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Brief Feelings Of Regret
Bruv, you really should ‘av stopped complaining about how bad I smell while you had the chance. I gave enough warnings. The constant ‘dirty chav’ remarks and shit-talk about washing my clothes; that really pissed me off. Don’t bother trying to apologise, it’s too late dunce. Because now, now you’re just a pair of briefs to be wrapped around my smelly fucking arse. Where you belong.
I won’t lie mate; seeing your shocked dumb face as it was stretched out into cheap cotton was real satisfying. The last second plea. The little whimper. Your loud mouth then finally being sewn shut. Watching your toned body turn soft and pliable, hollowing out. Crumpled onto the ground before I dragged you up my legs, filling you up with my buttocks.
I wonder. When did you realise what was happening? That you were turning into plain white underwear? Was it when all your clothes became loose, maybe when the waistband began forming? Heh. Or maybe it was when I stepped into you and your nose was pulled up between my juicy cheeks? That smell you so hated pressed against your skin.
Pretty sure your face is now sucking on my sweaty, stinky rear, gulping at my rank hole. You must have a great unobstructed view of it. Not that you have much choice. Be a good brief and soak it all in, yeah? You’re probably very…absorbent. Because yes, that is your job now. I own you - whether you like it or not. But trust me, you will learn to love it, as my foul stench will be all you know. Right now you might be begging to be changed back, but I bet in a couple of days your numbed mind will be thankful. Praising me while mindlessly huffing at the moist space under my big balls.
I’m gonna wear you out until my overpowering musk has permeated your very being; clinging to every fiber. Making you stink to high hell. So get sniffing, BRIEF.
You wanna know what your label says? No? I don’t fucking care. It says 78% cotton, 22% elastane. That would be the shiny waistband, the waistband with your branded name stitched into the front. Big bold letters in’all bruh. Honestly, it looks pretty fucking based mate. Another basic Calvin for the collection - I remember how much you hated that brand.
Oh ‘aight, the label innit. ‘Size: Small’. That would explain why you cling so tightly up in there. No lie, you feel lush against my skin, against my…hole. Ahem, what else?‘Machine wash’, pfftt. Blud, we both know that ain’t gonna happen for a while. I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you in first. Getting your weak, pitiful - stink addled - mind addicted to your hot-as-fuck chav owner as you become filthy. Owner, that’s right, I’ve scribbled my initials on you; you’re just a piece of simple clothing. MY property.
Fuck man, just thinking of you stuck eating my arse forever has me hard as balls. Mmmm. Yuh, dig right into my dirty fucking crack, taste it. Squirm all you want, squeeze against my stiff cock. I’m gonna bust a fat nut in you; I’m gonna flood what used to be your rear and make you soak it all in. That’s right, feel my dong and balls fill you up, stretch that fabric. Fuck yeah mate, I’m gonna—gonna…ughh. Take it all you cheap fucking brief! Ughh. Fuck!
Noice, my Calvins managed to contain all my cum. Not bad for a first time innit, BRIEF. Damn, stained already though - oh well. Welcome to your new life as my dirty underwear. I think I’ll wear you for the rest of the week. Course when I’m not using you, I’ll ‘air’ you out in your new home, the sock drawer. Yes, that one. The one you constantly used to moan about. Jesus, on and on you went. What was it you said? It stunk like a ‘locker room laundry basket’. When it comes to my grimy feet, that sounds about right. You’ll have all the time in the world to breathe that thick, acrid air in.
Huh. Oh sorry, that was one of my fuckmates messaging me. You don’t mind if he comes over right? You were previously quite adamant about ‘no gay stuff’ in the flat. But think about it, hanging from my thighs you’re gonna have front row seats when I plow him senseless in your bed. The taste of his pussy lingering on my dripping wet cock as I stuff it back inside you.
Phew, after all this butt talk, I need to go to the bathroom - take a dump. Come, let me get you aquatinted with another rank smell. One you’ll quickly become very familiar with. One so strong it’ll burn away your thoughts, melting what remains of your pathetic old identity to stinking mush. I’m right sure that it’ll be your favourite scent in no time. Don’t think so? There’s no point fucking struggling now dipshit, I’m already taking a seat.
Besides, you should be used to it; you always did talk a load of shite anyway. Hahahaha!
Birthday Rave
How are you people? Today is my birthday and to celebrate it with you, I wanted to celebrate it with you with this story. I hope you enjoy!
It was the second day of the year, fittingly cold for the season. That day was one of those that he once enjoyed, but now they seemed so boring and without fun. It was Hizael's birthday, and he was lying on his bed, curled up with his white sheet and with his eyes fixed on the fan, which was spinning and spinning and spinning…
The young man had a strange mix of feelings about that particular day. He was turning twenty, almost at the zenith of youth, the age of partying and celebrating life, and yet he was there, wasting that time in bed without the slightest desire to get up.
He had lived his entire life like this, as far as he could remember. He had never liked going out, much less being the center of attention. He didn't have many friends either and he doubted that anyone, much less his crush, remembered that day; the parties, the noise, the drinks… none of it had gotten him any sympathy. Plus, given what day it was, no one wanted to celebrate after the blast they had celebrating the new year. On the other hand, the relationship he had with his family was terrible and all of his time had gone into studying. Sometimes, just sometimes, the idea of doing something extraordinary crossed his mind, of attracting attention with something impressive and colorful for once in his life: having a fun party as God intended and doing all kinds of social activities like karaoke, snacks, games, a piñata, cake..., and as soon as the idea appeared, Hizael felt a chill, because it seemed like a foreign thought to him.
He had a dark complexion, with short curly black hair, few eyebrows, a face that was not very striking or attractive, a normal build, perhaps a little more chubby than skinny (a product of all the desserts he had eaten and the disgust he had with physical exercise) and his fingernails were eaten away by his nerves, which had been the case for as long as he could think of.
A sigh left his lips as he stood up and headed for the kitchen. He was dressed in a huge black T-shirt and gray shorts, exposing his average-looking legs. His plans for that day would consist of staying in bed all day, checking his phone. Maybe he would order some pizza or ice cream later, but then he would continue to exist without problems, continuing with his boring and lonely life, right?
When he had helped himself to a cup of hot chocolate for breakfast, the typical knock-knock of the door sounded. He frowned, wincing as he spilled some onto his own skin. “Luckily we're the same color,” he said sarcastically, left the empty cup on the table and went to open the door. He glanced down the empty streets several times before grumbling. “Why the heck are they calling if they're not going to be there?! These people are amazing!” he said irritably, because he didn't like jokes at all.
He returned to his room and lay back down on the bed. It was so far an average day, just like all the others, when something crashed through the window and hit his lap. Annoyed, he quickly got up to see who it had been; however, when he looked out the window he saw absolutely no one.
