Fatso loves going to music events, they were great for finding some hot fleshie action. Drunk hunks, good food, beer, loud distractions, it was a paradise! And he decided to haunt the big country music festival this weekend. He was eager for some good fried food and hard drinking. But as he flew over the crowds toward the stage to find a good vessel, he saw the main act, Luke Bryan, front and center.
He could barely contain himself and he instantly smirked and went invisible. He barreled towards the stage as Luke opened his mouth for a loud, long belt note. Fatso hit his mouth as Luke grunted and started gagging. The fans kept cheering, too drunk and thinking he was putting on a show for them. Luke’s cheeks and throat bulged as Fatso shoves in harder, determined to make it inside.
Luke felt his tight toned abs bloating out from all the fatty ectoplasm as Fatso was wedged halfway inside his body. Tail flailing desperately to get his gut in, Luke was trying to blow Fatso back out but the ghostly powers were causing Luke’s body to actually suck on Fatso taking him inside. His pecs pulsed and swelled out a bit like moobs.
The singer was stumbling around as he felt more ectoplasm surge into him, evening out by filling into his ass and crotch. His cheeks bubbled out even more as the fans hooted and catcalled him. His bulge engorged and ballooned to barely keep from ripping his jeans. With a final pop and a satisfied chuckle, Fatso was in control of Luke just in time for the song and the concert to conclude.
The horny ghost took a bunch of bows and enjoyed all the applause and attention. He felt the singer really fighting surprisingly hard so he rushed off the stage to the backstage area hoping to get busy with his plans. He was stopped by a fan gushing over him begging for an autograph.
The guy was a sexy young hottie, athletic and clearly gay. Fatso decided to flirt with him in his temporary body and when the guy offered his pen and paper, Fatso acted swiftly. He pulled the hunk into a hug against his bulging body and his throbbing crotch pressed against the guy’s as they both gasped. Fatso growler seductively as he moved the hunk’s hand to cup his fat ass.
The guy blushed and laughed nervously. Fatso planted a kiss on the stud’s cheek and told him that he secretly longed to be broken in by a hottie. And he was about to invite the guy to his dressing room when he realized how strong Luke was in actuality. He was jostled loose inside and Luke was grunting and groaning, bent over holding his gut.
Fatso was groaning inside as Luke started forcing him out like a giant blue bubble. From Luke’s bubble ass right through his jeans swelled a blue, transparent bubble that grew and grew. Fatso was annoyed and his throbbing blue ghost cock was clearly visible as the hunk looked on in horror. With a final push and a pop, Fatso was floating behind Luke, who was panting out of breath.
The hunk fled in terror as Luke turned to Fatso, still panting. “Who the hell do you think you are asshole?!” “Name’s Fatso sexy, and I’m gonna come back later tonight to finish what we started,” he smirked. Luke chuckled, “I’d like to see your fat ass try!,” and he passed out face first. Fatso kissed Luke’s cheek and flew off to carbo load for the night, eager to return to Luke.
Ghostly Trio Vs. Pro Wrestlers Part 3: Brutus Magnus Vs. Fatso
Fatso wanted to hurry and get his first possession under his belt so as to not be outdone by his brothers like always. He decided he didn’t care who his first fleshie was as he floated down the hall and into the locker room. It had a gold star that said “Magnus” on it. “Hehe, sounds like a condom, so maybe the guy in here will be hot,” he chuckled to himself.
He didn’t hear any noise from inside and thought he had found a dud room. Then he heard something small clank onto the floor. “Bloody damn it!,” said a sexy British accent from down the rows of lockers. Fatso immediately grinned like the Grinch. He floated closer and saw steam trailing from the direction of the noise.
He peered around the tiled wall and saw a stunning greek god figure of a man clad in a towel. He was built like a temple and Fatso was practically drooling from the sight. “Good thing razors aren’t food hehe! Better be more careful Brutus!,” the hunk joked to his reflection. He dipped the razor in the water below and resumed shaving his sexy, chiseled face.
Fatso watched enthralled as he shaved his chest, pits, and crotch for the next several minutes. He couldn’t believe how sexy Magnus was, but he liked him with his fuzz. Magnus dipped his razor one last time to clean it and looked down. Fatso dove into the steamy mirror and made all his hair grow back before he could blink.
Brutus looked up and was stunned, “What the bloody….,” he started seeing Fatso/ his reflection all scruffy again. But he suddenly realized he was much sexier with the hair. “I…can’t figure how it’s back, but it certainly is more becoming on me,” he chuckled smirking. He rinsed the rest of the shaving cream off his body and face.
He cleaned the mirror off and started flexing. He showed off his abs and biceps, making his meaty pecs bounce. “Damn, all that work at the gym never ceases to amaze me!” Fatso was loving how cocky the big guy was and he imitated his every move. Magnus turned around and flexed his back muscles and Fatso decided to have a little fun and made his reflection’s ass swell slightly and bounce.
Magnus chuckled, “Damn, would be nice if I could learn to bounce my ass like my pecs hehe.” He cleaned up and walked over to the lockers and sat on the bench as he started clipping his finger nails. Fatso turned invisible as he floated out of the mirror and over to where Brutus was sitting. The fat ghost was excited Magnus would be his first trophy of the night.
As the stud clipped, Fatso reached down and kneaded his slightly furry and warm pecs, making him moan and instinctively flex them. “Fuuuck, my pecs feel so good, like I just worked out…” The ghost then rubbed his biceps and arms like a horny fangirl. “Damn, why does my body feel so gooooood….?” Fatso placed a kiss to the back of his thick neck and the wrestler shuddered.
Magnus started perking a boner under his towel as he started sweating and panting like he was in heat. “Oh man……I’m getting…..so horny……” Fatso loved the effect he was having and reached down into the back of his towel and squeezed his thick ass cheeks making him yelp. “Woah fuck! Who touched me bum?!”
Fatso loved the tension and he flew around front and saw Magnus sweating. “There’s something…not right….here….,” the stud panted. “Oh it’s going just right actually big boy!,” Fatso chuckled. “Bloody hell, who said that?!” “Your new roommate!!,” Fatso laughed turning visible as Magnus went white as a ghost from shock and terror.
“Here comes Fatso!,” the ghost laughed diving down towards Magnus’ crotch. He shoved his head under the towel and against the stud’s still semi-hard cock. He grunted trying to get his head to slurp inside the piss slit as Magnus screamed and reached down, grabbing the huge wiggling belly and trying to push Fatso away.
“Nnnnnnnnnghh nooooo, you’re mine baby!,” Fatso grunted trying hard as the piss slit just slightly started stretching and giving way as his head slurped in up to his nose. Magnus screamed and pushed with all his might as Fatso popped loudly back out with a grunt. The ghost flipped through the air as Magnus recovered and dashed for the door.
Fatso collected himself and manipulated the locker in front of Magnus to fly open and smack him in the face. Brutus fell to the floor on his ass and saw stars for a few seconds before coming to just as Fatso hovered in front of him. “Round two babe!,” and Fatso shoved his head into Magnus’ mouth as the stud groaned.
He reached up trying to get Fatso out, grabbing his belly hard as his arms and shoulders slurped down into his throat making it bulge. Magnus was terrified as he felt Fatso moving down his throat into his tight body. His abs began to bulge with Fatso’s fat ectoplasm and he groaned. The big ghostly belly was wiggling and flailing like crazy as Magnus tried desperately with one hand to shove it out, while the other rubbed his growing gut.
“Comin’ through pal!,” Fatso chuckled as Brutus flailed around as the big belly was crammed inside and the thick tail was making its final descent. Magnus grunted as his lips popped shut around Fatso’s tail as it slurped down his throat. Magnus was rolling around on the floor grunting as he felt Fatso inflating throughout his body laughing the whole way. “Get ready to have some real fun fleshie!,” the ghost chuckled.
Brutus was smacking into lockers and moaning when he grabbed his still bulging abs hard as they jiggled and a loud boom was heard from inside. Magnus suddenly started caressing his gut chuckling. He lifted his head with a cocky smirk. “Mmm fuck yeah, now THIS is a body! Wish I had time to hit craft services up!” He felt his cock spring to life at the thought of stuffing his face.
He pulled the towel free and sat on the cold locker room floor stroking his stolen cock and he was in heaven. “Oh yeah, nothing like a good fleshie cock to start the night off right! But I need some extra stimulation…,” he chuckled eyeing the balled up towel next to him. He morphed it into a nice, fat vibrator as he chuckled. Without losing time or speed jerking, he leaned on his side and put the toy firmly on the ground.
He lined it up with his tight virgin hole and started easing it in laughing at how tight his ass was now. “Oh yeah, breaking in first timers is the best, especially sexy foreigners!” He started working himself on the vibrator as he jerked off. He thrust his body up and down panting as he worked his body from both ends. He loved how Magnus’ body still had a slight gut and he caresses it like Santa with his free hand and moaned.
He was going at it for 10 minutes, gasping, panting, chuckling, jiggling and jerking. Suddenly he felt his stomach lurch hard and he let loose a massive burp at the same time he let a massive fart rip. It was so hot coupled with the extra stimulation it put Fatso over the edge. He roared as he started shooting hot streams of warm cum all over the floor and himself. He collected some on his fingers and shoved them in his mouth.
“Mmm, yummy, English blend, my favorite!,” he chuckled. He was rubbing his gut in contentment when he felt himself abruptly dislodge inside Magnus. The wrestler was fighting back and his body was writhing and rolling around on the floor as Fatso grunted losing control. Magnus was groaning as he started regaining control. “Fuck, I was just about to eat!,” Fatso laughed from inside.
Brutus was writhing and moaning as he felt Fatso pull back into his ghostly form inside. He rolled over, ass in the air with the vibrator sticking out like a tail. Magnus contorted his face like he was trying to let out a massive fart. Suddenly the vibrator launched out of his ass like a rocket as Fatso’s fat blue tail started wiggling and flailing as it squeezed quickly and painfully out.
Magnus was in tears between pleasure and pain grunting as Fatso was stretching out his hole on the exit. The ghost was laughing as his huge belly squeezed out and his arms popped out. With a final huge push and a loud pop and a grunt from both men, Fatso fully emerged from Magnus. The wrestler looked over his shoulder in an ecstatic daze as he rubbed his sore stretched ass. “Bloody hell that felt brilliant,” he sighed, grinned, and passed out smirking in his own cum on the floor.
“Damn, I totally would’ve spent more time in you if not for this contest babe,” the ghost sighed. He floated down and groped the passed out stars ass as he sighed in his sleep. Fatso knew he had to go find his next conquest, but he gave Brutus a goodbye tongue kiss, savoring the taste of Magnus’ cum in his mouth. “Maybe I’ll swing by later and check on you hehe!” And with that, Fatso flew out of the locker room ready for his next fleshie.
Normally it wasn’t common for Fatso to go out of his way to possess athletes. They were tight, lean, sweaty, and they just suited his bro’s more than him. But when he saw Jackson running around on the field during an evening soccer practice, he was struck by instant attraction.
The rest of the team had retired to the locker room to hear the coach give feedback while Jackson went around to clean up the equipment. He sauntered in 10 minutes into the coach’s remarks and plopped on the bench with a horny, satisfied look. He kept looking all around at his hot, sweaty teammates, licking his lips, winking, blowing them kisses. Most of them blushed, looked away and moved their crotches strategically. Fatso was about to give team player a whole new meaning!
Mr. Gold aka Rumplestiltskin was a shroud busy man who always liked to get ahead at the expense of the good guys. Gold had many enemies within Storybrooke. But his biggest problems these days were the trio of men that constantly looked to catch Gold doing anything bad. Prince Charming, Captain Killian Hook, and Robin Hood made it their mission to keep Gold from spreading evil. Gold was selfish and only wanted to make his life better.
He loved to make deals that benefitted him. Of course, if the deals also hurt someone else, that was just icing on the cake to Gold. He always had a plan A, B, C, and even K, so he would never lose. He always knew how to make his life better at the expense of someone else. He had mellowed somewhat since his Enchanted Forest days behavior wise, but he was still shrewd and sharp as ever.
Gold had plans to make Storybrooke more to his liking, but he couldn’t do it with those three meddling in his affairs. He needed to find a way to get them out of his hair. He owned the local pawn shop, and all of his magic charms and objects were kept there. He contemplated using a curse to trap the trio, or maybe a sleeping spell, or maybe just kill them instead. No, those would all cause too much of a scene and ruin his life because the entire town would turn against him. He needed a way to make them harmless without harming them.
Gold flipped through his many books looking for spells and charms and curses. “A love spell? No, that’s the last thing I want from those three headaches,” he said turning a page. “Maybe an age reversal,” he said running his finger down another page, “No, they were probably more annoying as children then they are now!,” he said opening a different book. Gold was quickly growing frustrated as he tried to think of a way to keep the three heroes from getting in his way.
He smacked the books in front of him away in frustration. They flew off the counter and scattered onto the floor. One knocked into a small end table with various antiques on top and it wobbled. A large dark purple jar fell onto the floor and clanked on the ground. It was a magic jar so it wouldn’t break, but Gold ran from behind the counter anyway to examine the damage. He knelt down and picked up the large jar, which was much lighter than it looked. It had a faded yellowing label across its side which read, “Ghostly Trio - Slaves for Eternity, Open Only If Truly Desperate.”
Gold tried to recall who the trio was as he held the jar. He pondered and suddenly had an aha moment as he remembered. “You three bumbling buffoons sold your souls to me in exchange for the best prank ever. Well I’ve kept you locked up as payment until now. But I think I’ve finally found a use for your unique brand of haunting,” Gold laughed as the jar vibrated as the trio moved inside. “The three of you are going to take care of three problems I have right now,” he said as the jar continued to shake.
He walked to the middle of the room and placed the jar on the floor and walked back behind the counter. He laughed, bringing a hand to his forehead as he said, “I can’t believe I’m trusting this mission to the three ghostly stooges,” and pointed his finger at the jar. A bright flash like a lightning bolt shot from his finger through the air and struck the jar. The bolt vanished after hitting the jar and seemed to do nothing at first. Then the jar began to shake furiously and bounce on the ground as if it were rubber.
Suddenly the lid of the jar flew off and smashed against the front door of the shop as the jar floated inches from the ground. The jar landed on the floor with a thud. Gold watched as three bluish white forms slithered up out of the jar and morphed into larger ghostly humanoid forms.
The one in the middle grew long and slender with a long face, prominent nose, and piercing purple eyes. His name was Stretch, the joisey accented cocky leader of the group. The ghost on the left was average with a slightly prominent little belly, buck teeth, and a cloud of musk about him; he was Stinky, the immature childish prankster and smelly member of the group. The ghost on the right was a huge, fat blob with a large gut, rounded face, and a deep hearty laugh and love of food to make any competitive eater envious; he was Fatso, the largest, hungriest, jiggliest member of the group.
The trio hovered in the air above the jar not realizing Gold was there as well. “How damn long were we trapped in there boys?,” Stretch asked cracking his arms and stretching. “Must’ve been at least 150 years by now,” Stinky added cracking his back. “It was so damn cramped in there,” Fatso groaned. “Maybe if someone wasn’t as big as a barn, it would’ve been more comfortable,” Stretch complained slapping Fatso’s ectoplasmic belly making it jiggle. Stinky laughed at the joke as Fatso groaned and pouted at Stretch. “I’m hungry!,” Fatso whined. “Yeah, well what do you plan to do about it tubbo?!,” Stretch interjected. “Yeah, without a fleshie it’ll go right through your big gut!,” Stinky laughed. Fatso started floating around chasing Stinky as Stretch laughed.
Gold cleared his throat and the three ghosts immediately stopped in their tracks and focused on him. “If you three bumbling dolts are done wasting my time, I’ve got a mission for you,” he said walking over, tapping his cane on the floor as he strolled over to the trio. Stinky cringed with fear saying, “Th…th…th…that’s the creep who trapped us.” Stretch wasn’t scared and defiantly said, “And why should we listen to you, bone bag?!” Gold snickers and says, “Because I own your pale, pathetic asses, that’s why.”
Fatso was surprised and Stretch was furious at Gold’s remark. “Nobody tells the Ghostly Trio what to do fleshie!,” he yelled flying towards Gold. Gold snickered and pulled a glowing violet crystal from his jacket pocket and held it in front of him. Stretch suddenly stopped midair and was thrown back towards his brothers as they gasped. Stretch flipped in the air and was dizzy. He shook his head and regained himself as Gold laughed to himself.
“You three don’t remember our deal I take it,” Gold said to the surprised trio. “What deal?,” Stinky asked nervously. Gold walked closer as he said, “The one in which you promised to serve me forever of course.” “We’d never be stupid enough to agree to that!,” Fatso yelled. “Oh but you are and you did dearies,” Gold snickered, “This crystal allows me to control you if I so choose, and you are my servants unless I say otherwise.” “We never made no deal with you creep!,” Stretch said holding his dizzy head.
“You three made a deal with me that in exchange for your eternal servitude and the rights to your spirits, you three would have the greatest prank powers for the rest of your lives. You terrorized the land until, one day, you lot all died trying to pull off a prank on the mayor of your town. You all became ghosts, and were quickly imprisoned in that jar so you could forever serve me. As you lot were trapped, this crystal formed before me as part of our deal, ensuring you’d listen to me no matter what,” Gold said as he giggled like Rumple.
Stretch pulled himself together and looked at his two brothers and then Gold. “What do you want then fleshie?,” he begrudgingly asked. “I have three pains in the arse if you catch my drift,” Gold elaborated, “What skills in taking care of people do you idiots have?” The ghosts looked at each other without saying a word. “We can scare them to death,” Stinky laughed. “That would cause too much trouble for me,” Gold said shooting the idea down. “We could hypnotize them for you,” Fatso offered. “Don’t you think I could’ve done that on my own moron?!,” Gold snapped. “We could trap them in an alternate dimension,” Stretch chimed in. “Are you three seriously not getting that I could do any of that with a snap of my fingers! I need something only a ghost can do!,” he yelled slamming his cane on the ground.
The three looked at each other and then Stretch said, “Well we do hold a record for one trick.” “Oh, and pray tell what that is,” Gold said sarcastically rolling his eyes. The three ghosts said in unison, “possession.” “What’s that?,” Gold asked confused. “Basically, we invade a fleshie and take them over for as long as possible, like we become them,” Stretch said. “So you could impersonate them and also control them?,” Gold asked intrigued. “Yeah, we take their body and their life,” Fatso laughed.
“That would make my life easier and also give me the chance to humiliate those bastards,” Gold theorized. “Alright,” Gold said lifting the crystal up, “Go and possess the three heroes pestering me! Prince Charming, Captain Hook, and Robin Hood!,” Gold yelled pointing the trio to the door. They grimaced at the old trickster before turning around and floating through the front door, out into Storybrooke to do Gold’s bidding.
On the other side of town, Charming, Hook, and Robin decided to split up and search the town to see if Gold was up to any evil tricks. Charming headed off towards the docks, Hook towards the forest, and Robin towards the library in the center of town. None of the hunky heroes know what the trio or Gold have in store for them. The trio see the three men split up and decide to go separate ways as well. Stretch floats off after Charming while Fatso lustfully floats after Hook thinking he could squeeze into the sexy pirate. Stinky floated slightly behind Fatso with the larger ghost knowing; Stinky knew Fatso could never possess Hook even if he tried.
Charming made his way down to the wharf and scanned the piers and boats from the water’s edge as the sun set slowly in the background. He was wearing tight jeans, comfy sneakers, a white t-shirt and a tight leather jacket. He decided to check out the big boat house building where the repairs to vessels were made. As Charming made his way inside, Stretch laughed to himself watching the dashing hunk enter the building. “Normally I don’t take orders from nobody. But damn fleshie, there’s no way in hell in letting you get away,” he laughed floating through the wall after Charming.
Charming looked around the warehouse floor, finding boat parts lying all over the floor and engine oil spilled everywhere. He walked over to the back corner and started examining the boss’ desk which was covered in miscellaneous files and papers. He started rifling through the forms as Stretch found his hiding place phasing into the small mirror that was on the desk beside Charming as he investigated diligently.
“What are you planning Gold? I know you used this place at one point as a hidden base of operation,” Charming said to himself as he hopelessly looked through the papers. Frustrated, he looked away from the papers and noticed himself in the mirror, and he couldn’t look away. But he wasn’t liking what he saw; his normally fair and handsome skin had a sickly bluish tint, and his dazzling eyes looked purple and dull. He leaned in closer to examine his normally gorgeous face. “What kind of stupid trick is this Gold?!,” he asked not amused by what he saw.
Charming looked confused and had no idea Stretch was waiting to strike. Stretch suddenly popped his head out of the mirror inches from a shocked Charming and yelled, “BOO!,” as he eyed the prince up and down like a sexy piece of meat. Charming opened his mouth to scream as Stretch floated completely out of the mirror. Just as Charming was about to scream, Stretch arched over him and said, “Uh uh uh, we can’t have you making a scene bone bag!,” and he flew towards Charming’s gaping mouth.
Stretch’s head hit Charming’s mouth and popped between his lips like a lollipop as the prince’s screams were suddenly muffled. Stretch was cackling as he slide his long slender body into Charming. His ghostly tail sticking out of the man’s mouth wiggling and thrashing about as he squeezed inside. Charming was flailing his arms, frantically trying to grasp Stretch’s tail to pull him out. His hands phased right through the invading ghost. “Fat chance bone bag! You’re mine now!,” Stretch yelled from inside Charming’s chest.
The noise filling the building sounded like a deflating balloon as Stretch made his way inside. Charming was groaning through ectoplasm filled cheeks as he felt Stretch filling up his body. The man stumbling around in fear as the ghostly blue tail shrank down into his mouth. Charming bumped into the desk and his legs thrust him back off as he grunted. Stretch’s wagging tail finally slipped between Charming’s lips with a wet pop and a grunt from the prince.
Charming’s cheeks were puffed up as Stretch filled him out inside. The man danced around the room, flailing his limbs out crazily as Stretch hooted and laughed inside his belly. “Boy, for a hero, you sure know how to move your body dirty!,” Stretch joked. Charming stumbled into a file cabinet and he and Stretch groaned in unison. Charming was spinning around like a top as he was possessed. “Hey fleshie, how did you know I love a good struggle?,” Stretch laughed.
Charming stumbled his way to the middle of the room and he felt himself losing control as Stretch filled him up. He was blurring as the ghost filled into his body throughout. Charming was swinging his torso in circles and his head spinning when his hands came down to grab and steady his stomach there was a boom from within as he swallowed Stretch’s ectoplasm hard with a squelch as he fell silent and looked down emotionless. Seconds later he lifted his head and a devious smirk formed on his face.
“Oh yeeeeeaaaaah,” Charming said with Stretch’s joisey accent. The possessed prince brought his arms up and started groping and feeling up his new body. He loved the leather jacket Charming was sporting and how it hugged his body as did his jeans. “This is one nice body fleshie! Happy to say it’s mine now!,” Stretch laughed feeling himself up as he grew hard in his tight jeans. Stretch groped his new cock and decided he wanted to make some improvements.
He closed his eyes and focused on Charming’s muscles and his ectoplasm started to pump into his limbs. His pecs inflated like basketballs and his abs were like baseballs as his leather jacket strained to contain them. His cock and balls swelled as if suddenly filled with jello and his ass popped out as the denim was ready to give if he moved too suddenly. His facial features became slightly more chiseled and his arms and legs bulked up to the point he could choke a bear. His body stretching with a rubbery noise throughout which only made Stretch’s already raging boner more intense.
Once he finished, he opened his eyes and admired his new improved body as he felt himself up. “Now see this is what I’m talkin’ ‘bout bone bag! Look at this bod of yours now!,” he said eye banging his own body. He groped his new muscles and savored how they were firm yet plump with a bit of a bounce/ jiggle to them. He laughed to himself and then spied the door out of the corner of his eye. “I think it’s time I go see if my partners have finished their missions yet,” Stretch snickered as he finished fondling himself and headed for the door to meet up with Fatso and Stinky.
Hook had wandered into the forest on the edge of town looking for clues about any dark plans Gold might have for the town. Fatso and Stinky were hot on his trail. Fatso ogled Hook in all his tight leathery goodness from his ass hugging pants to his chest groping vest and long trench coat, it was a leather paradise for him. And Hook’s sexy good looks, unfailing smolder, and quick whit were icing on the perfect yummy cake for the big ghost.
Fatso watched from a distance as Hook weaved through the trees looking for any sign that Gold had been there recently. The big ghost rubbed his hands in anticipation of taking over the sexy pirate. “Might be a tight squeeze, but that ass of yours is all mine now fleshie,” he goaded to himself. He hide behind some tree branches waiting for the best time to strike. Hook moved some branches out of his way and said, “What the hell are you up to crocodile? What are you hiding from us?,” he said to himself pushing more branches aside.
“That’s it hot stuff, just a little closer,” Fatso whispered to himself watching Hook move closer. The pirate turned the corner and suddenly heard a deep bellowing laugh from above him. He looked up and saw Fatso quickly flying down from the trees towards him. Hook stood in gaping horror as the fat ghost approached him. He was about to scream for help when Fatso yelled, “Don’t ruin the party fleshie!,” and his head met Hook’s face.
Fatso’s head was pressed hard against Hook’s gaping mouth as the big ghost grabbed the back of Hook’s head and pressed his ghostly head hard against the pirate’s mouth. He was wiggling his tail frantically and twisting his head trying to squeeze into Hook. The pirate moaned in terror and squatted down trying to get away from Fatso. “Come on fleshie…open wider for me,” Fatso groaned as he tried squeezing in harder as the noise sounded like a balloon rubbing against Hook’s mouth.
Hook was moaning through Fatso and managed to compose himself enough to lift his hands and try to grab Fatso’s big jiggling belly. His hands phased right through Fatso, who laughed and said, “Ooo, that tickled fleshie!” Hook was feeling Fatso slowly cram his head even harder into his mouth and he groaned as he felt his lips stretching trying to give Fatso enough room to enter. He raised his hands again but this time tried pushing on Fatso’s big belly.
The ectoplasm jiggled, but Hook realized he was able to touch Fatso this way. He started peddling his hands in front of him desperately trying to push Fatso off. The ghost gripped Hook’s head harder and complained, “No way fleshie, you’re going to be mine!” Fatso felt his grip slipping as Hook sensed an opportunity and pushed super hard against Fatso. His belly jiggled and he lost his grip on Hook, who screamed as Fatso was shoved away from his mouth.
Fatso floated back up into the air and crossed his arms. “Damn it! Why can I never have the hot skinny guy?! That should’ve worked!,” he moaned. Hook ran screaming from the clearing as Fatso watched frustrated above. Hook hid behind a tree and peered out at the defeated ghost. “I guess I have to get the big guy,” Fatso moaned as he turned and flew off towards the center of town to take Robin.
Hook didn’t realize Stinky had been watching and giggling the whole time at Fatso’s attempt. “What the bloody hell was that??,” Hook asked panting for air. “That was Fatso, and that tub of ectoplasm should know better than to try and steal my fleshie,” Stinky laughed. Hook turned around and saw Stinky floated inches away from him with wide eyes as he eye banged the sexy pirate. Hook screamed again and took off running as Stinky said, “I do love a good fleshie hunt,” and flew after the pirate.
Hook was weaving through trees as he ran trying to get away from Stinky. He occasionally glanced over his shoulder at Stinky gaining on him. He wasn’t looking where he was going and tripled over a large root sticking out of the ground. Hook fell onto his knees as his leather trench coat tail fell off to the side with Hook’s tight leather covered ass pointed in the air for Stinky to ogle. “Woah momma! Fatso was right! You do have one fine ass fleshie!,” he said rubbing his hands together, “And it’s mine now!!,” he yelled diving towards Hook’s vulnerable butt.
Stinky hit Hook’s tight leather pants and phased right through as he slide between Hook’s plump ass cheeks like rubber and glided smoothly into the pirate’s tight virgin hole with a giggle. Hook screamed as he felt the cool ectoplasm slithering up his ass right through his pants. Stinky’s tail was flailing and thrashing as he invaded the pirate, causing his hips to sway slightly from side to side. “You think you’re sweaty now, what till I get done with you!,” Stinky laughed from inside Hook’s body as the pirate writhed and rolled around in the ground.
