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Just as they were about to take a photo together, the guy on the right had noticed something odd in the camera app: the man in the painting was gone… But before he could even say or do anything, a strange force overtook his head, and clouded his eyes for a brief second.
When his vision his cleared, he realized that nothing was off and that it was only his imagination, so he resumed his posing- with a very sly smirk on his handsome face... 😈
A Summer Tale From Sleepy Hallow
Myles:
This summer I’ve been helping out my neighbor Brian who travels a lot for work. Most of it was pretty easy stuff, just watering his plants and walking his dog while he’s gone.
Being in a small town we don’t have a lot to do here. Although you may have heard of my town before it’s called Sleepy Hallow. You know the story about some headless guy running around gathering new victims.
Well that’s all make believe, just some dumb story passed down over the years. Sleepy Hallow is actually a pretty quiet place.
I figured the extra cash would be great since I start college in the fall. But I also just like getting to see Brian, he’s been our neighbor for a couple of years now and to be frank with you—I have a big crush on him.
Brian is this gorgeous guy, probably in his 30s, tall, dark haired, trim beard. He’s just my type.
I was on my way to go check on his place and I noticed one of his lights was still on. Which was odd because Brian typically texts me if he’s in town and doesn’t need me.
I walked up to his door and figured I’d better knock first. But no one answered.
I unlocked the door and went in.
“Hello? Brian are you home?” I walked around his house but the only sign of life was his dog Rex.
“Hey buddy, is your dad here?,” I pet Rex and noticed he was acting strange.
I walk around the first floor and I saw Brian’s phone was here laying on the kitchen counter. I look in his backyard and see his car is parked around back.
“What the hell? Where is he?”
I head upstairs to Brian’s room. I was a little nervous something may have happened to him.
But when I get up to his room, I was shocked to find something I wasn’t expecting.
It was Brian but his head was sitting on his lap. I started to panic. Someone came in and must of done this to him.
But something even more strange happened. Brian’s body waved at me.
I screamed and I think I scared him a little bit.
“Brian? You’re alive?”
I waited for his head to do something but he never responded.
I walk up to his head and somehow he was still breathing.
I tried looking around for some kind of clue but couldn’t find anything.
That’s when Brian’s body gets up and places his head on the seat. I see a piece of paper sitting next to it.
I grab the paper and all it says is ‘the Headless Horseman Strikes Again.’
“What the fuck?”
This is insane! Theirs no way the headless horseman can be real.
And why would he leave Brian’s head behind? Isn’t that his whole thing?
Brian’s body starts moving frantically like he was trying to get my attention.
“Brian what is it?”
He starts digging through his desk, I try to help him.
He finds a piece of paper and I handed him a pen.
“He’s going to come back.” I read aloud.
“Brian is asleep, I’m his body.”
Now how the hell is Brian’s body consciously writing stuff down? Nothing is making sense right now.
I figured maybe google could help. I pulled up Brian’s computer and did a little research.
I felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere until I came across one site. I started to read through it and realized something— the headless horseman can only travel at night. He disappears when the sun comes up.
“Holt shit!” That’s what Brian’s body meant when he wrote down that he’s going to come back. I needed to get all of Brian back to my house.
I put Brian’s head into a bag but I wasn’t really sure how I was going to get his body over without anyone noticing.
I quickly got him dressed and found a mellon sitting on his kitchen counter. This will do for now.
I take one of Brian’s hoodies and tighten it so the mellon didn’t fall out.
“Okay! I think that’s about as good as it’s going to get. Let’s go!”
We head back to my house and of course my old neighbor is outside. He’s always in everyone’s business.
“Hello Myles! Is that Brian with you?”
“Hey Mr. Ferguson! Yeah it is, he’s a bit under the weather right now. Really bad migraine.”
Lol.
Brian body nudges me, I guess he can hear what I’m saying.
“Oh I’m sorry to hear that! Brian, do you need anything?”
Brian’s body darts towards my house. And runs into my door.
“Shit!”
“Are you sure he’s okay Myles?”
“Yeah he’s all good! Thanks for checking in!”
I grab the door and push Brian’s body inside.
“Shit! That was close.”
Brian’s body pulls out the mellon which was a little smushed from running into the door. I start laughing when Rex likes some of the mellon off of the floor.
“Sorry about that, you didn’t have a lot of head options at your house. But hey! Rex seems to like it!”
Brian’s body grabs me by the shoulder. He was now shirtless and I felt like I could really take in his new form.
God, his chest is glorious. His body pulls me into a hug and I hug him back.
It felt so good being wrapped in his arms and he smelt nice.
