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Mask Possession 1

I opened the parcel and saw the mask for the first time. It was black, with a glossy surface and seemed sort of evil, that was the first thing that came to my mind. It had no mouth, with a straight surface going from the tip of the nose to the chin, two eye holes, and very angular features, with very pronounced brows and cheekbones.

But who had sent this to me? I had no idea. The parcel had my name and address on it so it wasn’t a mistake. I took the mask and the surface felt so weird, it was hard but had a sort of liquid feeling at the same time, it looks really glossy.

I felt curious, I walked in front of a mirror to see how it’d look on me and put it on without much thought. I instinctively thought I would have to hold it on my face with my hand since it had no strap but as soon as it touched my skin, it seemed attached to me, locked in place somehow.

Suddenly, I felt something odd. Was the mask moving? I instinctively tried to take it off but I could not get a hold of it, its surface felt slippery. I tried to find the edges of the mask but felt as if it were expanding, covering more and more of my head, spreading over my hair. This couldn't be happening, it's not possible. I redoubled my efforts, desperately tried to grasp the mask but its surface was smooth, so slippery, almost slimy but hard at the same time, that seemed impossible. I tried to find some tiny gap between my skin and the mask so I could take it off but it was impossible to find anything. I could see on the mirror that the black material was spreading over my ears and hair, wrapping my head and had already perfectly attached to my jaw, emphasising it somehow.

I stopped to think of anything else I could try and realised, it had stopped, or finished, it was covering my whole head now, sealing me inside. Now my head was black and shiny, no visible mouth or ears, but still capable of speaking and hearing. Seeing my reflection, I couldn’t help thinking I was hot, I seemed so aggressive and dangerous wearing this mask and I even began to feel really turned on by it. But I fought against such thoughts, this was not normal, I should be terrified, this thing was probably doing something to me.

“Don’t fight it. Now you belong to me.” I heard in my head and jumped totally scared. Who said that? It couldn't be the mask! “Yes, I have chosen you and there’s nothing you can do. You put me on and now you’re mine, forever.”

I knew this was some kind of nightmare but at the same time there was something in me, some hidden part of me that liked it very much, that found it terribly arousing, that wanted this and more. Somehow, the mask knew it, knew that deep down I yearned for this, that the idea of being used, being transformed, reshaped into what a superior force wanted was a massive turn on for me.

“In time, we will merge into one single being, my slave, our wills will become one, we will bond. But, in order to be one, first you must be trained, transformed and reshaped into a worthy being.”

“No! No, no, no. This is not happening!”

“Oh, it is happening and you know you want it, don’t fool yourself. You will love this next part. Look at us.”

And Immediately I began to feel something strange. I looked into the mirror and saw the imposing black mask I was wearing, I couldn’t recognise myself, it was such an odd feeling. But something else was happening to my clothes, they began to dissolve! What was happening? I looked at my arms and legs and indeed indeed my clothes were disappearing. In a few moments I found myself totally naked, except for the black mask covering my head.

“You have a nice body. Tried to get big by going to the gym, didn’t you? But you have not reached your full potential because you were expecting me, you needed a Master to order your body to grow, to become a true beast that exudes sexual prowess.”

I could feel and see that I was getting hard just by hearing these things. My mind was getting clouded by an overwhelming wave of arousal when something began to happen to the mask. It looked as if it were dripping or partially melting, or it was as if some long tentacle had appeared below my chin and was stretching downwards. It fell on my hard cock, rapidly engulfing it. I tried to get it off but it was almost like liquid, impossible to grab.

“No, no, your package now belongs to me as well”, I heard the mask say while I felt the black substance wrap itself around my balls. It expanded across my waist and formed a jockstrap, tightly compressing my erection. I was surprised by how good it felt, my cock was really hard but trapped inside this black substance. “You will cum only when I allow you too. I want you to succumb to your sexual need, to your arousal, we will become pure sex incarnate.”

I look at myself in the mirror and found myself attractive, wearing a black mask and with an obscenely large bulge being contained by a surprisingly tight jockstrap. “We look good, don’t you think? But there’s way more we can do.” Suddenly my whole body began to feel weird.

First, my pecs began to grow, I could not believe it but I clearly felt it, they were swelling, becoming huge. I could actually feel the strength I was gaining and couldn’t help getting even more aroused. I look at the mirror and was utterly astonished, my goodness, my pecs were massive now. I began to flex when I felt my arms growing incredibly thick and muscular. Damn, this couldn't be real. My legs became huge and my back surprisingly wide, even my glutes became bigger and rounder, perfect to attract other men. Now, I was looking at a perfect body, something I had always secretly dreamt of and fantasised about.

I had never been more aroused, it was impossible to resist so I tried to jack off through the black jockstrap that I was now wearing. “Yes, that’s it, let your need consume you, take over your mind. You need to surrender yourself completely, give in to you urges, succumb to sex and open your mind to me. Let me change you further, let me reshape you, bond with you completely.”

But there was some part of me that still resisted, that didn’t want to surrender completely to this alien thing. And yet, I felt the mask’s influence over my mind, becoming less repressed, losing my inhibitions, making me more willing to accept and seek my kinks and fetishes, making the sexual part of me more dominant. I began to imagine myself as this beast of pure sex, pure pleasure but some part of me still resisted. This wasn’t me and was not sure I wanted to become that.

“You know you want this, boy. You know you want to become one with me but we won’t be able to merge until you accept me completely. So, until then, you are mine. Your body and mind are mine and you will learn to love my control.”

I realised I was still trying to jack off but could not do much more than rub my tightly wrapped package. I found myself enjoying such restraint so much. What was happening to me? Relinquishing control over myself to this being was suddenly such a turn on. Or had that always been the case and I was only now accepting it?

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Symbiote control 1

Jake was a friendly guy I had met at the gym, he had been going to the gym for some time but had never taken working out very seriously so he was far from muscular, way smaller than me, and also a bit shorter and younger but, despite all that, I found him quite cute.