It felt like a cool, ghostly vibrator was moving past Hook’s prostate as Stinky continued sliding inside. Hook started to moan lightly in pleasure as Stinky went further and deeper into his ass which felt amazing. The last of Stinky’s tail phased through the pants and up Hook’s hole as it closed around it with a wet slurp and a pop. Hook yelped softly as he felt his hole close around Stinky and his cheeks immediately filled with ectoplasm as he rolled onto his back and Stinky cackled inside him.
Hook threw his limbs out wildly as he felt Stinky swell inside his lean body as he groaned. Hook smacked his hook onto the ground as Stinky joked, “I’ve hooked you now fleshie, and soon you’ll be horned too!” The pirate writhed and moaned through full cheeks as Stinky inflated into every part of his body. Hook’s stomach was churning and swaying from all the movement the possession caused. Hook’s head was rolling from side to side when his hands grasped his belly to steady himself, he swallowed Stinky’s ectoplasm hard with a squelch, and a boom was heard from within his stomach as his head looked down and he fell silent for a few seconds.
Suddenly his head lifted up and he started giggling like Stinky as he pulled himself to his feet. “Woah, tubbo was right about you mate,” Stinky mocked the way Hook spoke. He ran his new hands all over his leather clad body savoring how the tight material hugged his everything like a glove. He felt his pecs, cock, abs, and then his hands found the perfect bubble ass he had just invaded and gave it a good grope. Stinky giggled and winced from the squeeze and said, “Fatso was right, this is one HELL of an ass you’ve got! But I think I need to personalize you a bit more if you don’t mind fleshie!,” he laughed to himself.
He closed his eyes and sighed. As he did, a thick cloud of Stinky’s infamous foul breathe seeped out of Hook’s sexy mouth and began swirling around Hook’s body, enveloping the hunky pirate. As the musk traveled over Hook’s body, it began to throb and stretch. His cock inflated, his pecs swelled, his arms and legs bulged, and his already killer ass ballooned until the leather groaned barely able to contain Hook’s improved body.
The cloud dissipated and Stinky marveled at his new body which was now sweating a great deal from the growing. Stinky lifted his arms, allowing his stronger sweaty musk to escape from Hook’s leather covered pits to rise through his sleeves as Stinky inhaled deeply. “Ahhhhh, that’s more like it!,” he laughed. He felt his bulked up body all over and loved the mix of sweat and leather. He groped his new bigger ass like never before and moaned at how sensitive it was. “Quite the money maker I’ve got now,” he laughed slapping his ass cheeks, “Can’t wait to show the fellas!,” he said as he turned and headed towards the center of two to meet up with Fatso and Stretch.
In the heart of town, Robin had just reached the town library under the big clock tower and entered the seldom busy building which was closed for the weekend. Fatso was hovering above, still bitter about not getting his sexy pirate body. “Why do I always have to get the big guys?,” he moaned to himself. He followed Robin through the front door and floated silently behind the infamous bandit. Robin made his way through the countless rows of books searching for clues to Gold’s possible plans.
He saw a table at the end of a row of books covered in scattered open books and papers and thought it could be Gold’s handy work. Fatso was floating a few inches behind waiting for his opportunity. Robin examined the table and fingered through the assorted materials about plants and minerals and Wiccan religious beliefs (this was research Belle was doing to come up with a charm to prevent Rumple from using dark magic in the future). “What the hell is the Dark One scheming now?,” he asked out loud.
He continued rifling through the the papers when he heard a thud from two isles over. He went to investigate and found a huge tome that had fallen off the shelf. He picked it up and placed it back on the shelf. “This place always did give me the creeps,” he said. Suddenly he heard a deep hearty laugh from behind him as Fatso said, “You ain’t seen nothin’ scary yet fleshie!” Robin turned around to see Fatso gliding towards him, blue belly jiggling as he moved.
Robin was frozen in fright and Fatso was chuckling to himself as he neared the sexy bandit. Robin opened was standing with his legs spread out as he was frozen where he stood. “Well you might be bigger fleshie, but at least you’re hot!,” Fatso joked. He slammed his big head into Robin’s crotch and phased right through his pants and his big head slide into Robin’s cock as Fatso laughed. Robin yelped from the intrusion and Fatso’s arms quickly sank into his cock after his head as the room sounded like a big balloon was deflating.
Robin was moaning as Fatso’s big tail made his cock bloat to let him through. His cock had stretched considerably and Fatso’s big, thick tail was wagging and squirming like crazy in Robin’s crotch. Robin gained his composure enough to try and push on Fatso’s rapidly shrinking tail, which only made the belly jiggle and Fatso laughed, “You ain’t keepin’ me out fleshie, possession’s 9/10’s the law, and you’re all mine!” Robin groaned as he felt his stomach start to expand the fit all of Fatso inside it.
Robin was groaning as the last of Fatso slipped into his cock with a wet schloop and a slurp, a grunt from Robin and a chuckle from Fatso. Robin’s cheeks immediately puffed up as Fatso fit entirely inside him and the bandit felt bloated to the max like a stuffed animal. Robin felt the girthy ghost balloon out from his stomach as he laughed from inside. “You’re more roomie in here than I thought big guy,” Fatso laughed. Robin started to stumbled around, knocking into bookshelves as he went.
He was groaning through his filled mouth as he was possessed. Robin stumbled stomach first into the table and Fatso groaned in unison with Robin as he thrust back off and spun around. “Not so rough fleshie, you’ve got precious cargo in here!,” Fatso laughed deeply, Robin feeling the laughing, jiggly ghost belly inside his own slightly bloated one. Robin’s limbs flailed out sporadically as Fatso took him over. Robin continued stumbling and spinning until he made his way to the center of the library.
His belly was no pulsating and churning with a mind of its own as Fatso settled and Robin’s hands came down to grab his belly as he swallowed the ectoplasm hard with a squelch and a thunderous boom from his stomach. Robin fell silent and his head was down emotionless. Suddenly the deep chuckle that was previously coming from Robin’s belly now appeared to be coming from his mouth. He lifted his head with a big silly grin on it.
“Well it was fun invading you after all meat bag!,” Fatso laughed. He rubbed his toned belly and said, “But I think I need to personalize ya a bit to suit me if ya know what I mean,” he chuckled. He closed his eyes and filled his cheeks with air like a blowfish. His body started to jiggle and vibrate as he morphed. His face became a bit rounder and pudgier, his arms and legs had some extra fat added to them. His pecs looked a little more like man boobs but still firm, his abs bulged out to cover a muscle gut underneath. His ass got a bit more flabby and his cock and balls grew larger as they stretched like rubber as Robin’s clothes could literally just contain Fatso’s improvements.
Fatso opened his eyes and started groping around his new body. “Hubba hubba, look who’s the belle of Fatso’s ball now fleshie!,” he joked to himself. He loved how Robin was still hunky but also chunky liked he liked his guys. “I don’t care what that old creep wants me to do, as long as I’m in this stud, I’m happy,” Fatso laughed smacking his muscle gut and feeling it jiggle. He gave his improved cock and nice grope through his pants and moaned in pleasure. He caught sight of the clock above the checkout desk and assumed the other two were ready. “Let’s go meet up with my brothers,” Fatso said to himself as he left the library to meet Stinky and Stretch.
Stretch strolled down Main Street in front of Granny’s dinner is his bulked up body and Charming never looked better. Stinky met up with him in his new Hook body and Stretch was impressed. “Damn, that leather really looks good on ya Stink!” Stinky giggles and replied, “And with all this sweat, it smells even better!” They turned and saw Robin walking towards them and heard Fatso’s victorious laugh from his mouth. “How does the big guy feel big guy?,” Stretch laughed. Robin grabbed his bigger muscle gut and jiggled it as Fatso responded, “Like a yummy dream come true.”
The three ogle each other’s sexy bodies and start a three way make out session with lots of grinding and groping. Stinky and Fatso feeling up Stretch’s pumped muscles, Fatso and Stretch squeezing the hell out of Stinky’s bubble ass, and Stinky and Stretch fondling Fatso’s nice big, hard cock. All the heat they’re generating starts to give off steam as the three hunks go at each other in the middle of Main Street. The three were so horny and lustful they didn’t even hear or see Gold appear in a swirling purple cloud of magic.
“If you three numbskulls are finished getting off with each other, I have work for you to do.” They ignored him and continued their group tongue wrestling. He sighed in frustration. “I understand you’ve been without bodies and sex and urges for over 100 years, but damn it listen to me,” he argued. They still were more interested in sex. Gold pulled the crystal out and as it glowed, the three hunks were forced backwards.
“Hey, what gives?!,” Stretch protested. “Yeah, we were stuck in that jar so long…,” Stinky whined. “…the least you could do is let us have some fleshie fun,” Fatso continued. Gold held out the crystal and replied, “No, but what I can do is pull you out of those bodies and put you back in that jar forever.” The three hunks remained quiet and listened to Gold intently. “Good, now we have lots of work to do. I plan on making this town my personal paradise where I’m happy and all the heroes are miserable.”
The three studs didn’t dare interrupt Gold for fear of his wrath. “…and that’s where you three bozos come into play. Inside these men, you not only keep them out of my hair, but you ruin their happy endings along with everyone close to them. And that’s perfect to me,” Gold laughed in his Rumple voice. “So we get to keep our sexy new bodies?,” Stretch inquired.
“I insist you do moron,” Gold replied annoyed. The three hunks laughed to themselves. “So what do you want us to do?,” Stinky asked. “Yeah, what can we do to help with that plan of yours?,” Fatso asked. “Go and pretend to be the heroes you now possess and await further instructions from me,” Gold said, “And don’t fuck this up!,” he yelled as he vanished in another purple smoke cloud. The three looked at each other, smirked, and headed off. Hook towards Emma, Robin towards Regina, and Charming towards Snow, ready to make some unhappily ever after a for Gold.
Might have seen this one on a few other tumblrs, but it’s still one of my absolute favourites written by “Curious”! I’ll probably post a few more of his works if I have the time. Look forward to it! /Verus
“What?” Jeremy whispered raising his eye inquisitively.
“Well, you see… It’s just that… I….” I started to stutter out. I made this big deal about how I was finally going to get up the courage to tell him how I feel and here I am making a fool out of myself.
“You what?” he asked a bit more gently.
“I… uh… uhm I l-“ I could feel my cheeks flushing with color, why was this so hard? I took a deep breath and before I knew it the words came tumbling out:
“I love you!” I semi-shouted. Oh damn, my face was really burning now.
“I-“ he was cut mid-sentence as a sudden spasm went throughout his body and I saw a mischievous flicker in his eye as they temporarily flashed a dark brown instead of his usual blue. Must have been a trick of the light?
“Oi, so this is him, eh?” Jeremy’s had said those words, but he didn’t talk like that. He looked himself over, and turned around looking at his back-end. Before finally he reached down with one hand and felt his package. “Wow, got quite the monster in there now doesn’t he?” he winked.
By now I started feeling light-headed. Was this his sick way of blowing me off? I was snapped back to reality when I saw him undo his pants and pull them down, revealing a nice seven or eight inch cock, neatly trimmed.
“Wow…” he gasped to himself before swinging his hips from side to side, watching his package bounce every which way, “It’s so much heavier…” He said before reaching down and starting to pump it.
This was more than I could stand, my blood was boiling and I had no intention of holding back exactly what was on my mind, “Dude, if you didn’t feel the same fucking way all you had to do was say so. Not do… This!” I gestured at him, “Fucking a I-“
“Woah, woah. Slow your roll homey.” He said between gasps, clearing enjoying his cock. A cocky ass fucking grin on his face.
“First off-“ I cut him off, still steaming from how inappropriately he was handling this.
“Woah, I’m not your friend Brian, or Scott, or whatever the hell his name… is” He bit his lip.
“What the hell are you talking about? You’re obviously Jeremy. Anyone with fucking eyes can see that.” A sly grin crept across his face, “Exactly, see.” He let out one final moan as stream after stream came shooting out of his now shrinking cock. He let out a final sigh before taking a bit on his finger and licking it.
What did he mean by that?
“I’m not whoever it is you think I am right now. True, I did hijack his body but I’m not whoever the fuck this is.” He said as he stood up and began making out with me.
I pushed him back.
“Dude, you want it or not? I know this beast has got some juice left in it.” He said as he winked before going in for the kiss again.
I pushed him off again, “First tell me what the hell’s going on.”
He sighed, “You’re no fun.” He had a slight pout on his face. “Well, I’ve always had this ability. I first discovered it when I was younger and I was getting picked on in P.E.. I had wound up in the locker room again with a bloody nose from all the intention balls lobbed at my face and the coach sent me to the locker room to shower up. I was sitting in the bathroom stall waiting for the blood to stop and I remember sitting there wishing that I had some way to make those kids pay. When suddenly I felt very light and I could see my body below me,” he ran a hand down Jeremy’s body. “I was really scared and didn’t know what was going on and naturally the coach came in to check on me so I ran to him for help. But it didn’t matter, no matter how much I yelled at him, or gestured he seemed to ignore me and didn’t even seem to notice me right in front of him. He turned around mumbling something about how I must have gone home and I was so mad at him for ignoring me too, that I threw my hands out to shove him. He stood up straight abruptly. I looked down and my hands were inside of him. He wasn’t moving, so I began to wonder… And I pushed into him, and I could feel him convulsing as I slowly took control of his limbs. He collapsed to the floor and when he opened his eyes, I was in control.
The first thing I felt was the cool tile on my face, and I felt different… Heavier… I started to get up and as I pushed myself up, I felt a lot stronger. After I’d stood up I felt like everything was so much smaller. I adjusted the waistband of my shorts trying to get comfortable. I couldn’t get comfortable. I finally pulled them down and I could see why; my penis was so much bigger than I remembered it being, and it had hair on it! I ran over to the mirror to see the reflection of Coach Smith looking back at me!
I couldn’t believe it! I posed a little, enjoying his much more muscular, adult, physique. His everything seemed so huge compared to my much younger , under-developed body. I was in the middle of examining myself when an idea slowly crept into my mind. I could make those kids pay with the coach’s body. A devilish grin crept across my face as I walked back out into the gym blowing my whistle. All the kids stopped playing and I announced a change of plans. A free period to do whatever anyone wanted, but I made the 5 specific boys who made my life miserable do all sorts of ridiculous exercises, threatening to fail them for the whole semester, (and in the only class they were passing with an “A”!) I fucking loved it, the power that came with this body. I also got a rush making Coach bend to my every whim. Sadly the bell rang and I had no choice but to let them go. It was the end of the day so they went straight home instead of showering. I went back to Coach’s office in the locker room unsure of what to do now.
I wanted to go home too but I couldn’t think how to even begin leaving his body and getting back to mine. To pass the time I started going through Coach’s desk and I found some pretty naughty magazines. One was a DVD and I popped it into Coach’s DVD player and watched. Let’s just say it didn’t take long to catch on how to please Coach’s, or rather, my body for the time being. Not knowing what was coming, I got up and started to run to the toilet because I thought I had to pee when it all came out anyways, and I felt immediately relaxed and I felt coach’s body start to fall to the ground and I pulled back to fight falling and I was out. I went back to my body and as I walked out, I laughed because his face had landed in the stuff that he had “pee-d” out. Hehe, yeah, I thought adults pee-d some weird shit when I was younger. But let’s just say as time went on I got more used to my ability and I definitely spent more and more time in coach’s body, but that’s off track.
Back to now. I was just bored on a night out with the Mrs. so I decided to come look for some fun and your friend’s body here looked like it would get me what I needed. I just wanted a quick hook-up. A smug grin crept across his face.
“Tell you what, you help me, and I’ll help you learn to do this too. We got a deal?” he stuck out Jeremy’s hand.
“Uh, yeah sure I guess.” I said shaking his hand.
“Excellent.” He said as he sat down and dropped his pants. “Get to suckin’!”
I’d never taken a dick to the mouth before, but I did think about it a lot with Jeremy.. So I slowly leaned down and next thing you know I feel his hands come to the back of my head, shoving it up and down on his shaft, I gagged but I quickly squeezed my thumb, fighting the urge to vomit. I could hear Jeremy’s body starting to gasp, and he even let out a few moans, and I could feel a stiffening in his shaft so I tried to pull off when I felt those same hands shove it back on.
I nearly gagged as I received splurges of his sploosh in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but whoever this was told me I needed to swallow it which I begrudgingly did.
“Wow, you’re a good little cock-sucker. I’ll have to remember that the next time I need a hit.” I could see the look of a hunter who just successfully captured his prey. That expression on Jeremy’s face, it wasn’t right.
“Well congrats kid!” I then felt a hand reach down and pull me out of my body. Time seemed to stand still in this state. I could see my body still on its knees, mouth on Jeremy’s shrinking cock. Fuck, I wanted that for so long…
I looked to Jeremy and I could see the face of a much older, pudgier, man pulling out of his body. I was mortified.
“You want to try? Come on… I know you do!” He gestured to Jeremy.
I couldn’t… Could I? and before I knew it I felt a strong shove from behind and I flew into Jeremy. I felt his body spasm. Then I saw my body give a shake as it looked up taking its mouth off my cock.
“This’ll be more fun…” He started using my body to massage my cock again, and I felt the blood rushing too it, I felt a bit lightheaded but I guess I wasn’t used to that much blood engorging my groins. I saw a sly smile on my face as it took my cock back in its mouth once again. I moaned rather loudly. Jeremy was uncut and as such his dick was so sensitive! I started gasping and I felt my body’s mouth release.
“Now comes the fun part…” Did my voice really sound like that? Weird.
I saw my body turn around and spread its cheeks, before slowly lowering itself onto my now throbbing cock, I felt the pressure immediately and Jeremy’s instincts took over as I felt his big, strong, hands grab my body’s hips and pull him down onto my cock. My body had never been anally penetrated and I could hear my body’s whimpers of pain. But I didn’t care, I was too enticed with lust and I flipped my body over so it was on all fours.
I slowly pulled out, but I could feel my sphincter tightening, trying to keep my cock in there. I pressed slowly back in, as my body wasn’t used to the friction yet, but after a few more thrusts it loosened up and I could hear it now panting happily as I started gyrating at a steadily faster pace. Fuck I loved Jeremy’s cock! I could see drool escaping my body’s mouth as he continued to moan with pleasure. I felt my loins tighten and with one final thrust the glorious release came and I sighed happily, allowing the cum to flow freely into my body’s awaiting ass. I could see my body furiously jerking its cock, before splurging all over the carpet.
“Fuck that was even better… I wouldn’t have taken you for the virgin type. It felt nice.” My body said. “Oh, I guess I better be getting back to the Mrs. now.” He gestured out the window and I looked and saw a really ripped gentleman walking out of the theatre across the street with a beautiful woman latched onto his arm.
“But I thought your body went unconscious when you possessed someone else?” I said, still not used to the rumble of Jeremy’s baritone.
“It does. But, do you see that guy and his smokin’ hot wife? Why should I bust my ass to look that great when that guy does it because he loves it? He puts in all the work and I reap all the benefits. I’ve made him my permanent residency. Looks like the date went well… she’s nibbling on his ear. Poor guy, hasn’t had sex in months. I always take control of the wheel when it comes to play time. He has a nice cock too. Even got a piercing down there! Makes sex so much better let me tell you… Guy’s an animal. His muscle memory fucks so well. I’m practically screaming the moment his cock touches anything. Well, there goes my ride!”
And with that, I saw the portly man leave my body and fly down into that man. It was smooth, I guess that body was just used to him by now. He looked up to the window and winked before holding the car door open for his wife and then leaving.
I looked down at my unconscious body still impaled on Jeremy’s cock. What to do, and how do I go back…?
I had just arrived home from work when I saw my Dad, come out through the foyer in nothing but shorts. The moment he saw me, he took big steps towards me and kissed me.
"Oh, hi 'son'… how was work today?"
"Oh come on babe… you know you don'y have to call me that anymore… You may be my dad now, but you're my boyfriend deep down hehe…"
A few months ago…
This is my boyfriend, Jake. We had been in a relationship for three years after having met on a blind date and found out that we also go to the same university.
While I'm more on the introverted side, he was more of the social butterfly in the relationship. Despite our different personalities, we were compatible and he was the more dominant one in the bedroom and also he knows I love being dominated and getting tied up, so our sex life was super great hehe.
However, our relationship was cut short when Jake died in a car accident after a drunk truck driver ran the red light and plowed into Jake's car.
His death really destroyed me and I kept crying for weeks mourning his death. My dad, who didn't know about my relationship with Jake, asked what's wrong but I couldn't bring myself to tell him and kept everything to myself.
One day, I bought an ouija board from an antique shop to try to summon the ghost of my boyfriend. When I used it, he immediately answered me through the board and I was super happy.
I used the planchette to try to see if I can find my boyfriend. But when I did, I could not see anyone and was disappointed. However, when I put it down, I was shocked when I saw Jake's face inches away from me, fully naked.
"Hi, babe!"
'Aargghh!" I screamed in shock. My shock turned to one of missing his dead boyfriend as Jake winked at me.
"Jake… I-I…." Before I can finish my sentence, he turned physical and kissed me, hard. "H-How can I kiss you?!"
"I was shocked as well, I had been wanting to kiss you the moment you called on me and was surprised I can kiss you!"
"I-I miss you Jake… I was so sad you died and now you're here!"
Before Jake can answer, my dad suddenly entered the room and I immediately hid the ouija board. "Hey son, why are you screaming? Everything okay?"
Apparently, my dad can't see Jake being with me so I immediately lied, "Oh, n-nothing dad, I thought I saw a cockroach and screamed. You know how much I hate cockroaches."
When my dad left the room, Jake and I immediately got to talking. I told him that I've been missing him and all the times we've been together.
Suddenly, he made himself physical again and touched my growing bulge. "Wanna do it, babe?"
Without hesitation, I kissed him hard and we started fucking on my bed and I can bet you we did all the things that we have fantasized about and done before.
The next day…
After our night of fucking, I fell asleep in bed with him next to me and when I woke up in the morning, I was sad when I saw that Jake was gone. Even though it was only for a short time, I'm glad that he was there so that I can say goodbye.
Or, that was what I thought when I suddenly saw my dad acting weird when I went to the bathroom and saw him. He was touching his big abs and penis, and also moaning while doing so.
"Dad, what the fuck?!"
Dad turned around and pulled me into the bathroom.
"Babe, it's me! Jake!"
"What? Please tell me this is some kind of dumb joke. And how did you even find out about him?"
"Babe, I promise you it's me, your, well, boyfriend now dad!" He then proceeded to spill out things that only he knows about me, from where we had our first date to what things he knows I like him doing to me during sex.
Then he told me how it happened.
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The night before (Jake's POV)
Being a bit turned on by the dad's body, I wanted to see for myself what he looks like up close and so I went to his room.
I flew into his room, and he was taking a selfie and it looks like he's preparing to sleep. When I floated behind him, I was mesmerised by his body and just wanted to touch his muscles.
Instead, I felt myself getting sucked into him through his back and I tried to pull away, but it didn't do anything and I ended up getting sucked in.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in your dad's body and was shocked.
"Damn… I'm not sure what had happened but I'm starting to like this hehehe…" I then used my new hands to jerk myself off and pinched myself in the nipples, moaning ecstatically as I reveled in the pleasures of having a new body.
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When he finished, I was shocked. "I admit, I was curious about your dad and his hot body. If you remember, I always wanted to have a big burly body but well now I can't as a ghost."
Not gonna lie, seeing my dad with his sweaty body and big arms gave me a hard on, and Jake noticed.
Grinning, Jake walked up to me and said, "Wanna have a taste of my new hot body babe? I'm guessing seeing your dad be controlled by me gave you a hard-on. And you know I won't ever leave your side now that I'm in control of your dad."
And what followed was a full day of weekend fucking and getting to know my dad's body as Jake used Dad's strength to pin me to my bed and suck my nipples, tie me up, and dominate me.
In the present…
In order to be able to pull off this relationship, we left the house we were living in and moved to another neighborhood where no one knows us, and it was easier since our family had cut off all ties after my dad approved of my sexuality.
When I asked him what happened to Dad, he told me that the moment he entered my Dad, my dad had been silent, so either he's here but asleep or he's gone, since there hasn't been any resistance.
As he continued to fuck me in our bedroom, he says, "I'm gonna fuck you hard baby, and I want you to please me with your mouth on my cock."
"Looking good there, Mr Powell!" Andy said as he oogled his dad's best friend.
"Thank you, Andy. I've been hitting the gym pretty hard, lately." The mature sexy man said before he began to pose.
He raised his arms and put his hand behind his head, showing his pits, to highlight his biceps. He crunched his abs, so people could count them. He was wearing a yellow tiny speedo that made his thick quads stand out. Andy shifted his legs so the boner inside his own speedo wouldn't show, and applauded.
"Don't encourage him!" Exclaimed the young man's father. "He's been that cocky since highschool. He doesn't need anyone to cheer for him."
The two old friends began to banter under Andy's attentive glance. The Powells were visiting them at their beach house for the weekend. Andy had a crush on the older gentleman since he could recall and seeing him on the beach didn't soften the feeling. On the contrary, it was harder than ever.
That evening after dinner, the women went to bed earlier. Andy's parents slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and Andy had lent the Powells the smaller bedroom upstairs while he took the tiny room on the ground floor. The men stayed up playing poker and drinking a whiskey from Andy's father's collection that the boy hated, but he wanted to feel included so he pretended to drink slowly as the mature men downed glass after glass. A couple hours in, Andy's dad was quite drunk and decided to hit the sack, too. The young man and his crush, stayed awake for one last "drink", the hunky man clearly more tipsy than his companion.
"You have to tell me your secret, Mr. Powell." Andy said. "I go to the gym almost every day but I don't look like you. You're a beast!"
"I don't know what to tell you, kid." Answer the man. "I just follow instructions. I got a personal trainer and nutritionist that tells me what to eat and what exercises to do. He must know what he's doing because I've never been in better shape. But don't underestimate you, kid. You are in great shape, too. And your genetics didn't help, looking at your dads beer gut. Hahaha!!" He laughed at his joke.
"I definitely don't have a beer gut." Said Andy as he took off his tee shirt to show his flat stomach. "Let's see yours!" He encouraged the older man.
Mr. Powell, who loved attention didn't doubt for a second and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his physique.
"Looks like you beat me in the abs department, kid." Said Mr Powell. Andy's abs were more ripped than his. This was a little blow into the man's ego and his competitive side flourished. "But my arms are bigger". He showed his guns to Andy.
"Jesus Christ! They're enormous. Let me feel them." Andy didn't wait for an answer and circled one of the man's biceps with his hands. "Oh my god! I can't barely grab them."
Mr Powell loved to show up his progress and flexed stronger to Andy's delight. Andy kept caressing his father's friend's arms, even running his hands several times over his muscular chest, without the man perceiving this attention as anything more than interest in his physique. Andy was enjoying finally being able to touch his childhood crush like this, but now that he'd tried it, he wasn't going to settle for just that; he wanted more. Andy took a step back and flexed his arms to show his progress. Mr. Powell squeezed the young man's biceps with his large hands, just as he had done before. The contact of those hands sent blood to Andy's member, which began to slowly grow inside his underwear. Andy got bolder and pulled down his gym shorts, leaving him in just a pair of blue briefs. His bulge was clearly visible and filled the front of the underwear, but the older man didn't seem to notice.
"Let's compare legs, Mr Powell. I'm very proud of mine." Andy said.
Mr Powell was eager to win this impromptu competition and took off his pants. He was wearing loose-fitting striped boxers that covered more than the tiny swimsuit he wore at the beach. Andy was bummed when he saw them, but that didn't stop him from his mission. Andy flexed his left quad and slapped it a couple times to show the other man how strong it was. Mr Powell touched it with both palms, and felt the tightness of the muscles under the skin.
"Very impressive, kid, but let me show you how the pros do it". Mr Powell rolled up the leg of his underwear to reveal more of his leg and copied the young man's pose. Andy didn't hesitate and immediately knelt down to get a better feel of that thick thigh. He caressed it from the knee to the hip, even slipping his fingertips under the thin fabric to reach the groin. If the older man felt uncomfortable at any point, he didn't show it. Andy repositioned his boner inside his briefs so it wouldn't stretch the pouch obscenely.
"Ok, you win, old man. Now turn around and let me see those glutes". Ordered Andy.
"You're not winning that one, kid. Squats are my favourite!" Said Mr Powell while he obeyed the order. He posed, flexing his glutes, but the wide fabric of the boxers didn't allow to see the form very well.
"This underwear wasn't made for posing." Said Andy while pulling the waistband. "I can't see correctly."