A shiver ran down his spine. Okay, this is weird, he thought, closed the window and looked at what had been thrown at him: a mask.
It was the strangest one Hizael had ever seen, even though he did his secondary education at an arts school. It was faded green in color, with a metal bar with four holes, the top one had an L, without any type of grip with which he could hold onto his face and three holes that formed an expressionless face.
“Hehe! I feel the same, buddy,” Hizael told it, as if the mask were a person. He noticed that there was a note taped to it. He tore it out to read it better.
Happy Birthday.
"Happy Birthday? Why would anyone want a mask as a gift?,” he asked sarcastically. “But nothing is worse, thank you, stranger,” he added. “Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, Hizael, happy birthday to me…” he crooned slowly as he moved the mask from side to side, as if dancing.
Suddenly, his face twisted into a grimace. He didn't know why, but he found this situation depressing. The social connections he could have and here he was, celebrating with a mere mask, which he lowered. With a groan, a tear fell from his eye to the smooth part of it, and in that area, for a few seconds, there was a green glow that caught his attention.
"Huh?"
Hizael didn't know if it had been an illusion, but after that glow, he felt different. He was nervous, breathing somewhat heavily and his hands, which were holding the mask, were shaking. He blinked and there it was again, that green flicker of the mask. Was it… was it an invitation to put it on?
However, the state of shock that young Hizael had suffered a 180 degree turn when he suddenly stopped feeling the touch of the mask against his fingers: the mask had jumped off. Before he could react, he felt that cold, smooth surface collide with the skin of his face.
"What the?!" Hizael shouted, and immediately brought his hands to his face. The mask seemed to take on a life of its own and began to extend tendrils from its edges to wrap around the young man's head. Hizael stood up, shaking his body from side to side in an attempt to get it off of him. He also tried to grab those tentacles, but to the touch they became rubbery, liquid, and passed through his fingers. It was an uncomfortable feeling. The wood pressed against his skin and molded to his eyes, his nose, his lips... Hizael stood up and went to the mirror: the mask had covered his entire head. That vision of every feature of him hidden beneath that strange mask was the last thing the man's dark eyes saw before he found himself engulfed in a tornado.
That tornado, in whose upper part a greenish tone could be seen, began to spin throughout the room, bouncing off the paintings, undoing the bed, making the clothes jump out of the closet and the trinkets that were there. The tornado didn't seem to want to be confined there, so it passed through the door and continued spinning through the kitchen and bathroom until it ended up in the middle of the living room. As if it were a car that suddenly hit the brakes, it stopped, leaving a trail of greenish gas that, as it dissipated, revealed a new figure in its place.
He was dressed in one of the finest and most elegant suits one could find. Polished black shoes with white soles perfectly covered 30 cm feet; tight violet pants that showed off worked legs, tied with a black belt whose golden buckle was in the shape of a multicolored star. He was wearing a shirt that fit well against his marked pectorals and a toned torso, and whose white color made him behave like a fresnel; a purple tie, which looked like outer space and fell elegantly over his torso; a vest of the same color as the pants and white gloves. His entire suit presented an iridescence when light hit it from certain angles.
It wasn't his unusual suit that caught attention, nor his electric blue eyes (which contrasted with his previous dark ones), nor his new height, nor the striking party hat that wrapped around his face: it was his head. It featured a green color, and the way his forehead and his chin were accentuated gave the appearance of a rubbery surface. His dark lips were green and curved into a smile, showing those enormous teeth that, as white and bright as a star, gripped a party horn.
The individual blew on his party horn and, at the same moment it sounded, fireworks exploded throughout the room in which he was.
“IT’S TIME FOR ZAEL TO HAVE HIS B-DAY PARTY TIME, BABY!!!”
He said the figure before leaving with everything outside, leaving a big gap in the wall.
The green and purple tornado moved quickly. The sun was barely visible in the sky since it was a cloudy day, but he didn't care in the least: the only thing that should shine and stand out was him, it was his day! Zael stopped in the middle of a park, where there were some people walking. He took a look and smiled at the space.
"Perfect," he said. He blew his party horn again (being in the air like a cartoon) and, with the noise, a huge stage along with some speakers appeared out of nowhere where he was. With a snap, a microphone appeared in his hands. "First on the list: karaoke, let's sing!" he announced, and a lot of shouts and applause sounded in response, even though there was no one to produce them.
Those who were walking calmly approached out of curiosity when they saw that green-headed individual.
"Ready to listen to the best selection of songs specially chosen for the best... birthday... party?!" The response shouting was heard again, and more and more people seemed confused as to the origin of those noises. "Well, let's say no more! Let's get started!" he added and snapped his fingers.
But nothing happened, there was only silence.
"But what?" he asked into the microphone, clicking several times. Out of nowhere, an individual very similar to him, but dressed in black and with dark glasses that gave him the appearance of a bodyguard, approached him with a clipboard in hand, touching his shoulder. Zael turned and the bodyguard gestured for him to come even closer.
"Sir, we have no songs," he whispered.
"How so?!" Zael shouted in a whisper.
"It's just, we've never listened to current songs, remember? Being lonely and stuff so… we don't have... anything."
"How can you wait until this moment? Our audience is demanding songs!" He said, grabbing him by the neck and pointing at the people, who silently watched everything, still not being able to understand how it all happened. The bodyguard was going to reply, but Zael spoke first. "No buts, fool, you’re fired!" he added and kicked him out. Outside the frame of the scene, the screech of a cat was heard.
Zael turned to the people. What could he do? He wanted a song, like every party... like every children's party.
"I got it!" he snapped again. He pulled out his phone (which had a diamond-encrusted purple case) and played a video. From the speakers, a song that no one imagined was heard.
The little chick cheep, from Radio Globo
On the radio there's a little chick, on the radio there's a little chick.
And the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep.
On the radio there's a little hen, on the radio there's a little hen.
And the hen co-co, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep.
He sang while doing the required mimes, even transforming into the animal he mentioned.
On the radio there's a little rooster,, on the radio there's a little rooster…
The scene stopped under the sound of a scratched record, turning gray, with time stopped. Zael spoke, addressing the reader: "The change was because we are in modern times, and the animal is called a rooster, okay? Okay," and, with a snap, he made everything happen normally.
And the rooster doodle-doo, and the hen co-co, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep
Some children among those who were there laughed and imitated Zael. The older ones showed disbelief, especially when they all saw themselves imitating the green-headed man through the whole song.
On the radio there's a little tractor, on the radio there's a little tractor
Zael appeared driving a tractor around the stage, tracing circles with his route.