One day, the symbiote, looking for a new host, happened to find Jake in his flat and didn’t hesitate. It threw itself onto Jake, immediately wrapping its tendrils around his body, dissolving his clothes and immobilising him. Jake screamed and panicked but there was nothing else he could do. The symbiote created large tentacles that anchored to the ceiling and walls, and raised his struggling body from the floor.

Jake war there, suspended in the middle of the room by the tentacles while tendrils completely covered his body and began to enter all his orifices. He felt penetrated everywhere and couldn’t be more terrified. The large amount of tendrils entering his mouth and arse fused together and took the form of massive cocks in order to begin to train Jake for what would become, to boost his sexuality. That is when Jake began to understand what the symbiote wanted from him, it wanted to use him to reproduce, to expand to other males and dominate them.

The symbiote began to merge with Jake’s mind as well. It reshaped his personality, fusing its needs with Jake’s, amplifying his desires. It found his secret sexual desires and fantasies and used them to guide the transformation of his mind and body. He would become an embodiment of everything he desired.

And so, his muscles began to grow. The symbiote engulfed his chest and two huge pecs began to grow, Jake loved guys with big pecs so they became huge and rounded but incredibly hard and powerful, with his nipples visible on the surface of the symbiote that now covered them. Then, his arse began to swell, to become big and bubbly, eager to milk cock. His arms and legs swelled with muscle while the symbiote wrapped itself around them. His package was swallowed by the symbiote and began to grow too, it would become their new reproductive organ. The symbiote invaded Jake’s balls, merging with them, changing them irrevocably. From now on, he would be able to pump his symbiote inside other men, corrupting them and transforming them. Lastly, his erect cock grew and grew, becoming huge.

The symbiote bonded with Jake’s mind as well, he became aggressive and dominant, a total alpha that would subjugate other men and play with them, transforming them according to his whims. Nobody would be able to resist him now that he was so utterly stunning, a fantasy made real; and the first guy he thought of was me.

And so, a few hours later I was going to his place. I didn’t understand what could be so important that needed for me to go in person with such a hurry. After all, I didn’t know him so well, we didn’t share much apart from the gym so when he opened the door and I saw him, the first thing I thought was that he was wearing some sort of costume. I entered his flat and closed the door. I took a closer look at him and began to realise what I really had in front of me.

I could not believe it, the symbiote… it was real! And it had bonded with Jake?! It was impossible and yet, I was seeing it, it was right in front of me. Wow, what a body he had now, it was so impressive, he was still smaller than me, he hadn’t gown taller and my muscles were also bigger but he had somehow a better body, perfect. His pecs, for instance, had grown so big and juicy, they seemed so pumped, smaller than mine but only because his overall body frame was smaller, his arms so thick and perfectly defined, his legs so huge and strong and everything covered by the symbiote, a black slime that was hugging everything so tightly. He seemed to have achieved his full potential, bulging everywhere but still a smaller guy and that turned me on so so much. I suddenly discovered that I would love to be dominated by a smaller guy like Jake, used by him, or perhaps it was a fantasy that was being created by my mind right then and there. He seemed to be oozing such power and arrogance.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Jake said while he flexed his biceps and pecs. My goodness, they were so massive.

And then there was his cock, so long and thick, so hard, it was pulsing, throbbing, almost as if it had its own mind. I felt a sudden and incredible urge to surrender to this cock, to let it have its way with me, use me and rule me.

“Come here and taste it,” Luke commanded and I obeyed. I walked to him and knelt. God, his cock was so big and right there, in front of me, totally covered by the symbiote that seemed to be flowing all over it. I began to lick its tip and it tasted unlike anything I had tasted before. I needed more so I began to introduce more and more of Jake’s cock in my mouth. I felt my mouth full as it reached my throat and kept going deeper and deeper. I thought I would choke but it didn’t happen and Jake began to thrust while he grabbed my head and pressed it against his cock. I felt utterly dominated by Jake, forced to give him pleasure and was absolutely turned on by this role.

“Now, let’s make you mine,” Jake said and began to cum inside me. “That’s it, swallow everything.” But I began to feel something odd, as if Jake’s cum were moving inside me; and it was, his symbiotic cum was invading my body and my mind, bonding with it, making me his.

He took his cock out of my mouth and somehow I perfectly understood what I he wanted as I turned around.

“First, let’s see you,” he said while behind me. He took off my t-shirt, shorts and underwear, releasing my terribly hard cock. He then grabbed my pecs from behind. “Yes, you’re a perfect for what’s about to come.” I could feel the tip of his cock against my glutes and was terribly eager to feel it thrust inside me, I needed this incredibly hot guy to use me. And suddenly he pushed me against a wall and felt his cock pushing very slowly inside me. His symbiote had to be acting as some sort of super lube because it slipped right in. It was reaching very deeply inside me, hitting the right spot. Then Jake began to pull out a bit and then thrust back in, he began to build a pace and it drove me wild. He was so big and felt so powerful, shoving it inside me, pushing me against the wall.

I felt his strong arms around me, holding me tightly, pressing me against his body, against his bulging muscles, I felt his pecs against my back while he kept furiously fucking my arse. Suddenly, Jake began to climax, I could feel him pumping his semen inside me. “Yes! Yes! Let my cum enter you, feel it invade you.” But he didn’t seem to stop cumming, his seed was flooding my hole.

Then, his black symbiotic cum began to ooze out of my arse while he kept thrusting, it spread creating tendrils around my waist and between my legs towards my package. Before I really knew what was happening it was already wrapping itself around my hard cock and balls. It covered my package creating some sort of fabric that compressed it. It felt like some sort of very tight underwear, my cock was forced down, imprisoned by the symbiotic fabric, forming a huge protruding bulge. I felt tight straps forming around my glutes and knew that Jake’s symbiotic cum was creating a jockstrap, it was trapping my package, denying me any release.