I finally let go of him and I led him upstairs to my bedroom.
“Okay so the good news is that my parents are out of town. So at least they won’t be able to see you like this. The bad news is that we have a murderous ghost coming after you searching for your head.”
Brian’s body gives me a thumbs down and I giggle a little bit.
“Maybe we should get you a white out board and a marker to communicate haha.”
That’s when I was taken aback by Brian’s body. He starts pulling off his pants, shoes, and even his underwear.
“Do you prefer to be naked?” I asked him.
He gives me a thumbs up. I started making eye contact with his crotch. His dick was massive.
Brian’s body reaches down and starts fondling it in-front of me.
I couldn’t take my eyes of him. He lays on my bed all spread out. Still playing with his pecker.
I sit on the end of my bed. Trying my best not to make it obvious.
I was sitting right next to his big feet and he starts rubbing one of them on me.
I shiver feeling the sole of his foot touch me.
I reach out and softy placed my hand on his foot just to see what his reaction would be.
Brian’s body didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his body started massaging his cock.
I take his hairy foot and started massaging it.
I get even more adventurous and brought it up to my face.
His feet are so hot. I couldn’t handle it. I start licking them up and down. In between his toes while his body is just jerking away.
I crawl up next to him and his body starts undressing me.
“Fuck, I guess we’re actually doing this.”
He puts his finger over my mouth. And I smirk a little bit as he reaches into my underwear and pulls out my cock.
I help him pull off the rest of my clothes.
Both of us were completely naked. I have my hand wrapped around his dick while he has mine in his simultaneously jerking each other off.
Brian takes the back of my head and directs it to his cock. I follow his body’s instructions and began sucking on it.
I lick up and down his shaft and even sucked on his balls. Something I’ve always fantasized about this moment— it was like a wet dream but not in the same way it’s happening now.
I continued going at it while Brian’s body ran his hands all over my back and through my hair.
I felt his body start to tense up. He was about to cum.
I feel his hands tighten and pushes me deeper on his dick. Rushes of cum pour into the back of my throat.
“Fuck! That was amazing!” I say to him, “Too bad you can’t give head right now.”
That’s when his body reaches into the bag and pulls out Brian’s head.
“Uh do you think this is a good idea? What if I wake him up?”
He takes his head and hands it to me. Place it on my cock and somehow his head starts sucking me off.
“Wow! You can control his mouth?”
He gives me a thumbs up.
I start using his head like some weird flashlight while Brian’s body lets me lay in between his legs.
I had my head on his stomach while his body rubbed my shoulders. I feel his big feet running up and down my thighs.
Definitely the hottest and weirdest thing to ever happen to me.
I was so close I take his head and forced it down. Grab his foot in my other hand just to hold on to something.
Streams of cum pours into Brian’s mouth. I was covered in sweat and out of breathe.
I pull his head off of my dick and his mouth still had cum in it.
I bring his head up to mine and kiss him on the lips. Somehow with Brian’s bodies control he was able to kiss me back.
Shortly after the both of us laid in bed together. It was getting close to night. I guess I can enjoy the moment before all chaos broke lose.
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A little sketch comic i did for my new swim coach oc and @juggermelon ’s swimmer oc, Mark. Love these guys…
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Trevor's Blowup
By: PumpkinPatchChronicles
Trevor always wanted to be a powerhouse and did everything in his power to get there. Crazy hours at the gym, extreme diets, anything that'd help him get massive. He'd been going at it for close to two years now, but wasn't seeing the progress he wanted in his growth. One day while at the gym he met a new member who'd just started about a week prior. They mainly stayed out of each other's way (not out of rudeness or anything like that) unit it was time for Trevor to work on his pecs.
Trevor: "Hey, mind if I squeeze in a few reps?"
Newcomer: "Not at all man."
Trevor and the newcomer got about three sets in before the newcomer noticed that Trevor had a disappointed look on his face. Little did Trevor know that soon the conversation to pursue that notice would change his life forever.
Newcomer: "Hey, I noticed you look a bit down. Anything you wanna talk about?"
Trevor: "Oh, nah. It's just I've been working out for close to two years now and thought I'd see more results than this."
Newcomer: "No worries my guy, it takes time to get bulked regardless of what you do."
Trevor: "Yeah I know. It's just...I wish there was a way I could kinda - ya know...skip a few steps."
Trevor smiled nervously thinking he'd made a fool of himself, yet to the newcomer it was a ripe opportunity.
Newcomer: "Well, if you're serious about trying to get gains faster I might be able to help."
Trevor: "Nah man, I'm not looking to shoot up or anything like that."