And the tractor brumm, and the tractor bruum, and the tractor bruum and the chick oh oh
But Zael didn't stop: the tractor jumped off the stage and some people immediately moved out of the way to avoid being run over. Zael drove quickly, crossing the park while leaving a purplish halo behind him. When the people realized it, they already had complete will over their bodies and, when they turned to see the stage, it had disappeared, leaving everything as if that man had never been there.
Zael continued driving, but the tractor had transformed into a motorcycle. He was lying on the seat and the motorcycle was moving on its own, avoiding cars and pedestrians. Zael had a list in hand.
"Karaoke: check," he said, checking that item. Then, his stomach growled. "Now, snacks… Well, I'm very picky about what I eat, so I hope I have some luck... is there such a thing as birthday boy's luck?"
Zael didn't pay attention to the road (and ignored the vibrations he felt in his pocket) until he felt it stop. Looking around him, he realized that he had stopped in front of a pizzeria, and not just any one, but one with a special advertisement.
Special New Year's Contest: All You Can Eat!
"Yes there is!" he crooned and got off the motorcycle. Before taking a step, he turned towards him. "Good job, little one, thanks," he said, stroking the motorcycle, which revved his engine like a barking dog, and then took off on his own.
Zael entered the pizzeria and sat down without a second thought in the contestants' seat. The contest began, and Zael gobbled down pizza after pizza without comparison. Needless to say, by far the winner.
"Thank you, thank you..." he said while receiving the award from him. "I want to thank the academia... (burp) for giving me this opportunity."
He put the trophy in his pocket and left with an air of superiority.
"So far so good, the pizzas are always delicious, hehehe..." he said as he took out his list and checked off the snacks. He read that the following said Games. "Games? What am I supposed to play?"
"Look, Mom! A very funny looking horse!" a girl shouted, pulling her mother's arm as they walked near Zael. "Can I go after him?! Please, mom!"
He directed his gaze to the direction in which the girl was pointing and saw, to her surprise, how a colorful horse made of cardboard was running in terror from some children (and some adults) with bats who were doing their best to catch her.
"I see, chase the piñata..." a bat appeared in his hands. "Interesting..."
And taking on the appearance of a little boy, he joined the excited crowd. The piñata ran through all the areas of the city where he could to save himself. Over time, people, exhausted, would abandon the game, but one advantage Zael had was that he didn't get tired as easily. Jumping a car here, dodging a stray dog there, on roller skates or an autowheel, Zael wouldn't give up like the others, but it was as if the piñata was an NPC programmed to always go faster than the others.
"If you can't reach it, catch it," he said, and blew the party horn at him again.
The clouds had parted from the sky when it happened. The horse continued running to escape the children until, with a well-aimed shot, it exploded. It had been Zael, who with a violet bazooka, decided to put an end to it by shooting the base of it. Lots of sweets came out of the piñata that children and adults took. Zael took a few, but seeing that they were not to his liking, he decided to leave them for the others.
"Games, check! Piñata, check!" Zael marked, "now… gifts? Who will give me a gift?"
At that, his cell phone came out of his pocket, acting like a pet annoyed by the lack of attention. When Zael took it, he took a snap selfie (in which he looked gorgeous) and checked out what his cell phone had to show him.
It was a message that, although short, made his heart pound.
Hey, I just woke up, happy birthday, I'm not gonna be home today, but I hope you're having a good time.
It was a message from his crush.
"The luck of the birthday boy is a magic that must be taken advantage of..." Hizael commented, took out a perfume and lay down until he was under a violet cloud. "So sad he’s not free, but yeah, maybe later I can take care of that, hehehe… I guess that counts as a gift, right? Right! Okay, check… Now it’s time for the cake!!”
Suddenly, he heard the screech of a cart being pulled. As he turned around, he realized that there were many people (who looked just like him, but with a baker's suit and a noticeably fake bushy mustache) pulling a carriage carrying a huge chocolate and vanilla cake, with a huge lit candle with a number 20 on top of it.
Many people, out of curiosity or to take advantage, came to where everything was happening. To their surprise, the green-faced bakers served them each a plate of cake.
"A huge cake..." Zael said and saw that everyone around him had a plate. Some were going to eat, but Zael blew his party horn. "Stop! We have to sing happy birthday first! Come on! On three, and one, and one, two, three...!"
And everyone there was forced to sing happy birthday to the smiling Zael, who boasted of the voices and the singing dedicated specifically to him, because it was his day.
Happy birthday, Zael..!! Happy birthday to you....!!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... (everyone counted while Zael prepared to blow, breathing so deeply as to cause a tornado, inflating his chest exaggeratedly), eighteen, nineteen... . Twenty!
Zael let out all that air, which blew out the candles and, as he did so, a bunch of streamers came out of it.
"Now, the moment I was waiting for....!!"
Zael launched himself towards the sky and extended his lips to superhuman distances in order to swallow the entire cake, and so he did: he swallowed the cake the size of a building by himself.
"Whew, it was delicious!!" he shouted with a smile. He watched with joy as everyone around him enjoyed cake, something that warmed his heart. "This was the best party of my life!" he said and, after blowing his party horn for the last time, he spun into a tornado to leave the place.
It was the second night of the year, fittingly cold for the season. That was a day that made him feel very strange. It has been Hizael's birthday, and he was lying on his bed, curled up with his white sheet and with his eyes, wide open, fixed on the fan, which was spinning and spinning and spinning…
"That... was... wild..." he stammered still with his eyes open in surprise and with the mask on the side of his head, on another pillow. "That... was... wild..." he repeated, but this time his eyes closed as he began to snore.
Down There
A/N: Hi there! Today's my birthday, so I wanted to celebrate it with you publishing this mask story! Hope you enjoy!
The sun was already setting when a young man finished placing a box.
"Whew!! Good thing we're done with all our stuff, right, Henry?," Logan asked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his palm.
Logan and Henry became housemates, but they decided to pool their income so they could pay for the house together. They had met months ago in a Basic Biology class, which was mandatory for everyone in all majors; Logan was studying Computer Science while Henry was studying Tourism. For the past week they had been moving their things and arranging the house until finally all the boxes had been put in place.
"Yes," Henry said, running a small towel through his blonde hair. "Since I'm not so sweaty, I think I'll order a pizza, good for you?" he asked with a slight blush on his cheeks. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that barely had any visible sweat stains.
"Okay," Logan replied, "pepperoni, if possible. As for me, I'll be taking a bath in my new room!" he finished with a croon.
Logan went to his room and undressed; he was a little stocky, with his short black hair and a bit of hair on his chest. He went into the bathroom and took a bath with warm water. It took him a few minutes to come out. He dried himself off, wrapped the towel around his waist and lay down on his bed. As he did so, he let out a whimper.
"Oh!" Logan said, checking between the sheets, as he felt something hard under him. He stirred and stirred until he found a green wooden mask. "And this ugly thing?" he asked with some sarcasm.