In his drunken state, the mature man didn't seem to care about nudity and got rid of the underwear. Andy finally saw for the first time the ass he'd been dreaming about since he was thirteen. He grabbed each mount of muscle with one hand and methodically squished and traced every muscle and crevice. The moment the man got tired of flexing, Andy quickly spread his cheeks and saw the tight hole of his father's friend. He stood up and slapped the bubble but.
"Ok, big guy. Just one last thing to compare." Andy said.
Mr Powell turned around, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Andy answered the question by pulling down his underwear and letting his hard dick sprung free. Mr Powell's eyes opened wide with surprise. He didn't expect the son of his best friend to be so forward, and so well hung.
Over the years, it was true that he had caught Andy watching him and looking away as soon as he noticed, or prolonging a hug or handshake longer than necessary. The kid always paid close attention to his stories and at the table he always ended up next to him or across from him during meals. Mr. Powell had attributed it to youthful infatuation, a male role model in which he could see himself reflected, but it seemed that there was more to it. In front of him was no longer a child; there was a strong young man in all his naked glory with a huge hard-on pointing in his direction. The booze and all the attention and the caresses over his worked muscles had made the older man chub up a little, but nothing compared to his companion. That erection was the product of a horny young man's sexual arousal, and he couldn't deny that he himself had caused it.
"Listen, Andy... This... This is not right. We shouldn't... I'm not..." Mr Powell couldn't find the words. The alcohol was part of the problem, but the shock was the main culprit.
"Mr Powell. We're not doing anything. We're just comparing our progress." Said the young man naughtily. "But we can't compare our manhoods like this. You need to catch up."
Once he said that, Andy took the surprised Mr Powell's meat in his hand and began jerking him off. The mature man muffled a deep moan when he felt the hand off his best friend's son pleasuring his neglected cock. Although he went to the gym every day, his penis was a muscle he hadn't exercised in quite some time. Having that attractive young guy so interested in him, and the taboo of the situation brought out the the most basic instincts in him, and decided to let go.
Seeing that his prey wasn't resisting and that his prick was gradually hardening, Andy continued with his plan. He placed his father's friend's cock beside his own and grabbed them both with the same fist to masturbate them simultaneously. He was resisting to cum every second after feeling his crush's skin warm and moist against his. He looked up from the sword fight and he came face to face with the mature man, whose eyes were closed and mouth slightly open, panting with every movement of his hand. Without asking, Andy lunged forward and passionately kissed those desired lips. Mr. Powell was surprised again, but Andy was a very good kisser and he quickly succumbed, returning the kid's kiss. The kiss was lustful, rushed, hurried... A kiss unlike any he'd shared with his wife. A kiss that made the older man feel desired again and incredibly horny.
Andy saw how the man let him do whatever he wanted, and how he was now like putty in his hands. He decided to change his plan and be more aggressive. He stopped the kiss and pushed Mr. Powell down onto the sofa. He moved closer until his erect member was just inches from his father's friend's mouth and gently placed his palm on the man's cheek.
"You said that you achieved this body by following instructions. Let's see how good you are." Andy looked into the seasoned man's eyes intensely. Mr Powell swallowed. "Suck my cock, Mr Powell". Ordered the younger guy.
As if he was hypnotized, not caring about his wife or his best friend and father of his lover sleeping upstairs, Mr Powell obeyed and placed his tongue under the enormous dick. It was a very beautiful cock; perfectly proportioned with a shiny pink head and sinuous veins running along the shaft. Then, he circled the head with his lips and prepared to begin the first blowjob of his life. He mimicked what women had done to him in his youth, with a little extra spice from some porn videos. The younger man threw his head back and let out a deep groan as he placed his hands on the back of the other's head to guide his movements. The inexperienced older man opened his mouth and let his new lover guide him, shoving his gorgeous cock inch by inch into his mouth, deeper and deeper. He felt the tip hit the bottom of his throat and tried to hold back the urge to gag, but his inexperience became noticeable and he coughed, having to take it out. The horny college boy stroked his conquest cheek to comfort him and directed him back towards his cock, this time inserting it more gently so he could get used to it. The flavor and texture surprised his dad's best friend. He didn't dislike it, but it had a saltyness that took some getting used to.
After a new attempt at a deep throat that left Mr Powell with teary eyes, Andy decided to return the favour. He sat the older man on the couch and gave him one of his expert blowjobs. The older man couldn't stay silent as he sighed and moaned and praised how good his best friend's son was making him feel.
"Yes, baby! Suck that cock! Jesus! I haven't felt so good since college! Don't stop!" Mr Powell kept repeating.
"If you want me to make you feel real good, close your eyes and trust me, Mr Powell". Andy tempted him.
"We're not going to fuck tonight, Andy"
"I'm not talking about that, Mr Powell."
Curiosity got the best of the muscular man so he decided to close his eyes and relaxed. Andy was very happy to have finally seen and, above all, eaten the cock he had dreamed of since he was a teenager, but since he had seen his father's friend on the beach with the small yellow swimsuit squeezing his bubble butt, he could only think of one thing. He took advantage of the mature hunk's position and fiercely attacked his anus, devouring it like a dog throws itself at its food bowl when it's hungry. Mr. Powell was startled, but the sensation of pleasure Andy gave him was so great that he let him continue with his rimming.
After thoroughly lapping the tight ring, the horny youngster inserted his middle finger into the hole and searched for his prostate. When he found it and methodically massaged it, Mr Powell let out a small moan.
"What is that? That felt incredible!" Exclaimed the older man.
"That's your prostate, big guy. Enjoy the ride."
Andy worked the virgin hole for a while. He inserted one finger after another, lubricated with his saliva until it was open enough for the next step. Without saying anything to his father's friend, who was busy squirming with pleasure, he placed the tip of his hard missile at his entrance and pushed in until half of it was buried. Mr Powell opened his eyes, scared and surprised, and opened his mouth to say something, but with another thrust, the young bull pushed his cock balls deep. The mature man's breath got caught in his throat and he rolled his eyes as Andy enjoyed the warm sensation of victory after claiming his childhood crush's virginity. After waiting a few seconds, he began to thrust his cock in and out, making the older man moan again.
Mr Powell was having the best feeling in the world. Jolts of electricity run through his body from his ass that was being deeply fucked by his best friend's sexy son. The kid had been so sneaky and clever. He couldn't believe he had been seduced by him, but here he was: getting railed on a couch like some cheap whore while his wife and the kid's parents were sleeping upstairs, blissfully unaware. And he was loving every bit. The pleasure was so intense he was having trouble not to scream his moans and the taboo nature of the situation was making him so horny he didn't know how it was possible that he hadn't cum yet.
That situation was about to be remedied because Andy grabbed the man's throbbing cock and started to jerk it off. A couple of strokes were enough for all the pleasure that Mr Powell was experiencing to concentrate at the base of his meat and explode in a powerful geyser that smeared the muscular and tanned torso that he was constantly sculpting in the gym. With that exciting vision, Andy didn't stay behind and fired his load into the not so virgin, mature hole.
The two men made out passionately as their breathing returned to normal. Once they could stand up, they went to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. What the horny couple didn't know was that almost from the beginning they had a secret audience. Andy's father hadn't gone to sleep, just to use the toilet for a moment, but when he came back down the two muscular men had already started comparing their bodies and seeing them in that situation he decided to watch the scene unfold from the shadow of the stairs. While the other two cleaned up in the shower, the owner of the house quickly took some kitchen paper to clean his own jizz from the floor before going to bed. The following morning he would have a serious conversation with his son and his best friend.
Strap in for one of my longest stories ever! There’s a lot of plot and plenty of smut to go with it. This is also the first body swap story I’ve written around an existing fictional character so I hope all you Omni-Man lovers out there enjoy this one.
If you’re intimidated by the size of this story then don’t worry because I’ve also posted it over on AO3! It’s been split up into 15 easier to digest chapters over there. Check it out here! Otherwise feel free to enjoy the Tumblr version ❤️
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For a long time now Earth had been subject to a subtle rise in super powered individuals. Some born with strange powers, others experimented on and some even cursed. Despite only making up a tiny fraction of the population, these people would shape society and the way humans live their lives. Some would use their powers for evil, causing terror and mayhem, while others used their powers for justice and good. This led to the creation of many superhero teams around the world, some of which followed their own rules while others worked closely with organisations such as The Global Defence Agency, GDA for short, led by Cecil Steadman. But across all the weird and wonderful superhero teams, there was one that stood out above all. The Guardians of the Globe. They were a collection of some of the world's finest heroes and a symbol of hope for everyone on earth. For the first ten years since their team debut, they were seen as every villain's worst nightmare. That was until he arrived…
Omni-Man.
He simply arrived on earth without warning one day. The first thing he did was take down an incredibly powerful sea monster single handed; even the strongest of heroes would’ve struggled against it yet he hardly broke a sweat. It turned out he was an alien from a far off planet. He claimed to have been sent to earth by his people so he could be the protector of this world. Naturally most people were unsure of this new visitor from outer space at first but over time the public grew to trust him. How could they not when he helped prevent crisis after crisis? It wasn’t long until he had his own superhero costume and identity that was adored by the masses. Not only that but he was quickly recognised as the new most powerful hero on the planet by a very wide margin. He performed feats that would’ve otherwise taken entire teams of heroes. His strength was so unbelievable that nobody even knew what his true limit was. Omni-Man was an unstoppable force and by proxy he became the new symbol of might, justice and peace for the world. One would outshine even the Guardians of the Globe. Most criminals quivered at the mention of his name and only the stupidest ones actually challenged him. But he never lost. In fact there were hardly any records of Omni-Man even getting hurt in a fight. It was no wonder he rose to the very top of the popularity rankings almost immediately after being added to the public vote.
Unfortunately even his presence couldn’t put a complete stop to all the different kinds of monsters, villains and even the odd few alien invasions that frequently put innocent lives in peril. The difference now was that everyone held onto the hope that Omni-Man would save them no matter the threat. And he always did. His casualties were very few and his success rate was practically a hundred percent.
Almost twenty years have passed since. Omni-Man has long since cemented himself in the minds of many. Most youngsters don’t even remember a world without him. Beyond that he had super fans galore who would do anything to meet him and it was no wonder. After all he wasn’t just powerful, he was drop dead gorgeous too. His chiselled features were framed by a strong jaw and matched by a set of sharp piercing blue eyes that made him the image of masculinity. The way his hair shifted from black to silver near his temples gave him an added air of rugged maturity and immediately qualified him for the rank of sexy silver fox. And who could possibly forget the iconic mustache that’d sat just underneath nose since the day he arrived on earth. All that coupled with that fact that his body was epitome of male perfection made him completely irresistible. Every muscle group from his pecs and biceps to his quads and glutes looked as though they’d been carved by the gods themselves in an effort to mould him into the perfect man. Need we even mention the tight and revealing spandex his hero suit was made out of.
He was every man and woman’s living wet dream. Endless admirers had confessed their undying love for him which only increased the demand for his true identity to be uncovered. What was his real name? Where did he live? What did he do when he wasn’t saving the world? Sadly for all those admirers, the civilian identity of Omni-Man was kept safe and secure thanks to the GDA and their advanced methods of hiding information from the public, as shady as it was. Though it was still a wonder how the hell they managed it when the alien hero never even bothered to hide his face.
Needless to say, Omni-Man appeared to be untouchable in every sense. And for the longest time he was. That is until one man managed to hack his way into the GDA’s database undetected. His name was Viktor Hailburn. He was an undisputed super genius and underground villain. He didn’t have a supervillain name or anything like that. Just a goal. The same goal as most other super villains. To take over the world as its rightful ruler. Granted it sounded a little bland when you boiled it down but the details were where it got really interesting. Viktor had been perfecting his master plan for over ten years now and he always knew that Omni-Man would be the key. He didn’t know how at first but he soon figured it out.
He’d tested all of his machines and equipment a hundred times over. He’d run simulations of every possible outcome to his plan, good and bad. But to actually begin his plan Viktor would have to accomplish something that no other person on planet earth had ever done before. Something that most people would consider impossible. And that was to capture Omni-Man. It was a monumental task and was partly the reason his plan had taken so damn long but there was no other way. Even someone as seemingly perfect as Omni-Man had to have a weakness somewhere. Something that could be exploited.
That’s what led him to hacking into the GDA database. He knew they’d have extensive files on him and for the most part they didn’t disappoint. Viktor found out that Omni-Man’s real name was Nowl-Ahn though he changed the spelling to Nolan shortly after arriving on earth. Viktor learned all about Omni-Man’s given reasons for being here as well as the name of his home planet Viltrum. He also learned that the hero had started a family with a woman named Deborah Grayson whom he’d married and taken the last name of. They even had a son named Mark. Viktor made sure to catalogue all the information he could get. All of it was valuable for sure but no matter how deep he dove into the GDA’s most top secret files, he couldn't find any information on a known weakness. From what he could tell, the current contingency plan for Omni-Man going rogue more or less came down to throwing every hero and weapon on the planet at him in the hopes that a miracle would happen. It was a downer for sure but Viktor refused to give up. So instead he resigned to watching every fight Omni-Man engaged in from there on out in the hopes that one day he’d find the Achilles heel he was looking for.
So after a couple years of passively observing Omni-Man’s battles, Viktor would eventually find luck while watching live footage of the hero fighting against an enormous bird-like dinosaur. At first the battle didn’t seem at all special. Omni-Man fended off the creature effortlessly while keeping it from getting too close to civilians. He drew it away from the city it’d been attacking to minimise collateral damage when taking it down. Just as Nolan seemed to be readying himself for a finishing strike however, the dinosaur let out a horrifying scream. Viktor watched on his monitor with wonderful curiosity as Omni-Man covered his ears in pain before falling from the sky. He almost crashed straight into the ground but he was able to regain his composure as soon as the scream stopped. After that the Dinosaur didn’t get a chance to do it again. Omni-Man flew towards it at full speed and tore straight through its body in a fashion that seemed unusually brutal. There was a vexed scowl on the hero's face for just a moment before he flew off and left the GDA to clean up the mess.
At that moment Viktor realised he’d found something big. Something about that scream had stunned Omni-Man. It couldn’t have just been the volume of it. After all Omni-Man had battled much bigger monsters with much louder roars and he’d never batted an eye. Yet this one hurt him. Viktor deduced that it must’ve had something to do with the frequency of the sound. He wasn’t sure why exactly but it seemed to disrupt something in the hero’s body, making him vulnerable. Something to do with his alien biology most likely. Immediately Viktor couldn’t stop the biggest grin from spreading across his face. He’d found what he was looking for. Now all he had to do was study the sound and replicate it. If his theory was correct then suddenly all of his plans would be possible.
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Months after his battle with that dino monster, Nolan had faced dozens upon dozens of other creatures and not one managed to lay a scratch on him. Today was no different. He’d just flown back home after saving Barcelona from an alien kaiju and was looking forward to peeling off his costume. All he wanted now was a nice long shower before settling into the evening with his wife and son. Unfortunately he barely got two steps into the house before what felt like an earthquake shook the ground. The quake was accompanied by an explosion not far away. Whatever it was, it wasn’t natural. Nolan let out a sigh. Just another annoying pest to deal with most likely. He strongly thought about ignoring it. After all, he does most of the work saving this pathetic excuse for a species nowadays. Why not let the other local heroes and the GDA earn their paychecks for once? But after a long moment of consideration, he decided that, whatever it was, it was closer to his house than he was comfortable with. So with irritated grunt, Nolan stepped outside again and launched back into the sky before darting towards the commotion.
He reached the other side of the neighbourhood in seconds to find what appeared to be a massive armoured war machine. It was causing chaos without reason as it smashed through all nearby homes and vehicles. Nolan had half a mind to just rip the robot in half before tossing it into space. Unfortunately he couldn’t tell if it was being controlled remotely or via a pilot on the inside. If the latter was true then he didn’t want to be seen ruthlessly murdering a human if he could help it. He had an image to maintain after all. That in mind he made sure to keep a lid on his power as he charged at the rampaging metal monster.
The robot was just seconds away from stepping on an innocent couple when the heel of Nolan’s boot smashed into its navel. It stumbled on its mechanical legs for a moment, trying to regain its balance, but Nolan didn’t give it the chance as he followed up with a swift uppercut to the head. The robot collapsed onto its back, crashing into the pavement.
“If anyone’s in there, I’d suggest you exit that tin can. Otherwise I’d be more than happy to pull you out myself.” Nolan commented with that trademark smirk of his. Some of the nearby civilians had already begun to cheer at the sight of him.
“Sorry Omni-Man! Unfortunately for you I’m not dumb enough to attempt this in person.” Came a transmitted voice through a speaker on the machine's head. “I must apologise for causing such a mess so close to your home. I was worried one of your buddies from The Guardians might show up instead if I went anywhere else.”
Nolan grunted with amusement. “They’re my colleagues. Not buddies.” There was a twinge contempt in his voice as he folded his arms over his robust pecs. “And you would’ve been better off fighting them anyway; now you’ve given me the go ahead to throw your little toy into the sun.”
“Oh please. My plan was never to fight you.” The robot echoed as more speakers began to emerge from its body. “It was simply to have you all to myself.”
Nolan hardly had a moment to wonder what the words meant before the speakers began to blare with a very specific sound. One that was almost identical to the shriek of that dinosaur. Only this version of the noise had been amplified multiple times over. The caped superhero couldn’t help letting out an excruciating howl. It felt as though something was drilling inside his head and poking at his brain. The pain was so immense that he fell to the ground where he writhed against the hard concrete. Both hands holding his head as he cursed through screams of agony. The man who’d been hailed as the strongest being on the planet was helpless.
The last thing Nolan remembered before blacking out was being picked up by one of the robots massive hands. It gripped his body tight before activating a jet pack and taking flight into the sky. He felt the world around him beginning to spin and fade as the noise continued to buzz in his ears until Nolan finally slipped from consciousness.
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When Nolan finally awoke, the first thing he noticed was that noise again. It was still there ringing in his head. Only now for some reason he wasn’t in any pain. His eyes opened slowly to the glow of bright sterile lights. He blinked a few times as he was met by what looked to be the inside of a shining laboratory filled to the brim with a whole slew of machines. The moment he tried to move however, his body wouldn’t respond. No matter how hard he tried to lift just one of his arms, nothing.
“W-wh-at… th-e… f-fu-c-k…” Nolan struggled to speak. Just moving his mouth right now was a battle. He seemed to be sitting down but it was hard to tell since he couldn’t move his head either. It was tilted up too high to actually see his own body and confirm but he assumed it was a metal chair of some kind given his surroundings. That said. He shifted his eyes around to try and get a wider scope of the place he was in. It was difficult without being able to move his head but amongst the machines he noticed all kinds of tools and gadgets as well as a table across the room with some open schematics for who knows what. He also noticed how some of the contraptions seemed to be human sized test tubes. They were facing away from him though, making them difficult to see inside. Then over to the right, just in the corner of his eye, he was able to make out the silhouette of the robot that’d captured him now sitting idle. The mere sight of it caused him to seethe with fury. He vowed to smash that thing into a million pieces the second he was able to free himself. Then he’d tear out the heart of whichever filthy human created it before reducing this entire place to rubble.
Just then he heard a door slide open. It must’ve been somewhere behind Nolan as he couldn’t see the source of the footsteps that followed. The steps were accompanied by the slurping of a straw mixed with humming. Moments later a man walked into view though he didn't look over at Nolan initially. Instead he strolled past and wandered over towards the giant test tubes before looking into them with an unreadable expression while sipping from a cup of soda.
“Le-t m-me… go… be-f-ore… I r-ri-p… yo-u-ur… t-thr-oa-t… ou-u-t…” Nolan managed to croak out. His words immediately caught the man’s attention who nearly spat out his drink as he turned to look at the bound superhero.
“Jesus! You’re awake?!” Viktor was ironically too stunned to move for a moment as he stared at Omni-Man. After catching his bearings, he slowly approached the strongest man alive. Slightly weary for a moment as the alien hero stared daggers at him. “You’ve been out for over a week but of course the second I go out to burgermart you start to wake up.” He was equal parts fascinated and terrified as he moved closer. “Well you must still be paralysed otherwise I doubt I'd still be standing here. Your conscious mind alone must’ve acclimated somehow to the sound that's been keeping you sedentary for me.” Despite his deduction he was almost hesitant to get too close as if Omni-Man might jump out at him at any second. But he pushed past his fear. He set down the soda cup on a nearby workbench before closing the distance between them. His heart felt as though it was about to burst right out of his chest with how hard and fast it was beating. “Also… ripping people’s throats out isn’t a very superhero-y thing to do.”
“I’-ll… ge-et o-ou-t… of t-th-is.” Nolan threatened again, mustache quivering as he forced the words out with every bit of strength he had.
Viktor bit his bottom lip while scanning Omni-Man’s eyes. “You know, despite being immobilised, I actually believe you. I don’t know if you’re aware but you can be one scary alien mother fucker. I know that you’re meant to be this beacon of hope and good for the world but I’ve been watching you very closely for a long time. Watching your battles and public appearances. Every little piece of media you’ve got out there. And every now and then I’ve noticed this look in your eyes. You try to hide it behind your charm and charisma but there’s something dark in you. Something that I don’t think you want anyone on earth to see.” Viktor took a small step back and allowed his gaze to wander over Omni-Man’s body for a moment before locking eyes with the hero again. “I mean… just now you threatened to kill me in cold blood. That’s not the hero I and everyone else knows. We could chalk it up to your anger towards me for getting the better of you but I just don’t buy that.”
Nolan didn’t attempt to say another word. He wasn't about to entertain the suspicions of this pathetic worm no matter how right they may be. Instead he only narrowed his eyes with a growing fury.
There was a moment of silence between the two. The only sound that could be heard was the buzzing from the speakers around the room that kept Omni-Man paralysed. Viktor had grown used to the sound by now. It was irritating at first but overall harmless to humans.
“I bet you’re wondering how I did this huh? How I captured you.” Viktor stuffed his hands in his pockets as an egotistical smirk crept across his face. He went on to explain how he’d hacked into the GDA’s Database and had been watching all his fights through their spy drones. Looking for any kind of potential weakness the unstoppable man might’ve had. And he finally found it during Omni-Man’s fight with that feathered dinosaur. “I recreated its scream and produced a sound with an almost identical frequency. I wasn’t sure if it would work but as soon as I got my trusty robot over there to blast you with it, you were helpless. Since then I’ve studied your body and from what I can tell you’ve got a very complex inner ear system. If I were to guess it’s what enables you to fly and keep your equilibrium in check. Very incredible stuff.” Viktor explained with a half mocking whistle. “The only downside is that your inner ear can be super sensitive when struck by just the wrong kind of sound. In most cases it would cause extreme pain but over the week I’ve had you locked up in here I’ve done some testing. Monitoring your body’s response while making tiny adjustments to the sound until I finally found one that paralysed your nerves completely. God I’m such a fucking genius…”
Nolan was forced to endure as Viktor went on to gloat about how a weak human like him captured and subdued someone like Omni-Man. A feat not even the GDA had been able to crack. Viktor began to dance circles like a mad man around the chair Nolan was stuck in as he admitted how thrilling it was to finally be able to speak to Nolan directly about all this. Then, without any warning, Viktor got right up in Nolan’s face. Their eyes were only mere inches apart. Nolan wasn’t sure what to think until Viktor pressed their lips together, kissing Nolan hard and deep as the Viltrumites eyes widened with shock and disgust. Yet there was nothing he could do to stop his mustache framing tickling Viktor’s stubble as the scientist tasted Nolan’s lips.
When Viktor broke the kiss, Nolan didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to because his eyes said it all. Pure unfiltered rage burned through them like a blazing inferno that threatened to consume Viktor and reduce his body to ash. Viktor’s body reacted on its own with a sense of pure dread that he couldn’t control. Like a deer catching the gaze of a blood thirsty lion. But that terrified primal feeling quickly morphed into the kind of euphoria you’d normally only get if you were an adrenaline junkie.
“Mmmmm… that was sensational. Those lips of yours are delicious Nolan. Do you mind if I call you Nolan? Or would you prefer Mr Grayson?” Viktor couldn’t help tormenting a little as he traced his fingers along Nolan’s cheek. “I know all about you and your family. That’s how I knew where to plant my war robot. I knew you’d be the first on the scene if I made enough commotion near your house. You played right into my hands.” He moved his fingers to gently brush across Nolan’s mustache. That thick upper lip hair sent a perverted chill down his spine.
Viktor stepped back eventually, hands in his pockets again. He looked deep in thought for a moment before eventually speaking up again. “You’re probably wondering why I went through so much trouble to capture you and not attempt to kill you. Well here’s the deal. No matter how smart I am or how powerful I make my machines, it won’t ever be enough to achieve my dream of world domination. Especially not with you and all those other heroes flying around. So instead I’m going to use you. More specifically, I was going to use your DNA.”
“Wh-ha-t… f-fo-r?…” Nolan managed to ask through gritted teeth.
“I am so glad you asked.” Viktor turned on his heel and marched back over towards the large test tubes he’d been inspecting earlier. He grinned at Nolan as he pulled a remote out of pocket. Viktor punched in a few buttons and suddenly all of the test tubes began to rotate so that the glass was facing Nolan. “Ta-daaa!”
Nolan’s eyes bulged with horror. Inside each test tube was a large naked man that somehow looked identical to him. He counted at least ten of them. All with the same salt and pepper hair. All with a matching Viltrumite mustache. All showcasing the same muscular build as him. All carrying a set of cock and balls between their legs that was indistinguishable from Nolan’s own. And each and every one of them had his exact facial features down to the tiniest detail. They looked like perfect copies.
“Wh-at… t-th-e… f-fu-uck-k…” Nolan grunted out as he glanced between the test tubes and Viktor.
Viktor held his arms out wide. “Surprise!! Meet your new twins!” He did a little twirl on the spot for emphasis. “This is what I’ve been cooking up while you were asleep. Ten big strong healthy clones of the one and only Omni-Man. As soon as I had a plentiful supply of your DNA, I was able to feed it into my machines to grow more of you.” He turned away from Omni-Man to look at one of the clones directly. “They grew pretty fast too. If I were to clone myself it would’ve taken about three weeks to finish. Your clones though? They were fully grown after just three days. I can only imagine it has something to do with the potency of your Viltrumite cells.” Viktor’s eyes shamelessly admired the naked form of the clone he was staring at. Chewing on his tongue a little as he drooled over that perfectly replicated daddy cock. “Unfortunately, as it stands right now, my clones are only identical to you in appearance. Their bone and muscle density is nowhere near that of yours. On top of that they’ve yet to develop any kind of flight capability. For all intents and purposes, they’re just human versions of you.”
Nolan looked at each of the different clones. They were abominations, he thought. He already knew the first thing he was going to do when he broke free was destroy each and every one of them. This is after he’d dealt with Viktor.
“I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong exactly. Naturally I’ve never worked with DNA like yours so there’s every chance I’ve missed something crucial. On the other hand maybe I just need to be more patient. After all, your son hasn’t developed powers yet has he? According to those files I read, you seem pretty convinced he’ll grow into them one day.” Viktor glanced over his shoulder at the real Omni-Man again. “If you’re correct then It’s possible that your clones just need more time to develop their powers as well.”
Viktor turned and slowly walked back over to Nolan. “Unfortunately time isn’t something I’m in a mass abundance of right now. I was betting on having a team of sexy Omni-Men under my control within three weeks but for all I know it could be months before they have powers. If they develop powers at all. But I probably don’t have months. I can hide from the GDA for maybe a month but with you in my custody it’s only a matter of time before they figure me out. Not to mention you’ve just complicated this further by proving that your brain can acclimate to the sound that was supposed to keep you in a coma. If the rest of your body starts to adapt as well and then it’s game over for me.” It all sounded grim but the smile on Viktor’s face didn’t fade and it soon became clear as to why. “And that’s exactly why evil geniuses like me always have a Plan B. My Plan A was always risky with all the unknown variables surrounding the production of your clones so I knew I’d need a backup. And with the way things are going, it’s looking more and more like I won’t have a choice.”
Nolan refused to speak.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what Plan B is?” Viktor teased.
Still silence.