Newcomer: "No no no no no no, it's not anything like that. Here, take a look at this and see if it peaks your interest."
Trevor was then handed a bottle that had a small label on it filled with a pink powder that vaguely smelled like Pepto. He looked at it puzzlingly and then began to inquire about what was just handed to him.
Trevor: "Sooo... is this like a protein powder or something?"
Newcomer: "Nah, nothing like you'd find over counter."
Trevor: "Is it dangerous, cause I'm not about that shi."
Newcomer: "It's not dangerous at all. Having said that, it does have some...unusual side effects."
Trevor: "Bruh, you just said this wasn't dangerous."
Newcomer: "It's not bro, I swear. It's just that sometimes the side effects catch people off guard. Sometimes people like it, sometimes they don't."
Trevor: "That sounds 100 sus, what do you mean "Sometimes people like it?!" How does anyone "like" a side effect??"
Newcomer: "Look man, you'll just have to try it our yourself or don't. You seemed super interested in getting results quicker, this will most deff guarantee that."
Still unsure Trevor examined the bottle some more, ultimately giving into his desire to be massive.
Trevor: "Ok man, so how much is this stuff anyway?"
Newcomer: "Don't worry about it, you take it and see if you like it. If you do and want more I'll give you a fair price on it, if you don't then you haven't lost anything."
Trevor took another hard look at the bottle in his hands, ultimately agreeing to try it out that night when he got home.
Newcomer: "Awesome man, and I promise you'll see instant results like you're wanting. Just don't overdo it."
With that both Trevor and the newcomer finished their workouts and headed their separate ways. Unbeknownst to Trevor, the newcomer hid around the corner and watched him drive off with the bottle, then smirked to himself and went his way assured he'd gotten Trevor to do exactly what was expected.
When Trevor got back to his apartment he set his gym bag on the ground and took the bottle he'd taken to the kitchen sink. He read the instructions to see exactly what he needed to do to make sure he'd see the results he wanted.
Trevor: "Lets see...take two scoops with water to see results within the first 72 hours. Do not take more than two scoops at any given time or side effects may occur."
With that he looked for what those side effects would be, but found no other information to go off of.
Trevor: "Ppft, what a load a shit!"
As Trevor scooped the powder into a glass he let his thoughts get the best of him. *If I'm gonna do this I may as well go ham.* He threw the scoop into the sink and poured roughly a fifth of the bottle into the glass and mixed in the water. The amount he put in made it the consistency of a smoothie or shake, but he didn't care. He was already use to weird tastes due to his wild diets, so something with a smoothy consistency wouldn't be a big deal. As he downed the entire glass, he stood in the kitchen waiting for something to happen. After five minutes he scoffed and went to microwave a dinner.
Trevor: "Man I can't believe I let that guy work me up, and for nothing! Quick results my a-"
Without warning Trevor was hit with a sensation of numbness in his head and neck. He teetered from side to side a bit, but then stabilized himself. After waiting a couple of minutes he figured it wasn't a big deal, probably just over did it at the gym. With that he got his meal ready and went to sit in the living room. As he turned on the TV and got ready to take the first bite of his food, the sensation came back again. Fortunately he was sitting now, but it didn't go away like last time. As he sat, the numbness in his neck got worse and worse while his head felt like he was on a roller coaster. Within moments he was out like a light, and some time passed before he regained contentiousness.
That Night:
Trevor: "Fuck man, what was that all about?"
He groggily woke up to his head laying down on the couch with the TV still on. He hadn't any idea how long he'd been out, he just knew he went out like a light. In no quick hurry to get up he looked around and saw that his dinner he'd sat on the table was gone. He assumed he'd just eaten it and put things away. As soon as he was ready to get up he was startled by a sound coming from the kitchen.
Trevor: "Y-yo...is someone there?"
There came no response, yet he could still hear clattering in the kitchen just beyond where he was.
Trevor: "Hey man, whoever the hell you are get out!! I'll kick your ass up and down the hallway!!!"
Despite his threats, there was still no answer from the kitchen. With that Trevor immediately tried to get up, ready to throw down with whoever had the balls to mess with him. To Trevor's worry he found that he couldn't get up, in fact his body felt weird. He could still kinda make out the feelings in his body, but for whatever reason he couldn't move it of his own will or feel a major sensation in anything say his neck. In moments there was another clatter and the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen into the living room, Trevor becoming increasingly frightened given his current state.
Trevor: "H-hey, I mean it! I'll-I'll mess you up!!!"