He got out of bed, opened the door of his room and leaned on the threshold. From there he could see Henry in the living room, who was holding his phone, as if he had hung up not long ago.
"Hey, Henry! Is this mask yours?" he asked, sticking out his arm with the mask on, so he could see it.
When Henry turned around, a stronger blush colored his face as he saw part of Logan's naked torso, noticing from afar some stubborn drops of water that still caressed his body as they went down. Henry looked away from him until he focused on the mask and a strange grimace formed on his face. "N-no, Logan, maybe it belonged to the previous owner and he forgot about it during the move, I-I guess..."
"Well, finders, keepers," Logan added with a smile before closing the door again and lying on the bed. "Though who would want to own something so horrible?" he said with a short laugh.
He set the mask aside on the bed turned upside down, back side up. Throwing the towel somewhere else, he went through his cabinets and took out his clothes, placing them on the bed, over the mask. First he put on the deodorant, then a red t-shirt.
His underwear was just above the mask. When Logan took it, the shadow of his cock was projected on the mask and it, in turn, reflected a slight green glow.
"Huh?" Logan murmured, lowering his gaze to the mask, although he dismissed it, taking it for some optical illusion. For some reason unknown to him, his cock had become semi-hard. "What happened?" he said as he decided whether to touch his penis or not, although in the end he decided not to. He turned to put the underwear on, so he didn't notice another soft, faint glow from the mask. Logan turned again to put on some blue shorts, but just then, he heard something slide on the sheet.
"But what the…?!" Logan shouted as he felt something collide with his crotch, causing him to stumble backwards.
It had taken him a few seconds to realize that it had been the mask, which came to life and —accompanied by the incessant creak of the twisting wood— began to expand, forming tendrils at the edges, and stretching around his manhood.
"No no no no…," he said as he tried to push it away from him, but it seemed kind of sticky. Logan grabbed the edges and pulled on them, but they fought much harder. Logan bit back a moan as the mouth hole portion of the mask rubbed his balls while the metal rod area moved against his hardening dick. He didn't know how, but the sensation became so enveloping that he put aside the tendrils, and they surrounded the entire area, like a second underwear.
Thanks to @kermit43 for the edited pic.
Suddenly, Logan fell to the floor with a thud, his boxers emitting a light for a few seconds that blinded Logan, and when he looked again, he realized that his boxers, which were tight and moved slightly against his member (whose erection was more than noticeable), had turned lime green, similar to a reflective surface. "Oh, fuck..." he moaned, closing his eyes, lowering his head and biting his lower lip slightly and unconsciously.
"Henry, i-it's not what you think...!" Logan said getting up quickly.
The door to his room burst open and Henry appeared under the threshold. He looked down and met Logan's gaze. Both men blushed heavily.
"N-no, it's okay, it's okay… I should have…" Henry looked his roommate up and down and fixed his gaze on Logan's huge, ripped member. "The pizza's here, it's on the table," he said hurriedly and left, closing the door.
"Great…" Logan growled, ashamed.
Logan touched his green underwear and tried to take it off, but he only managed to stretch it several centimeters as if it were made of rubber: when he let it go, the discarded thing came back to him with momentum.
"Ow, ow, ow..." he moaned. "I don't know what happened, but I hope nothing bad happens to me..."
Logan went to his bed to put on his shorts. He took them carefully, as if they too were going to attack him. He put one leg in, then the other, pulled them up and closed them.
"Fuck…!" He groaned and covered his mouth. His new boxers had vibrated, and his penis shook to the rhythm. "Oh god, no, fuck… sh…" Logan clung to the bed, because the pleasure he felt made him unable to contain himself. His breathing was labored and he kept his mouth ajar. Then, the vibration stopped and Logan was able to finish putting on his shorts. "Wow… I don't know how I'll handle this."
As his stomach growled, Logan left the room and found Henry, who had eaten two pieces of pizza. The smell of pizza made Logan sit next to Henry and he began to eat pizza without saying a word to him, still uncomfortable. Logan was biting off the last piece when…
"Mpfh…" Logan moaned.
"Something happened?" Henry asked as he put the pizza box in the trash.
"N-n-no, no..."
But something did happen. His briefs activated again, only instead of vibrating, they began to suck rapidly, and Logan tried very hard to restrain himself. It felt so fucking good… He wanted to scream and moan uncontrollably, take off his clothes, caress himself and let it all go... But no, he couldn't, and especially not in front of Henry.
"Sh... ye..." he suppressed and grabbed the nearest large object to cover his lap, while he felt how it was sticking out, so that Henry wouldn't notice his erection. The caress that his penis received was felt by him as the most pleasurable electrical impulses.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?"
"N-no, it's-...mph...f...fine!" He said, getting up, because the suction had just finished, although he felt a little annoyed. "If you want, I'll wash the dishes."
"It couldn't hurt…" Henry murmured, sniffed his armpit and grimaced in agreement. He looked at Logan warily, as if he expected he was going to get weird again, and blushed, looking away. "As for while I finish putting things around here in place."
And Henry started arranging the cushions when Logan went to wash the dishes. As Logan rubbed soap into one of them, he waited with censored impatience for that sensation to happen again. He cleaned plate after plate and nothing happened until he finished.
"Uuh!" He moaned again, but this time he felt his buttocks vibrate and something slimy got into the slot between them until it caressed his hole, like someone touching a fragile surface.
"Really, Logan, wh-what the hell is wrong with you?" Henry inquired.
"I-I-I... Fuck!" He shouted, looking up, the viscous thing had entered him and gave him a gentle thrust. When he looked at Henry, he said, "I-I need to be in my room!!"
And Logan ran as best he could to his room, moaning uncontrollably. He took off his shorts and t-shirt, lay down on the bed and let himself be carried away by the pleasure. Seeing his green boxers, the sucking sensation returned; he could hear the sound of a rubber band stretching as his underwear vibrated. Being pounded from front and back, Logan moaned loudly as he brought his hands to his nipples and massaged them. He moaned so loudly that he couldn't hear the sound of the door opening slightly.
It was one of the best experiences he had had. He had very colorful cheeks and his tongue was sticking out. He opened and closed his eyes at any pace. He felt how his balls were filling more and more, as they stood out along with his long penis under the rubber of his clothing, which was stretching more and more outward, as if he wanted to make more room for that big dick.
"F... Almost there... Shit... Already, already..." he moaned, and his underwear stretched further and further out, but he held on firmly to his butt, as if it were being expelled but it held on to avoid it. Logan was almost there, he could almost expel everything, just a few more rubs...
"HOLY SHIT!!" Logan shouted, releasing an immense stream of cum.
