâs DILF suit with a loud, sloppy SLORP. His shoulders twitched, pecs flexing involuntarily.
âAWWWWWW YEAHHHHH!â Stinkyâs deep new voice bellowed, eyes wide. **âLOOKIT ME!! IâM A FUCKINâ ALPHA HUNK!!â
He bounced Damianâs pecs, spanked his own ass, and grabbed his hyperspermic cock. âOHHH this thingâs a BEAST! Already leakinâ! You sure filled this toy up, Stretchy boy!â
Stretch licked Kyleâs lips, dropped to all fours, and looked back with a wink.
âWell? You just gonna flex and dripâor you gonna fuck this tight body fulla your slime?â
Stinky didnât need to be asked twice.
He marched over, lifted Stretch (in Kyleâs tight form) up by the hips, and SLAMMED Damianâs thick cock back into the well-used hole. Stretch screamed in pleasure, fingers digging into the cushions as cum splashed from the impact.
âYEAHHHHHHHâBREED MEEE, BRO!!â
Their voices twisted, echoing, bouncing off the walls.
Green slime dripped. Sweat poured. Gooner babble filled the room.
Two ghosts. Two stolen bodies. One endless loop of breeding, swapping, gooning, and pure supernatural filth.