Viktor couldn’t help but snicker a little at annoyance on Nolan’s face. “What a grumpy man you are. Well don’t worry because I’m gonna tell you anyway. If I’m not able to create a bunch of clones in time to take over the world for me, then I’ll just take your real body instead. That way I can do the dirty work with my own hands. Or well… your hands I suppose. You get the point. I’m gonna put my mind inside that hulking Viltrumite body of yours and enjoy it for all it’s worth.” He reached out and touched one of Nolan’s arms before giving one of those giant biceps a squeeze through the fabric of his hero suit. Viktor could practically feel the raw strength flowing through them as he moved up towards Nolan’s massive shoulders before finally cupping his heavy pecs. There was enough power stored in those muscles to erase entire cities off the map with ease. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop flexing and jerking off to my own reflection once all this is mine.” He chuckled.
Viktor shook his head. “No. No you won’t. I’m not gonna give you that chance.” He allowed his hands to roam across Nolan’s chest for a moment longer before grabbing either side of Nolan’s face. He moved closer again, making Nolan think another forced kiss was coming, but instead Viktor pressed their foreheads together. Holding himself there silently for a good minute or so before continuing. “I’m giving your clones 48 hours to develop powers. If they haven’t done so by then, I’m going to take you.” He rubbed his fingers through the hair on the sides of Nolan’s head. “It’ll be a risky procedure I admit. That’s why it was Plan B. Everything is unpredictable when it comes to dealing with alien biology like yours. But with the potential pay off being so massive, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
Nolan grunted as Viktor pulled away. He watched as the scientist turned and walked back over towards the workbench where he picked his soda cup from earlier. Quickly slurping from the straw again in an obnoxiously loud fashion.
“How long does a Viltrumite live anyway?” Viktor asked nonchalantly. “I mean it must be a lot longer than a human right?” He glanced over his shoulder briefly to look at Nolan before turning away again. “Everyone’s noticed how you’ve been here for over twenty years and yet you don’t look a day older than when you arrived on Earth. Not even an extra wrinkle around your eyes.” He slurped on the drink again. “You were always so vague with your answers when asked by the press. Never once have you told anyone your actual age. Only that you live a lot longer than us. But how much constitutes a lot? A few hundred years? A thousand? Ten thousand!? Fuck. Think of what I could do with all that time. My brains and your body. Never mind earth, I could take over the damn universe!” He slumped his shoulders slightly while marinating in the idea. “Maybe I’m getting a bit ahead of myself but… shoot for the stars right? Literally.”
Nolan was forced to sit and watch as that arrogant little prick strolled out his line of sight. He tried to turn his head but it was next to impossible. Just moving his eyes and mouth alone was a battle.
He couldn’t believe he’d allowed this to happen. Like most Viltrumites, he was aware of the weakness in his ears. He just never imagined these primitive humans would not only uncover it but find a way to exploit it too. A single human at that. He’d underestimated them. It made him wish he’d subjugated the entire planet the moment he arrived. Instead he’d played superhero for these people while raising a child with one of them to see how compatible human genetics were with viltrumites. It was moronic but that was the mission he was assigned.
The mustached alien told himself that he’d make it out of this some way or another and that when he did, he was gonna do what he should’ve done from the start. Enslave this entire species and force them under the rule of the viltrum empire whether they liked it or not.
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Viktor returned a couple hours later. He apologised, saying he had to run a few tests and check the security on his laboratory. Just to make sure they wouldn’t have any unexpected guests anytime soon. But now, they could have some fun.
“I’m guessing you haven’t noticed yet right?” Viktor hummed, his eyes briefly flickering down to Nolan’s crotch. “I mean if you had I’m sure you would’ve said something.” He was being needlessly cryptic but he couldn’t help himself.
Nolan didn't bother to speak. He didn’t know what Viktor was referring to and at this point he didn’t really want to know. All he wanted was to see that man dead at his feet.
Viktor chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before walking over to a nearby control panel and typing in a few commands. Seconds later the back of the chair that supported Nolan’s head began to bend, allowing his head to move forward and for his line of sight to tilt down towards his groin. He could see now for certain that he was sitting in a thick metal chair with his arms, legs and torso strapped down for safety. He was still wearing his hero suit of course. Despite how perverted Viktor was, he hadn’t completely stripped Nolan. Viktor had cut away at some parts around the arms so he could get to the skin underneath for tests but that wasn’t what made Nolan’s stomach churn.
The part of his costume that covered his crotch had been removed.
Until that moment, Nolan didn’t think he could’ve felt any more hatred towards Viktor. Yet as he was forced to look down and see his fat cock and balls sitting heavy and exposed, there was an unbridled fury he hadn’t experienced for hundreds of years. As he imagined how Viktor might’ve violated him, he wished he could fly around the planet at speeds so fast it would scorch the surface along with every disgusting human that lived on it. For this man to touch his cock and handle his crown jewels, the entire species needed to perish for it. He wouldn’t have cared about the consequences he would’ve faced when the other Viltrumites found out. Besides, most of them would do the same. Unfortunately Nolan didn’t have that choice now. He was still completely powerless and unable to move.
Viktor grinned while watching murderous thoughts swarm through the hero’s head. “Bet you’re wondering if I’ve been playing with it huh?” He teased as he slowly walked towards Nolan. “Wondering if I’ve had my hands all over that thick gorgeous dad cock? Playing with it. Jerking it for you while you were sleeping…” Viktor loomed over the strongest man on earth for a moment. Hunger in his eyes as he stared down at that dick. Ever since he freed it from that tight spandex, it’d been a constant distraction. If ever he was working nearby Omni-Man, he’d always catch himself glancing at it. “Who am I kidding? Of course I’ve been touching it.” He chuckled before reaching down and wrapping his palm around Nolan’s shaft, groaning a little as he felt it pulse in response. He couldn’t even count how many times he’d put off his work just to wrap his lips around that thing. Or simply to grip it tightly just like he was now before jacking it off until those massive nuts were forced to churn out a huge load that would either coat the floor, Nolan’s boots or Viktor’s face.
“Ge-t… th-h-e… f-fuc-k… o-off…” Nolan growled. He couldn’t even feel Viktor’s hand. The paralysis made it impossible. Hence why he hadn’t even noticed his cock sitting freely this entire time. But despite not being able to feel it, he could still see his dick beginning to harden against his will. The more Viktor jerked, the longer and stiffer it grew until Nolan was twitching at full mast. He almost couldn't believe it was possible while he was in this state but the proof was right there staring up at him.
“Jesus I’ll never get over how huge you are.” Viktor loved the way his hand struggled to contain the girth of Nolan’s cock. He thought back on the first time he saw it shortly after capturing Omni-Man. The raw sense of building anticipation as he cut away at the suit before freeing that beautiful dick from its fabric prison. Even flaccid it was a mouthwatering sight but when it was hard… it was something else. If he had to describe it in one word, it’d be superior. Just like the semen he carried in his balls. Ever since releasing it, he couldn’t help indulging. His hands had already memorised the shape just as his mouth memorised the taste. “You know if it hadn't been for the fact that it was slowing down the cloning process, I would’ve been drinking your cum multiple times a day.”
The cogs in Nolan’s brain turned at that statement. “W-wh-at?…” he asked though a part of him didn’t want to know what Viktor meant.
Viktor gave Nolan’s bulging cock a few more hearty strokes before finally responding. “The cloning process. It requires a substantial amount of your DNA. Especially for this many of them. Initially I was going to take your blood but trying to pierce your skin was like trying to cut through layers of diamond. I could’ve done it eventually but why go through all that effort when there's a much easier way to harvest DNA right in between your legs.” Viktor squeezed the base of Nolan’s dick before waving it around tauntingly. He used his other hand to massage the heavy balls underneath while leaning to kiss the tip gently.
Nolan watched as Viktor stood again and walked away to type something else into that control panel. Fingers tapping away against the keyboard until Nolan saw a small hatch open up on the floor near his feet. He narrowed his gaze as something began to rise from underneath. It took him a moment to realise what exactly the contraption was. The part he saw first was some kind of cylindrical tube. The inside of the tube was lined with plush ribbed silicone that was designed to stretch and contract. On the end of it was a small opening tipped with a silicone ring. The tube itself was attached to a machine with a bunch of large collection vials on its side. He stared at it for a moment until it finally hit him.
It was a fucking cock pump.
“G-Ge-t… th-ha-t… fu-u-cki-ng… t-thi-ng… awa-ay… f-fr-om… m-me!…” Nolan fought with everything he had to get those words. This was all quickly turning from a very bad dream into a complete and utter nightmare.
“Sorry, I can't hear you. Too busy getting you ready for your next milking.” Viktor practically skipped back over towards Nolan before bending down again until his eyes met the viltrumites once more. He glanced between Nolan’s face, his cock, and the pump before waggling his eyebrows. “You ready? I know it’s not technically your first time. I’ve used this thing to harvest your cum every day since your arrival. However this’ll be the first time you’ve been awake for it so that’s exciting huh!” Viktor reached a hand up and patted Nolan on the shoulder somewhat condescendingly.
“H-how… m-an-y… ti-m-es?…” Nolan growled.
“How many times did my machine steal your cum? Hard to say since it typically squeezes as many loads as it can in one sitting. Especially with you. Those balls of yours are extremely productive.” Viktor cupped Nolan’s testicles again as he teased. “But I’d have to say… hmmm… somewhere firmly between one and two hundred times. And don’t worry! Every last drop is being put to good use. Most of it went to the current clones but now I’m just building up a supply for future clones and any other experiments.” Viktor only continued to tease Nolan. How could he not when he had a man like that completely under his thumb. But soon it was time for the real fun to begin.
Naturally Nolan grunted and growled in protest when Viktor finally grabbed the tube and began guiding it closer to Nolan’s fat throbbing cock. He rubbed the head of Nolan’s dick gently against the tight ring that threatened to swallow it. Viktor’s gaze darted up to Nolan’s face every couple of seconds just to see his reaction. Never in their wildest wet dreams would any normal person have believed that Omni-Man could be put in such a humiliatingly helpless situation such as this. But Viktor had. And he took immense satisfaction in finally watching the tube swallow Nolan’s cock all the way down to the base. Once there, he pressed a button on the machine that caused the ring of the tube to vacuum seal itself around the base of Nolan’s dick, locking the pump in place. After that, all it took was a few quick button presses to start it going. Nolan managed to tell Viktor that if he valued his life then he’d remove it but nothing he said would stop the machine from whirring to life.
“Thereeeee we go.” Viktor grinned as he watched the tube begin to suck and pump around Nolan’s cock.
The Viltrumite still couldn’t feel much but just seeing it was enough. His cock was stiffer than an iron pole as the machine worked it gently. The rhythm started slow and considerate like it was just teasing him. But gradually its pace would start to increase along with the suction. Nolan bit the inside of his mouth. Seeing his cock getting stroked seemed to cause a level of phantom pleasure despite his paralysis. His brain unwillingly tricked Nolan into believing he could feel some kind of sensation. He detested it.
“So we’re only going for one load right now. Don’t wanna milk you too much because I’ve got something special planned for you now that you’re awake. Plus, once my mind is in your body, I’ll have fun draining those balls myself.”
Nolan wanted to look away but the tilt on his seat forced him to keep his gaze down. He could close eyes but even then he’d still know what was happening. It was one thing for this man to have been groping his muscles while he was unconscious. But this? It made Nolan sick. Yet there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Not even as he watched the first few beads of precum being coaxed out of his dick. It was beyond humiliating and with every pump Nolan began to wonder if there was even a way out of this. His only hope was that the GDA would figure out where he was being held. He knew they’d crack it eventually; they always did. The thought of relying on them made him even more sick but it was better than the alternative. This is if they made it in time…
“I’m genuinely surprised at how potent your DNA is by the way. Even the best human clones can be pinpointed as unnatural anomalies when their DNA is inspected closely enough. Their cells are much more artificial. But the clones I’ve made using your delicious cum are a very different story. I’ve inspected each and every one of them and even their cells are hard to distinguish from yours. The sperm you carry in those balls is so powerful that my these clones might as well be your legitimate twin brothers right down to their genetic code. Well… assuming they develop the same powers as you eventually.” Viktor glanced over at the multiple human sized containers. All those Nolan’s. All perfect and beautiful in every way just like the original. His Plan A.
The machine continued to pump. Rolling back and forth along Nolan’s girthy shaft. Squeezing and massaging every inch of that meaty cock as his balls began to churn. More and more beads of precum began to spill much to Nolan’s dismay. He watched his dick throb insistently inside the tube like it was begging him for help but there was nothing Nolan could do. He could only watch as the spasms grew more and more erratic. Nolan knew he must’ve been getting close. He’d masturbated enough times to know when his dick was getting ready to shoot. Any moment now cum was going to gush from the tip of his cock. He angrily gritted his teeth but when it finally happened, he just couldn’t look away for a second. His balls pulled up tight and moments later rope after rope of thick high quality Viltrumite semen launched inside the tube. The pump was quick to suck up every last drop where it was deposited into one of the many vials around the machine. Filling it up with Nolan’s otherworldly cum as the pump refused to let even the tiniest dribble get away. It continued to suction away even as Nolan’s dick started to soften.
“Mmmmm. A nice big load today. That’ll do nicely.” Viktor commented as he ran a hand through Nolan’s disheveled hair. “Your dick must be getting used to this. The first few times I tried to milk you, it was like your body was resisting subconsciously. Took forever to get you to cum and when you didn’t it wasn’t a whole lot. Now though? You cum so much quicker and practically unload your balls.” He reached down and grabbed Nolan’s nuts again, rolling them in his hand slightly. “Such a good daddy now aren’t you? If only we had more time for you to keep being my cum cow. It’s been such a pleasure to watch.”
Viktor waited a moment or two before finally shutting off the machine. It released its hold on Nolan’s cock, allowing Viktor to pull the tube off with a pop. Nolan’s dick flopped out, sitting wet and satisfied between his legs. The Viltrumite could only wish that was the end of his humiliation but unfortunately he knew better. He remembered what Viktor had said earlier about having ‘something special’ for him. After what he just had to endure, he couldn’t bear to think what else this insane human could have in mind.
Nolan could hear Viktor’s footsteps as he walked away. With his head tilted down, Nolan had no idea what the scientist was doing. All he heard was a few very distinct beeps coming from across the room followed by the sound of fluid draining and finally the opening of a door. It took him a moment to put the pieces together but when he heard Viktor telling someone that it was time to wake up, he knew what was happening. Viktor was letting out one of those clones!
“How are you feeling Omni-Four? This is the third time you’ve been awake now. Has anything changed since last time?” Viktor asked the clone. All of them had been assigned numbers to keep things simple. “Do you feel stronger perhaps?”
Four stretched his neck and muscles a little. “I don’t think so sir. I feel the same as far as I’m able to tell.” His tone sounded halfway between robotic and natural. Like he was still getting to grips on how to speak normally. But his voice. It was undoubtedly Omni-Man. Not to mention his body looked as though it’d come directly out of a mould of Nolan’s. The same ample pecs that Viktor couldn’t help reaching out to grope. The same bubble butt that Nolan showed off in that tight spandex all the time. The same mountainous biceps that would hopefully contain the same godlike strength one day.
“Figured as much. Well that’s okay, I’m already preparing Plan B anyways. Especially now that the real Omni-Man has woken up.” Viktor shrugged.
Four’s eyes widened as his gaze swiftly turned to Nolan, still strapped down firmly. “What? My creator is awake??” He questioned with a mix of wonder and excitement. The other two times he’d been awoken, he and his brothers had seen Nolan unconscious in the chair. They thanked him anyway for the gift of life his balls he bestowed upon them all. But now he had a chance to thank the great Nolan for real! “May I speak with him sir?”
Viktor nodded. “Go ahead. That’s half the reason I wanted you awake.”
The pair made their way back over towards Nolan. It wasn’t long before they were close enough that Nolan could see both their legs. Fours’s feet and calves were the same as his. Thighs too from what he could tell. He almost didn’t want to see the face but a morbid sense of curiosity prevented him from closing his eyes when the clone squatted down so that their eyes could meet at last.
“It is good to finally make your acquaintance Mr Grayson.” Four said, his eyes staring directly into Nolan’s. It was like staring into a mirror. Every feature, every colour, every hair. All of it was the same besides the fact that four was still wet from the fluid he’d been suspended in. It was almost nauseating how uncanny it was. But despite it all, something in their eyes seemed different. Nolan’s eyes still burned with an unparalleled hatred for everything that was happening. Four’s eyes however seemed so calm and subservient by contrast. Submissive almost. “I wanted to say how thankful I am for your DNA. You’ve granted me and my brothers such perfect bodies to begin our existence in. The basic information uploaded to my brain tells me that my form, and by extension yours, would be seen as peak male condition. I am incredibly grateful.”
“H-ho-w… ar-re… y-you… mov-in-g…” Nolan managed to grunt out. After all, if this was a clone of him then shouldn’t it have been paralysed by the same sound that was being played constantly to keep Nolan at bay.
“Oh! That is thanks to the implants in my ears. The kind doctor installed them. They are embedded deep and protect my inner ear from any harmful sounds. All of us have them.” Four explained with a casual smile.
“You’ll get to have them eventually, Nolan. As soon as I’m the one in the driver's seat of course.” Viktor butted in as he crouched down beside Four.
Four’s eyes drifted down towards Nolan’s crotch. “May I say that your penis looks exquisite. My body is responding intensely to the sight of it.” He briefly looks down at his own girthy dick, pawing at it a little. “I am truly humbled to be blessed with an identical one.” He added while giving his cock a few tugs.
“Say Four… how’s about you show Nolan here just how much you appreciate him by giving that dick of his some love. It helped bring about your existence after all.” Viktor suggested with a sly grin. “Not to mention, receiving some DNA directly from the source may help to bring about your Viltrumite abilities.”
Four looked over at Viktor with shock. “Really?! It would be my pleasure, Doctor!” Four exclaimed.
Nolan hated seeing this mirror reflection of himself acting so subservient and perverted. Unfortunately he barely had a moment to furrow his brow over it before the clone had its lips wrapped around his still half hard cock. It was a sight he’d have never wished to see in a million years. His own face sucking eagerly on a fat cock. Four’s mustache curving around the top lip as he vacuumed his cheeks around Nolan’s thick shaft. Head bobbing back and forth eagerly like a whore. All the while gently fondly Nolan’s balls like the precious cargo they were.
As Four got to work, Viktor made sure to drink in the sight of what was essentially Omni-Man getting a blowjob from himself. Watching the way Four’s lips stretched to accommodate the enormous dick they had in common. His brain was taking mental screenshots of it all. But he couldn’t help wanting to see a slightly different angle. So he stood back up straight and slowly marched around until he stood directly behind Four. He watched the back of his bobbing head with the streak of silver hair that wrapped around it, iconic to Nolan. But of course that wasn’t what Viktor had moved to see. It was that fat bubbly muscle ass he was showing off proudly with the curve of his back. Those two enormous globes were a full course meal just waiting to be feasted upon, just like the real Nolan’s ass. So enticing with a tight hole that’d never once been entered.
Viktor couldn’t help biting his lip as he took in the sight. It wasn’t the first time he’d admired one of Nolan’s clones. In the few times he’d let them out, he couldn’t help ‘admiring’ his handiwork. He’d made out with them. Got them to make out with each other. Worshiped their bodies. Inspected their muscles. Smacked their ass’. Between all of them, Viktor had probably explored every crevice of Nolan’s body. Well… almost every crevice. Despite how tempting it was, he hadn’t fucked any of the clones yet. He was trying not to get too physically invested in them yet. He did however get Omni-Six and Omni-Nine to suck each other off simultaneously. It was probably one of the hottest things he’d seen in his entire life up until now.
Four grunted slightly onto Nolan’s cock as Viktor gave his ass a slap hard enough to leave behind a red mark. The muscle recoiled slightly from impact in a way that made Four’s cock jump. Nolan could just about see what had happened and it only made him more repulsed knowing how his body was being used as nothing more than an object for desire.
“You’re doing a great job at showing your gratitude Omni-Four.” Viktor hummed as he squeezed one of Four’s hefty ass cheeks again. “Both to him and me.” He muttered.
Four didn’t answer. Only making a vague thank you noise through all the slurping and gagging. He was trying his best to deepthroat the monstrous dick before him but the real Nolan didn’t really have much practice sucking cock and therefore his clones were in the same boat. The idea of deepthroating such a big dick was well out of the question right now but if all went to plan then they should have at least hundreds of years to practice until their gag reflexes were nonexistent.
The blowjob must’ve gone on for a good fifteen minutes or so after that. Viktor moved around a fair bit to watch from as many different view points as he could while admiring both Omni-Men. Four seemed to get more determined with every passing minute. It’d started gentle and slow but by the end he had this resolute look of his chiseled face. As if there was nothing in the world that could stop him from swallowing Nolan’s cum and finally he got exactly what he desired.
Nolan’s face twisted as he watched the clone's expression melt into satisfaction. His cum was drained down Four’s throat who was more than happy to gulp every last drop. It was a surprisingly large load considering he’d been milked by the machine not long prior. So much so that even when Four finally released Nolan’s cock from his mouth, it let out one final surprise spurt of cum that hit Four in the face. It dripped down into the clone’s impeccable mustache which he didn’t hesitate to lick.
“That was divine!” Four beamed as he felt Nolan’s cum settling inside of him. “Thank you both so much for choosing me to have this honour.” He added humbly as he slowly stood back up.
Viktor came and patted Four on his muscled back. “Anytime big guy. Now how’s about we get you back in your chamber for now.”
Four looked slightly saddened by that. “Is that necessary doctor? I feel perfectly fine outside. I would love to explore the world a little more.”
The scientist wrapped an arm around the clone before turning him around and guiding towards the chamber again. “I know you would. Your fellow clones want the same. But right now you’re too vulnerable. You’re just as weak as any human until you receive Viltrumite powers. Not to mention the fluid in the tank keeps your body in perfect condition to continue growing and evolving until you’re just as powerful as the original.” He gave his best attempt to comfort the clone as they reached Omni-Four’s container. “Hopefully the next time I let you out will be the last.” Viktor added kindly.
Four sighed as he stepped back in and closed his eyes, the door sealing shut behind him. Slowly but surely the tank refilled with the same fluid from before as he drifted back to sleep.
With that, Viktor returned his attention to Nolan. He tapped a few keys on one of the control panels again which caused the back of Nolan’s seat to recline once again. His line of sight was lifted away from his own crotch until he was looking straight ahead again. Once again reminded of the laboratory he was trapped inside. Robots and gadgets galore along with all those cloning chambers. He narrowed his eyes with disdain at the chamber with Omni-Four written above.
“Just us again huh?” Viktor said as he walked over to another screen just out of Nolan’s view. “It must be weird seeing yourself sucking your dick. If you weren’t such a stick in the mud then maybe you’d enjoy it.” He added shamelessly.
After that there was only silence for a long few moments. The paralysing sound was the only thing filling the air besides the occasional beeps coming from the various machines and computers. Every minute was mentally agonising. Nolan had only been awake for a few hours but it felt like an eternity and that was saying something for a being that’d lived as long as he did. He wished he could say it was a relief when Viktor finally broke that silence again.
“Sorry Nolan.” Viktor began flatly. “I know I said those Omni-Clones were gonna have 48 hours to develop powers before I take your body but I’m gonna have to accelerate our plans. Your body is adapting to the paralysis just like I feared it might. You probably can’t feel it yet but a few of your nerves are starting to reactivate.” Viktor stepped back into Nolan’s field of vision. “I’m giving the clone another 8 hours. That’s it. After that I can’t risk you regaining your strength.”
“N-no… I-I… w-wo-n’t…” Nolan grumbled just coherently enough.
“There’s nothing you can do, Nolan. Just accept it.” Viktor leaned forward and placed his hands on Nolan’s massive shoulders. “Even if the clones had been a resounding success from the start, I was always going to take your body eventually. I was just going to wait until the procedure was less risky to perform. At this point though, I guess we’ll just have to bite the bullet and hope for the best.” Viktor gave Nolan a small kiss of the cheek. “So I suggest you spend these last few hours coming to terms with your fate.” He said with a kind expression that didn’t match the ominous tone of his words.
Nolan’s eyes followed Viktor as he strutted away. He heard the sound of a strong metal door opening and closing, leaving Nolan completely alone again. No slutty clones of himself. No insane scientist taunting or groping him. Just him, his thoughts and that grating sound that’d kept him prisoner.
He thought back on his life. His younger years on planet Viltrum. Venturing out across the stars and seeing new world after world, all of which he helped conquer in the name of their great empire. He’d survived so much. Born after the great purge of the Viltrumite race made him one of the elite by proxy and later backed by his many feats. He’d fought against beasts such as the terrifyingly powerful Rognarr. He’d survived an encounter with the legendary Space Racer and his deadly Infinity Ray. He’d even lived through the devastation caused by the scourge virus on his people. The younger Viltrumites in the empire idolised him. They called him The Great Nowl-Ahn, putting him on a pedestal as an example of the ideal Viltrumite soldier. And despite all that. Despite everything he’d done and achieved… This was how it ended. Captured by a human on earth and having his body stolen.
What a joke that was.
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7 hours and 30 minutes later…
Sweat beaded on Nolan’s brow as he watched Viktor open up each of the cloning chambers one at a time. Going from Omni-One all the way up to Omni-Ten. He performed tests on each of them to see if any special powers had developed. After the first three had shown nothing beyond normal human ability, Nolan found himself silently praying that the fourth clone might’ve gained something in the last few hours. Maybe the blowjob had actually made a difference, as much as he hated the thought of it. But alas, Omni-Four was just as human as before. For now anyway. As expected the same results were seen for the remaining six clones.
“Well I guess that decides it.” Viktor announced after closing Omni-Ten’s chamber. “I still have hope for them. I’ve been keeping an eye on their readings and there’s definitely something happening to their biology but I don’t have the time to wait any longer. I can’t have you overcoming your only weakness before I have a chance to see my plans through.”
It was true. Nolan couldn’t feel it before but he could now. A small semblance of control was starting to return to his body despite that blasted sound. If he really tried he could wiggle his fingers slightly. It wasn’t much but the smart atoms inside his body would continue to adapt and evolve until he was able to brute force his way out of this place. But Viktor was too smart to let that happen.
“So. How are you feeling Nolan? Are you ready to let me inside that beautiful head of yours or what?” Viktor chimed as he wandered out of view and began tinkering with something.
Nolan thought of responding but decided to stay silent. He already said everything he’d wanted to say. Made all his threats. The least he could do right now was deny this freak any kind of satisfaction his answers might give.
“Silent treatment huh? Too bad.” Viktor shrugged before stepping back in front of Nolan. He was followed closely by a sleek looking android. Its metallic body was designed for efficiency with flexible joints and extendable limbs. It had fingers that could shape themselves into needles or surgical knives and eyes that could magnify up to thousands of times. “This is SD-08. Since I obviously won’t be able to perform the procedure myself, he’ll be standing in. I’ve uploaded all the necessary data so fingers crossed SD-08 will get it right. He’s had a lot of practice so let’s hope your Viltrumite biology doesn’t mess things up.” Viktor explained in a tone that sounded far too relaxed considering the situation.
The evil genius didn’t waste much time after that. He got himself seated in a chair similar to the one Nolan was restrained in. SD-08 was quick to strap Viktor in nice and tight to keep his body as still as possible. Soon after both chairs began to recline as they slowly morphed into metal tables until both men laid flat on their backs.
Viktor turned and looked at Nolan beside him, his eyes glossing over that colossal frame one last time. Taking in the way his pecs rose like mountains with every breath. Admiring how his thick neck bulged while leading to a set of huge traps and even bigger shoulders that couldn't be contained by the width of the table. His eyes drifted lower. He could still just about see Nolan’s cock. So girthy and impressive between those powerful thighs. It made Viktor’s skin tingle with anticipation as he imagined commanding that thing.
“I know you don’t have much of a choice in all this but I want to say thank you. Even if it's just for the fact that you exist.” Viktor said as he slowly turned to look towards the ceiling again. “You’ve made so many things possible for me. I wish I could say I’m forever in your debt but…” he trailed off with a small chuckle.
SD-08 moved between both men with mechanical efficiency as it hooked them up to all kinds of devices designed by Viktor himself. Nolan’s preparation took a lot longer than normal with the robot having to use some very powerful and specialised tools just to break his skin but eventually it was about to insert the needles and electrodes necessary for the procedure.
“PREPARATION PHASE COMPLETE. MOVING TO MIND SYNCHRONISITY PHASE. SEDATION WILL COMMENCE IN ONE MINUTE.” SD-08 Announced abruptly.