With each passing moment the sounds got closer and closer, yet at the same time Trevor could feel more and more of his body again, yet he couldn't get it to do anything he wanted. Then in that moment, there in the dark, a super hairy muscular jacked guy stumbled into frame. Trevor made out that he was white with grey gym shorts, white tank top, and white ankle socks, the same type of clothing he'd worn to the gym, but this guy was STACKED. Trevor could see that this dude's legs, arms, chest, everything was thicc thick, nothing like Trevor's appearance.
Trevor immediately got frightened and tried with all his might to get off the couch to run, fight, he didn't know, but for whatever reason even though he felt his body almost completely now he couldn't will it to move the way he wanted. As Trevor was getting ready to yell again the mystery man walked into full frame. Eyes wide, jaw dropped and silent Trevor looked on at the massive physique of the man who was in his apartment, wearing the same clothes he'd worn earlier, the same wrist bracelet on his left arm, and no head to be found in sight.
Trevor: "W-w-what the actual FUCK man!!!!"
Trevor to his surprise was now looking at his body, a body which had experienced a massive muscle growth spurt, a body that was headless and stumbling around trying to find where it was. Trevor felt everything now, his massive arms reaching out trying to find where he was, his thick legs fidgeting with each step as to not fall over, his voluptuous chest being held in place by his now tight tank top, all struggling to find where they were and what had happened.
Trevor: "Damn...this must be that stupid side effect that can happen. What the hell am I gonna do like this?!"
As Trevor contemplated his situation, he reacted to each bump his body made in trying to find any reference point of familiarity.
Trevor: "Bro-BRO! I'm on the couch!"
To his dismay, his body didn't react.
Trevor: "I guess coaxing you here isn't gonna work..."
For fifteen minutes Trevor watched his now massive unit of a body stumble around until (by pure luck) it made it's way to the couch.
Trevor: "Oh bro, thank God. Just a little closer and you got me bro."
Trevor's massive arms began to feel along the couch in every direction until his left hand brushed up against his neck. In a split moment Trevor's body shifted it's torso to face it's head, as if it was looking directly at him. Trevor's body then placed it's right hand to keep track of where it's head was as it sat carefully down on the couch. Firmly planted, it took Trevor into it's embrace, setting it snug between his newly thick right bicep and forearm and his bloated right pec.
Trevor: "Holy shit dude, we're stacked AF NOW!!"
Trevor couldn't help but ogle at his new body. Despite not being attached to it or having control over it anymore he could still feel it in all it's splendor.
Trevor: "Bro, wait until the others check you ou-...aw fuck man..."
Trevor soon realized that he wouldn't be going anywhere far if he couldn't control his body. Feeling it is nice and all, but still doesn't do much if you can't control it. As Trevor contemplated his new question to find a solution, his body now in possession of it's head began to react to having it in the area it was holding onto it. In moments Trevor's body began slowly shifting the position of it's former head closer to it's nipple.
Trevor: "Br-BRO, what are you even doing right now?!"
It was futile, with no body to control Trevor couldn't escape his own massive muscular captive. Within seconds Trevor's mouth was pressed against his right nipple, his tongue and mouth taking in all his new hairy pec. Trevor tried to fight it, but soon became enamored in what he was feeling. It felt good to have his newly bazooka pec suckled on, and he could feel the rest of his body falling in usual fashion to what Trevor did when he felt aroused.
Trevor: "This is straight up a bad idea...but damn does this feel good."
Soon Trevor took his whole nipple willingly and began to tease and suckle on his uncontrolled beef God teet. As he nursed his nipple, he couldn't help but feel that his cock, which had grown in size as well begin to peek out of his pant's leg, his balls drooping and making their way down the other. In moments Trevor was lost in his own body pleasuring it's nipple while it's cock grew more and more erect. Out of nowhere, Trevor's body moved it's former head from it's nipple to it's now flexed bicep, to which Trevor began licking, kissing and praising his body's new mass.
Trevor: "Bro, you taste so good. Yeah, flex that shit. Mmmnnn, let me lick your gains all over bro."
The attention to his hairy veined bicep didn't halt his body's erection in any way, and by the time his body had shifted his perspective again, his neck stump sat on top of his new tree trunk of a leg, the muscles, hair and sweat making him more and more eager to take the now raging mast that was his cock into his mouth. Trevor could feel every twitch of his new log, the glans alone looking to be the size of an average apple. As he prepped his mouth to take himself in, he looked over to see that his now pendulous balls, equally covered in a soft peach fuzz hung out of his shorts and graized the back of his thick hairy left calf muscle.
Trevor: "Uuuuhhh, yeah bro, bring that log in. Let me get all of that up in here."