Jake grabbed my package and kept fucking me. “I own this now. You won’t be able to cum or even pleasure yourself unless I allow you to. I want you constantly aroused, always eager to be fucked by me, ready to please me and give me pleasure, slowly being reshaped.” He took his cock out but kept groping my muscles, caressing my lats and grabbing my pecs. “I’m going to love seeing you transform, your body is mine and I want it bigger and bigger, every time I cum inside you, my symbiotic cum will bond with your muscles making them follow my desires. I’m going to make you grow into my musclebound bitch, completely taken over by your muscles and your never satisfied sexual lust. By the time I’m finished with you, you will only be able to think about sex, you will have become my perfect muscle slave.”

Barely satisfied, unable or, to be more precise, not allowed to cum I left his place a little bit later in a state of permanent arousal; clearly this was what Jake wanted. For the rest of the day, it was really difficult to think about anything other than Jake’s body, how the symbiote had made him perfect and how arousing it was for me to feel controlled by him. My cock was permanently hard but tightly contained by the jockstrap. I tried to jack off but there was not much I could do with this jockstrap, I grabbed it, rubbed it, but nothing. I felt so sexually excited and full of energy that needed to do something so I decided to go to the gym.

As soon as I arrived I changed my jeans for a pair of sweatshorts to cover the jockstrap and proceeded to the weights area. I began to work on my legs as I had planned to do but there was something totally different this time, I was feeling like nothing I had ever felt before, almost as if I were growing with each set, feeling my legs grow thicker and thicker. I was getting a massive pump with that workout, or so I thought. I guess somehow I knew that it was not just that, that my jockstrap, Jake’s symbiote, was doing something more to me.

I was also terribly aroused, but was not worried about my erection obscenely pressing my shorts since I already knew that my tight jockstrap was preventing it, it was an odd sensation, to be able to get terribly hard in public and not have to worry about it, although I did feel the now usual pain of the constraint. But the symbiote, or Jake, was telling me something again, was encouraging or even forcing me to workout harder, harder than ever in fact, I was lifting surprisingly high weights and felt my muscles and my energy increasing.  “Yes, more! Bigger! Stronger!”

I was so turned on that I had to take a break and go to the changing room. There was nobody there so I began to check my legs in the mirror. They looked bigger! There was no doubt about it. My cock became even harder and I couldn’t help trying to stroke it through the jockstrap, but this time, something happened. I felt the jockstrap shift and an odd feeling expand though my glutes. I pulled down my shorts and saw that the symbiote was expanding! It engulfed my glutes and continue downwards, wrapping itself around my pumped legs. It felt as if it were caressing or even sucking my muscles everywhere, I was totally taken over by the overwhelming arousal and when it finished expanding I was wearing extremely tight leggings. They looked so hot! Black but almost like liquid so the shine would show how bulging my muscles were.

I turned around and saw how much bigger my arse looked now, so bubbly, so juicy and desirable. But it was my package the most impressive part; it had grown too! It was so big, and the fabric was so tight that it seemed almost painted on me if it weren’t for how tightly it was restraining what looked like a massive cock.

“Yes, look at you now, bulging in all the right spots. A pure sex beast that craves attention, desire and envy. From now on you will workout wearing only these tights so that everybody can see how big you are going to become, the massive package and glutes you have and sense that you crave being fucked.”

“What? No! I can’t go out like this.” I was trying to resist my arousal but my right hand was rubbing my crotch. God! I needed to cum!

I was so taken over by my needs that I couldn’t think clearly any more, I had to comply so I left the changing room and resumed my workout. I started doing hip thrusts, I needed to feel my glutes pumped and I realised that my huge and tightly wrapped package was in full display every time I pushed my hips upwards, my new tights were really accentuating it.

I saw a guy looking at my every time I continued with my sets, I think he was one of the personal trainers of the gym. He was wearing a compression top that showed what an impressive physique he had. It was clear that he didn’t want me to see him looking at me but he couldn’t help it, I was becoming such a beast. I’m sure he was imagining what it would be to worship me, to have this huge package to himself, to grope it, lick it, swallow it.

“Yes, show him what you have.” I turned my hips around and began to check my arse in the mirror opposite me, contracting my glutes to see them moved, and to show this guy how impressive my arse was. As I suspected, he couldn’t help staring at it. I suddenly realised that I needed him to fuck me and my mind was flooded with images of him fucking my arse against the walls of the toilet, pressing his big pecs against my back. I wanted to lie myself upside down on an inclined bench and let him fuck my arse right there.

But, wait a minute; what? No! That wasn’t me! It was becoming increasingly difficult to restrain my urges. I needed to cum. No! I needed to take this thing off! I took my things and ran off.

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The Cursed Compression Top 5

Luke finally made up his mind, despite the late hour, he was going to the gym. It was the fourth day in a row he was leaving his office so late and he was beginning to feel angry because it was messing with his whole daily routine, he was feeling so tired that had skipped his workouts several days, but not today, today he was going to the gym. He grabbed his bag and left his apartment.

Luke was surprised by how empty the gym was at such late time. What a huge difference! He was used to the packed gym of the after work hours and this almost looked like a different place. He put on a t-shirt and his headphones and proceeded with his workout. At the beginning, there were still a few people but as the time passed, he was almost the only person remaining. It was great, Luke clearly preferred to be alone in the gym. He didn't have any friends going to his gym and was not very talkative there, he preferred to keep to himself.

Luke had had some bad experiences in life regarding his physical appearance, a few bitter rejections and some negative comments had left him a little bit self-conscious about his body. He considered himself a mature guy and was by no means worried about such insecurities but they did make him feel more comfortable working out alone. He checked himself out in the mirror and had to confess, he had made some real progress in the three years he had been going to the gym, he was very far from having the incredibly thick arms and bulging pecs he secretly craved but was not bad. He looked around to make sure he was alone and began to flex his muscles in front of the mirror. Not bad! He could really feel the pump that day, and with that sensation he returned to the changing room.

When he was heading for his locker, he heard that there was someone else in the room and couldn't help peeping round the corner of the lockers only to find something he had never seen before. Indeed, there was a man in the next aisle of lockers but he was wearing something bizarre. It looked like some sort of fabric, maybe spandex but smoother, one of those compression suits some guys wear, but it was only one piece that covered the entire body, from foot to neck, and it seemed to be totally glued to the skin of the guy, to every muscle and curve, and, god!, what a body! It was so unbelievably big everywhere. Luke could only see the guy from behind but he had such a wide back, and thick arms, and his huge arse seemed smooth and flawless. The suit was so tight that it seemed painted on his arse cheeks.