“Still got nothing to say Nolan? Wouldn’t want you to go out with any regrets.” Viktor taunted.
There was a brief pause as the veins across Nolan’s forehead pulsed with anger. He considered saying nothing but in the end he couldn’t stop himself. “The only regret I have is not being able to rip out your heart and feed it to you.” Despite how gruesome his words were, the most surprising part was how clearly he spoke them. There was a slight jitter in his voice but nothing like before. “Mark my words. When the Viltrum Empire discovers what you’ve done, you and every other human on this planet will be turned to ash.”
Viktor’s eyes flashed with curiosity. “The Viltrum Empire huh? They don’t sound very nice. Then again neither do you underneath that clean cut exterior. Whatever the case, I’ll know all about them soon. Or at least I’ll know everything you do.” He smiled wide and triumphant while secretly praying that the procedure goes to plan.
“COMMENCING SEDATION.” SD-08 confirmed as it began to pump their systems full of depressants to slow the neural activity brains. Viktor was out within a few seconds. For Nolan it took just over a minute for the drugs to finally take effect but soon enough he too fell from consciousness.
———
The next thing Nolan experienced was something abstract. Though his physical body was still laid in Viktor’s Laboratory, his mind found itself exploring a dreamlike landscape. An array of colours and shapes flowed through the space in a nonsensical pattern. In all the years he’d lived, he’d never felt or seen something quite like this. It was as though he were floating through a kaleidoscope where nothing and everything existed all at the same time. The only thing that felt truly real at first was himself. He looked down to see a version of his body created by his subconscious mind. Just as huge and bulky as the real thing and without a scrap of fabric to cover it up.
He didn’t know how long he floated for. Time almost seemed irrelevant. The longer he floated however, the more the shapes and colours around him began to make sense. If he really focused, he could make out the memories of people and places from his past. All those planets. All those people. His fellow soldiers. Even his earth family. It was all there, folding around him like a jumbled up jigsaw puzzle of his life.
For a while it was relaxing. That was until something began to disrupt the space. The colors and shapes started to shift much more erratically as something that didn’t belong tried forcing its way inside. Nolan couldn’t do anything to stop it. He could only watch as a new entity began to take form right in front of him.
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In the real world, SD-08 had finished hooking Viktor’s brain up to Nolan’s. Their brain stems specifically were connected via a vast multitude of wires and tubes that stretched between the two tables and to a special machine that sat behind them. There was a three way circuit going on between them and said machine. SD-08 monitored their brain activity for a long while after that just to be sure they were both stable.
After confirming that everything was as safe as could be, the robot commenced with the transfer. It booted up the console on the machine and typed in the first set of commands. As the machine hummed to life, Viktor’s body began to jolt and flail slightly against his restraints. A side effect of the electrical current now flowing through his brain matter. His consciousness was scanned thoroughly. His personality, intelligence and memories along with everything else that made up Viktor was catalogued by the machine. SD-08 waited patiently until Viktor’s entire brain had been processed, ready for transfer.
SD-08 typed in the next command. The wires that connected Viktor and Nolan began to activate. Viktor’s consciousness travelled along the electrical current where it entered Nolan’s brain. Infiltrating the Viltrumite host slowly but surely.
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Nolan watched with morbid curiosity as the entity began to take on a familiar form. It took awhile for him to become recognisable but once the finer details started to settle in, there was no doubt. It was Viktor. The human he’d quickly come to hate more than any other. His scrawny, pale and pathetically weak body continued to manifest until he looked just as clear as Nolan himself.
Viktor didn’t say a word which was uncharacteristic of him. He simply floated before Nolan in the dreamscape. Meanwhile the colours and shapes around them continued to swirl erratically. Before they’d been washing over Nolan’s in calming waves that reminded him of his existence. But now it was like the dimension was torn. Confused even. Like it couldn’t decide which person to rotate around.
Nolan attempted to speak but no words crossed the space. The language of the living world didn’t seem to matter here. Only thoughts and intentions. And Nolan could feel Viktor’s. The human across from him was dark in so many ways. So hungry for power. Horny for it even. But above all else, what Viktor wanted was Nolan himself. It was a desire so powerful that it began to draw their forms closer to one another. Nolan tried to resist but the distance between them continued to close until there was only a ruler's length between them. Their conscious minds staring each other down.
Without warning, Viktor’s hands latched onto Nolan’s pecs. The moment they touched, the void around them seemed to shudder with anticipation. Nolan’s face twisted in discomfort. I wanted to pull away but it was as though they were magnetised to one another. More than that it was like Viktor’s touch was… pulling him in.
The dreamscape pulsed dramatically around them both. Viktor’s grip on Nolan’s chest tightened as an energy began to flow between them both. It was like their minds were two lakes that’d been connected by a river in the middle. But that river was flowing in Viktor’s direction. Nolan’s lake was getting smaller as the water was drained from it. All the while Viktor’s grew.
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“HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS FULLY TRANSFERRED INTO VILTRUMITE HOST. BEGINNING FULL INTEGRATION PROCEDURE.” SD-08 said aloud as it closely tracked the movement of activity between the two brains.
Any sign of life or consciousness had completely vanished from Viktor’s brain. His normal human body was nothing more than an empty husk now. Nolan’s brain however was swarming with new activity. The readings had spiked massively with twice the amount of brainwaves being captured on the monitor.
Nolan’s body began to twitch slightly under all the sparks flying through his nervous system. It wasn’t much but even the slightest movement caused his restraints to creak. As such SD-08 increased the dosage of depressants to keep him as still as possible before starting the next phase. Using controlled shocks to facilitate the integration of Viktor’s mind into Nolan’s brain.
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Nolan’s ethereal form gradually began to shrink and fade. His very essence was getting siphoned away and absorbed. Of course he fought like hell against it. Trying to resist with all his might against that all consuming pull that was drawing him in. Yet every time the void pulsed around them, Nolan’s resolve crumbled slightly. It was hopeless.
Viktor’s consciousness was assimilating him.
There couldn’t have been a more perfect way to describe it as the more Nolan’s form faded, the more Viktor’s shape transformed. It’d been subtle at first. A few minor shifts in his appearance. But as Viktor continued to absorb more and more of Nolan’s consciousness, the changes became apparent. His once lanky arms and legs inflated with newfound muscle, growing longer and thicker. His chest blossomed into a set of heavy pecs that heaved even bigger with every moment. Abs formed along his stomach while his back and shoulders widened obscenely. His ass got thicker and bubblier and the dick between his legs grew longer and girthier.
It all happened at such a painfully slow rate that Nolan just couldn’t bear. As his body and will in this dreamy plain shrank, he found himself praying to the universe itself to save him. But there was no way out of this. He knew that. Especially as he watched Viktor’s face begin to twist and morph. Jawline squaring, hairstyle changing, eyes sharpening and most notably a thick Viltrumite mustache growing above his upper lip. Nolan’s mustache. His face. His everything.
Before he knew it, Nolan’s consciousness had shrunk all the way down to a mere flicker that glowed dimly. Meanwhile Viktor had taken everything from him. All his memories. All his experiences. Everything that Nolan had ever thought, felt, loved and lost all belonged to Viktor. A sentiment that was shown clear as day by the fact that his ethereal form was now indisquishable from the real Nolan’s. Just like all those clones. Only this was different because he wasn’t a copy. He was the real thing. And all that was left of the original was that little flicker sitting in hand.
Without hesitation, Viktor ate what was left of Nolan. Consuming the final piece of his soul and assimilating it completely. With that something finally clicked into place. The dreamscape began to calm as it no longer sensed more than one presence. Instead it began to rotate around Viktor. Welcoming him with open arms…
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“VILTRUMITE CONSCIOUSNESS ABSORBED. INTEGRATION COMPLETED.” SD-08 announced. It’d been watching carefully as the brainwaves on the monitor slowly started to synchronise. Nolan’s own brainwaves getting weaker before blending into Viktor’s until finally Viktor’s brainwaves were the only ones left on the monitor. The procedure was a success.
———
Viktor finally awoke a couple days later. SD-08 had been watching his vitals and keeping him hydrated while he recovered from the transfer. The second his eyes began to flicker, the robot was by his side looking down at him.
“HELLO DOCTOR. HOW DO YOU FEEL?” SD-08 asked.
Viktor hardly had a chance to process the robot's words. He was still so groggy after being out for so long. He instinctively winced at the bright laboratory lights but the glare didn’t strain his eyes as much as he anticipated. It was like they were more resilient to light. He blinked a few times in an effort to shake off the confusion.
“SD-08? What happ-” he stopped mid sentence. His voice. It was different. Deeper. Rougher. And it wasn’t just because he was tired. It sounded like it belonged to a completely different man. A bigger man…
The scientist went to sit up in his haze, not realising that his body was still strapped down with thick metal restraints. But it didn’t matter. Completely by accident, he busted through the metal rings around his torso and arms. They snapped so easily that he almost didn’t notice what he’d done. Though he might’ve been more shocked by it had his eyes not widened with bewilderment at the sight of his body. He was fucking enormous! It was only in that moment did everything come rushing back as he remembered exactly what had happened.
The biggest grin spread across Viktor’s face, causing his new mustache curve upwards. It worked. There was no doubt about it. The huge bulging muscles he now owned were proof enough of that. The same muscles he’d drooled over for most of his life. The ones he’d been groping since having captured the hero. It was different seeing it all from a first person perspective but even intoxicating than he imagined. To see those large meaty pecs jutting out in front of him. To feel the curl of his bulky biceps with every movement. To sense the raw unbridled power flowing through his every vein. How could he have possibly contained that grin when he realised that he was actually in Omni-Man’s body!!!
His heart began to beat rapidly with excitement as he ran his hands down his thick cobbled abs. Each one hard as iron. His hand then slipped back up towards his chest where he fondled his pecs one at a time. Breathing heavily as he hefted the muscle gently before teasing his nipples. The very action eliciting a small moan from his lips. He’d heard that same moan come from the Omni-clones but this was different. It was the moan of the real Nolan. Better yet, it was his.
Viktor’s other hand drifted down towards the throbbing hardness between his gigantic thighs. It’d sprang to life the second he woke up and was now throbbing angrily for attention. He’d seen it so many times but to actually experience it was something else entirely. He could actually feel that monster pulsing. It was all his to command and stroke as he pleased. And that’s exactly what he did as he wrapped a powerful hand around it and began pumping it eagerly. The sensation was euphoric. Even just his cock felt more powerful than his entire original body used to be as it leaked precum in copious amounts onto his hand.
“Fuuuuuck. This is… god this is incredible! I feel amazing! I feel sooooo-guuuurahhhhh…” Viktor trailed off into a moan as he let go of his cock for a moment simply so he could worship himself so more. Grabbing at his biceps obsessively before flexing them hard and feeling their godly strength. Fawning over the sheer width of his shoulders and the size of his lats. Even grunting as he gave his traps a squeeze. His hands then moved up towards his face for the first time. They teased along the outline of his jaw first. It was so much wider than what he was used to. Stronger. More square. And as his hands drifted further up, his fingers would push through his new hair gingerly. He couldn’t see it but he knew it was silver around the temples and the mere thought of that sent a shiver through his dick. But it didn't turn him on nearly as the moment his fingers found that gorgeous mustache he’d inherited. He froze for a moment when he first felt it; a small moan slipping from his mouth. He almost couldn’t believe it was really there. That iconic mustache that’d haunted his dreams. But as he moved his fingers back and forth across the thick hair, there was no denying it. His dick couldn’t help letting out another splutter of precum as he worshipped it.
“DO YOU FEEL ANY PAIN OR DISCOMFORT INSIDE YOUR NEW BODY, DOCTOR?” SD-08 asked, completely unfazed by the show Viktor was putting on.
Viktor couldn’t help but laugh. “Pain? God no. I feel invincible! All I can feel right now is how fucking sensitive this alien body is.” As if to prove a point, he let one of his hands return to his melon sized pecs where he began circling one of his nipples again. He couldn’t stifle the moan that followed. “Mmmmmm… I swear my nipples never felt this good before. These things are like lighting rods!”
“THAT IS… OPTIMAL. HOWEVER, AS PER YOUR OWN INSTRUCTIONS, WE MUST BE DILIGENT IN MONITORING YOUR NEW BODY AND ITS RESPONSES FOR THE FIRST 24 HOURS.” SD-08 circled the table while continuing to watch Viktor enjoying his new form. “I TOOK THE LIBERTY OF SWITCHING OFF THE SOUND MACHINES. I MUST SUGGEST HOWEVER THAT WE INSTALL YOUR EAR IMPLANTS WITH HASTE. IT IS LIKELY THAT THE GDA FIGURED OUT OMNI-MAN’S WEAKNESS AT THE SAME AS YOU AND HAVE ALREADY RECREATED THEIR OWN VERSION OF THE SOUND.”
Viktor bit his lip as he gave one of his nipples a strong pinch. With a satisfied grunt he finally swung his legs over the side of the table, effortlessly breaking through the ankle restraints in the process. He allowed his large new feet to touch the cold ground for the first time before standing up with a long stretch. Cock pointed straight ahead with a horny eagerness while his balls hung full and heavy.
“Yes yes I know. I can’t allow myself to be vulnerable right after obtaining this god-like body.” Viktor agreed while bouncing his pecs slightly. The pliable muscle jumping under his command. “But surely it can wait a few minutes. I’ve hardly had any time to explore.” He allowed one hand to slip around towards his backside before giving one of his muscular ass cheeks a hearty squeeze.
“I MUST INSIST SIR. YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I THAT THE GDA COULD DISCOVER OUR LOCATION ANY DAY NOW.”
Unfortunately Viktor knew the robot was right. He’d programmed it after all. As much as he hated the idea of being put under again after having just woken up, the sooner he was protected against that sound the better.
“Fine. But there’s just one thing I need to try first." Viktor said as he widened his stance and closed his eyes. He tried hard to focus as he pulled on some of Nolan’s experiences alongside muscle memory. It was difficult at first but before long Viktor found himself hovering his off the ground. It wasn’t much but just the feeling of his feet fully in the air as he floated was both exhilarating and trippy as hell. It felt wrong and natural at the same time as his human memories conflicted with his newfound Viltrumite instincts. “Holy fuck. I can actually fly…” He muttered to himself giddily.
After allowing himself some time to soak it in, Viktor eventually placed his feet back on the ground. He wanted more than anything to test this body out some more. He wanted to do some proper flying outside just to see how high and fast he could go. He wanted desperately to see how strong he was too. He could already feel the ridiculous power his new muscles carried and he was so eager to test it out. To see how much weight he could lift or how hard he could punch. And most of all, at least right now, he wanted to jerk off his eager daddy cock until he exploded. But he recognised the time sensitivity of the situation and resigned himself to laying back on the table once more.
“Just try to be careful. We’ve already done the hard part. I would hate to mess it all up now.” Viktor warned before allowing the robot to put him back to sleep.
———
The next day Viktor found himself standing in front of a mirror in the bedroom wing of his laboratory. He’d not long since awoken from having his implants put in. Now he could finally have some time to himself to really inspect the body of a male Viltrumite from the inside.
The face of Nolan stared back at him. So rugged in its masculine perfection. The beginnings of stubble had begun to form across his jaw and delighted in the roughness of it. He poked and prodded at his facial features more attentively now that he could actually see them staring back at him. His fingers tracing along the lines of age that’d formed near his eyes and on his forehead. They were the sort of wrinkles humans would develop over a few decades of life as they reached middle age but Viktor knew different. For this body, those wrinkles had taken centuries to form. Same went for the salt and pepper accent that decorated his hair. It would've been impossible for him to comprehend before but after assimilating Nolan’s mind, Viktor could actually recall all those hundreds of years. The idea of having lived so long didn’t seem so bizarre anymore. It felt like a birthright. And the part of him that was still human couldn’t help but feel delight in the fact that he now had so many centuries of life ahead of him.
His attention returned to the muscled physique below his neck. Viktor barely had a chance to admire it when he first woke up before SD-08 insisted on the implants. It was the right call but that hadn’t made him feel any less blue balled. But now he was finally alone with his new beefy form. Free to roam it without distraction or intrusion. He was so enthusiastic to explore that his meaty hands couldn’t help but tremble slightly as they began to slide down his thick torso. Once again his fingertips glazed over his enormous muscle tits and down the valley of ridges that made up his abs. This time with a much gentler touch as he took his time mulling over every sensation. Humming soft and deep as he probed at every defined curvature along his midsection. Loving how his pecs were so large that he was forced to lean forward slightly just to see past them.
As obsessed as he was with the girthy slabs of muscle on his chest, he couldn’t help getting distracted by his arms. It was no wonder as even when he was trying to worship his abs, those obscene biceps insisted on dominating his view. Veins coiling around the muscle with even the slightest flex. He straightened out both arms as he looked back up into the mirror just to watch as his triceps bunched up into a mesmerising curl of muscle behind his biceps. Not to mention his forearms bulging as he flicked his wrists. But of course nothing could beat a good old bicep flex. The universal pose of power that caused Viktor’s mouth to go dry at the sight.
“I’m… I’m Omni-Man.” He said to himself, though he still couldn’t quite believe it. That the man staring back at him was the Omni-Man. His perfect body moving under Viktor’s command. He was tempted to pinch himself just to confirm this wasn’t all just some crazy dream. Instead he turned his head to the right and pressed his lips against one of those giant biceps. Kissing and licking it obsessively before using his teeth to bite into the flesh tenderly. He murmured under his breath before switching to the other arm, kissing his left bicep while enjoying the tickle of his mustache against the skin. He just couldn’t get enough.
As Viktor’s lips continued to swap between worshiping each arm, his nose began to pick up on a certain scent. Musky and sweaty. It only made sense when his face was lingering so close to his armpits. He’d smelt it many times before while Nolan was unconscious in his lab. Occasionally lifting up one of those big strong arms just so he could get high on that powerful masculine aroma. But the scent struck him in a different way now. It didn’t just make him horny like before. It made him feel… carnal. It was his own pheromones that he was inhaling now, his powerful musk, and yet it made even more animalistic with lust than ever! Before he knew it, Viktor was burying his face into his armpits instead. Digging his nose into the sweat before lapping it up hungrily with his tongue.
His cock had responded in kind. From the moment he woke it’d been at half mast. It was quick to grow to its full impressive size the very second Viktor stepped in front of that mirror. The shaft throbbed with impatience while Viktor served the rest of his body first. But now as Viktor grew lightheaded under his own scent, his dick just couldn’t contain itself. Heavy beads of precum began dripping onto the floor with wet taps that were like music to his ears. Viktor made sure to keep one arm raised to sniff while the other dipped down to meet his cock. He whipped a single glob of precum from the tip just as it was about to fall before bringing up towards his lips and smearing it across his tongue. That superior Viltrumite seed tasted even better in Nolan’s mouth. Viktor had half a mind to just grip his girthy cock right now and jackhammer it until he exploded all over the mirror. But he resisted for now. He wanted to savour this just a little while longer first.
Viktor took one last big sniff of his armpits before moving on. His attention shifted down towards the lower half of his body. He didn’t have the chance to really appreciate his legs when he first woke up so he needed to make up for it now. Both hands slid down over his right thigh first, clasping it from both sides. Despite how huge his new hands were, they didn’t come close to encapsulating the sheer diameter of his quads and hamstrings. Especially not when he flexed the muscle, causing the definition to become clear under his skin and easy to worship. He divided his attention between both thighs, rubbing and squeezing them eagerly before eventually moving lower towards his calves. Both of them were the size of footballs that swelled behind his shins. Not to mention they were quite literally harder than diamonds without even flexing or lifting his heels. And speaking of heels, he’d hardly noticed just how huge his feet were. Viktor knew Nolan had bigger feet than him but they seemed a whole lot bigger now that they belonged to him. There was no way in hell these massive dogs would fit inside any of his old shoes.
His hands moved back up again slowly. He teased his cock, allowing his fingers to glaze over the tip gently. But he swiftly moved past it as right now he could only think about one thing. His fat muscle butt. He’d gotten a few good squeezes in before but not nearly enough to do those behemoth sized ass cheeks the justice they deserve. It was no secret that over half the population on Earth thirsted over Omni-Man’s ass. Who could blame them when he was always seen wearing tight spandex that only ever served to enhance its bubbly shape. There were entire online forums dedicated to archiving every image ever taken of that superhero backside. Millions of orgasms had been reached around the world just due to Omni-Man’s fat ass and everyone knew it. Mostly because #Omni-Butt seemed like it was trending more often than not. And now that beautiful posterior belonged to him.
Viktor couldn’t help letting out a trembling groan the moment he cupped those cheeks. He hefted them up gently before letting the drop with a noticeable recoil. They were like mountains jiggling behind him. He just couldn’t help hefting them up again and again just to let them drop and wobble. But before long he couldn’t help just grabbing a handful of each cheek and groping his giant new muscle butt for all it was worth. Going on to slap and massage that juicy flesh while trying not to drool at how ridiculously erotic it was. Only once he was a hot moaning mess did one of his fingers finally slip in between those hefty valleys where it met Viktor's tight puckered hole that only seemed to clench tighter the moment it was touched. It refused to let anything inside but just the feeling of his thick finger rubbing over that sensitive ring was enough to send jolts up Viktor’s spine.
“I can’t believe he never attempted any kind of assplay in all the time he’s been alive. Such a waste.” Viktor mused to himself as he continued teasing his new asshole. He wished he could stimulate it some more just to see if the male prostate was as sensitive in Viltrumite men as it was in humans. But he was way too tight. For now anyway. There was lots of work to be done but he promised himself that one day he’d use this ass to bounce some huge cocks. It would only be right to make sure a bubble butt like this didn’t go underutilised.
After giving his ass cheeks one final squeeze, Viktor returned his attention to the mirror. He turned a little so he could view his new body at a few different angles. The side in view had to be one of his favourites. Getting to see his pecs and ass jutting out at the same time was mind numbing to look at. Not to mention his dick still bouncing and drooling with every movement. But beyond all that he was still enamoured by the simple fact of how large he was now. He struggled to get his whole body in the frame of the mirror. He was just so much taller and wider. Lats so big that his arms were forced slightly out to the sides. Thighs so thick that it would be impossible for him not to manspread. Even just the way he moved felt heavy with each footstep seeming more like a stomp than a stride. He tried to be conscious of how much more space he was occupying now as he’d already knocked over a few things in the lab just on his way to the bedroom chamber.
“Nolan Grayson. I really could get used to hearing that.” Viktor said while looking over his shoulder at the mirror to get an even better look at his behind. He loved seeing the musculature of his back on full display. Of course that wasn’t all he was looking at but need his ass be mentioned again? “Although I suppose I’ll be dropping the Grayson part.” He shrugged. It wasn’t like he planned to play house with Nolan’s family. He had much bigger and more important plans that certainly didn’t include them. World domination to start. Then the Galaxy and so forth. Though he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to have a husband by his side through it all. Someone who could keep up with him and stay with him through it all. Sure he had the clones but he couldn’t see them being any more than soldiers and sex toys to him. They were too obedient. He wanted someone who’d be able to challenge him a little and keep things exciting. “I wonder if I could convince one of the men from the Viltrum empire to pledge themselves to me…” Viktor muttered to himself. He was getting ahead of himself again really. He was a ways away from actually confronting the empire as of yet. He’d need hundreds more clones with fully developed powers before he even considered it. But now that he had this body, anything seemed possible.
Viktor turned to face forward again while giving his cock a few generous tugs. “Suppose I could just go back to Nowl-Ahn. Or rather… The Great Nowl-Ahn. A fitting title if not simple.” He recalled how the other Viltrumite’s had given him said title. For a moment he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the thought of doing right by his people. Until he remembered that they weren’t his people. He might’ve shared the same DNA as them now but he’d never be a part of that empire. Viktor’s plan for conquest was to bend all of space to his own vision, not to be another moving cog in the vision of the empire. He didn’t care if the power of this body was already going to his head. He wanted to be the supreme ruler of the universe!
Just then Viktor’s head throbbed. “But… I couldn’t really go against the wishes of Grand Regent Thragg could I?” He questioned as Nolan’s loyalty to the empire fogged his mind. Viktor closed his eyes as the thumping in his head grew louder. It was hard to keep track of all these new memories and experiences swimming around inside of him. There was a small part of Nolan remaining that urged Viktor to remain loyal to the empire no matter what. Trying to convince him to complete the mission he was sent here to do and prepare the earth to be indoctrinated so that it could be turned into a breeding camp like planned. Or to simply call it a failure and exterminate the planet before returning to the empire. The urge to give in to Nolan’s wants and desires felt an addiction being wafted under his nose. Tempting him to do what a loyal Viltrumite soldier should do. To serve their empire for the benefit of their superior species. It was compelling in a way Viktor hadn’t anticipated and the more he thought about it, the more he struggled to fight against. It was almost like the ghost of Nolan was trying to suffocate him from the inside out.
“Nnrrggh… No… I refuse!” Viktor grumbled in Nolan’s deep bass, hands clutching his head as he squeezed his eyes shut. In all the tests he’d run on human mind transference, the assimilated consciousness had never displayed an ability to fight back after the absorption was complete. He could only guess it was due to how much longer Nolan had lived. Absorbing over two thousand years of experiences and adapting to an alien brain must’ve been overwhelming for his human consciousness. Especially with how many of those years were made up of strict unwavering loyalty to the Viltrum empire and its cause to take over the universe. “RRAAAGHH!” Viktor roared as the weight of Nolan’s docile consciousness weighed heavier by the second.
“THIS IS MY BODY! I’LL DO WHAT I WANT!” He shouted before throwing one of his fists at the mirror in front of him. At that moment, he forgot about his newfound strength. He only meant to smash the mirror in a bout of frustration but the impact was so powerful that it obliterated the mirror all together along with the wall behind it. The force of a single punch went through not just that wall but every other wall beyond it across the entire laboratory. The reverberation of which caused the whole facility to rumble. As such red emergency lights began to flash as a robotic automated voice started to sound over the intercoms.
“LAB STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY RUPTURED. POTENTIAL THREAT PRESENT.” The alarm began to repeat.
Viktor blinked, mouth agape at the damage he’d just caused. “Oh… fuck.” He whispered before looking down at his first. The skin on his knuckles wasn’t even scratched. He’d just blown away multiple layers of hard steel with a single punch and he hardly even felt it. No pain. No effort. It was as easy as punching air. All because he forgot to control his strength for just one moment. Once the initial shock had passed, a new smile began to form across his face followed by a chuckle which soon morphed into a maniacal laugh. It was only now hitting him just how unstoppable he really was. Power beyond anything this world had seen with durability to match. Super sonic speed and flight. Not to mention he’d fixed this body’s only known weakness! He wasn’t just god-like. He was an actual living god in the flesh!
That thought alone made him hornier than ever as his cock bucked and spasmed with uncontrollable excitement. So much so that Viktor couldn’t help floating off the ground as he began stroking for real. No more teasing or foreplay. He just wanted to fucking cum with this perfect body.
Moments later, a group of security droids stumbled into the room. They made it just in time to watch Viktor let out a guttural roar while hovering above the bed. His cock tensed right before he unleashed an volcanic explosion of thick milky seed that splattered across the walls and ceiling. A few ropes even stuck directly at the droids who were unsure of how to act.
“Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck!! Godddd ahhhhhh!” Viktor moaned through the orgasm as if it were the first he’d ever experienced and in a way it was. He also couldn’t help being surprised at the sheer volume his balls had been able to store. Even when he’d been milking Nolan, he’d never once been able to coax a load this big out of him. Yet here he was giving what remained of his bedroom chamber a new paint job.
“SIR? ARE YOU OKAY?” One of the many robots asked as they watched Viktor slowly float down onto the bed below him. His body gleaming with sweat under the flickering lights. Cock still twitching but completely and utterly spent for the time being.
The bed creaked under the weight of his powerful form. Viktor hummed in satisfaction before slowly turning his head to face the robots, his eyes meeting their lenses. “I am… more than okay.” He began between breaths. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more okay in my entire life. Just being inside this body has helped me realise how measly of an existence I was leading as a human. So fragile and insignificant…” He inhaled long and deep as he allowed his body to relax completely. “But now? I have the power to reshape entire civilisations. I could conquer planets with my bare hands alone.” He ran a single hand down his pecs and abs. “I could be Emperor Nolan and rule over the cosmos for thousands of years to come…” He licked his lips at the thought, tongue brushing over the bristles of his mustache. The whole idea of universal conquest was quickly becoming more enticing with every moment that he spent inside this godly body. He’d told himself time and time again that he wasn’t going to let his ego consume him now that he was a Viltrumite but it was proving to be easier said than done.