The mask, stained with semen until it was dripping, had come loose from his underwear and flew away, guided by the stream of semen.
At that moment, Henry entered.
'Logan! What's wrong with you...?'
But he was interrupted because the mask had collided with his face, making him stagger back. Much of the stream of cum hit Henry's face, entering mainly through the horizontal hole of the mask and, as Henry had been left speechless in surprise, the instant after the mask hit his face, the semen entered through his face. mouth. Henry, with a bitter taste in his mouth, realized that what was on his face was moving with impetus.
The mask extended its edges and took a few seconds to cover the blonde's entire head. Henry didn't know what was happening. He fell to the ground gasping, as he felt electrical pulses run through his body. With every gasp, with every moan, a heat expanded within him, as if his blood was boiling. With a *crack* his right arm increased in size; *crack*, it followed his left one, then his legs. *Rip*, his shirt was torn, and finally, so were his pants.
Henry looked at Logan, and through the mirror he noticed how the wood of the mask twisted against his facial features, but in an instant a pink sheet fell over him, which covered him, although it could not hide his moans and grunts, which gradually became more low and pleasant.
Logan, still panting, had watched everything with a hanging boner that was shaking slightly, like a tree in the dark trying to find the light. He looked expectantly at the result. When Henry stood up, he noticed that he had increased in size. Henry removed the sheet and revealed a new figure.
The new being was much more corpulent and hairy than the old Henry, which added a lot of attractiveness to him. But what most captivated was his huge green head, like a second skin that imitated his perfectly. His hair had turned gray, and white drops fell on the edges of his face, which he, in a jiffy, licked to clean himself.
"I feel invincible!!" he shouted, flexing his muscles. "Oh, Holy Fuck" he moaned as he admired his huge cock.
His dark eyes stared at Logan, shining with desire. That new Henry felt a strange power running through his body, as if he were capable of doing anything; he brought his arms in front of him and stretched them, surrounding Logan, he brought his naked body close to his own and kissed him deeply, with desire. The kisses were so wet and Henry's tongue felt so long, Logan thought that's what it would feel like if he were kissed by Venom; however, he thoroughly enjoyed it. Traces of saliva fell from their lips, but they didn't care: they hugged each other and felt their warm bodies until the lack of air forced them to separate.
"I've always wanted to do that! How about we take action?!" Henry asked, smiling lasciviously. "But first…!"
Out of nowhere he pulled out a huge paint roller and passed it around the room. Instantly, it was transformed into a more comfortable and intimate space, illuminated with aromatic candles and a dim ceiling lamp, and the bed covered with red sheets. Henry pushed Logan so that he was on his back, watching as Henry approached with his tongue hanging out and, crawling, walked over the bed to be on top of him.
"Now, without further ado," he whispered and, to Logan's surprise, aligned his ass with Logan's penis, which, although erect, was very small compared to the bottle that was Henry's.
Logan groaned. "But I wanted to get the big deal!" he squealed in disappointment.
"Really? We can fix that!" Henry snapped his fingers and his penis stretched and moved as if he came to life, similar to a snake. The cock circled around Henry to the left of him and moved down until Logan felt a tingle there in his hole. At the same time, Henry forced both cocks into their intended holes, and a grunt escaped from both men's mouths. "Now we are ready..."
And the couple unleashed their unbridled desires throughout the night.
Leasing Services
The first time
It was a very weird experience, you know, to be possessed by someone else. My friend Asher was the one that convinced me to go and join this organization. At first, I was very skeptical, the idea that you can lease your body for a week sounded more like something coming from a science book than anything else. But Asher told me that he had done it himself several times and, after he showed his bank statements, I decided to give it a try. Gladly, there were so many things that make this process a lot more secure. Asher told me to create a pseudonym and rent a place far from home whenever I was going to let someone take over my flesh. In this way I could protect my life, my reputation, from those freaks that wish to walk in my shoes. The company also empowered his partners, I could read the profile of my guests and they will only be able to possess my body if felt comfortable with whom they are and their intentions of being inside my body.
Of course, for the first time, I needed to do it with someone that I trusted. Asher was more than happy to help me. I drive on my motorcycle about an hour to a remote cabin. There I meet my friend who gave a blue pill. He ingested a red one and it took less than a minute to feel an essence penetrating my flesh. I expected that it was going to be fun being only a spectator of my own life, but that was far from the truth. It was very difficult to don’t have a say in anything that your body does. Asher dedicated a lot of time exploring my flesh, trying my clothes, and doing some stuff that I wouldn’t agree. However, I know that I needed to endure. One week for 100k, that was a life changing deal. “Jake, I didn’t know you were so fucking hot… your body will be in high demand. Trust me, you will soon become a millionaire.”
The second time
I was very excited as I drove my motorcycle towards that mansion. This was my first client, and I couldn’t wish for someone better. His name was Ralph, and he was loaded. His place was filled with luxury cars, statues, and so many other expensive shit. He was in his early 50’s and he wanted to take a trip of a lifetime, two weeks in the amazing Greek islands. According to Asher, the amount that he was offering me for that timeframe was on the higher end. Also, Ralph gave me a lot of good vibes. He was just a man that wanted to have a hot body to showcase in the beach. It was a superfluous reason, but I think that most of the people on the platform were in this due to that. As expected, he dedicated the first moments inside my body to take a long shower and try all the designer clothes that he bough for the trip. To be honest, I just hope that he let me keep those clothes as I look extremely hot in them. Sure enough, the place, the food, and the night life were amazing. I was not in control, but I have a blast. I just hope that I can come back to this place and be one making the decisions.
The third time
When Gus contacted me through the app, I wasn’t certain that I wanted to help him. The kid didn’t have money to paid for our expensive service and, when asked why he wanted to borrow my body, he was unable to offer a clear concise answer. At first, it seemed to be a shady business. But the kid kept talking to me and, through our conversations, I realized that he was a man with a lot of confidence issues and that the only thing that he wanted was to borrow my body to see what it felts to date a girl that he liked. In fact, he only seemed to need a confidence boost and, after so much thought, I was willing to help him. I drive across the country to reach his house. It was a surprise for him. He was so excited that he would be able to walk in my body for a day… even more when I told him that it was going to be free of charge. It was rather cute; he was like a small kid on Christmas day. I was surprised that he spent most of the day lifting weights at the gym. In the evening, he put a nice suit and invited his crush on a date. It went really well, but to my surprise, when Gus had a chance, he didn’t make a move. He realized that all of this was a farce… but at least now he knows that there is good chemistry between him and that girl. I am happy for him; I am happy that allowing him walking on my shoes let him realize that his life is not as bad. Hopefully this experience gave him the motivation to do all his dreams a reality.