Luke could have stared to that body for hours but the guy began to turn around and something made Luke hide behind the corner and turn around as well, he didn't want to be seen staring at him, but for a brief moment, he could have sworn he saw the huge cock of the guy utterly erect and equally covered by the strange suit. Had he really seen that? Was that guy wearing some sort of kinky costume-made suit? And what was he doing in the changing room of the gym at this late hour? Was he masturbating or something? All that was too odd for him so he rushed towards the showers.

He showered very quickly because he was terribly turned on by what he had seen and felt it would be terribly awkward for him to bump into that guy there. He returned to the bench where he had left his gym bag open, checked that the guy seemed to have left and was going to take his clothes out to get dressed when he saw something in the bag, something that wasn't his. He took it out and realised it was some strange briefs with a logo he had never seen before, but they appeared to be made of the same material as the suit the hugely muscular guy was wearing. It felt incredibly smooth, silky and stretchy but strong at the same time. Luke had never touched anything quite like that and he wondered how it would feel to have a whole suit made of that strange material. He could try it out right there, why not? There was nobody else there. He imagined him wearing the briefs and posing with his still pumped muscles and his level of arousal skyrocketed. But, no, he finally decided to put on his own clothes and carry the briefs home with him.

On his way home he kept thinking about why that guy had left the briefs inside his gym bag, it was clear that they had come from him, the bag was open but it must had been a deliberate thing, right? He must had seen Luke peeping at him. Oh, that was awkward, and yet, that idea excited him a lot. The things he could do with that guy… Luke had never had any sort of fetish for skin-tight suits or anything similar but he hadn't seen anything like that guy nor touched anything like those briefs.

He almost ran to his room and took all his clothes off as quickly as he could, opened the gym bag, took the briefs and did not hesitate to try them on. At first, they looked too small for him but soon discovered that the fabric was stretchy enough to adapt to his body and be as tight on him as the whole suit was on the guy. Wow, the feeling was incredible! They were so snug that his rock-hard cock and balls were perfectly visible though the fabric. It felt so good to rub his erection against the soft fabric. After a few moments it felt as if the fabric had adhered to his own skin.

Luke was still thinking about the huge muscles of the guy moving under the surface of the suit and imagined him feeling them flex, become huge under his touch, and that huge cock tightly wrapped in the compression material… He began to imagine it entering his hole and something began to happen, he really felt as if something were penetrating him, slowly entering him, but was too overpowered by his arousal to really understand what the compression material was doing to him. His mind was totally clouded by the feeling of it rubbing against his exposed glans to fully realise that the briefs were actually inside his arse and beginning to fuck him hard.

Not entirely conscious of his actions, Luke ended up on his bed, lying upside down and being wildly fucked by the cursed briefs he so recklessly had put on. He came and experienced the most intense orgasm of his life, after which he immediately fell asleep and didn't notice how the fabric of the briefs absorbed all his cum and grew stronger.

The next day, Luke woke up to an incredible erection. While he was still waking up, slacking in bed and not remembering much of what had happened the day before when he lowered his hand to attend to his rock-hard cock when noticed something odd, he was still wearing the briefs, of course, and they seemed to adjust very well to his cock. Damn, it felt so good. His cock even felt larger. Wait, it was larger! He looked down only to see that his briefs had expanded, they were now boxer briefs and seemed totally glued to his skin, he could no longer take them off. His glans, totally fused with the strange compression material looked so damn good, though, and it was so sensitive. He kept examining himself and found that now the logo that the briefs had on the waistband had somehow transferred to the part of the fabric covering his balls, and his balls, wow! They had also grown. He could almost feel his cum moving inside, growing and wanting to be released and that made Luke come back to his senses.

This wasn't normal! It was clear that his bloody underwear had done something to him, was still doing something to him. He had to take it off, but there seemed to be no way he could, it had really fused with his own skin, it had become his own skin. Luke didn't know what to do, he kept trying to get a grip and discovered that it had merged with his arse as well, he could see his anus totally bonded with the compression material.

Suddenly, Luke saw what time it was. He was late for work now! So, he reluctantly decided to abandon his attempts to get rid of that thing and rush to work. He put on some jeans, a t-shirt and a shirt and left his apartment.

He couldn't really focus on any task during his day, his mind constantly wandering from this thing he was wearing, to his constant level of sexual excitement and the guy from the gym. He was constantly picturing his huge muscles and the massive cock he had seen for just an instant.

He definitely needed some relief so he went to the toilet to try to get rid of his pent-up lust, locked the door and unleashed his painful erection. As soon as he began to masturbate, he remembered how terribly sensitive his cock was now, and after a few seconds he began to feel something in his arse as well. At first, it was some sort of pressure but then he began to feel as if someone were ramming a huge cock inside him, somehow the fabric inside him must had taken the shape and strength of a massive hard cock and was moving inside him. Luke began to furiously stroke his cock while he was again taken over by pure arousal. He was imagining the guy with the compression suit wildly ploughing his arse and was pushed to the walls of the toilet by the strength of the penetrations.

Luke finally came and little by little came back to his senses. This was insane, it could not be happening. He confessed to himself that he was having the best orgasms of his life but he could not continue like that, constantly dominated by his arousal. He had to get rid of it, and since he didn't know how, maybe the guy with the full body suit could help him, he had to find him, and the sheer prospective of seeing that guy again was enough to make his cock terribly hard again.

And so, that evening Luke eagerly prepared to go to the gym and was there sooner that the day before. He checked all the aisles of the changing room and the guy wasn't there, it was still early so he decided to continue with his workout routine. He put on some shorts that didn't do much to hide his semi-erect cock and a tight tank top that allowed him to show his progress. He had worn that top only a few times because it made him feel kind of self-conscious, he wouldn’t want to give the impression that he was showing off, and didn't feel that he had real reasons to show off either, he had some nice muscles but they were nothing if compared with some of the huge guys Luke would secretly admire. However, today he felt totally different, he wanted other guys to see him.