The Robots stood silently for a good while. Watching as their master basked in his post orgasm glow. Rubbing his sweat soaked muscles with his eyes half lidded and a soft smile curling at his lips. They were unsure how to proceed in such an unprecedented situation. One half of the room was in shambles and the other half was covered in cum. Meanwhile Viktor didn’t have a care in the world.
“IS THERE… ANYTHING WE CAN DO FOR YOU DOCTOR?” One of the droids asked.
Viktor glanced at them. “I suppose some of you may as well start cleaning up the mess in here.” He huffed before slowly sitting up. “I also want one of you to go and collect some of my new clothes and leave them outside the bathroom. I want to try them on after I’ve had a shower.” He’d been awake in this body for at least a couple hours now and at no point had he made an effort to cover up. Why would he when his new body was such a work of art? Might as well bare all for his own enjoyment if nothing else. He was almost tempted to show himself to the world like this. Muscles gleaming under the sun while his cock and balls swing freely. It’s not like he’d be any less impervious. But he liked to think he had a bit more tact than that.
Viktor pushed himself off the bed and planted his feet on the floor with a soft thud. He stood up while running a hand through the damp of his hair and turning on his heel towards the door. Strutting past the robots in all his naked muscle dad glory before making his way down the hallways towards the shower.
———
He’d spent far too long under that steaming flow of water. God only knows how long he took trying to lather every last muscular crevice up with soap before allowing the shower to grace his hulking form again. He’d turned the heat all the way up to the max. Normally the full blast setting would’ve seemed scolding. Now though, the heat didn’t seem to bother him. It’s not that it felt any less hot, it was just that his skin was so resistant that higher temperatures didn’t seem to bother him now. Hence why when he finally stepped out of the bathroom, a dense cloud of steam rolled out behind him.
Viktor’s hair curled wetly against his forehead as he used the towel to rub down his pecs and arms. He took a moment to dry his cock and balls before shamelessly drying his face off some more with the same side of the towel. He ran it through his hair one last time before dropping the towel at his feet and sauntering towards the pile of clothes left for him by one of his robots.
He had quite the variety. On top of the pile was some dress clothes which were followed by some more casual clothes underneath and right at the bottom of the pile was a replica of Omni-Man’s hero costume. He’d had the clothes made as a side project in the days after capturing Nolan. He was able to use Nolan’s actual bodily measurements so in theory the clothes should all be tailored exactly to his new form. There was only one way to find out.
Viktor found himself getting giddy as he stepped into one of the spare rooms with the clothes. He ordered one of his droids to fetch a mirror for him while he began trying on the dress clothes, starting with a pair of white briefs that hugged his thighs and ass tightly. After that he pulled on some black formal pants and a crisp white dress shirt that moulded to his body in a way that actually did his physique justice. Biceps straining slightly against the sleeves while his pecs threatened to keep the top button on his shirt from closing. The pants highlighted the shape of his powerful thighs and calves. Even his waist somehow looked even sluttier than before with the way his shirt conformed around it. To finish he fastened a black tie around his neck just as the robot returned with a mirror.
He checked out his reflection from every angle while making sure his shirt was properly tucked in. Watching the way his ass stretched the back of his pants. Or how his pecs still seemed visible underneath the fabric. The only things missing from the look would be a jacket, some long dress socks and a nice pair of shoes. “Shopping for clothes must’ve been a nightmare for him.” Viktor commented as he imagined how off the rack clothes were likely never a comfortable fit for Nolan. His new memories seemed to confirm as much. He remembered flashes of Nolan receiving a full wardrobe of fitted clothes from the GDA as a piece offering once.
Viktor wasted no time cycling through the rest of his clothes. He stripped off the suit, keeping only the briefs on, before trying on some of the more casual clothes. He loved the tiny fit of the shorts as they didn’t shy away from showing off his thighs a little. The shirts all seemed to hug his torso in all the right places too, stretching over his back and chest like compression shirts. He was honestly a little embarrassed to admit how much fun he was having with this little fashion show he was giving himself as he posed in the mirror with every new combination of clothes. But eventually he made it to the bottom of the pile, Nolan’s ‘Omni-Man costume’.
He stripped down nude again before holding the costume out in front of him. It was exactly the same from the red and white colour scheme to the emblem on the front. Looking at it now, if Viktor didn’t know the costume was supposed to stretch, he’d have thought it was too small. If anything though, that only made the thought of squeezing into the suit seem that much more erotic.
He pulled down the hidden zipper on the back before stepping into the legs of the costume. Pushing his large feet through the bottom before tugging it up to fit his quads comfortably. After that he pushed his arms into the sleeves before pulling the suit over his shoulders. His broad back made zipping the suit back up a little awkward but he got there in the end. After that it stuck to his body like a second skin. Even the tiniest contours along his muscular frame were highlighted by the way the spandex gleamed under any kind of light. There was something to gawk at from every angle. From the front anyone could see the hefty outline of his fat dad cock straining against the crotch of his suit, even down to the thick vein that travelled across the shaft. And if that wasn’t distracting enough, the way his hardened nipples pointed shamelessly against the fabric would only make it more difficult to look away. Then looking from behind greeted the sight of Viktor’s huge ass cheeks threatening to swallow the backside of his costume. He didn’t think it was possible but somehow the costume made his ass look even fatter.
Viktor turned and checked himself out a little. The Omni-Man costume fit his new and powerful body like a glove. It had him buzzing with lust, that much was evident by his growing bulge. He wasn’t an imitation of Nolan. He was the real deal. Just the thought of that made him horny behind all hell. But as he turned and groped his ass a little, Viktor couldn’t help thinking back on what’d happened earlier. His outburst.
He remembered how his mind was being crushed under the weight of Nolan’s existence. It was terrifying. For a moment he was worried he might lose himself. Since then the pressure had been relieved to a degree but it was still there. He could feel it pushing on him slightly. The essence of Nolan was somehow still trying to fight against him. Like this body itself wanted to reject the intruder that’d stolen it. But Viktor refused to let that happen. He’d gotten a taste of what being a Viltrumite is like and he was never going to let go. Despite that Viktor could still feel Nolan’s memories, wants and desires swarming around and refusing to settle. It would take time but he was confident he could get his new brain under control eventually. For now he’d just have to try and control himself in a way that didn’t involve destroying the laboratory.
After tugging on the very same pair of red gloves and white boots that Nolan had been wearing, the look was almost complete. He attached the cape triumphantly to his shoulders and just like that he was fully kitted out. Dressed exactly as Omni-Man would when he was out fighting crime and monsters. Though slightly less PG without any underwear to stop his cock from bulging. Naturally he couldn’t stop himself from doing the stereotypical superhero poses you’d see all the time in the media. Hands on his hips, chin up and chest puffed out. He was the vision of strength and vitality.
After having some fun flexing again like usual, he found himself stroking his mustache again. He’d done it a lot since waking up in this body. At first he thought he was doing simply because having Omni-Man’s daddy mustache was incredibly fucking hot. While that was the case, there was another reason he’d been doing too. At first it must’ve been a subconscious thing but he immediately felt a deep sense of pride at the mere sight and feeling of his mustache. It was only now though as Nolan’s memories were starting to more clearly into place that he realised where that pride truly came from. It turned out that growing a ceremonial mustache was a big part of Viltrum culture. Almost all the men had one and those who refused to grow one were usually looked down upon. Until now Viktor hadn’t realised its significance but if anything it made him appreciate that thick brush above his upper lip all the more.
With that he decided he was going to keep the hero suit on for a little while. It was surprisingly comfortable considering how tight it was. Not to mention it somehow made him feel even more powerful than he already did. Especially the way his heroic cape seemed to billow behind him as he walked. Viktor was already getting such a kick out of it. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he was gonna end up shooting a load inside this suit at some point. Especially with how it seemed to hug his giant ass so elegantly.
He told one of his droids to put the rest of the clothes away in his wardrobe as he strolled back out into the hallway before heading for the main floor where all his experiments were. He wanted to check up on the clones again to see how they’re progressing. Despite having this perfect body, he was going to need those clones sooner or later. Sure he could probably take over earth on his own but if he ever wanted to challenge the Viltrum empire then he was gonna need some serious backup.
———
Only a few days after Viktor had taken Nolan’s body, he began to realise just how close the GDA were getting to discovering his laboratory in their mission to find out what’d happened to Omni-Man. He couldn’t have them discovering his hideout yet and risk jeopardising his work. Especially the clones. So he decided to finally set his plans for world domination into motion and keep all the eyes on him.
When he first emerged, he flew straight to the GDA’s HQ beneath the Pentagon. He was spotted by citizens on the way who immediately began to cheer about the return of Omni-Man, having no idea what was to come. Viktor wasted no time as he smashed his way inside the Pentagon. Guards and civilians alike were both stunned and terrified as Viktor bulldozed his way through the facility with ease. Before long he was being sprayed with bullets that hardly even tickled. He smirked before grabbing at least ten guns at super sonic speed and crushing them all into a useless heap. That didn’t stop the GDA forces from trying to stop him though. Honestly, Viktor didn’t want to kill all these people. They would be far more useful to him as servants when he becomes ruler after all. But they were all so annoying… and breakable.
By the time he came face to face with the GDA’s director, Cecil Steadman, Viktor’s gloves were soaked in blood. His suit was now more red than it was white. There were even a few splatters on his face. Yet he didn’t look deranged or unstable. Instead his expression was eerily calm.
“What the hell are you doing Nolan?!?” Cecil shouted at him while trying not just how absolutely terrified he was of the being stood before him. “Please tell me you’re being controlled by someone or I swear to God…” He backed away slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements that might get him killed.
“You swear to God what? What could you possibly do to stop me Cecil?” Viktor hummed, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips.
Cecil tried his best to stand tall and unfazed by the rogue hero but it was hard to mask the falsehood behind his confidence. “You think we haven’t been watching you? Analysing your every fight. Scanning your every move.” He did well to hide the shakiness in his voice. “You think you're invincible, Nolan. But even you must have a weakness. You’re not all powerful.” Cecil claimed. All the while he knew that his team was prepping the secret weapon they’d been working on as a contingency for this exact scenario. He just needed to keep this super powered psycho distracted long enough for them to use it.
“Please. Compared to you I might as well be.” Viktor chuckled. “You lowly animals couldn’t even begin to comprehend the power I hold now. I almost can’t believe I used to be one of you. The thought still disgusts me.” He flicked some of the blood on his gloves in a swift motion.
Cecil squinted. “One of us? The fuck are you talking about?” He asked not so elegantly.
Viktor cupped one of his pecs through the tight spandex, loving how the muscle yielded to his touch. “Until recently I was human. Like you. I was such a weak little thing.” He placed his hands on his hips with a sigh. “Never again.”
“I still don’t understand Nolan. You were never one of us. You made that very fucking clear over the years.” Cecil could practically feel the gears turning in his own mind as he tried to piece everything together. “Unless…” Cecil narrowed his eyes further. “Are you even Nolan?” The question itself seemed ridiculous but Cecil could tell something was off about Omni-Man… besides the fact that he was murdering people. There was a difference in the way that he spoke and how he carried himself. His tone was more playful unlike the bluntness Cecil had come to know from the alien. It was subtle but it was like he wasn’t himself. If it wasn’t mind control then what?
Viktor shrugged. “Who else could I possibly be Cecil.” He flexed his biceps causing the sleeve of his suit to stretch taut over the bulging peaks of muscle. “Only the one and true Nolan could own arms like these. Thick. Strong enough to smash entire islands to pieces if I wanted.” He then pushed his right heel forward, stretching that leg and flexing one of his quads. “And these massive fuckin legs. God I feel like I could squat a planet with these things. Then again… I suppose I am carrying two planet sized globes on my backside.” He laughed as he turned to give Cecil a side profile of his thick bubbly ass.
Now Cecil was certain. The Nolan he knew would never act like that. Something was definitely wrong. He swallowed hard while glancing up and down at the sculpted man before him. “Stop fucking with me. Just tell me why you’re doing this. You’ve helped protect this planet for twenty years. What the hell happened Nolan…” His brow trembled ever so slightly with the fear he tried so desperately to hide.
A shiver ran down Viktor’s back. “Mmmmm fuck. Yeah keep calling me Nolan…” He hummed aloud. He hadn’t heard anyone refer to him as his new name until now. It was oddly enthralling in a way that made his cock stir again.
It wasn’t often Cecil found himself speechless and yet here he was. Jaw clenched as he watched Omni-Man continue to worship himself like a self obsessed freak of nature. But the words soon came. “You’re not him. You look just like him. You seem just as strong. You can fly. But you’re not Nolan… are you?”
Viktor looked down his nose at Cecil as he floated slightly off the ground. “Depends on your definition. Physically, I'm every bit the Nolan you knew.” He raised a hand up to his head before tapping a finger against one of his temples. “But up here I’m a whole new man. In that sense, the Nolan you knew is gone.” He crossed his arms over his considerable chest again. “Well. He’s not completely gone I suppose. A part of him will live on inside of me while I use this body to do… whatever I please.”
Cecil shook his head. “So what are you then? I take it you’re not just some vengeful spirit possessing earth's strongest hero.”
“Nope.” Viktor said abruptly. There was a brief moment of silence as he contemplated what he wanted to reveal before speaking again. “All I’ll say is that I was human just like you until I was able to make this gorgeous flesh my own. So for the sake of simplicity why don’t you just keep calling me Nolan.” He’d never get tired of hearing that name. “I don’t see the point in divulging the details as to how I did it. They wouldn’t be any use to you anyway. Very soon you and everyone else on this god forsaken rock will be under my rule. That is if I don’t kill you first.”
In an instant Viktor crossed the space between them. Cecil hardly even saw him move. One minute he was being stared down by the most terrifying man alive and the next he felt an iron grip on his throat as he was lifted off the ground. Viktor didn’t carry the same scowl Omni-Man would normally wear in a situation like this but if anything the slight smirk on his face was even more bone chilling.
“If it makes you feel any better, the old Nolan was going to turn on you any day now. As soon as his halfbreed son developed Viltrumite powers, he planned on murdering the Guardians of the Globe. You wouldn’t have been far behind them. After that he was going to subjugate the entire human race to serve under the Viltrum empire.” Viktor explained while trying his best not to crush Cecil’s neck. “But I have no intention of remaining loyal to them. I’m loyal to myself.” With that he released his grip, allowing the frail man at his mercy to fall back onto the ground.
Cecil coughed and spluttered for a moment. There was already a bruise forming where this body snatcher had grabbed him. He rubbed his neck before slowly getting back up onto his feet, wincing slightly as he looked up at the man who claimed to be Nolan. “Why should… I believe anything… you’re saying…” He managed to choke out.
“You don’t have a choice. You either serve me or you die. It’s that simple.” Viktor claimed, his deep voice reverberating off the walls in a way that made him sound divine. He really tried his best not to get turned on by the sound of his own gruff voice again at a time like this but it was nearly impossible to stop his fat cock from chubbing up a little. Before long it was not so subtly bulging against his suit and he didn’t care to hide it.
Cecil might’ve been distracted by the sight of Omni-Man getting a hard on had it not been for a group of his armed men bursting into the room. Between them was one of the GDA’s best scientists holding a strange looking weapon.
“HIT HIM! NOW!” Cecil shouted with all his might.
As soon as the scientist raised the weapon in Viktor’s direction, he realised what it was. He also knew it wouldn’t work. In those few seconds of hesitation from the scientist, Viktor could’ve easily killed him and all the guards. But he didn’t. He wanted Cecil to see just how futile any attempt at resistance would be. Instead he stared blankly as the scientist fired the weapon at him, unleashing a powerful sound wave that crashed over his body. Under normal circumstances, it would’ve worked. The GDA had managed to recreate that crippling sound just as well as Viktor had. It should’ve ruptured Viktor’s inner ear. And yet…
“Oh. fuck.” Cecil muttered.
Viktor was unfazed. The implants on his ears kept him fully protected. He didn’t even lose his balance. He just floated there, allowing the sound to roll over him. Even outstretching his arms in mockery for a moment. But there was no need to milk it. He’d done enough of that recently. He grabbed the weapon out of the scientist's hands faster than anyone else in the room could comprehend. He hovered above them for a moment as he inspected it. Viktor chuckled in amusement before dropping it on the floor. He descended hard and fast only a second later, crushing it under his boot with a deafening stomp.
“Did you really think I’d allow you to exploit my only weakness?” The new Omni-Man taunted. “Good try though. If my intellect didn’t come close to rivalling my new power, you might’ve had me.”
The guards raised their guns and began shooting frantically at Viktor. Naturally the bullets didn’t even tickle the Viltrumite’s skin. Their endless spray did nothing to stop the alien from slowly reeling his right arm back. Some of them stopped to run as soon as they saw how futile it was but others stayed as Viktor’s hand curled into a tight fist.
He threw a single punch. It was such a simple action. But when Viktor put some of his real strength behind it, a disaster ensued. By focusing his power, he was able to create a shockwave so powerful that it ripped through the facility with ease. Any people caught in its wake were put out of their misery before they even knew what was happening. Those guards and that scientist were the least of the casualties. Cecil was lucky. He’d been standing behind Viktor meaning he was mostly safe but the back force was still great enough to throw him against the wall.
Cecil was in and out of consciousness for a good minute or so. When he was awake, all he heard were screams and the occasional explosion as red emergency lights blared overhead. As his eyes fluttered, the caped silhouette of Omni-Man stood over him.
“This is your only warning Cecil. Do the smart thing and pledge your loyalty to me. Otherwise you’ll end up like them.” And with those words Viktor left Cecil to pass out. With a loud crash, Viktor took flight by smashing his way through the ceilings above until he emerged from the Pentagon.
———
Weeks passed. Earth was in shambles from all the chaos that’d ensued Omni-Man’s takeover. After his assault on the GDA, he hunted down the Guardians and took them out before they had a chance to group up on him. Viktor was confident he could’ve taken them all at once but he didn’t want to push his luck. Especially as he was still adjusting to his body. So he played it safe for now. Taking out War Woman, Martian Manhunter, Green Ghost, Dark Wing, Aquarus, Red Rush and even The Immoral one at a time. Out of the seven, Red Rush had been the toughest to eliminate. Even Viktor couldn’t keep up with his unfathomable speed as he evaded Viktor’s attacks while keeping other heroes and civilians out of harm's way. It was only when Red Rush made the fatal error of going on the offensive one time that he was finally caught. The moment Viktor had a hold of him, it was all over.
After that, not many heroes or villains posed much of a threat to the power hungry Viltrumite. There were a handful with strange and unique abilities that Viktor had to be careful about but he never allowed himself to be caught off guard. After all, with the access he had to the GDA’s database, Viktor knew all there was to know about Earth’s defenders. Yet despite how hopeless it must’ve seemed, the resistance continued to fight back. He even saw teams of villains fighting alongside the heroes. It might’ve been commendable had any of them actually been able to hurt him. The gap in power was so great that for Viktor most of them broke just as easily as a normal human. If he wasn’t constantly getting off on how unstoppable he felt, Viktor might’ve found it boring.
Before long, all hope was lost. Viktor’s killing spree stretched to all corners of the planet until there weren't any heroes left to stand against him. Nowhere was safe as he forced government after government to pledge themselves to him as the new emperor of Earth. Some resisted more than others but in the end they had no choice. That is if they didn’t want their country wiped off the map.
In only a few months, everyone on Earth had been forced into a new way of life. They’d been told that their existence only mattered to serve their one and only King. For most it was a nightmare come true. Omni-Man, who was once believed to be their greatest protector, had betrayed them all. He talked about the humans of Earth like they were no more than insects yet there was nothing they could do other than conform to his rule. As such construction began on monuments dedicated to him around the globe. Multiple unique Palaces for him to live in were being planned in almost every country. As much as they hated him at first for all the damage he’d done and all the lives he’d taken during his initial takeover, all the people could do was suck it up and accept that this was their new way of life. Serving an all powerful man. Being made to worship him like a god. Literally. It’d become compulsory for everyone on earth to attend a new form of church once a week. There all the humans would sing the praises for the new King.
Now of course most humans only conformed because they didn’t have a choice. It was a matter of survival. Anyone who didn’t serve Omni-Man would be considered useless and would inevitably be executed. However there were some people who took their praise very seriously, usually in the form of cults. These people had truly devoted themselves to him in a way that went beyond compulsion as they genuinely believed him to be a god. So much so that some of these cults even voiced how thankful they were to Emperor Nolan for taking over the planet and saving them from themselves.
Then there was Mark and Debbie. Nolan’s old family. Viktor had ignored them at first but that became impossible when his new son suddenly developed his powers a month into Viktor's takeover. He didn’t want to kill them at first but he knew they’d create too many issues for him down the line. It had to be done. He didn’t enjoy it but he was glad to finally sever the last string that connected him to Nolan’s sentimental Earth life.
———
“I can’t see why you won’t just admit that things have been better since I took over.” Viktor huffed as he looked up at statistics on the large hologram screen before him. “For the first time in human history, everyone on earth is united. No more wars. No more rich billionaires soaking up all the wealth. No more villains plaguing the streets. I’d have thought an outcome like this would be a wet dream for you.”
Cecil grunted. “It’s only because they’re fucking terrified of you. It’s not like you gave anyone a choice.”
The two of them were standing in the recently rebuilt GDA control room. Staff were all around working on the computers as Viktor and Cecil stood at the front analysing the stats from each country.
“Oh please. I know enough about your attitude to know that if you had the kind of power I do, you’d have done the same thing. It was messy at the beginning but in the long term even you have to admit that this will be good for the world. Everyone is cooperating and sharing resources. The rich are being cut down to size. The poor are being elevated. My rule is creating a paradise and I think a lot of people are starting to see that.” Viktor reasoned.
“You really think anyone is going to forgive you?” Cecil asked bluntly.
Viktor side eyed him before quirking his mustache a little. “You think I care if anyone forgives me? Forgiveness doesn’t change anything. And besides, I’ve already received truckloads of admiration letters and gifts from some very loyal humans saying how grateful they are for me. Many of which have offered themselves up as sexual partners. Not that I plan on taking any of them up but I appreciate the offers nonetheless. Goes to show the lengths some are already willing to go in order to show their devotion to me.”
Cecil shook head. “That or they’re just trying to make sure you won’t murder us all for fun someday.”
There was a brief moment of silence before Viktor spoke up again. “I’m starting to think you’re just jealous. Because what I’ve done for this world is everything you and your little agency wish you could’ve accomplished.” He turned to Cecil before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Look. One day you’ll be grateful for me too. When that day comes, feel free to come lick my boots and maybe I’ll consider giving you full command over a country of my choosing.”
Cecil gritted his teeth. He hated to admit it but Viktor was right. He was jealous. Now that the dust had settled, the world really was running at top efficiency. For those who followed under the rule of Nolan, life was easier. It was more than he ever could’ve wished for. He just hated how it happened but maybe he really was being blinded by his own pride.
———
The one year anniversary of the new Nolan’s takeover came surprisingly fast. During those twelve months Earth had evolved greatly under his rule. Not only had the quality of life improved for almost everyone but advancements in health and technology were moving at an astronomical speed. With every day that passed, more and more people seemed to be accepting their new emperor. Of course it was hard to forget the atrocities he committed in those first few weeks but it was just as hard to deny all the good that’d happened since. Those who truly worshipped him were slowly becoming less of a minority. Before long Nolan knew that everyone would submit to him with their full hearts. It was inevitable.
However there was one thing that happened during the year that surprised everyone. After seven months under Emperor Nolan’s rule, an emergency broadcast was held across all tv networks by the ruler himself. He was wearing an incredible dapper white suit with a red dress shirt to match the colour scheme of his Omni-Man costume. His hair was styled to perfection and his mustache was carefully groomed. He never ceased to look immaculate.
Nolan started by speaking to the people of how proud he was of the new world he was helping them to build. It seemed rather mundane for an emergency broadcast at first. This is until he said there was someone he’d like to introduce them all too. Moments later a second Nolan stepped into view of the camera. He looked identical to the emperor in every way as if they were twins. Nolan went on to explain that despite how incredible he was, he couldn’t be in all places at once to ensure everything on earth was running as he expected it to be. So now, his fully realised clones would be here to help. Naturally the news blew up all over social media at the idea of there being multiple Omni-Men flying around. Some would rejoice while others would feel even more terrified than before.
Now on the anniversary, all ten of the original Omni-Clones had finally developed their powers. Funnily enough Omni-Four, the one that’d ingested some of that delicious sperm directly from the source, was the first to gain his powers. He was even the one that Nolan showed off to the world on camera. Back when he performed that little experiment, Nolan more so did it for own perverse pleasure. He didn’t really think it would speed up the activation of Viltrumite powers. Of course there was a one in ten chance that it was simply a coincidence. He supposed it was theory he’d have to test some more in the near future with another batch of clones. For now though, these ten would be more than enough.
Nolan decided to keep Omni-Clones One through Six on Earth for the time being. Meanwhile he instructed Seven through Ten to venture out in pairs across the nearby galaxy and survey planets close to Earth for further takeover. The first six clones were usually spread out across the planet to keep the newly established order air tight as they patrolled the skies and issued orders given by the Emperor himself. They were the perfect servants. All of them were nearly as strong and fast as the original. Their subservience to the new Emperor Nolan was baked into their DNA. And most of all… they were just as hot as he was.
———
Nolan towelled himself off after a gruelling workout. He’d used the highest end resources to build himself a gym that was actually able to get his blood pumping. He used his own genius to design and help construct a bunch of massive contraptions that would allow Nolan to feel as though he was lifting thousands of pounds in weight. He didn’t do it for the sake of maintaining his physique. His Viltrumite physiology made it so he retained a muscular build no matter what. Instead he was doing it for the sole purpose of becoming stronger. He hadn’t forgotten about his long term goal of fighting against the Viltrum empire and when that time came he wanted to be ready.
As he strolled out of the gym, he couldn’t help giving one of his armpits a sniff. The sweaty scent had been invading his senses for the entire workout. So much so that he struggled to focus through his last few exercises. Even after being in this body for over a year, he was still obsessed with its natural musk. That and literally everything else.
Once he’d returned back to his palace, Nolan sent out a call to all his clones on Earth. It was Sunday after all. The day that all humans would go to church and worship him. As such Nolan had decided to start worshipping himself too. Not just in the conventional sense of groping his sexy body and jerking off in the mirror though. He did that everyday. No this was different. Every Sunday he and his clones would meet up together. They would first have a meeting where the clones would catch Nolan up on all recent developments. Then once the formalities had been dispensed, Nolan and his six Omni-Men would head off to a very special and private room in the palace where they could really worship just how god-like they all were…
Omni-Three arrived first. A few minutes later was Two who was shortly followed by Four. After that was Omni-Five and Six who’d met up on the way. The group was complete soon after when Omni-One touched down at last. They didn’t waste any time following their Emperor to the main hall where the meeting table had already been set by a handful of human servants. Once sat, they went around the table giving their updates. They talked of the construction taking place across the planet, the advancements slowly being made in technology, the obedience of the humans in each sector and much more. In reality it was all stuff that could be logged to the new Omni-Database remotely but they all knew that the after party’ was the real reason why their master had them gather here every week.
Once they’d finished discussing the latest, they shelved their logs and made their way to the private suite. All seven of them walked through the ornate double doors with excited grins on their faces as they entered a room full of beds, lube and sex toys. The beds were large and cozy with super reinforced frames built to try and withstand the force of two or more Viltrumite men going at it. The toys ranged from vibrating dildos and dog collars to latex body suits and leather clothing along with so much more to fulfil any kinky desire. There were even mirrors on every wall to ensure that nothing happening in the room went unseen.
Nolan began to undress first. He was still wearing his gym clothes from earlier. The same ones that’d been clinging onto his frame for dear life with how his bulging muscles stretched them. They were still soaked in his sweat as he kicked them off to the side near one of the beds, making them easy to grab if he or one of his clones wanted to sniff them. Shortly after, Nolan watched as the other Omni-Men began to shimmy out of their tight uniforms. All of them wore fitted spandex costumes that were very similar in design to the original red and white Omni-Man suit. All crafted to show off their best assets. Nolan on the other still owned a similar costume but his was more on the regal side nowadays. He wore it most days, especially if he was out dealing with public affairs.