Trevor soon felt the sweet release of his senses as his now runny glans entered his mouth. His eyes closed in comfort as he began to tease and massage his throbbing helmet, warm salty jizz running like water down his neck stump onto his right leg. His arms soon took their turn squeezing his hairy pecs and flexing their massive biceps in pleasure of what it's head was doing to it. Trevor's body willingly squeezing it's new low hanging kiwis into it's hairy under quad with it's equally soft calf. As Trevor began to bite down softly on the end of his glans where his shaft began his body squeezed it's pecs harder and flexed it's legs to the max as it could. Trevor could feel it, his body was about to erupt.
Trevor: "That's it bro..., just a bit more..., do it bro, do it BRO, DO IT BROUGH!!"
Before he could get out another encouragement to his body, it heaved and released it's entire load into Trevor's mouth. The force and amount was too much, and what didn't go into Trevor's mouth and throat blasted past his face onto part of his leg, the coffee table, the floor, even the entrance way to the kitchen wasn't spared. What did make it into his mouth quickly traveled through his sinuses and throat, causing cum to gush from his mouth, throat opening, nostrils and even up into what felt like his brain. His body arched in ecstasy as it squeezed it's pecs with it's hands and it's balls with it's left leg.
After five minutes of release, Trevor's body leaned back into heavy breath and exhaustion. Trevor's head was now over 90% covered in his own milk, his right leg, the table and floor equally soaked. With what little strength it could muster, Trevor's body reached down and pulled up it's still low hanging sack and began massaging it, pressing it into it's left flexing quad, causing runoff to flood Trevor's nursing mouth even more. Never in his life had Trevor felt such a rush of lust, or had felt his body in the way he had until then. As night grew, Trevor nursing on his softening cock head, he could only dream of what else he could do to service his new beefy temple.
*Two days later.
Eventually one of Trevor's friends did come to see him (and reasonably freaked when they saw the state Trevor was in), and within a short time Trevor had his body under "somewhat" control. Trevor still can't outright control it in any way, but with one of his friends as a handler it's manageable. Subsequently one of Trevor's friends (who is also openly gay) has taken to rooming with him now, helping Trevor out in exchange for wild explosive muscle and cock worship sessions. When Trevor returned to the gym, he ran into the newcomer who gave him the bottle.
Trevor: "Bro, how can I every repay you for this. I'm straight up living in heaven right now!"
The newcomer put Trevor's body's arm around his head and shoulder, kissing his body's hairy pit.
Newcomer: "I'm sure we can work something out."
With a grin from the two of them, Trevor's body was lead to the free weights to do chest exercises, Trevor's head with his gay friend talking about what they were going to try new this time, the newcomer starring down at Trevor's body, contemplating if he could get away with some alone time in the gym showers.
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Visual aid for my short story "Trevor's Blowup" on my Tumblr page:
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Cameron's New Look
By: PumpkinPatchChronicles
The time was already thirty minutes to eight and Cameron was rushing to find anything he could wear. He'd been invited to a pre-Halloween party and as usual put off getting anything done until the last minute. Cameron wasn't really the type of person to plan ahead unless it was a workout routine at the gym. To his credit he would be considered quite a specimen.
Coming in at 6'3" and just at 195 lbs his body was the definition of what a lot of men aspired to. His arm were impressive and veined, even in resting positions. His torso was well sculpted with a nice set of semi abs and a hairy chest that could bounce with the slightest of movement. His legs (the thickest parts of him) were well toned and covered in soft hairs, the feeling of rubbing them like rubbing a stone wrapped in fine cloth. Looking at his face and head, it resembled something like you'd find in a health magazine; well sculpted with a close shaven head and facial hair, eyes bluish green and a smile that'd make anyone melt. While Cameron loved his appearance, he also loved his package; surrounded in kept up pelvic hair, it came in at a whopping 6" soft and 10.5" at full mast with a set of eggs that'd make a hen cry for days if they had to lay them.
In order to keep this physique in top tier shape he'd spend hours making sure his weekly routine, diet, and environment were at their most, which brings us back to his current dilemma. Cameron left little time to anything external to himself (bills, appointments, schedules not related to his gym routine, etc.) and now he was whirling around his flat desperate to put something together for his friend's party. Typically he wouldn't really care, but he hadn't seen his friend in months due to being over seas for a job and he wanted to catch up before he'd have to go off again for another few months.