Luke felt utterly energised that day, and stronger than ever, he was pleasantly surprised by how much weight he could lift and would finish some of his sets with a very uncharacteristic “Yeah!” By the end of his workout he was feeling his muscles unusually pumped, so big and swollen he had to carefully check himself in the mirror.

He went back to the changing room and this time he didn't have to look for the guy, he was right there, alone and next to his locker. The sheer sight of the guy was almost too much for Luke. His bulging body covered by the skin-tight suit and a huge and erect cock waiting for him… Luke, immediately and completely taken over again, walked towards the guy, knelt right there and introduces the head of the throbbing member in his mouth.

“Good boy, good. I've been waiting for you. Now, what shall we make you become?” the guy said with a deep and strong voice.

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House Possession 2

It didn’t take Mark long to have two hugely muscular guys fucking him. One of them was ramming his cock into his arse while the other was shoving his into his eager mouth. Mark’s arse, still framed by the black jockstrap, was really clenching around the invading cock making the guy moan loudly. It was something he had never experienced before, this hole felt so tight and good, it was almost as if it were sucking his cock. This guy was incredible, and watching him blowing his friend Joe was even more arousing, he was really working his cock well.

Mark was just utterly taken over by his arousal, he needed to take cock both ends and be filled with cum, nothing else mattered, he needed to be owned and used. His hard cock was still trapped inside the black pouch of the jockstrap, and the feeling of his glans rubbing against the soft fabric was totally overwhelming. It was clear to him that his only purpose now was to give pleasure to studs like these.

After being used by the two studs in all imaginable ways and having utterly drained them of their cum, Mark found himself alone in his new apartment and realised what he had just done. He was not like this! What had happened to him?! It was obvious that both his body and mind were being transformed, reworked somehow. He had to get out of there, he needed help, and the first thing that came to his mind was his friend Alex.

Alex was one of Mark’s best friends, a bit of a nerd like him, incredibly kind and thoughtful, maybe even too mach. Mark always thought that things could be better for Alex sometimes if he were a little more daring and impulsive, he was too careful, he always overthinking before actually doing anything.

What Mark didn’t know about him was that Alex had a terrible crush on him. It was something that had developed over the years but recently it had become something terribly and painfully sexual for Alex. He would secretly jerk off thinking about Mark increasingly often and couldn’t help feeling bad sometimes because he knew Mark didn’t fancy him in that way, his feelings were clearly unrequited and that’s why Alex was keeping them very well hidden.

Alex was thinking precisely about Mark when he received a weird message from him. They hadn’t met for some time now, since Mark moved to his new place, and now he seemed to be panicking and needing his help? What could have happened?

“Please, just come to my place, I need your help. I don’t know what’s happening to me!” was all Alex got for an answer.

And so he went to the address Mark gave him, knocked on the door and heard Mark saying “It’s open, come in!”.

For a moment, Alex thought that there was somebody else in his friend’s apartment; there was a huge muscular guy wearing only a jockstrap and a harness. He felt terribly awkward, where was his friend? Had he caught him doing something with this guy? Impossible, Mark was definitely not that kind of guy.

“Alex, please, don’t freak out, you have to help me.” Mark said and suddenly, Alex realised that this guy was his friend, but how? No, that could not be. How? He had seen him only a few weeks ago. Maybe he had secretly been going to the gym? But, for years? Was he on steroids? Impossible, it was Mark, and yet, he was seeing this incredible body opposite him, so big everywhere, with such incredible pecs, the harness seemed to accentuate them so well, he would love to suck those perfect nipples right then and there.

Alex couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his friend Mark had always been a terribly cute but at the same time average guy, but now there was a huge muscular monster who claimed to be Mark just there… and that jockstrap, god, such big pouch and so tight, it was too good to be true, Alex had dreamt about something like this for years.

“It’s these things, I can’t take them off!” Mark said while he tried to remove the jockstrap. “They’ve done something to me and I can’t control myself! I’m not like this!”

“What… what has happened to you?” Alex managed to mumble still unable to fully understand what he was saying.

“You have to help me, please. Maybe between the two of us we can find a way to take this off.” Mark said while he got closer and kept trying to remove his jockstrap. Unaware of his own actions, Alex kneeled next to him and tried to get a grip on the straps but they seemed fused to Mark’s body. The fabric felt so smooth, though. His hand followed the strap across Mark’s waist until it reached the pouch of the jockstrap. Alex had Mark’s bulging crotch just a few inches away from his face, and it looked so big… There was something unbearably alluring about it, he needed to touch it, he needed to feel it.

“What are you doing?” Mark asked without opposing any resistance as soon as Alex’s hand began to caress his package. Alex felt his friend’s cock beginning to grow, he wanted to know how big it could get.

“No, Alex, no, stop, not you…” Mark moaned but placed his hands on the back of Alex’s head and slowly pressed him against his growing crotch. Alex understood the suggestion and threw himself to lick and suck Mark’s bulge through the elastic fabric. The taste was incredible, he had never experienced anything similar.

While Alex was trying to suck his friend’s cock through the fabric of the jockstrap, Mark’s consciousness was being taken over by his sexual arousal, he was no longer entirely aware of his actions when he felt he had something on his right hand. Increasingly incapable of stopping moaning, he opened his eyes and and discovered that he was holding another black harness. Where did it come from?! It was similar to the one he was wearing but the bands seemed thicker and sturdier. Mark suddenly panicked but couldn’t control his own hand when it rapidly approached Alex’s back, he couldn’t even say a single word of warning before the harness appeared to become alive and put itself on his friend.

Alex immediately felt as if a huge force were hugging him. He stood up and realised that his t-shirt had somehow vanished and he was now wearing a tight black harness and started to feel that something was penetrating his body from the harness, some sort of presence or will was taking over his body and mind. That something extended throughout his whole body, he could feel it taking over every limb and muscle, and suddenly his whole body became incredibly tense.