The last time
The moment that Sam took over my flesh, I knew that there was something wrong. In theory he wanted my body in order to go to a fashion gala in a more suitable form. However, he quickly went to my motorcycle and star driving home… my home. Panic started to invade me. How does he know who I really am? How does he know where I live? It was very frustrating as I saw how this impostor began to live my life. He meets with my friends, my family and went to my work at the local gym. I could only scream as I realized that I would be only a spectator from now on.
“So, Sam, do you like your new home” Someone asked as my body answered the phone.
“Yeah, I don’t know how you convince him to do this.”
“Easy, I possessed the body of his friend for a couple of months.”
“I see… well… he knew the risks… man I will love to be the new Jason.”
“Happy to help, don’t forget to recommend us to your older friends. Definitely we can find them a body as good as that of Jason.”
Last Seandays: Jack's Back
I walked into the locker room; Jack was waiting. “What time do you call this you fucker!” he growled at me. I shrugged, “What’s the matter pretty boy, I’m only ten minutes late.” “Fuck you! I’m meant to be meeting Trevor now. You know the agreement, I do the sport and you do the straight stuff. Claire has called six times by the way,” he muttered pulling off his clothes. He stood there stretching his tight lean body. “Close the doors you idiot.” I sighed and locked the door. Jack had been one of the top athletes in the school, and I so wanted to be like him. So much so, I slipped him a serum after training–it was easy he was always last out. Within minutes, the serum had hollowed him out. I pulled on his empty skin, filling it perfectly. His memories flooded my mind, his skills, secrets and loves as I pulled his face over my own. His odour was intoxicating, so I skipped the shower and pulled on his clothes. I hiked his rucksack over my shoulder and made my way back to his house. It was meant to be temporary, just for the weekend of the party–fucked his girlfriend until she screamed. However, when I went to restore him, the liquid just didn’t work. There was no way to bring Jack back. I decided I’d have to cover for Jack as best I could, but practice on Monday identified the one flaw on the disguise. Although the skin-suit gave me the physical appearance of Jack, my own muscle and stamina had to do the hard work. It quickly became apparent that–I wasn’t a sportsman, and that reflected on Jack. The other team members were running circles around me. I made some excuses and returned to the locker room, but it wasn’t empty. Phil McKirk was just returning from the showers. Jack’s memories prickled in my mind, he didn’t like McKirk–fucking queer echoed through my head but I pushed it down. I knew McKirk was good, but Jack never accepted the possibility that he might be better. I hedged a bet and walked over to him. “Hey, McKirk.” “What do you want,” he muttered standing naked. “Help.” He snorted a laugh. “Since when does the top jock need any help from the likes of me?” I pulled off my kit dropping it to the floor, McKirk’s eyebrows twitched at Jack’s physique. “Like what you see?” He chuckled, “Yeah, not bad.” “It’s yours on sports days, but you just have to keep it quiet, just between the two of us.” He was startled by my reply, but his mouth dropped open when I pulled at Jack’s mouth and pulled it back over my own head. “Fuck, what kind of mixed up shit is this?” I explained what had happened to Jack and how I needed him to step in for me during sports as I peeled off the skin-suit. McKirk grinned widely taking Jack. “What a fucking turn-on, me inside the straightest jock in school. Yeah I’ll fucking do it, sports only though? Shit I want him every other weekend right?” I sucked on my lip. “OK, but need to keep it a secret.” “Works even better if nobody knows if it’s me inside him,” he chuckled. He pulled on the skin-suit, and with a smirk, he stretched Jack’s face over his own. McKirk looked at his new reflection, “You know Jack’s going ape shit in my head.” “Yeah, he does that.” He turned showing me a full frontal, I shifted uneasily, I’d only seen it from behind Jack’s eye’s before. “You’d better get back out there; Jack only came in for a drink.” He reluctantly pulled on Jack’s pads and kit, jogging back out to the field. I found some shorts from McKirk’s open locker and went outside to watch. Coach was pleased to see Jack’s athleticism had returned as he once again ran circles around the remainder of the team. At the end of practice, Jack returned to the locker room with the rest of the team to shower up. I waited outside as the team slowly filtered out, all but one. I went in and waited, Jack came out of the showers closely followed by Jameson–another football player. I hid behind the lockers and watched. Jameson sidled up to McKirk and looked into his eyes, “That was fucking awesome, see you tonight?” “Sure, but it’ll be our secret–right?” Jameson nodded and after getting dressed left. Keeping to character McKirk made sure Jack was the last in the locker room. I stepped out from my hiding place. “Don’t tell me, you fucked Jameson.” He laughed. “No Jack fucked him; Jameson’s a friend of mine. I know he’s gay but he keeps it a secret. I just made his dreams come true.” “You told him?” “No, he still thinks it was Jack. I told him I was bi, but I needed to keep it a secret. I’ve promised to meet him tonight,” he smiles. “One of us needs to go and meet him.” I swallowed. “Well I guess you can do the sports, and the ‘other’ stuff.” He laughed again, and started to pull on Jack’s street clothes. “I thought you’d see it that way. Use any of my gear,” he nodded towards his own locker. I watched as he left looking like Jack. — Locking the door, I turned to the disguised McKirk; he’d already pulled off the trainers, blue vest and shorts. Within moments, he was kicking off the skin-suit. “Anything I should know about?” I asked pulling off my own clothes. “Nothing you need to worry about, if Jameson comes onto you tell him to chill until the weekend. Oh, you’d better hurry up. Jack is meeting Claire outside the gym soon,” he smirked. I groaned as I pulled on Jack’s skin, a musky smell I recognised from McKirk’s clothes wafted up from inside the suit. My limbs slid easily inside the warm, damp interior. McKirk had already pulled on my discarded clothes by the time I’d pulled Jack’s face over my own. “Catch you later Jack,” he called as he left. Picking up the clothes, I sat there for a while wondering if this partnership would work. With a sigh I pulled them on–they smelt of Jack. I’d just fixed my trainers, grabbing my rucksack and was heading towards the door when it opened–it was Claire. “Hey handsome, how’s my big hunky jock. Where have you been, you haven’t been answering my calls?” she cooed. She placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back into the locker room securing the door behind her. “Oh hey, Claire, what are you doing?” She placed a finger over my lips as I felt the wall against my back. “I heard what you did with Jameson,” she told me. “How did you know,” I gulped. “There’s only two people that knew about it, Jameson and–” “McKirk,” I added. She smiled rubbing her crotch against my tenting pants. “Jameson won’t say anything, and I know McKirk didn’t either.” She said nuzzling against my neck kissing it. Claire pulled at my vest, kissing my inherited muscular pecs. “Then how?” She kissed her way down my torso, and looked up at me as she rubbed my hard on. “McKirk found some of that serum in Jack’s rucksack–” My eyes widened. “McKirk?” Claire’s smile widened. “Yeah, and I can assure you these skin-suits have all the working parts.” “Fuck.” She started to pull at my pants and my dick popped out, long and hard. “Do you mind if we date other people?” she asked. “I think this could work for me.” She took my hand and slipped it under her skirt, it was true, from Jack’s memories I couldn’t tell the difference. She sunk to the ground, and shivers of ecstasy rippled down my spine. Jack’s memories told me Claire was never this good. from Blogger https://ift.tt/2MARWXH
Venom Muscle Possession - Part 1
Ryan was a hot young jock, but he wanted to make more progress on his body. He has been working out every day for over a year and can’t seem to make his muscles bigger. They were a good size, but he wanted them much bigger. He was getting undressed in the locker room when the Venom symbiote noticed him. Venom needed a new host and could sense the eagerness in Ryan. After observing Ryan’s tight body, Venom knew he would be a great new body for him.