As he combed through the numerous closets in his flat he managed to only find a handful of things to fashion together. His costume consisted only of a pair of short top combat boots, a European style bathing suit, and a Jack-O-Lantern pail he'd gotten at a gym event for the season. As time grew closer he looked in despair and said that what he had would have to do, he'd go as some sort of sexy beach goer (he figured). As he rushed out the door and jogged down the street to his friends three blocks away he wasn't pleased with his costume but was excited to see his friend again.
The night was crisp and partly cloudy, allowing the stars and moon to peek through here and there. All the small businesses and town homes had some sort of festive decor to them, offering plenty of visual appeal to the area. The streets were quiet not quite being Halloween, which was somewhat a relief given Cameron's near naked appearance running through the neighborhood. Despite his reservations he still wished he was able to have done more for the party. As he rounded the corner (being nearly there) he immediately stopped in his tracks at what he saw.
There in the center of the sidewalk was a freshly carved Jack-O-Lantern, dark on the inside with a somewhat sinister expression. Cameron looked around puzzled as to why someone would just leave a Jack-O-Lantern lying in the middle of the sidewalk, but quickly lost interest. He walked up and lifted the pumpkin to examine it thoroughly since it was just there. Despite it's size the weight wasn't that bad, maybe only 5 lbs, and wasn't at all damp or wet outside or inside. That's when Cameron got an idea, since this was just sitting here and didn't look to belong to any home or business in particular he'd wear it to the party and be a sexy pumpkin man. With a new air of excitement and optimism he took the pumpkin in hand an quickly finished his journey to his friends.
Arriving at the stoop to his friend's apartment, he quickly dawned the Jack-O-Lantern he'd found on the sidewalk and entered the main hall. As he made his way to his friend's door he was pleasantly surprised at the pumpkin he now wore on his shoulders. It didn't smell at all, wasn't gooey or wet inside (as he'd noticed before), and the light weight really was easy to carry. In a matter of moments he'd made it to his friend's door and was greeted by a roar of clatter, laughter, and holiday merriment.
Almost immediately he was the center of attention, being barely clothed with a solid physique that caught the eyes of the women and men there. His friend gave a chuckle, thanked him for coming and brought Cameron into one of several small groups to mingle. Throughout the party Cameron conversed, drank, joked around, and flexed for anyone who asked (regardless of sex or orientation), he really was in his element. As time grew closer to midnight Cameron began to notice that his head felt a bit off.
Reflecting on the evening he had been drinking a bit much (more than he usually did given his strict dieting) and chalked his odd feelings to that. Yet as the time got closer to midnight his head became more and more unusual feeling. He soon excused himself from the party and entered a bathroom off the living room just down the hall. As he shut the door he sat his prop on the counter and looked into the mirror. He looked at his reflection to see his hairy toned body topped with the Jack-O-Lantern and couldn't help but feel a bit aroused. He was no stranger to getting in a mood over his own appearance and now wasn't any exception. The Jack-O-Lantern head actually added a new element to his appearance that really gave him a twitch in his loins. Regardless of his mood, he still felt his head get more and more unusual.
He figured that maybe he'd worn the pumpkin too long an needed a break to get his bearings again, and soon went to remove it from his shoulders, then midnight struck. As his hands grasped the sides of the pumpkin his head went numb, then he felt his face fall into the front inner wall of the pumpkin against the carved face. Within a few seconds he felt fine again, but despite still feeling his body he found he could no longer control it. Peeking through the carving once more he saw that he was still standing in front of the mirror, hands still grasping the sides of the pumpkin, but regardless of what he tried he couldn't budge from that position. Then as unexpectedly as he had fallen forward, he felt his arms lift the pumpkin off his shoulders and held it over the sink. Cameron soon became perplexed; he felt his body take the pumpkin off, yet his vision was still from the perspective of inside it. His arms soon began to gently shake the pumpkin up and down until a solid thud hit the sink.
Cameron quickly went from perplexed to shocked, his vision now out of the pumpkin but inside the sink. Confused and worried he felt his arms move back towards his body, pumpkin in hand, and felt the fruit placed back on his shoulders. Soon Cameron felt his arms move again, his hands now grasping either side of his fuzzy face and the sensation of being lifted up, seeing himself leave the inside of the sink. He felt himself being turned around by his own arms to find himself staring down his body with the pumpkin on his shoulders as it's head. Unable to speak he tired to say something (anything at all) yet found himself unable to make a sound. With another gentle plop his head was now on the counter facing his body, his arms retreating back to his sides, the Jack-O-Lantern now looking down at him.