Mark did not know what to do, he witnessed how his friend was being possessed by the same thing that had transformed him but was too stunned by his own arousal to react, there was something secretly and terribly hot about watching his best friend become a massive stud like him.

And so it began to happen, Alex’s muscles began to grow to huge proportions. His jeans disappeared and his quads and hamstrings swelled giving him massive legs that supported the growing torso that soon displayed enormous slab-like pecs and rock-hard abs. His back became wider, his shoulders jutted out becoming two boulder-like spheres and his arms grew thicker as his biceps and triceps swelled to huge proportions.

However, there was something deeply different about Alex’s transformation; unlike Mark, Alex had always secretly dreamt about becoming a huge muscle-bound stud, he had always secretly envied all those guys who seemed to be only concerned about building a perfect physique and fucking. Alex wanted this, and that changed everything, he would become a willing and worthy vessel of the force that was possessing him.

Mark was struggling with himself while witnessing his friend’s impressive transformation. The last thing he wanted was to spread his possession to Alex, he was his best friend, but at the same time, he was becoming such muscle-bound stud, so powerful, so dominant, his bulging pecs were beginning to be covered by a thin layer of hair and on his perfectly shaved face was now growing a full beard. God, he was so impressive! He needed his huge muscles hugging him, pressing him tightly and his cock inside him, filling him up. Alex’s cock was still concealed by his underwear but it was clearly growing as well, it seemed so thick and long.

“Yeeeaaah!” roared Alex while tattoos appeared on his huge pecs and delts, and two black wide arm bands wrapped themselves around his still growing arms while he kept roaring. His harness began to expand, two straps grew from each of the metallic rings on the side of his pecs and expanded down the sides of his torso towards his crotch. Suddenly, his underwear disappeared and Mark watched his friend’s growing cock unfolding before him. A cockring appeared on it and the two straps coming down from the harness latched onto it capturing a permanent erection.

He put his hands on his head while his whole personality was being reshaped, he was becoming the dominant top that Mark craved, utterly embracing his possession.

“Yeeees!” Alex roared while he flexed his huge muscles, the size of his biceps was astonishing. Mark needed them hugging him, pressing him tightly against Alex’s bulging pecs, he needed to submit to this muscle-bound stud, let him take control of him, dominate him and use him. And his cock was so unbelievably thick and long and so perfectly hard, he had to kneel and worship it. Yes, this was the dominant alpha he needed.

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House Possession 1

Mark had never tried on a jockstrap before but there was something about this one… He found it so terribly alluring, but why? There was nothing special about it. Perhaps it was just the mystery behind this garment. Why there was no brand on it? Whose was it? Had it been worn before? Mark examined it closely and the jockstrap seemed brand new, no sign of ever having been worn or used, not even signs of having been keep for a long time in the nook of his new apartment where he had just found it. It must have belonged to the previous tenant but the most bewildering thing was that he had not seen it before, despite having been living there for a whole week now. He could swear ha had cleaned that very same place and there was nothing there before. In spite of his reservations, he finally decided there was no harm in tying it on.

The next day, after doing the laundry, it was time to try it on. The jockstrap was surprisingly dry just minutes after taking it out of the washing machine. It must be the mesh fabric. And so, Mark got totally undressed and put it on. He somehow felt incredibly nice with it, it seemed to hold or cup his package very nicely, he felt terribly comfortable, almost as if he was wearing nothing, he had total mobility and having nothing covering his arse was something really unusual for him.

He took a look at his reflection on a large mirror he had and, wow, did he looked more muscular? And his glutes looked so much fuller and big with the black straps framing them. He felt terribly attractive and noticed how his growing erection was perfectly accommodated by the elastic pouch. He began to stroke his cock through the fabric and, god, it felt so good, so smooth and firm at the same time that just after a few minutes he was vigorously jacking off through the jockstrap. The feeling of his glans rubbing against the black fabric was incredible, he had never felt anything like it.

He saw his reflexion on the mirror, furiously stroking the extended pouch of the black jockstrap and, for some reason, he thought he looked like a horny slut, some sex-obsessed club-goer twink that could get dominated and fucked by any willing partner and, to his surprise, he loved the idea, he found it terribly arousing. He could even imagine himself being fucked by a huge muscle-bound stud right now, with that same jockstrap still on and he just came of sheer pleasure.

After the orgasm subsided, he regained his composure and took off the jockstrap. That had been very strange, he had never been sexually excited by such fantasies. Mark had always disliked the stereotypical gay guys who seemed to be driven only by sex and wild parties, he had nothing against them either but it was a behaviour he had never liked much, he was much happier without the whole loop of gym, party, hook-ups. Neither had he ever had a thing for jockstraps or other particular clothing fetishes and yet, now he was really turned on by this one. He examined it once again and discovered that there was no trace of his cum on it, had it absorbed it somehow?

Mark forgot about the whole episode and carried on with the rest of his day until late that evening he came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel after having a shower and saw the jockstrap on top of the chest of drawer where he had left it before. There was something about that piece of clothing that was calling to him. He touched it and remembered how comfortable it felt and, since there was no reason against it, he decided to put it on again and got to sleep wearing only that. He immediately felt so different, so sexual, so turned on but at a deep and intimate level he had never felt before. He couldn’t help jacking off again and when he finally came, the orgasm was so intense that he immediately fell asleep. The jockstrap immediately absorbed his cum and grew stronger.

When Mark woke up, he felt very strange. His raging erection immediately drew his attention and his hand to the jockstrap again. He was still wearing it? That was so unlike him, but, god, it felt so good, so smooth and elastic, it perfectly adjusted to his cock, such huge cock, was it larger than usual? It really was! And a lot! How was that possible? Mark sat up and only then he noticed that something had happened to his entire body. He had muscles! This was impossible. He had two big pecs, incredibly smooth and strong, and perfectly visible abs. He flexed his arms and couldn’t believe the size of his biceps. This was insane. Until it finally saw the huge and painfully erect cock he had perfectly wrapped in the black fabric of the jockstrap.