Ryan had finished undressing and looked around to the empty locker room. He heard something behind him and he turned to see Venom manifesting into his humanoid form. His jaw dropped as he saw the large, muscular symbiote standing before him. Venom stuck his long tongue out of his mouth and into Ryan’s, going deep into his body. The feeling was euphoric and Ryan clinched his body and muscles. Venom’s tongue snapped back into his own mouth and he smiled. Ryan stumbled and looked back at Venom while admiring his huge muscles. He could feel a connection between his body and Venom’s, a yearning to be one.
“What do you want?” Ryan asked. Venom smiled saying “I need a new host to be my body and you’re the perfect vessel to host me.” “So you want to take over my body?” Venom licked his lips and said “Basically, yes. But it would be my body now.” “Why would I let you do that?” Ryan asked. Venom stepped closer to Ryan, grabbing his hands and putting them above his head and pinning him to the lockers. Venom put his head into Ryan’s pits and inhaled, breathing in his manly twink scent. “I see how you look at the other men in this gym with jealousy over their muscular bodies, and their big cocks. Let me inside you and you’ll be the alpha male, you’ll have all my muscles, and a huge dick.”
Ryan couldn’t believe it, but he looked at Venom with such admiration - he wanted every drop of him inside him. Ryan said “Do it, take my body” and then threw himself at Venom. Venom embraced Ryan’s body and started unraveling and wrapping himself around Ryan’s tight, muscular body.
Ryan felt Venom slithering over his body like a second layer of skin. It felt absolutely amazing, he reveled in bliss as Venom slithered his way up his torso, tightening around his biceps, then spreading to cover his cock and balls, all while caressing them while he spread. Ryan was so excited and loved the feeling Venom gave his body, he couldn’t wait. “Yes Venom, fucking take my body. Give me all of you - I want it all!” Ryan yelled.
Ryan’s body jerked backwards into the locker, with his hands above his head. He wasn’t in control of the parts of his body Venom has spread to. He involuntarily flexed his biceps then felt up his muscles which Venom was making even bigger. The symbiote was spreading up his neck and Ryan began smiling at the thought of another man controlling his body. “Come get me man!” Ryan yelled as Venom’s head hovered in front of Ryan’s face. Venom then shoved his head into Ryan’s face and his classic Venom face formed over Ryan’s.
“Fuck, you feel great Ryan, thanks for the body” Venom said while cracking his new neck. “This is only the first part to make sure you feel good, now comes the good part.” Venom started to turn into goo again and started flowing from all parts of Ryan’s body into his open mouth. With Venom still in control and Ryan in the backseat, Ryan’s body was chugging the symbiote down, even pushing as much as he could into his mouth. Ryan still felt everything and loved the sensation of the cool symbiote sliding down his throat and filling out his big, buff body.
He felt Venom sliding into his leg making them huge, filling his abs with chiseled definition, pumping up his big pecs, and sliding into his arms and making his biceps and triceps enormous.
Then Venom slid into his cock and caused it to grow to a full 13”, followed by pumping into his balls, making them huge and fall with a thud. Ryan’s body groaned and stretched as the remaining drops of the symbiote entered his body.
Ryan’s new incredibly buff body relaxed as Venom settled into his new host. He grabbed his jockstrap and took a deep whiff. “Fuck, you smell like such a man. Well…I smell like such a man.” Ryan smirked. Lifting his hairy armpit to his nose, he took a deep whiff and smiled, with his cock getting erect at the manly smell. Venom’s long tongue came out of Ryan’s mouth and licked his pit and biceps. “Delish” Ryan said, while flexing in the mirror.
Ryan decided to go lift weights in the gym to further bond the symbiote and human body by tearing and rebuilding their muscles together.
Ryan walked out onto the gym floor with manly cockiness. All the guys in the gym stared at him in shock and awe of how quickly he bulked up so much.
A jock named Brock, who used to be bigger than Ryan, approached Ryan in the locker room. “Hey man, what’s gotten into you? What’s your secret?” he asked. “A big boost, want some of it?” Brock responded with a “fuck yeah!” Ryan smirked and said “Open wide”. Brock, confused, did as instructed and opened his mouth wide open.
Ryan grabbed him and started shoving his tongue down Brock’s throat. Brock was confused and his initial instinct was to push Ryan off of him. But he continued to embrace Ryan, and then he felt something entering his mouth. He began to panic but Ryan had him locked in place. Brock felt a second symbiote slithering down his throat and beginning to fill out his body. It spoke to him in his head “You are my new body now. Accept me, let me in. We will be one. We will be as big as Ryan. You want this, you want to have his strength.” Brock was resistant but then started flexing and feeling the strength filling his body. “We will be huge together. Our body will be a beast among men. All men will crave your body, our body.” Brock’s cock started to grow at the arousal. Brock accepted the symbiote and chugged it deeper into his throat.
Ryan released his lips from Brock as the last of the symbiote spawn slithered down Brock’s throat. Brock’s body squirmed around while the new symbiote got adjusted in his body. Ryan watched his symbiote spawn take over Brock’s muscular body limb by limb and enjoyed every second of it. Brock’s body had grown in size and mass similar to how Ryan’s did. The last of the symbiote traveled up Brock’s throat ready to reach his brain and take complete control of his body. Brock was smiling as he felt the symbiote traveling to his head. “Fuck yeah man!!! I’m fucking huge! Give it to me!!” he yelled. Brock’s eyes rolled back into his head and he stumbled backward. A smirk slowly grew across Brock’s face as the symbiote was now in full control. Brock started flexing his muscles and feeling his body, rubbing his cock and balls. “How does it feel?” Ryan asked. Brock said “Amazing” as he continued to flex his huge biceps.