Soon enough they all stood naked in the centre of the room. Slowly rubbing their cocks up to full mast as they stared at one another. Thick mustaches identical. Eyes all equally filled with lust. Dicks all the same size. Standing around in a circle like this always reminded Nolan of the first time they did it. He was so enthralled by it. Getting to look either side of himself and see perfect copies of the sexiest man to have ever lived, all while knowing he looked just as perfect. Because they were him.
It wasn’t long before they began picking partners. Nolan found himself choosing Four and Six to be his for today. That said it was a good thing they all had numbered tattoos on their chests otherwise he’d have no idea who was who when the clothes came off. Meanwhile the other four clones decided between them what they wanted to do. As they did, Nolan guided his chosen pair over to the largest bed at the far end of the room.
On the way he couldn’t stop himself from smashing his lips against each of them in turn. As he did so, his hands began to wander across Four’s torso. Groping those pecs that he recognised as the very same pecs he hefted on his own chest every day. He couldn’t help using one hand to squeeze his own muscle tits while his other hand continued to cup Four’s generous pecs. Feeling the same heavy weight of muscle on both himself and another man simultaneously was the kind of thrill that soon had his fat Viltrumite cock bucking with excitement. He made sure not to neglect Six either as he turned his attention to the other desperate clone before rubbing his needy hands across that juicy bubble butt they all had in common. He gave it a heavy slap and grab before sealing his lips against Six’s as well and allowing their proud facial hair to brush. By the time they made it to the bed, the three of them were already so hot and bothered.
“Both of you on the bed. Ass’ up.” Nolan demanded, getting straight down to business. He watched at Four and Six did exactly as they were told. Their muscles flexed slightly as they crawled onto the bed beside one another. They were practically rubbing their thighs together as they arched their backs and put their massive rounded cheeks on full display. A pair of full moons that were so gorgeous Nolan found himself mesmerised as the two hunks swayed side to side. Tempting the Emperor with the plump cake they’d all become so addicted to eating.
Nolan took a moment to really appreciate the two bubble butts before him. Slapping them harshly so he could watch that ever enticing recoil they all shared. He then wet two fingers on each hand before carefully venturing between the two pairs of mountains. Both clones let out a satisfied murmur as Nolan teased their puckered holes. His fingers circled the sensitive rings until he finally pushed inside. They opened up for him nicely. It was to be expected after all the practice they’d had. Now he could watch those handsome reflections of Omni-Man melt into puddles of pleasure whenever he explored their holes rather than wincing in pain.
Once he’d teased them both thoroughly, Nolan stepped off to the side to grab a couple toys. As he did he looked around at what the other four clones were doing. Five and One were already on another bed together. Five was on top, kissing down the back of One’s neck as he pressed his giant dick inside One’s hole. Meanwhile Two was tying rope around Three's arms and legs for a little bondage play. It seemed like they were all having fun. Nolan smirked as he turned and picked up a couple things before returning to his two eagerly awaiting daddy clones.
Four let out a sharp gasp followed by a moan as Nolan stuffed a vibrating dildo up his ass without warning. He made sure it was buried nice and deep before turning his attention to the other clone. Six thought for a moment he was about to receive the same treatment until Nolan reached around towards his face and told him to open up wide before clipping a ball gag around his mouth. As such Six could let out muffled grunts of satisfaction when Nolan kneeled at the foot of the bed and shoved his face into that big beautiful ass. His mustache tickled the sensitive skin while his tongue probed against the hole. Needless to say, both clones were leaking precum onto the mattress beneath them
God knows how long Nolan spent eating that ass. It was always such a mind numbing experience in the best way possible. Especially as he thought about how he owned those exact same ass cheeks on his own backside. But eventually his cock started to get needy. So with one last triumphant lick, Nolan ordered Four to stand up before telling Six to get onto the bed properly. Four watched as his counterpart got comfortable in the centre of the mattress. Meanwhile he could hardly stand straight as the dildo continued to buzz violently inside his hole. He, like all the rest of them, had such a sensitive prostate that he already wanted to spew a load. But he had to hold back. They hadn't even gotten to the main course yet!
Nolan crawled into bed on top of Six, slowly relaxing his weight on top of the cloned man’s broad back to pin him down. Six hummed needily through the ball gag as he felt Nolan’s cock teasing him gently. The tip slick with precum as it rubbed against that welcoming hole. He was nearly ready to make the plunge. He just needed one last thing in place.
“Four. Get behind me.” Nolan told the other hulking man whose knees were shaking at the vibrators mercy. “I get his ass. You get mine.”
Four didn't need to be told twice. To be granted permission to mount Emperor Nolan’s ass was the highest honour imaginable. His cock immediately lurched at the thought as he scrambled onto the bed behind Nolan. Before he knew it, his face was buried between Nolan’s cheeks as he ate out his master’s hole enthusiastically. The dildo still vibrated in his own hole as he did, causing him to groan uncontrollably between Nolan’s ass. All the while Nolan himself was licking around Six’s tight entrance again, tongue swirling so vigorously that it had Six spluttering against his gag
The room flooded with an orchestra with baritone moans and cries as the seven Omni-Men heated up. Their bodies glimmering with sweat as they venerated one another in the lewdest ways possible. Worshipping their ass’, flexing their biceps for one another and bouncing their pecs in a display of unmatched masculinity. Soon enough the room itself smelled only of horny male testosterone. That said it wasn’t long before their primal instincts took over completely as they started shoving their cocks inside one another. Five, always the impatient one had long since started fucking One’s ass. Despite his impatience, he was always the most gentle and tentative. Making sure to go slow and deep while rubbing up against all the right spots inside One’s hungry hole. Meanwhile Omni-Two had just finished throat fucking the still bondaged Omni-Three as he too guided his saliva slicked cock towards the awaiting hole down below.
Now all that remained was Nolan and his two clones. After all the ass eating, they got a little carried away with worshipping each other's bodies. Not that anyone could blame them. It started with Nolan and Four groping Six’s heavy pecs while sucking on his pebbled nipples. Next they all took turns squeezing one another’s arms and shoulders before Nolan found himself running his tongue along Four’s abs. The last thing they did before sticking their dicks inside one another was Nolan giving both Four and Six a hearty blowjob. Swapping between pumping and sucking both cocks and adoring the way he was forced to gag around their girth knowing damn he owned the exact same monster between his own bulky legs.
Finally they were back in position. Six on bottom, Nolan in the middle and Four on top. Nolan pressed forward first as Six’s fat ass yielded to the bloated cock head. He slid inside wetly before slowly pushing himself down to the hilt, sighing with satisfaction once he was fully buried in the embrace of the tight but welcoming dad hole. He peppered his lips across the clone’s neck from behind before urging Four to complete the train. Seconds later Nolan’s eyes widened as Four slammed into his ass with much more ferociously, causing the former to let out a loud gasp followed by a sultry moan.
If heaven existed, this was it. Nolan was in what he could only describe as paradise. Sandwiched between two Omni-Men while having the body of Omni-Man himself. In moments like this it all still felt like a fever dream. But as Four started thrusting in and out of his hole, there couldn’t have been any doubt about how real this all was. Soon enough they were fucking like rabbits. Four must’ve been extra eager to fuck thanks to the vibrating dildo still torturing his prostate. Meanwhile Six found himself drooling cum all over the bed sheets as the force of Four’s pounding against Nolan’s ass caused Nolan’s dick to move in rhythm too. It was practically the definition of sensory overload as Nolan began biting his lip. Feeling his own cock jutting in and out of the mesmerising ass below him while his own ass jiggled aggressively at the mercy of another dick that onky seemed to fuck him harder by the minute. It was only in times like this that he allowed himself to feel submissive in any kind of way. Partly because the idea of The Great Nowl-Ahn moaning like a bitch in heat for his own cock was the hottest thing ever imagined. And also his new ass just begged to be filled sometimes.
“Oooooooh fuuuck sir!… your ass feels sooooo good!” Four grumbled in a possessive tone that was uncommon for the clones. Even going as far as to slap his master’s bubble butt a few times.
“Yeah? You like owning Emperor Nolan’s fat bubbly ass?” Nolan teased through laboured breaths and the sound of balls smacking against flesh.
For a long moment Nolan just closed his eyes and allowed himself to dissolve into the moment. He thought back on how this all began. His obsession with the Original Omni-Man that’d lasted from the moment he first saw the invincible hero. An obsession that festered for well over a decade as he grew to become one of the smartest humans alive. Whenever he wasn’t jerking off to the handsome mustached hero, he was building countless machines and devices that would one day allow this all to become reality. And he still remembered all those days he got to spend with the unconscious Nolan after capturing him. All the times he’d drained his balls dry and used his seed to create the clones. Or the times he’d indulged in touching Nolan’s thick muscles while trying not to bust a load himself. Not to mention how fun it was to tease the alien when he awoke. But most of all, the swap. Getting to steal all of that for himself was an experience like no other. Even to this day he still couldn’t quite believe his eyes when he awoke every morning to see this muscle bound form and irresistible face. Sure it’d been difficult to stay in control of himself at first after assimilating Nolan’s powerful mind but with practice he’d been able to get it under control. And now he was here doing something that his memories told him the Original Nolan would have despised. Getting his mature hole stuffed.
Nolan wrapped his arms around Six’s waist as he tried his best to move his hips in time with Four. He buried his face into the nape of Six’s neck. He could tell that the man beneath him had busted a load already by how Six’s abs were already sticky cum alongside the sheets below. He was always quick to cum that one. That’s why Six was usually a bottom. It was interesting how despite being clones of the same man, most of the clones still had their own little quirks that set them apart from one another. That said, maybe one day Nolan would have to assign them all actual names that weren’t just numbers.
“P-please let me breed you sir!” Four begged as his thrusts became erratic. He was getting close.
Nolan snapped out of his little daydream. “Yessss… do it for me boy. Cum inside my hole nice and deep. Fill me up like a real Viltrumite warrior!” Nolan shouted through his own horny haze. He could feel himself nearing climax too as Six’s ass clenched tight around him.
Four took Nolan’s words as permission to go full dominant as he grabbed Nolan by the hair with a growl. He placed his other hand on Nolan’s back as he slammed into him so hard that the entire Palace seemed to shake. Even the super reinforced bed was threatening to collapse under the force. But right now none of them cared. All they could think about was their own cocks and holes.
“AH! UGRHH! F-FUUUUCK!” Four shouted as his balls began to tighten. “I’M GONNA… RAUUAAAHHHHH!” He roared loud enough to shake the walls as his orgasm finally hit. He tossed his arms up into a huge double bicep flex as he unleashed a tsunami as potent omni-cum inside Nolan’s ass. Endless ropes of hot seed painted the inside of Nolan’s guts until he was so full with cum that it began leaking out around Four’s cock in heavy streams that flowed down Nolan’s thighs. He continued to growl and grunt until every last drop had been milked out of him. Only ending when Four collapsed on top of Nolan with a hum of satisfaction.
Nolan was already so close himself and the feeling of being stuffed full was just enough to push him over the edge. His jaw went slack with a delayed moan as his cock began to spasm inside Six’s hole. Before he knew it, he was breeding the clone beneath him as well. Filling that beautiful ass full to brim with the seed of the original Nolan. And with that the greatest sandwich in the universe was complete with cream stuffing on both ends. And Nolan got the best of it. Simultaneously doing the stuffing and getting stuffed. There was almost no better feeling in the entire universe as all three of them finally laid exhausted on the bed in a tangle of sweaty muscles and mustaches.
But it wouldn’t end there. That was only the first course. As soon as very short refractory period was up, they would fuck again and again in every which position. Switching out toys. Wearing kinky outfits. Doing anything and everything to get their rocks off over and over again for hours on end until Emperor Nolan decided he was satisfied for the day.
———
Decades passed. In that time Nolan was able to perfect planet Earth into becoming the best version of itself. A world where all humans are loyal and obedient to him as they live their lives to serve him and better his growing rule. An empire that had since expanded its reach across the stars.
First his clones that’d been sent off world conquered nearby planets in the solar system such as Mars and Venus. Enslaving the natural inhabitants of those worlds and returning to earth with data on potential resources. They would then set off for other planets further out into space. They were warned to always stay in pairs on off chance that they encountered other Viltrumites from the Viltrum empire. All the while, the people of earth were tasked with building powerful spaceships capable of travelling far and fast through the cosmos for the purpose of transporting goods from planet to planet as well as migrating human workers to other worlds.
Progress was faster than anticipated. Without all the infighting, Humans proved themselves to be a very productive species worthy of servitude. New inventions and advancements that should’ve been a hundred years out of reach came within a fraction of the time. Of course the success was partly attributed to Emperor Nolan’s greatly superior intellect. When he wasn’t busy giving orders to the people, working out his immaculate body or having orgies with his clones, he was in his laboratory helping to build new tech with the assistance of other scientists around the world. His god-like strength had made it difficult to do the more delicate tasks in science and engineering for the first couple of years but nowadays he’d mastered his control over this power.
As his domain continued to expand across space, as too did his army of clones. He knew the original ten would be stretched thin sooner or later so about a year after they gained their powers, he began work on a new batch of clones. He used some of the stored up canisters on Nolan’s cum from back when he milked the hero all that time ago to make the first few but after that he had to start giving new samples of cum himself. For hours he found himself hooked up to that milking machine as it sucked him dry over and over again until he’d dispensed enough cum for the batch. It was a process he had to repeat every time he wanted a new set of clones. Honestly though, he loved it. Letting that big brain of his switch off for hours on end as he allowed himself to goon out under the constant suction of the milking machine. He’d done it so many times that now he had hundreds of Omni-Clones. More than enough to outnumber the Viltrum Empire.
Not many people knew the biggest secret of the Viltrum Empire. That being that there were only around fifty full blooded Viltrumites left in the whole universe. They were still formidable but against dozens of Omni-Men that were all just as strong, there was no doubt they’d perish.
And perish they did. The inevitable eventually came to pass as Emperor Nolan went to War against Grand Regent Thragg and the rest of the remaining Viltrumites of the empire. It was a short but gruesome war that took place in the vacuum of space where they went kill for kill. Many Omni-Man clones were lost but their superior numbers led them to subdue the likes of General Kregg, Conquest, Lucan, Anissa, Thula and more until Thragg was the last one standing. Emperor Nolan had elected to fight him one on one. It was a risky decision motivated by pride and arrogance. But Nolan also knew that this was likely to be the last real challenge he’d ever get. So he savoured it. Going back and forth against the brutal Grand Regent. For a while they were neck and neck. It quickly became clear that without all the training he did to increase this body’s power, Nolan would’ve been no match for Thragg. But now he was starting to overpower the brutish tyrant. Slowly wearing him down until Thragg was on the ropes. The Emperor soon saw his chance for victory. As Thragg flew at him one final time, Nolan clenched his fist and evaded the attack just in time to punch a hole straight through Thragg’s stomach. A blow like that would’ve killed lesser life forms almost instantly. But Viltrumites were tough. So Nolan finished the battle with one last decisive blow that put the Grand Regent down for good.
In the aftermath of the battle, any surviving Viltrumites from the old empire were offered a chance to join Nolan’s new empire. Many of them surprisingly accepted. After seeing him best Thragg in one on one combat, they respected his strength. It was what Viltrumite culture was built on after all. Some however refused. One of those being Kregg. He claimed they would rather be killed than conform to this new empire full of perverse clones. Conquest also refused to submit but not for the same reason. He wanted to challenge Nolan himself. And that he did. The two came to blows and though it was a good fight, Nolan inevitably came out on top. But he didn’t kill Conquest. Neither did he kill Kregg. Instead he had them both captured where they would be taken back to earth and made use of in a… different way.
After the original Viltrum Empire had fallen, the Coalition of Planets was next. Their army was many times bigger but their warriors were nowhere near as formidable. The only ones of note were a particularly strong Unopan named Allen and one of the leaders behind the Coalition named Thaedus who happened to be a Viltrumite in disguise. But they too fell under submission. After that, there was nobody else in the universe who could pose a threat to Nolan’s plans for universal takeover.
And for the next few centuries that followed, that was exactly what happened. Nolan’s reach was ever expanding to all corners of the cosmos. Earth still remained his home for the most part. It was considered the most important planet in existence now with technology far beyond anything else. The Human race was still thriving. There were even some new Human-Viltrumite half breeds that had come around since the joining of the other Viltrumites.
The clones also reached numbers in the millions. Most of the newer ones however weren’t Omni-Man clones like the originals. There were still lots of Omni-Men around of course and Emperor Nolan still took pleasure in creating a new batch of them here and there. Nowadays though, the majority of the Empire's army was made up of Conquest and Kregg clones!
After they were captured and taken to earth, they were escorted to the main cloning facility where they were forced to sit opposite one another while hooked up to milking machines that drained their cocks day in and day out. Their premium sperm being used to create endless clones of the two. The only reason they couldn’t break out was because of the hypnotic chips that’d been installed in their brains to keep them both nice and docile.
Nolan had won. In the time it’d taken him to conquer the universe, he’d hardly gained a wrinkle. He couldn’t have been happier knowing that he would be around for thousands of years to come just to watch his new empire grow and thrive. Shaping the universe in his image along the way. All the while fucking his gorgeous clones. Hell he’d even started fucking a few of the Kreggs and Conquests. Some days he’d just bury himself in a orgy full of them all.
He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his very long life getting lost in the divinity of his existence.
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed this very long and kinky story! Some of the spicier images used in this story came from Reiner55’s Twitter account. I’d be amiss if I didn’t tell you go check them out!
So it had been a while since we possessed the cheating husbands and they went home. Hubby and I were looking to have fun again but didn't know who to possess. Then walks in the Adonis in the middle of the Pic. Hot as fuck and equally gay to boot. He was perfect for us. But the thing was we didnt want to possess him. We wanted to sleep with him. So we needed our own bodies.
We found these 2 guys sitting by the pool. They were trying to hit on some of the women there. That changed quickly when we took them over right there. We had funny looks for a few minutes since the guys looked like they were spasm ing a bit while we taking them over. But the moment we adjusted, we looked at each other, kissed and smiled.
"Cmon honey lets go find that adonis" I said. I took my husband's hand and we set off.
It did not take much to talk him into hanging out. He saw us approaching and gave us hungry eyes. We sat and talked for a little bit. Eventually we had a hard time concealing our boners that we agreed to take this upstairs.
Once we made it to one of the rooms,It wasn't long till the rest of our clothes were off. Apparently he wanted to be spit roasted which was fine by us.
He got to his knees and began playing with my new dick while my husband came at him from behind. Man, did he know how to please a man. Or maybe this body was just into it. Either way it wasn't long before I began to moan loudly. And after a while I came like I haven't in years, oh yeah this body was so into it.
We collapsed on the bed breathing heavy, cuddled up in a pile. After a good nap of sexual bliss, he asked how long we were here for.
"As long as we can keep doing this" I replied. He smirked. Apparently that was the right answer.
We stayed in these bodies for the next 5 days. Not sure when these guys needed to leave, but didnt care. We were having the time of their lives.
The mall buzzed with weekend energy—groups of teens loitered, couples strolled with shopping bags, and music spilled faintly from stores. But Stretch wasn’t interested in any of that. He’d been slinking through the ventilation ducts, invisible, watching, hunting. And then he saw him.
Dalton.
An 18-year-old walking wet dream. Shirtless under an open flannel, tight gym shorts that clung to his bubble butt like shrink wrap, and cheap black flip-flops slapping against the tile as he walked with zero urgency and zero thoughts. Blonde tousled hair. Smooth tan skin. A pair of big, blue, dumb puppy eyes. The definition of a Gen Z himbo—vacuous, horny, and built to be taken.
He stood in line for a pretzel, lips parted, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok on his phone, abs flexing as he shifted his weight. And Stretch could already tell—this boy was ripe. No resistance. No thoughts. Just meat.
Time to move.
Stretch slithered off the duct in a haze of smoke, invisible to the world as he zeroed in on Dalton. The boy yawned, thick tongue curling in his mouth as he stretched one arm lazily—his throat wide open. Perfect. Stretch surged forward with a distorted whisper:
"Oooopen wiiide, pretty boy…"
Dalton blinked, then gagged—eyes bulging as a thick, ghostly tentacle of Stretch’s essence jammed down his throat. His flip-flops scraped the tile as his legs kicked, mouth stuck open, the ghost stuffing deeper and deeper down his gullet. His flannel flew open, abs tensing and flexing uncontrollably. Dalton let out a wet, guttural "HRRRRK—!" before his whole body jerked and froze mid-spasm.
Then silence.
Dalton slowly lowered his arms. One flip-flop slid off slightly. He blinked.
Then smirked.
“Unnngh, yeeeahh, now that’s a fuckin’ ride,” he muttered with a chuckle—Stretch’s voice layered beneath Dalton’s dumb bro tone. He looked down at his new tan, muscular arms, then groped both pecs, giggling as he made them bounce.
“Holy shit, this flesh puppet’s perfect. Mmmff—tight lil bod, jiggly ass, and ohhh my fuckin’ god—”
He slapped his own bubble butt through the tight shorts, watching the ripple with awe. “I own this ass now? I’m gonna destroy it.”
He caught a glimpse of himself in a glass storefront and did a little bounce, biting his lip and puffing his cheeks.
“Bro… I can make such dumb fuckin’ faces…”
Stretch turned the body left and right, sticking out his tongue, crossing his eyes, flexing abs while drooling down his chin. “OHH yeah, I’m gonna goon so hard in this meat.”
With his cock swelling and balls already aching with a load, Stretch stumbled toward the nearest bathroom, one flip-flop half-off, a dopey grin plastered on Dalton’s face.
Inside the public restroom, Stretch locked the disabled stall, yanked the shorts down, and moaned.
Dalton’s cock sprang free—thick, veiny, fully hard, dripping pre like a faucet. And beneath it, those massive balls. Stretch let out a whistle.
“No wonder this fucker’s always horny—this cock’s a fuckin’ cannon.”
He pulled the shorts all the way off, stepping out and flexing in the mirror. The flip-flops stayed on. Of course.
“Yeahhh, keep the fuckin’ flops on… keep that dumb slut energy…”
Stretch posed, cock bobbing, and grabbed his own cheeks, spreading them, laughing breathlessly.
“Look at this slutty bubble butt… UUUNNNGH!”
He dropped to his knees, tongue lolling, as he jacked the fat meat slowly with both hands, watching himself in the stall’s scratched mirror. Dalton’s face was flushed, mouth open wide in a moaning ‘O’, eyes rolled up.
“This kid’s got hyperspermia, doesn’t he?” Stretch panted. “His cock’s leaking and I’ve been in here two fuckin’ minutes…”
He leaned back against the toilet, legs spread, flip-flops planted wide as he went full gooner mode.
“Yehhh bro… look at me… I’m just a dumb 18-year-old cumdump… nothin’ but meat, meat, meat…”
He stroked faster, moaning, balls bouncing between his thighs. Drool started slipping down his chin as he locked eyes with the mirror.
“UNNNGH—fuck—this face—fuckin’ beautiful—watch me cum, bro…”
And then it hit.
Dalton’s whole body spasmed. Stretch howled.
“OOOOHHH FUUUCKKKK—!!!”
SPLRRRRTTTT—!
Cum shot everywhere. Across his abs, onto his thighs, dripping from his chest. He pumped again—
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Thick, pearly ropes sprayed the inside of the stall like a Jackson Pollock painting of pure depravity. Stretch was laughing between moans, drooling openly now, tongue out, face twisted into a blissed-out, slutty mess.
“AHAHAH—BRO—THIS DICK’S MAGICAL!” he cried, still jerking, still cumming. “He just keeps going!”
Ten seconds. Fifteen. Twenty. Still spurting.
Stretch choked out moans, writhing, muscles twitching uncontrollably as he rode the never-ending orgasm, cum splashing over the toilet seat, dripping from the stall door.
He looked into the mirror again, eyes wide, tongue out, spit and cum running down his chin, flexing his abs as he shot again.
“Yeahhh, look at you, Dalton… you’re mine now… and we’re gonna make this a daily ritual, slut.”
Stretch collapsed onto the floor, cock twitching, drooling on the tile, giggling dumbly.
“I ain’t never leavin’ this body…”
PART 2: LETS EXPERIMENT
The door to Dalton’s apartment slammed shut behind him with a lazy slap of his flip-flop. Stretch stretched his new host’s arms overhead, bones popping, pecs flexing, a smug grin spreading across Dalton’s pretty-boy face. His bubble butt peeked from under his gym shorts, damp from the sticky load he still hadn’t cleaned up from the mall bathroom earlier.
He dragged his fingers through his own golden-blonde hair and dropped onto the couch with a thick squelch. His shorts were soaked, and so was the cushion.
“Heh… damn, this kid’s body’s a fountain,” Stretch chuckled, patting Dalton’s jizz-plastered cock through the tight fabric. “Can’t believe how much he cums—fuckin’ hyperspermic slut…”
His eyes glazed over a little as his cock twitched just from saying it. Stretch yanked Dalton’s shorts down in one quick move, letting the thick, veiny cock slap up against his toned stomach, still leaking like a broken faucet.
“Alright, bro… let’s test the limits, yeah?”
He kicked his legs up, bare soles flopping onto the coffee table, flip-flops dangling from his toes. His bubble butt spread across the seat, cock pointed up and ready. In one hand? A fat glass measuring cup from the kitchen. In the other? A bottle of lube that was already halfway empty.
“Let’s see how much juice you really got, Dalton…”
Stretch began stroking.
Slow. Teasing. Biting his lip, he angled the measuring cup right under the head of that hyperspermic monster, whispering in Dalton’s own breathy voice.
“Fill it up, bro… be a good cumslut science project for Daddy Stretch…”
Dalton’s body reacted like it had been waiting for this. Balls tightening. Cock twitching. Veins bulging. His tongue hung out as his back arched. His tan feet scrunched on the table, flip-flops dropping off with a thud.
Then it hit.
“HRRRRAAAHHHH—FUUUUUCKKKK!!”
SPLAT. SPLAT. SPLAT.
Cum exploded from his cockhead, slamming into the bottom of the glass with brutal force, instantly coating the sides with thick white. The measuring cup shook in his grip as the sheer pressure made his wrist jolt.
Stretch’s face twisted into a slutty, unhinged grin. Eyes crossed. Drool dripping. He was giggling as the cup filled.
“Damn bro, you’re gonna overflow,” he gasped, edging harder, watching the creamy flood rise to the 100ml mark, then 200, then 300…
“OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK—BRO—THIS IS NUTS!”
SPLURRRRRRTTTT—!!
He overflowed it. Cum oozed down his hand, dripping onto the floor. Stretch dropped the cup and leaned forward, gasping, panting, cum still pouring from his swollen cock.
“New record…” he moaned.
He brought the measuring cup to his lips and gulped. A huge mouthful. Groaned. Then licked the rim.
“Bro’s got flavor, too…”
Experiment #2: Distance Test.
Stretch stood in the kitchen, still naked except for his flip-flops, gripping his cock like a firehose.
He aimed at the white wall.
“C’mon, Dalton… let’s repaint this bitch.”
Stroke. Stroke. Veins bulged along his arm, pecs flexing as he braced himself.
“NGGHH—RRRGHH—YEAH BRO—FUCKIN’—GOON BLAST!!!”
SPLAAAAT!
First shot hit the wall. Second arced across the microwave. Third splashed the floor. He stumbled, laughing, cum dripping off every surface.
He grabbed a Sharpie and marked the wall where the biggest load hit.
“Seven… fuckin’… feet,” he cackled. “You’re a cum sniper, Dalty boy.”
Experiment #3: “What Happens If I Edge for an Hour?”
Stretch laid back on the bed, setting up his camera, flip-flops crossed at the ankles, chest heaving, cock leaking nonstop onto a towel. Timer ticking on his phone.
He edged slow, whispering dirty talk to himself.
“Just a dumb science experiment, bro… turn your brain off… feel the cum boil…”
He slapped his thighs. Thrust his hips. Made Dalton’s sluttiest faces in the mirror. Crossed eyes, tongue out, drool string bouncing off his chin.
“Bro I’m gonna paint the fucking ceiling—nnnnggghhh!!”
Exactly one hour later?
BOOOOM—!!
The first blast shot past his head and smacked the headboard. He screamed in ecstasy, stroking furiously as wave after wave of cum drenched his chest, face, feet, and pillows.