He went to check himself out on the mirror and could not believe what he was seeing. His muscles were so perfectly defined. He quickly grabbed his phone and snapped a picture. He was so hot! He began to caress his perfectly defined abs and then he saw his arse, it was so big, so perfectly round and juicy, and the jockstrap framed it so well. He had to take pictures of that and use it on Grindr.

He couldn’t stop thinking about some huge muscle-bound stud fucking his arse like an animal. His already erect cock was rubbing against the silky fabric of the jockstrap and this was driving him wild. He began to jack off through the fabric, there was something incredible about the way the fabric felt against his glans, Mark had never felt anything like that before.

So, he was there, opposite the mirror, watching his muscular body masturbate and suddenly he saw the horny slut he had become and found such vision repellent, he wasn’t like that! What was happening to him? It was this strange jockstrap, he had to get rid of it. But as soon as he tried, he discovered that it was glued to his body now, he couldn’t get a grip. The waistband and the straps seemed to have bonded with his own skin.

Mark began to look for something to cut the fabric of the jockstrap when suddenly he saw something on the table of his room that wasn’t there before, some sort of black straps. He was a little bit scared now and was most definitely not trying on anything else he could find in this house. It was a harness, one of those harnesses that some guys wear at fetish parties, made of shiny black leather and silver rings. But this wasn’t there before! He was sure of it. Was somebody breaking into his place to leave these things? There was something wrong about this place.

But he saw himself on the mirror again and, god, he was so hot, he still had a raging erection and had always dreamt about being this muscular slutty stud that was staring back at him. Wait, what? That was not true. Since when had he cared about that? In fact, he had always been proud of being capable of finding somebody attractive without any regard for his his muscles. This thing was messing with his mind! No, no, no, he had to take it off, but it wouldn’t budge.

He kept struggling with the jockstrap and stumbling until he bumped into the table where the black harness was lying. He felt something sliding over his shoulders and, before he knew what was happening, he saw the harness putting itself on him. Mark felt it tightening up against his chest and back and freaked out.

Suddenly, his muscles began to tense. Mark didn’t know what was happening but he found increasingly difficult to move. He tried to take the harness off while his mind was beginning to be terribly clouded by the feeling of his rock-hard cock being unintentionally rubbed against the fabric of the jockstrap. It felt so good he let go of the harness and used his right hand to jack off through the fabric once again.

His mind was so utterly taken over by his arousal that he didn’t noticed that his muscles began to swell again. This time, his pecs became huge slabs of hard muscle straining the tight harness that he was now wearing. His shoulders jutted out like two huge boulders while his biceps and triceps grew giving him incredibly thick arms and his back widened and his abs became even more defined. Mark felt he desperately needed to be fucked, he needed some stud ploughing his now incredibly muscular arse. He realised these thoughts were totally alien to him but he just didn’t care.

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The Cursed Compression Top 4

When Mike opened the door of his apartment, Johnny could not believe what he was seeing. His friend had become something completely different, he was so huge! Unbelievable! A completely different Mike! Somehow, he didn’t even looked human. His face was Mike’s, although he now had a full grown beard that accentuated his strong jaw and gave him a way more rugged and aggressive look, and there was a certain degree of malice in his eyes.

However, it was the incredibly tight suit that covered the rest of his body what made him look so alien. It was the same compression material that encased Johnny’s lower half, he recognised the logo stretched over the two massive pecs that protruded from his body, it was so prominent that it gave the impression that it deliberately wanted to be shown, it wanted to be seen and worshiped. Mike’s pecs were such a huge slabs of muscle, right there, opposite Johnny’s eyes, that seemed to be purposely built to show the logo off. His nipples were so clearly visible that the compression material looked as if it had become his own skin.

The rest of his body was not less impressive, Johnny was totally astonished by the size of his friend’s biceps, they were so impressive, so strong. Mike’s body exuded raw power, it was even intimidating to some degree. He felt his friend could now do anything he wanted to him and there was nothing he could do to stop him. And then, some deep part of his mind loved that idea and he began to feel terribly aroused.

Next, Johnny saw the awfully defined spandex-clad abs that Mike had now, but then his attention was immediately caught by the massive and painfully erect cock that was totally encased in the compression material. The suit had really become his skin because Johnny could perfectly see his glans totally exposed and throbbing of impatience. He had never see anything like that. It was so huge, so desirable that something began to happen to Johnny’s spandex-clad arse, it began to dilate. Johnny immediately understood that it was preparing to receive such glorious cock and loved the idea, there was nothing he would love to do more.

Suddenly, he understood that his body had been purposely transformed by his compression leggings to meet the needs of this godly stud. Johnny approached Mike and began to caress his cock with his right hand, it was so perfect… And the he saw Mike’s huge balls, fused with the compression material and also displaying its logo. They were such perfect cum-producing machines that he needed that semen inside him, he needed to be filled up.

Johnny couldn’t help throwing his face towards Mike’s prominent pecs and began to lick his nipples. The taste of the compression material was even better than he anticipated. Mike put his hand on the back of his friend’s head and guided him. Mike also knew what he had to do, his suit, totally fused with his body, had taken over his mind and had sent his friend the cursed leggings so he would become his perfect mate and allow him to fuck him and spawn more of his cursed creations.

He turned Johnny around and pushed him against a wall, his friend’s butt had become so big and smooth but strong and enticing at the same time, it seemed to be pulsating, eagerly awaiting. The compression material had reshaped it into a hole that would not only fit him perfectly but also milk his cock to the last drop. His painfully erect cock approached his friend’s arse until the tip of it touched it and, in that moment, Johnny’s arse moved and swallowed it. Immediately, an uncontrollable wave of sexual bliss flooded Mike’s mind. Johnny’s arse began to massage his cock, contracting and expanding, and the feeling of the compression materials against each other could not be described, it was so soft and strong at the same time, slippery and frictional. All his muscles became tense and he began to build a pace driving his cock inside Johnny.