Ryan stepped toward Brock and began feeling his symbiote bonded body. The two began to make out, diving their abnormally long symbiotic tongues into each other’s mouths. Ryan took a deep whiff of Brock’s pits and licked them with his long tongue. Brock shivered in ecstasy at the feeling. Ryan slapped Brock’s naked ass and said “Come on, we have lots to do”.
To be continued…
Could you do a story where a genius chemistry major gets caught up in the jocks hazing rituals and they turn him into a jock slowly by melting his brains into cum leading to the finale where he cums his brains out along the quarterbacks ass
I don’t want to sound conceded or like I’m cocky or anything, but I’m technically a genius. Like my IQ is high enough to classify me as a genius. I’ve been called perfect before because I’m really intelligent and rather muscular thanks to my time in the gym and my time playing football. I’m gonna sound like a total pick-me, but I’ve never really fit in. I’m so much more intelligent than every other guy that was on the team. But now that I’m in college, I’m hoping I can find at least one guy I can relate to.
My first day of college wasn’t great… The guys are literally the exact same as the ones from high school in mannerism and mentality. I guess I’ll just be out of place yet again. There’s a “sacred” hazing ritual that all new coming football players must partake in. I haven’t been told much but I know it’s humiliating. I step foot in the locker room, the putrid stench of stale musk and sweat fills my nose. Honestly I don’t mind the smell; I’ve grown used to it after years of exposure to it. There’s a line of freshmen standing shirtless just like me. I enter the end of the line and wait for further instruction.
The quarterback paces in front of the group of us, marching like a general. He stops in front of me and looks me up and down, his eyes resting on my crotch for an uncomfortably long time.
“Last year, one of our linebackers graduated. He was renowned for his massive horse cock. Since he left, we haven’t had someone to replace him and the team fuck stick. I think this man will be a perfect replacement!” the quarterback shouts, leading to a round of applause from the existing members and a weak clap from the upcoming ones. I look around, confused by his questionable proclamation.
The quarterback pulls out a battered football helmet and inserts it on my head. The helmet is tight and squeezes my head. God it kind of hurts. I chuckle, “Oh I uh- Thank you…?”
“Yeah you’ll be thankin’ me real soon, bro,” the quarterback said, a smirk on his face. A flash of calmness washes over me, instantly numbing my anxieties and concerns. My dick jumps to life, sticking straight out in front of me. The other guys laugh at my obvious boner.
My dick isn’t that big, only about 5 inches, but it looks… bigger. The size of my boner continues climbing, soon becoming about 11 inches and thick as a beer can. The amount of blood required to keep me hard seems to be coming straight from my brain, leaving me lightheaded and dizzy. Then my dick starts leaking precum. Buckets of precum. My brain feels weird, almost like it’s a liquid. I can feel it sloshing around in my skull. I feel a weird draining feeling, like my skull is a faucet and it’s pouring down my torso. I feel the dripping stop when the liquid reaches my balls, inflating them in size to better match the girth of my horse cock.
God it’s gettin’ hard tuh think… It’s like my brain just been switched off. “Huhuhu,” I laugh dully, rubbing my massive dick through my pants.
I look down to see the quarterback on his hands and knees with his pants pulled down. He’s presenting his big… fuckable ass… Oh my god he’s so hot. Fuck… It’s getting harder to… Oh fuck! My dick unleashes a cascading shot of thick cum on his ass. I fall to my knees, still dizzy and very disoriented.
The established football players clap and cheer me on, someone taking off my helmet and giving me a noogie. Now I’m one of the star linebackers on the team and more importantly, I’m the brainless fuck stick of the team, willing to shove my huge dick up anyone’s ass without a thought.
This ai is crazy omfg
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CockCo’s New App
Ted had seen the ads for the new app going viral. It was advertised as a photo enhancement app, one that was supposed to be better than photoshop.
As soon as Ted opened the app, it prompted him to take a photo.
“What would you like to enhance?”
The app was almost comical in its simplicity.
“Snap a pic and we’ll do all the work!”
Ted laughed. This app was totally fake. He pointed the camera down at his lap where his shorts were hiding a measly 4 inches and grape sized nuts.
“Awesome! Now choose the enhancement percentage!” Ted was next prompted with a slider from 100% to 500%. He found it strange that there wasn’t any option for less than 100%, but he shrugged and laughed, jokingly opting for 500%.
“Awesome! Now choose payment method!” Ted wasn’t expecting this. The app was free and the app store didn’t say there would be in-app purchases.
The options were “Brains!”, “Height!”, “Muscle!”, “Hair!”, “Smell!”, “Endurance!”, and “Confidence!”. And in very small text at the bottom of the screen there was a sentence that read, “All enhancements are positive and permanent and are subject to CockCo’s terms of service.”
Ted was really confused now, so far nothing had changed about his photo, and if all of these ‘payments’ were positive then why was it payment?
Ted selected all of the payment methods, the check boxes lighting up with different colors as he went. He laughed again at the silliness of the app and pressed “continue”.
“Awesome! Now sit back, relax, and watch!”
The app then showed his original photo, his lap in full view. The app showed a little swirling ball next to the words, “Enhancing”.
Ted’s eyes widened as he saw the image of his pants begin to change. His zipper seemed to bulge out farther, along with the shorts digging further into his thighs and waist.
What Ted saw next made him drool. His cock, starting at 4 inches hard, began to snake along his waist. His grape sized nuts inflating too, pushing out against the fabric of his shorts. He watched as it slowly reached his hip, pushing through the pocket and inverting the fabric. As his balls continued to inflate he suddenly noticed he was in a lot of pain. He looked down and saw that his shorts — or rather his body — now matched what he saw in the photo… constricting around his balls, confining his enormous cock, and hugging his muscular ass and thighs.
Ted let a deep moan as his shorts tore in half, releasing his growing manhood. His new stench was now wafting up at him, his mind getting foggy from the smell… or was it from something else? He couldn’t tell, his brain was in his balls now, full of potent cum ready to blow.
God he looked so good. His orange sized balls filling up, his beer can thick footlong cock, his ass bouncing as he stood up, his new pecs jiggling too. Inches were adding to his height, making his body look more like a greek god’s than a burly lumberjack’s. His mind was filling with his new body’s hormones and thoughts. Thoughts of fucking, getting fucked, sucking and cumming.
He took a deep breath in, inhaling his now pungent stench, slowing his mind more and making him leak precum like a faucet.
He reached one of his enormous hands down and grabbed his dick, his other hand reaching between his juicy cheeks and rubbing his super sensitive hole.
It was too much. Within seconds he was cumming. And wow did he cum. He launched huge globs of creamy, smelly, jizz all over himself. But as the last of his cum slowly dripped out of his massive apple sized cock head, he felt his balls swell bigger, his body was already getting prepared for round two.
Ted loved the new app.
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