Concern in his face, Cameron tried to ask what was going on, his toned body just standing there. It soon became clear however that Cameron no longer was on his body, the new owner of it validating this realization by grabbing a hand mirror on the counter and facing it to Cameron's detached head on the edge of the counter. All Cameron could do was try to get the words out to call for help, while his body sat the mirror down and grabbed the pail Cameron had brought with him. As Cameron looked on, giving up on his plan to call for help, his body began to bounce it's pecs, his right hand slowly making it's way to a slow forming erection. Cameron felt the mood his body was in and with no way of controlling it, he soon faced the reality that his body's new owner wished to explore it's new situation, with Cameron's head as a toy for exploration.
The Silk Necktie
This is a weird one-- maybe you'll like it, maybe you won't, but either way here it is out of my head and onto the page. Heavily inspired by THIS older, non-tf story.
I've always gotten along great with my brother-in-law Jeremy. You'd never guess that by just looking at us-- he's the epitome of a hulking muscle jock, while I'm more of the slender, bookish type. But his wife and my husband are siblings, and neither of us knew that magic was real until after we had each gotten married.
"So, I hear Rebecca recently cast a spell on you," I said, placing a beer on the table in front of him. "And Rebecca says that it has massively spiced up your bedroom, whatever it is, so now Samuel wants to cast it on me. They're probably trading notes as we speak. So what can you tell me about it?"
He smiled at me, giving me a smug grin before taking a huge swig from his can. "Sorry, bro. Becca's already sworn me to secrecy about it. She knows how gossipy you get, and they both want it to be a surprise."
"Okay, true," I admitted. "But I have ways of getting you to talk... like this!" I lunged forward, grabbing the baseball cap off of his head. He let out the weirdest scream before chasing after me.
It didn't take long for him to catch up to me, of course, but instead of our normal tug of war banter, he just stood over me. "Bruh. Not the hat, not today. Just... give it back. I can't tell you anything else. We can get together after Sam casts it on you, and get drunk about it then. Okay? But it's a surprise."
I stared at him, noticing how he was panting heavily for breath despite exerting very little effort. His nipples had completely hardened, and I could see them poking through the fabric of his tight polo shirt. Was this going to be some sort of constant arousal spell? No wonder Samuel was eager to cast it on me. Jeremy wasn't going to tell me either way, so I apologized and gave him his hat back. The four of us had an enjoyable afternoon, though my anticipation overshadowed everything else.
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"You've been patiently waiting this whole time," Samuel said, once Jeremy and Rebecca had left. He smiled as he started tracing runes of power in the air, his fingers glowing with magical energy. I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing him casting spells like this, but I know he hates it when I fawn over things he considers to be completely normal. "I suppose you want me to cut to the chase?"
"Only if you do," I said, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve. The casual indifference was his favorite part of foreplay, and I knew how to play my part well. "I'm fine with the dining room. You know how much I hate cleaning the sofa afterwards."
Samuel stepped forward, lowering himself onto his knees to unfasten my pants. "You really are cutting to the chase," I said, placing my hands on the top of my head. He seldom enjoyed oral-- he was more about sloppy makeouts and topping-- so I was certainly not going to object. My cock sprang to attention as he rolled down the waistband of my boxers. He grabbed it firmly in his left hand, causing me to let out a soft moan as the warmth of his grip rippled up my spine.
I had expected him to start playing with the tip of my manhood with his tongue, but instead he pulled his hand away-- taking my cock and balls with him. "What the fuck?" I yelled, too confused to be angry. "That's mine, give that back!" I could feel it resting against the hardwood floor where he had placed it, and I could feel his fingers tracing my shaft as he kept casting whatever spell he had in mind.
After what felt like an eternity, he picked it back up off of the floor. I extended my hand to take it from him, but instead he started pulling and stretching it as if it were made of taffy. I let out a panicked cry, but it didn't actually hurt. Samuel was turning my junk into a silk necktie in front of my eyes. The process was edging me to the point of madness-- my body responded like I was rock hard-- but my body may as well have been a Ken Doll for all that it mattered. I looked up at him with desperation in my eyes.
"It's easy enough to reverse," he said, flashing that same smug grin that had caused me to fall for him all those months ago. "Even though it's just a necktie, you can feel everything." He ran his fingers along the length of the tie for emphasis, and it felt as if his fingers were teasing the shaft of my erect cock. "Everything except completion, that is. Now you can walk around in public with a massive erection, and only you and I will know the truth of it. Only I get to control when you can cum."
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I apologized to Jeremy the next time we met up-- how could I have ever known that his wife had turned his dick into a hat? He knew right away that Samuel had turned mine into a necktie, and we commiserated over the feeling of constant edging. Maybe our spouses would get tired of the spell over the next few weeks... but maybe not. Neither of us wanted to admit to the other that we actually liked it.