And Johnny was no less overwhelmed by the sexual bliss, he had been remade for this, he could feel the huge cock so deep inside him, filling him up, completing him; now there was nothing else in the whole world, his only purpose was to satisfy his stud, and to let him breed him, he was a willing vessel for his cum. He could hear the sound of the compression suits that covered their bodies rub against each other, the sound of Mike’s enormous cock against his hole and his balls bumping against him. And then, Johnny realised that he could feel Mike’s orgasm coming, they were somehow connected because he felt Mike’s semen eagerly leaving his balls and being pumped inside his own body. A combined orgasm invaded both guy’s minds while Mike, load after load, continued emptying his balls inside his friend.

After what seemed like ages, Mike withdrew his erection from his friend’s arse. He was utterly spent but knew that he had been successful, his cum would now expand within Johnny’s body transforming it even more, making him a second cum-producing machine that would infect other compression pieces of clothing and men.

Johnny’s body began to absorb Mike’s cum and grow, he was about to become his first full creation, he would be his spawn, his slave, his to command and serve the cursed compression material that had bonded with his body. His muscles began to grow even more and the spandex that was covering his lower half began to go up from his waist and expand over his abs and lower back. Soon, the material encased his growing pecs; the logo appeared over them just like the one over Mike’s. It covered his growing arms and forearms and, in a moment, Johnny’s bulging body was utterly bonded with a full suit. It began to alter his mind as well, making him Mike’s perfectly obedient slave. Mike was and would always be his master, his arse would always be eager to receive his massive cock.

[rurik-m]

My Symbiote Takeover

I was completely taken over by utter fear, I could not move, I could not think, I was simply panicking. What was this black thing? And more importantly, what was it doing? What was it doing to me? Why had it trapped me and suspended me in the middle of the room hanging from my arms and legs? And why had it torn all my clothes leaving me totally naked? It was moving around, slithering, covering walls, ceiling and floor with hundreds of tendrils. It must be some kind of alien or monster, so it was probably going to kill me or do something even worse. My mind was racing trying to figure out what I could do to get out of there, to get rid of my bindings and flee, but to no avail. It had me. As much as I tried to free my hands or feet from the long and slimy black tentacles that were tightly wrapped around them. At least, that thing didn’t seem to react to my constant struggling. Or so I thought…

Suddenly, I noticed that some tendrils were rapidly crawling up from my ankles and down from my wrists. I began to cry for help but I perfectly knew there was no hope in that. I was alone with this black monster. Soon I was covered by a chaotic web of tendrils that approached my face. I couldn´t stop feeling terrified, I could not know what it was going to do to me, and it was getting closer and closer to my mouth, my nose and my eyes. God, it was almost there. I tried to close my mouth as tightly as I could but it was like a liquid, it pushed inside little by little. I could feel it pressing my mouth, it wanted to be let inside, but I couldn’t allow that. Then, I suddenly felt something going inside my ears! That took me by surprise and I opened my mouth. In an instant, a thick stream of black ooze was going down my throat and, for the first time, I began to give up.

I could feel that alien thing pouring inside me, filling me up. I kept swallowing the never ending stream going down my throat while something the same thing began to get inside my nose and ears as well. But, it was somehow doing something else to me, it was not drowning me; I could feel it meddling inside my head, inside my brain, inside my mind. I somehow understood that it was sort of studying me, analysing me. And then, my whole body began to feel swollen.

I became aware of the pressure that had been building up inside me. I felt utterly filled up by the black goo but when I thought I could not take in any more, all my body began to grow. I could feel more than see how my flat and skinny torso began to be thicker, denser.  I felt how my pecs began to swell and push outwards, I could sense the black alien sort of getting inside them, nesting in them, reworking them, merging with them, becoming one with my muscles. My now huge pecs were not only mine any more.

I felt the same happening to the muscles of my back as they grew and widened. Then, my arms grew and grew, inflating with pure muscles as the alien thing fused with them. It flooded my biceps as they became impressive spheres of raw power. I looked at my right arm, it was so incredibly thick and strong it didn’t seem mine. Was this really happening? Was this really my body? I could feel the black substance still merging with me inside this massive bicep. Almost at the same time, my legs underwent the same process, ballooning with huge quadriceps, becoming incredible tree trunks of pure power.

I began to feel numb. There was some kind of voice in my head other than my own. I could not fully understand its meaning or purpose yet, but somehow it was already affecting me, making me feel more favourable towards my transformation, making me accept my new body. Maybe a part of me always wanted this to happen to me and I didn’t even know, I wasn’t sure any more of whether my thoughts were really my own.

That’s probably why I didn’t feel that scared when, all of a sudden, this alien monster pushed a thick tentacle inside my arse. It began to flow inside me and soon I felt how my glutes began to grow as well. The goo was reshaping them into a perfect butt of sheer muscle. Now I could feel it so juicy and ready for anything.

I could already tell that there was still something missing, my transformation was not complete, when the largest tentacle I had seen so far began to caress my cock. I had not realised until now that it was fully erect but now I liked that. The tip of the tentacle engulfed my throbbing glans not wasting any time teasing me and an overwhelming wave of stimulation flooded my mind. Then, the black ooze started flowing inside my cock, I could feel it squeezing inside my painfully erect member, going deeper and deeper until it reached my testicles and began to transform them.

The black ooze was bonding with my balls, I could feel it becoming one with them, making them grow, reshaping them, transforming them into what would be our new symbioticed cum-producing machine, and I could not be more aroused. It was a sensation beyond anything I had experienced before. And then I felt how my cock, my painfully throbbing cock began to grow as well, increasing in both girth and length, it was becoming the tool a body like mine would need.

This black thing was transforming me into something beyond human, I could feel the rush of energy surging from my crotch and expanding, invading, taking over every single part of me. There was no longer a difference between my body and the black goo, between me and it, we were becoming something that was more than the mere addition of us, and neither was a difference between its mind and mine, our cravings, purposes and objectives were merging as well. I was no longer the terrified human I had been just moments ago, now a wave of total self-confidence, aggressive cockiness and boastful sexuality had reshaped my personality. I felt more sexual than ever before, all I could now think about was sex, I needed sex, I needed to fuck, to put my massive new tool and body to good use.

[rurik-m]

Enjoying his physical enhancement thanks to his new symbiotic suit.