“FUUUUUUCKKKK—BRO—IT’S IN MY HAIR!!!”
Experiment #4: “How many times in one day?”
Stretch lost count after nine.
His balls ached. His cock never fully went down. Every cumshot felt like pissing out a gallon of sticky white heat.
By the twelfth goon, he was cackling with joy.
“I fuckin’ broke this body, bro… Dalton’s just a walking cum volcano now…”
He rolled onto his side, eyes fluttering, covered in drying jizz, kissing his own shoulders and licking his fingers.
“Tomorrow, I’m testing what happens if I don’t cum for two days…”
He chuckled darkly.
“Bet I could flood the whole fuckin’ apartment.”
PART 3: SLUTTY DALTON HAS ARRIVED
It started with a Craigslist post.
18yo bro. Tan. Tight bubble butt. Home alone. Flip-flops on. Door’s unlocked. Come dump your load.
No name. No face. Just that. And within minutes of Stretch hitting “Post,” replies started pouring in.
But he didn’t care about names. Didn’t want bios. Didn’t want pleasantries.
He wanted anonymous cock inside the dumb, jizz-hungry body of Dalton—the tight-bodied, hyperspermic, 18-year-old flip-flop bro Stretch had possessed two days earlier and completely ruined.
He prepped the apartment like a goon altar.
Living room cleared. Rug pushed aside. A towel—already crusted from earlier experiments—laid out in the center. Mirrors positioned on every angle. Lights dimmed. Porn playing on mute. The air thick with sweat, poppers, and intent.
Stretch in Dalton’s body stood in the center of it all. Shirtless. Tanned. Flexing in the mirror with his cock leaking already, thick ropes of pre running down those muscled thighs. He wore nothing but a backwards cap and his black flip-flops.
“Goddamn, I’m the perfect little brohole,” Stretch moaned through Dalton’s voice, gripping that juicy bubble butt and spreading it in the mirror. “Let ‘em take me, bro. Use me. Dump it deep.”
He left the door unlocked.
First knock.
Stretch didn’t even answer. Just turned his back to the entrance and bent over on all fours, cock swinging between his legs, tongue out, flip-flops flexed on the hardwood as he wiggled his ass in slow, needy motions.
The door creaked open. A man’s breath caught.
Stretch heard him whisper, “Oh… fuck…” before the sound of a zipper sliding down filled the air.
Dalton’s possessed body shivered in anticipation.
The man didn’t say a word. Just dropped to his knees and slammed his cock in.
“NNNGHHHFFFUCKKKKYESSS!” Stretch screamed, head whipping back, drool flying from his lips as his hole got filled instantly. “Use me, bro! Fuckin’ split me open!”
The man did.
Hard. Grunting. Slamming into Dalton’s bubble butt like he’d paid for the privilege. Stretch moaned louder with every thrust, hands gripping the towel beneath him as his cock started leaking again, untouched.
“Yessir, yessir, use my fuckin’ brohole—fuck me dumb, bro—FILL ME—”
SPLURT.
He felt the first load shoot inside. Hot. Thick. Sloppy.
The man grunted and pulled out wordlessly, zipping up and walking out as fast as he came in.
Stretch collapsed onto his side, tongue out, cock twitching.
“One down…”
Ten minutes later. Another knock.
He didn’t look. Just flipped onto his back, cock standing proud, hole still wet and gaping. One flip-flop dangling from his toes.
“C’mere bro… got a cock to unload?” he slurred, eyes rolling. “Put it wherever. I’m your little goonsleeve tonight…”
The second guy stepped in—this one older. Beard. Jeans. He walked right over, dropped to his knees, and sucked.
“UUUNNNNGHHHH—BROOOOO—YEEESSSS!!”
Stretch’s cock exploded instantly. Hyperspermia in full force. He blasted everywhere—his chest, his throat, the guy’s face, even a shot across the mirror.
The man laughed, licking his lips.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about the ‘super soaker’ dick.”
Stretch drooled, twitching, nodding dumbly. “More where that came from, daddy…”
The man slid two fingers into his hole, Stretch squealed.
The door kept opening.
By midnight? Stretch had taken five strangers. Two fucked him. One came on his flip-flops. One guy face-fucked him so hard Dalton’s cap flew off. Another stroked himself watching, saying nothing, until he blasted across Stretch’s feet and left without a word.
He loved it.
Stretch worshipped it.
Dalton’s body was soaked in spit, sweat, and layers of random cum. His cock had cum eight times already, and it still throbbed—eager, proud, ready.
He crawled back into position, ass in the air, flip-flops squelching with every shift of his thighs.
“Door’s still open, bro…” he whispered into the air, smiling like a brainless fuckdoll. “Keep comin’. I’m free real estate.”
The Final Load.
The last guy of the night was massive. Sleeveless hoodie. Gloves. Work boots.
He didn’t talk. Just walked in, grabbed Stretch by the neck, and bent him over.
“Yeah, stretch me out, bro…” Stretch moaned, shaking, drooling onto the towel as the man lined up.
When he slammed in, Stretch let out the loudest moan yet—Dalton’s body twitched, toes curling in those jizz-stained flip-flops, cock gushing a full-blown load with zero stroking.
“OHFUCK—Y’MAKIN’ ME CUM, BRO—UNNNGH—SHITTTT—!”
The man grunted, sped up, and dumped a final brutal load inside Dalton’s stretched-out hole.
He slapped that bubble butt, zipped up, and left the door wide open as he walked out.
Stretch just laid there, wrecked, twitching in a puddle of sweat and goon.
His voice came out in a moan-drunk whisper:
“Dalton’s just a… just a public fuckhole now… a leaking, flip-flop-wearin’ cum collector…”
He smiled.
And passed out in the mess.
The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but Stretch was already leaking.
Dalton’s cock twitched against his abs, crusted in dried loads from the first Craigslist session—his bubble butt still raw, flip-flops still soaked with cum and spit. He lay on the floor, breathing slow, dumb grin on his pretty face, drool trailing down his cheek.
But Stretch? He was still hungry.
The Craigslist ad had already been edited.
18yo bro. Cumdump. Door’s unlocked. Bring a friend. Double me.
Flip-flops stay on. Cock never soft. Holes wide open.
Attached was a blurry mirror selfie—Dalton bent over, hole spread, tongue out, wearing just flip-flops and a backwards hat. His cock visibly dripping onto the floor.
Stretch pressed “post” with a giggle.
“Alright, bros,” he muttered into the dark apartment, grabbing Dalton’s cheeks and spreading them open in the mirror. “Who’s gonna be first to double-stuff this himbo hole?”
Knock. Knock.
Stretch didn’t answer. Just laid belly-down on the living room floor, feet kicked up in the air, flip-flops clapping softly with every bounce of his thighs.
The door opened slow.
Two dudes. Early 30s. One in sweats. One shirtless in slides.
They saw Dalton—face down, ass up, tongue out.
“Holy shit,” one said.
The other? Already undoing his belt.
Stretch giggled through Dalton’s lips. “C’mon in, boys. Daddy’s open for business.”
The first guy spit on his cock and lined up behind Dalton’s gaping hole. The second circled around and shoved his meat right into Stretch’s drooling mouth.
BOTH went in at the same time.
Stretch screamed into the cock down his throat, muffled moans shaking his chest as both his ends got filled. His cock started spraying without warning—cum squirting onto the towel below him in steady, twitching bursts.
Dalton’s whole body convulsed as Stretch choked and moaned.
“Fuckin’… dumb fuckin’ bro slut…” the guy fucking his throat growled.
“Gonna split this hole wide open…” the one behind him spat, pounding faster.
Stretch couldn’t even think. The stimulation was overwhelming. He drooled, gagged, came again. His flip-flops slid across the floor as his hips jerked uncontrollably.
They came at the same time.
BOOM.
One deep down his throat. The other filling his ass so full, white fluid dripped out before he’d even pulled out.
Stretch twitched in silence for ten seconds.
Then moaned, “Next…”
Next wave.
More guys showed up.
Two frat bros. One trucker. One married couple who just watched.
Every time the door opened, Stretch was already in position—face down, feet flexed, moaning like a bitch in heat. His cock never went soft. His balls stayed heavy. Every load just boiled up again, faster and thicker.
One pair took turns on his ass, stretching him out, spit-slicked and raw, laughing about it while the other took pics.
Stretch loved it.
He begged between loads:
“Yessss, bros… keep fillin’ me up… make me your fuckin’ public cumdrone… just a himbo in flip-flops beggin’ to be ruined…”
By Hour Two:
Dalton had cum twelve times.
His hole gaped so wide, he could feel the breeze.
His flip-flops were soaked with sweat, cum, and floor grime.
His voice was hoarse from moaning, sucking, and chanting dirty talk on loop.
And still, Stretch wasn’t done.
He crawled to the couch, still naked, hole leaking, and recorded a new JOI video.
He stared into the camera, eyes half-crossed, drool on his chest.
“Bro… this body’s addicted, man… I ain’t gonna stop… I’m just a slut now. You hear me? I’m a dumb, dripping, flip-flop-wearin’ fuckhole.”
He moaned loud, then jerked himself into a fresh cup, overfilling it in seconds.
Then whispered, “Next time? I want five cocks. All at once.”
He licked the rim of the cup.
Smiled.
And crawled back to the front door, cock still hard.
Alex looked a little too happy letting Stretch squeeze inside his sexy, fit body. But, when Stretch promises to make you the sexiest fleshie at the club, who can resist. Unfortunately, Alex didn’t realize Stretch was talking about the gay club when he agreed.
“Mmm. What’s my name again? Alex? I’m gonna enjoy pounding some twink asses tonight with this fuckstick!” Stretch says, looking at his cock. “Now, let’s dump that girlfriend of yours first.”
Stretch and Fatso had already found a couple of fleshies to spend their night in, Stinky however, wasn’t having as much luck finding the perfect bone bag to use. Not thinking of it earlier, he decided to go the local gym to check out what was available there. He hovered invisibly above the few men that were still pumping away on the equipment, when he spotted his prize.
Jeremy, a 20 year old college guy, was in the corner of the room lifting weights, focused on his large biceps flexing each time he pulled up the weight. Stinky flew down to get a closer look at the young hunk that wreaked of sweat, Stinky inhaled deeply and became extremely aroused. Although he wanted to take over Jeremy right then and there, he knew he had to wait to get him alone. Stinky impatiently waited as one by one the other men in the gym left to go home as closing time approached. After a half hour, Jeremy was the only one left and started heading towards the changing room. Stinky got excited and couldn’t wait much longer to take control of the hunks body.
Jeremy went over to his locker and began to take off his shirt. Stinky stared in awe at his toned body and perfect pecs. He then started removing his shorts, revealing a huge bulge held in a white jock that made Stinky drool. “I can’t wait to play with that” Stinky thought to himself. As Jeremy turned, Stinky got a glimpse of his nice firm ass that was still wet with sweat, he couldn’t resist swooping down and taking a big sniff of it, which made him wild. He couldn’t wait any longer. Jeremy began to move his hands towards his jock to remove it when stinky said “What are you doing with those?”
“What? Who said that?” Jeremy looked around the empty room confused. As he turned head back from looking behind him, Stinky had turned visible and was right in front of him.
“Me!” Stinky yelled.
Jeremy didn’t even have time to let a scream out before Stinky exhaled his rotten breath into Jeremy’s face, making him fall back into the lockers and become dazed.
Stinky moved down to eye level with the young jock now on the floor.
“Open wide!” Stinky said excitedly as Jeremy’s eyes and mouth opened widely in terror.
Stinky pushed his head into Jeremy’s mouth and started down his throat. Jeremy was thrashing around the floor as he watched Stinky’s body disappear into his mouth, unable to make a sound as his tongue was pressed to the bottom of his mouth as Stinky squeezed his way through.
“Almost in,” Stinky said as he wiggled the last of his tail into Jeremy’s mouth as it closed behind it.
Jeremy stopped thrashing as Stinky got adjusted into the body and took over.
Stinky opened his new set of eyes and lifted his head to look down at his new body for the night.
“This will do just fine,” he said with a chuckle.
He got up and walked over to a mirror on the wall, he looked at the hunky body up and down, and realized he hadn’t taken the jock off yet to see what was hidden beneath. His new dick became hard just thinking about it, he started to pull the jock down over his now fully erect 9” cock, which bounced up when it was finally free.
“Holy shit!” Stinky said in amazement, “I’m gonna get really lucky tonight!”
Once the jock was off, he brought them up to his face and started to stroke his rock hard cock. The smell of the sweaty jock drove Stinky wild. He beat his cock faster and faster as he felt every nook and cranny of his toned body. He took one last long whiff of the jock, before he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Fuck I’m gonna blow” Stinky yelled, bringing his cock close to the mirror, letting it explode all over it. A mass of cum squirted out, as Stinky moaned in complete pleasure.
“Damn you had a lot of cum held up in here fleshie” he said as he looked down at the mess on the mirror. “Wonder how it tastes” Stinky said as he bent down and began licking the studs juice off of the mirror.
“Shit that was amazing, Im gonna need much more of that before the night is through.” Stinky walked over to the hunk’s locker, putting on the sweaty clothes Jeremy had just taken off minutes before, “wanna keep this man stink on me for sure” laughed Stinky. He dug around Jeremy’s bag to look for his phone.
“Let’s have some fun shall we,” Stinky said with a big grin opening Jeremy’s phone up to see that he had Grindr downloaded and on the home screen.
To be continued…
Amazing submission, hope to see more coming from this new writer!!
Had a great weekend with the hubby. Well my hubby who possessed the other guy. We were ghosts that haunt a resort. Sometimes we possess the guests and have fun. These guys were here and we found out they came to bring mistresses over to cheat on their wives with. Well we let them cheat but not with women. I floated down and scared my guy as I climb thru his ass. He was moaning in pleasure by the time I took full control. Hubby showed up at my door and that was that. We explored our new bodies for 2 days. Spent the next several enjoying all the amenities of the resort, on their dime of course. We took this Pic on our last night. In these bodies before they check out the next day. I sure hope they decide to return. Out of all the ones we possessed these guys were the most fun we had in some time. The night isn't over yet though. Time to see how good this body can deep throat....guess we will find out.
“You have the bags, right Eddie?” Christian whipped his head around, already testy with his step brother. Eddie turned with an irritated blank expression before nodding silently. The fourteen hour drive had all but annihilated any sense of fun the two limber boys had remaining. Hoping to get to Southern Decadence from their home in backwater Oklahoma, the two twinks evaded their parent’s prying attention by claiming an evangelical convention was occurring in New Orleans that weekend; knowing all too well that the only holy fathers they’d be with were the big leather daddies they’d only ever experienced on XTube. Frankly, with how late they’d made their reservation, they were very lucky to have booked their hotel- even if it was on the Northshore of Lake Pontchartrain.
Heavy rain and impressive claps of thunder had accompanied them ever since they passed over the Louisiana border, and they nearly missed the turn to the resort, whose sign was barely illuminated by the flickering floodlights: The Sunset Tower Hotel, est. 1921. Turning onto the pothole infested drive, the car shuddered as it approached the impressive structure. The hotel stood erect against the shores of the lake, dimly lit in dark orange. Once grand, the building clearly had been neglected since it’s hayday. The overgrown gardens had encroached onto the parking lot, forcing the two to approach the lobby doors where the old bellman stood waiting. The two quickly popped the trunk, and handed a $20 into the old man’s decrepit hand, bolting into the hotel.
The interior was equally as derelict as the exterior, cobwebs hung from the crystal chandeliers like spanish moss and electric surges caused the lights to have an almost firelike quality as they dimmed and brightened slowly in an unending loop. The place seemed like it hadn’t been touched since the 40’s. Yet as the two began checking in with the inconspicuous woman behind the front desk, from up in the corner of the stained glass dome, two pairs of eyes watched the brothers with intrigue. A hotel of this age always sees people of all walks of life, and it’s not uncommon for a number of said guests to stay past their checkout date. In the case of the two hulking specters, an unfortunate overdose in the coke fueled mid 80’s extended their stay. These two young, twenty something twinks were the first guests at the hotel in months, and they were awfully more appealing than the ancient couple which had preceded them. Thus began the turning of the cogs in the two strapping ghosts.
The woman at the desk handed Christian the key to their room, directing them to the elevators across the lobby. The two sighed, both disappointed at their accommodations, and yet relieved to finally have a bed. With the festival beginning tomorrow, the two decided to turn in and not take the woman up on dinner in the restaurant. The two pressed the button, watching the antique dial move slowly to “L.”
“Ugh. I think I’m going to take a shower or something. I need a minute.” Eddie rolled his eyes at his step brother’s whining, simultaneously looking forward to a moment alone. Unbeknownst to them, the two ghosts had floated behind the two. They looked down at the two boys, their ectoplasmic bodies thrice the size of these skin and bone pretty boys. Christian, noticing a strange smell began to look behind him. Of course, the two spirits were not visible to the living, at least not yet. “Oh wow… yeah I really do need a shower… I smell like a gym bag.” The two ghosts snickered, knowing all too well that the two would have significantly bigger worries than smelling as musky as they did.
The doors opened, and the four entered the elevator. Confined in the tiny space, the ghosts began to scheme. Silently calling dibs on their host, they flew around the two to observe their prospective digs. A tight squeeze was definitely going to be the situation, but they were always the competitive type. By the time the elevator had reached the thirteenth floor, the spirits had made their decisions. Diego, slightly slimmer but more cut than his lover, found Eddie to be a better fit for him, while Marco, a former bodybuilder, chose Christian.
“Jesus, Christian. Did you not shower before you got in the car?” “Oh fuck off. That was not all me. You forgot your deodorant or something.” The boys arrived outside their door, and turning the key, opened the long closed door. Before the two even had the chance, the door behind them slammed shut. Staring at eachother, they shrugged it off as Christian made his way into the bathroom, and Eddie plopped down onto the bed.
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Christian stripped off his preppy attire, taking a quick sniff of both the clothing and his pits. He was surprised to not smell the pungent musk which had sensed earlier. Yet again dismissing a seemingly innocuous oddity, he turned the faucet to scalding hot, and waited for the water to heat. Yet, slowly as the steam filled the room, he was completely unaware of the massive hulking ghost which had manifested behind him. Turning, he was met with the translucent face of Marco. The ghost greeted him with a smirk, and grabbing his head, planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. Quickly pushing the rubbery spirit off him, Christian began to scream.
Of course, Marco took this generous display as an invitation, and slammed his head into the agape mouth. Christian felt his throat expand to accommodate Marco’s head, but simply put, no squirming, stretching, or slamming would get Marco any further in. Popping out of his mouth, the ghost switched to plan B. Christian had flown backward, slipping on the tile and landing on his stomach. Perfect. Marco flew to his exposed rear, and smiled as he slipped his slippery tongue into Christian’s tight hole. Immediately moaning in pleasure, Christian found himself flooded with endorphins, surrendering completely to the incomparable sensation of the probing slick tongue rimming him. Seizing the opportunity while the twink was completely relaxed and loose, he rammed himself once more into his tiny hole.
Yelping, but still overwhelmed with ecstasy, Christian could feel the wriggling sensation of the ghost penetrating him and flowing deeper and deeper into him. Rolling onto his back, he watched in horror and amazement at the form of the hunky ghost sliding beneath his skin. Marco’s two arms plunged in alongside his torso, and began to haul his significantly larger girth into Christian’s tight body. The twink was spasming on the ground, moaning in euphoria as the ghost slipped his entire massive shape into the boy. Christian watched as Marco slipped him on like a suit, his skin stretching like rubber to make room for his bulging muscles. His arms inflated like balloons as the ghost’s hands slipped into his own, tight as gloves. Abs rippled down below massive giggling pecs leading to his increasingly girthy meat. Marco began to enjoy his new meat puppet, grabbing Christian’s smaller dick and thrusting his own into it like a fleshlight. He felt his tail slurping into the bony legs, filling them with his gelatinous muscle before flooding into his now massive feet.
Christian had all but surrendered to the pleasure, anticipating the ghost’s next move with an anxious excitement. He looked down at his new burly body play with itself and watched with a sick sense of glee as Marco’s head slipped up his stretching throat. He could feel the ghost’s head pressing against the roof of his mouth, before the mounting pressure finally gave way. Marco slipped into Christian’s head, adjusting himself within as one would with a mask. His deep, bellowing voice now pouring from his new body, Marco shot the first of his ectoplasmic loads into the air like a geyser, the glowing blue slime completely coating the ceiling.
Pulling himself up off the ground, Marco could ever so slightly hear the viscous sloshing of his ghostly form within Christian’s body. He swiped the steamy mirror clear, and admired his sexy physique. He looked like Christian, but could see his own features beneath the skin, merging into an amalgamation of both men. Christian’s consciousness purred in Marco’s psyche, caught in an endless loop of orgasmic pleasure. He turned as the doorknob giggled, grinning from ear to ear at what was to come next.
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Eddie swung the door open, Christian had been moaning and writhing for long enough. If he was gonna jack off he could at least have waited until he was asleep! Steam poured out of the ajar door, and the foreign stink of sweaty musk flooded the room with it. This was not his brother’s scent… Within moments, a meaty hand landed square on his shoulder, and out from the steam walked his stepbrother… Or was it? The hunky man stood over 6’0 tall and was built of solid muscle. Looking closely at his face, he recognized his brother, but could tell something else was lurking underneath.
“Yo, ‘little bro’. Like my new look?” Marco flexed his massive arm, his bicep now the size of Eddie’s head.
“Chh… Christian… What did you do…” Eddie backed up slowly, the hulking sight and musky scent of his brother ever so slightly arousing him. Marco laughed, his booming voice felt like shockwaves against Eddie’s tiny body.
“Your bro upgraded! And, I think it’s about time for your turn too, buddy!” Eddie felt a poke on his shoulder from behind him. Slowly turning, he saw the jacked, athletic ghost of Diego behind him. The ghost rubbed his hands together before dropping down. Marco held his gigantic hands on Eddie’s shoulders, planting him firmly in place as Diego yanked his pants to the ground. Eddie’s erect cock stood at full mast, though not necessarily impressive. Diego winked at his lover as he slurped his mouth onto Eddie’s member and began to suck. Eddie moaned as the slimy, warm, rubbery ghost slid up and down on his cock.
“Yeahhh, that’s right. That’s Diego, my friend. And he’s gonna take real good care of you.” Eddie nodded absentmindedly, completely swept away by the ghost’s incredible blowjob. Diego pryed himself off just long enough for him to jam his fist and jacked arms into Eddie’s cock, quickly engorged with his ectoplasm. Eddie yelped, confused by what should have been painful, and yet more aroused as he watched the lusty spirit crawl into his swollen cock.
“Yeahhhhhhhh, fuck yeah get in there Diego.” The ghost excitedly slithered into his now begging host, slurping into Eddie’s groin. The boys balls inflated until they dropped to the ground, filled with Diego’s rubbery body. “Ohhhh fuck!” He could feel as Diego shoved himself into his calves, and down into his feet like a pair of tight rubber socks. Looking down, his formerly size 5 feet now stood a massive size 13, and sporting one hell of a funky aroma: the aroma of an athlete fresh out of the gym, which Diego proudly exuded. He felt the slithering of the rubbery ghost crawling up his midsection, feeling his skin stretch and bloat at the pressure of his ghostly muscle buckling out of his now chiseled, lean obliques. Diego shoved his broad shoulders upward, and effortlessly slipped his arms and hands into Eddie’s.
He balled his new fists, the creaking, rubbery sound of his own stretched skin sent Eddie over the edge as he cocked his head backward in ecstasy. Taking the opportunity to thrust himself into Eddie’s head without resistance, Diego shot up his throat and slithered into his skull, letting his freakishly long tongue slip into Eddie’s. Diego sighed as he adjusted himself inside, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. Marco took to his lover’s mouth, planting a deep, sensual kiss on Diego’s now plump lips.
“Fuck that’s always fun.” Diego’s laid back, heavy South California accent flowed out of his new mouth between his tongue play with Marco. The two landed hard on the bed, smashing the frame and letting the mattress fall to the floor. Creaking, squelching, and sloshing, the two rubbed their massive swollen bodies against eachother, basking in the sweaty, musky afterglow of a sexy possession. Marco smirked as he guided his engorged cock toward Diego’s tangy hole, before plunging it deep inside him. Diego gasped and huffed at the sensation of Marco’s girth inside him. Like a balloon filled with warm liquid, the cock thrusted in and out as Marco’s cock slid around inside of Christian’s like a hyper ribbed condom.
“Oh my god, you’re so fuckin’ sexy stretching out that twink.” Diego smirked and cocked his head to the side, winking at Marco.
“You’re pretty fuckin hot yourself, you’re stretching him to the max.” Marco slammed against Diego’s jiggling bubble butt, increasing his pace. “You wanna try him? He’s super into it.” Marco laughed and nodded, his breath picking up. The two fucked hard, barebacking until Marco could barely hold himself any longer.
“Oh fuuuuuuuUUUU…” Marco felt himself shooting out of Christian’s cock, deep into Eddie. The sloshing of his ghostly body rushing into the already inflated Eddie loudly announced Diego’s exit, as Diego slipped from his lips into Christian’s open mouth. The two exchanged their flesh suits, one inflating into the other, until all that was left was buckets full of blue ecto, and two panting hunks.
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The old bellman knocked on the door, the two twink’s luggage in hand. Those little shits better have had at least a $20 tip in there for him, ungrateful little bastards. The door opened, and the stench of sex, pheromones, sweat, and testosterone rushed into the hall. The old man looked up at the two jacked men in the room, ever so vaguely recognizing them as the two he’d seen earlier.
“I… uh… I got your bags here.” The bigger one laughed, and turned to the other.
“Hey… uh, Christian! Bring this man a tip, will ya?” The tanner, more lean hunk went to his wallet, pulling out a hundred dollar bill and handing it to the bellhop.
“Sure thing… Eddie. I’ll take those!” The bellhop handed him the bags, and the two studs winked before shutting the door. On his ride back down to the lobby, the old man could swear he’d recognized those two. Yet, it couldn’t have been them, it was years ago. Must be an old man’s mind playing tricks on him.
"Damn hubby, we hit the jackpot with these two. " I said flexing in the mirror.
"Yeah we did" hubby said looking in the other mirror.
These guys were just 2 straight guys that came to the city with hot bods. And when they realized they can work at the gay clubs for good money they decided they would do it.
Well jokes on them because we seized our opportunity. My husband and I were gay ghosts that lived a few floors up in our apartment. We have been haunting this building for years. We possess the random guys here and there and had fun but no one we felt good about staying in.....till now.
These 2 were perfect. Great bods, gay club and even pretending to be gay, it was an easy choice. We floated down and merged with their bodies as they freaked out. Once in we felt so fucking great. They were gearing up for work so already dressed up.
"Honey" hubby said as he walked in the other room to stare at me " do you think we have some time for a little fun? "
"We will make time" I said as I began to grab his junk.
Before too long hubby was already on his knees and began sucking my new cock and fuck was it a big one. God, it was fucking phenomenal. I was throbbing so fucking hard. I had to make him stop before I came so I can play with his cock too.
We spent the next 20 minutes sucking and fucking till we both came, all the while the guys were in our heads crying. Well they got their wish. They are a gay couple at the club now. We cleaned each other up in the shower and then headed to work, hand in hand. And ready to fuck again later
"Aren't you the perfect grieving father?" Simon said while clapping his hands sarcastically as he walks closer to approach Gareth
Gareth, in turn, looked to his back as he slightly turned his body to see the father of his late son's best friend, but he oddly smirked at the fellow old man
"Well, you showed me the chop when you did all that TV appearance wailing about your runaway son," said Gareth still with the smirk as he then stands up from the table
"What can I say? 4 years in the faggy drama club my father despised and after-hours gig in the local theatre really helped with all that, I suppose?" Simon approached Gareth even closer before opening his arm to embrace his best friend as he said, "C'mere you fucking asshole,"
And just like that, both older men hugged each other in a warm, friendly embrace. Yet, not even a minute passed by and both of them went for each other's mouth as both passionately kissed and savored each other's flavor. They should've done this sooner, it would save them from so much stress and resentment towards their old men if they jumped inside to take control of their bodies say......5 years ago right after graduation. But hey, too late is still better than never and with their dads fit, well-kept bodies and their loaded wealth, they are quite sure to have at least 10-15 years ahead of them to fool around and use their polished persona in the peak of their fitness and financial stability as high-powered executives.
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