I anchored my cock in place with the tie clip that Samuel had bought for this purpose-- it was enough of a sensory overload to feel through the silk necktie without it flapping around in the wind. For the most part, I was used to the feeling of my own hands on my new cock, as well as the reassuring warmth as it rested against my chest. I was no longer embarrassed every time I had to sit down to pee, although I do miss being able to use a urinal. Samuel doesn't give me any time with my real cock outside of our time in the bedroom, and I'm slowly getting used to the feeling of absence between my legs.
He came up behind me and traced his fingers across the raised stripes-- he loved hearing me gasp for breath at the sudden, unexpected sensations. "I've already made our dinner reservations for tonight," he said as he rubbed my shoulders. "There's also a tailor nearby... I thought maybe we could also get you measured for a new suit?" I looked into his eyes. We both knew a tailor would brush his hands against my tie while collecting my measurements. I bit my lip, and nodded in agreement.
"Then it's a date," he said, wrapping his hand around my throat and brushing his fingers against the knot of my cock as he pulled me close for a deep kiss. I would have cum right then and there, if only my body had the necessary equipment.
Detachable Floor Model
Everyone in my friend group told me not to take a modeling job at DiMitto Industries, but I was running out of options. I moved halfway across the country to be with Hailey, only for her to dump me after three weeks of living together. The friends I'd made through Hailey's church kept telling me stuff like 'everything happens for a reason' or 'something good will happen soon' but empty platitudes can't pay rent. I couldn't afford to move home, and unless I found a steady income soon, I wouldn't be able to afford to buy food, either. If I couldn't find work as a nutritionist, this seemed like the next best option for my limited skillset.
Still, sitting there with my head detached from my body, it was hard not to have second thoughts. DiMitto was an industry leader in detachable limb technology, and their autopilot options were in high demand among people eager to be in two places at once. Having your head attend meetings or watch TV while your body exercised was the new standard of upper class living.
Or, in my case, having my body walk around the DiMitto sales floor to show off the autopilot technology while my head was kept on a table in the staff breakroom until it was time to clock out. Being a Sales Floor Model was one step away from being a Porn Star, but at least the implants were free. Well, the neck implant was free. They offered an employee discount for additional detachable limbs, but for that price I'd rather buy a car.
Once all of the onboarding paperwork was filed, one of the sales reps came by to escort my body out to the Sales Floor. For the next eight hours, it would wander around, flex its muscles, and demonstrate its ability to follow verbal commands. I was left behind on the desk until one of the accountants found me and moved me into the staff room with the other models.
"You must be the new guy," said the blonde head on the left. "I'm Kyle, and this is Dylan." I gave each of them a sharp nod in turn, once I realized I didn't have a hand to shake with anymore. Still, they were nice guys, and we had enough in common to pass the time with idle chatter. And there was a TV on in the background for whenever the conversation idled.
It was definitely an undignified job-- a janitor came by every hour with a vertical water bottle, keeping us hydrated as if we were hamsters. Apparently lunch would be a protein shake, and Dylan assured me it was going to be served the same way. Still, it was probably the easiest paycheck I had ever earned. Being paid to chat with coworkers all day? I could get used to this.
It was weird being nothing more than a detached head. Sure, I could still feel my body, but with the autopilot implant activated, I couldn't control it at all. It was actually easy to zone out and ignore those sensations entirely. My body was mostly just walking around and flexing. The sales floor was set up like a gym, but since the goal was to show off the autopilot technology I wasn't actually doing any workouts. My feet would probably be sore once I was reattached at the end of the day, but... the job was still far less physically demanding than any prior blue collar job I'd held. I couldn't figure out why so many of my church friends tried to warn me away from this job until it happened.
"Someone just grabbed my dick!" I yelled, gasping in shock. The customer had been rubbing their hand along my chest, but I hadn't expected their hand to wander below the belt. I glanced over to Kyle and Dylan for sympathy, but they were just smiling at me.
"If you want to keep this job, you'll get used to it," Kyle said, nodding sagely. "Most of the customers are well behaved, but they're allowed to stress test the merchandise."
"Just wait until they make you cum," Dylan added. "They'll never admit it, but I'm pretty sure some of the sales reps let the customers do that to seal the deal. Hand job, blow job, topping, bottoming... the sales floor gets up to some kinky shit when they're trying to close on a deal."
I kept looking back and forth between the two of them, waiting for them to burst into laughter, yell 'psyche!' or... something. They just kept talking like it was the most normal thing in the world. No wonder my straight-laced friends wanted me to stay away from this place! But honestly? I think I could get used to this.
