#stink

[farmeraxel]

[ger-rawr-xd]

rough, size-diff mirror sex with dilf gee. holding you by the chin n forcing you to watch as he fucks you dumb. that’s all. ;p⚰️

yeah that’s all!!

content: gn reader, dilf gee, size diff (gee is bigger than you), manhandling, rough sex, dumbification, gee talks nice but doesn't act very nice, he's kinda dada here, nothing crazy

gee had you in missionary first, nearly a mating press with the way his body forces your legs apart without him even having to touch them. every time he leans down to kiss you, his belly rubs up against yours and he’s just so warm and so everywhere it has you mewling already. to him, you look so fucking sweet like this, your legs dangling helplessly down by his plush love handles, you needily wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close while he fucks into you. it gives him this sort of cuteness aggression and he has to act on it.

he tugs your arms off from around his neck in the same breath that he pulls out, ‘no… mmh.. gee’ you whine as you reach back out for him, wanting to complain more. a yelp escapes your lips as he grabs that outstretched arm and nearly yanks you up from your position on the bed. ‘c’mon baby, up,’ he instructs, but he’s still moving you the way he wants to, and you’re still shaky so it feels easier to just go with what gee wants. on his own knees, he moves behind you and gives your back a shove. you’re pushed down in the direction of the corner of y’all’s bed. you catch yourself on your hands before lifting your head, looking back at yourself through your reflection.

in front of you, there’s a pretty, full-sized mirror gee got at a yard sale some time last year glinting back at you. you wonder if he’d had this in mind when he bought it- using it so he could see how good you look when he takes you from behind. he’s straddling your knees now, just admiring you how pretty you look from this angle for a moment before the need takes back over.

'look at yourself f'me sugar...' gee murmurs as he leans forward just far enough so he can grab your chin, his warm rough palm up against the bottom of it. 'want you to see just how good you take it' he notches his tip against your entrance and pushes in his thick ruddy tip breaches you first. an almost fond smile blooms on his face as he relishes in the way your mouth opens and your breath stutters, it's somewhere between a gasp and an exhale. relief and ache. 'perfect... so perfect baby.' your body pushes forward at the force of him bottoming out, his hanging sack rests up against your sex snugly, warmly. you didn't realize how much you were leaning your head into his hand until he lets go of it. he places it on your hips instead to keep you upright there. he pulls out, leaving just his tip your needy hole already missing his girth. there's not much time to mourn its absence before he slams back in. if he wasn't holding your hips, you surely would've toppled over. he keeps at a pace similar to when he had you on your back. little whines and keens escape your throat as he pulls you back into his solid hips with each thrust. your eyes flutter and roll back, the mirror almost entirely forgotten. the only thing you're thinking is 'gee' 'what'd I say? huh, baby?' you sober up when his palm comes across your asscheek, leaving a lingering sting in it's wake. 'eyes on you. keep 'em there,' he uses that stern voice reserved only for when you're bad. but you didn't mean to disobey, your brain is just clouding over each time he bottoms out. 'm'sorry... 's hard, gee... please...' you manage to slur out, risking a glance up at his face through the mirror. he slows down, more grinding into you than thrusting. 'I know, hun, I know you don't wanna be bad... you just need some help. yeah, sugar?' he coos, 's'okay, i've gotcha,' he leans back over you, belly firmly against your whole back, his chin resting on your shoulder. in the reflection you watch his hand come up to cradle your chin again, his fingers dig into the fat of your cheeks and squish your lips apart, just barely. your gaze darts between his hooded, almost predatory eyes and your glossy ones. the overwhelming nature of it all makes you feel like you're about to start tearing up. 'there... now you don't have to worry your empty little brain about anything else' his low voice vibrates in your ear. he's so everywhere. he's on you, his voice rings in your head, all you can smell is him. all you can think is him. a little line of drool escapes your parted lips but of course you don't notice. you're looking at yourself, but your poor brain is just melted into mush while he pummels you to his hearts content.

[kylestfs]

Dynamic

In a city of millions, two men—Ryan and Jason—lived completely separate lives, their paths never meant to cross.

Until tonight.

Bored, they each scrolled through their phones, searching for something (or someone) to pass the time. That’s when they both found it.

A strange, unnamed app, sitting deep in the app store. No description. No reviews. No history. Just a sleek, pulsing chat bubble icon with a single prompt after installation:

*Start Chat*

Neither of them hesitated.

They clicked.

Their screens went black for a moment before loading a simple chat window. A single message appeared at the top.

— You are now connected. Say hi! —

Ryan, stretched across his bed, thumbed at his screen. The chat had connected him with a random guy.

Whatever. He had nothing better to do.

Ryan: Hey. Who’s this?

Across the city, Jason blinked at the message. Who the hell was this?

Jason: idk, just found this app. You?

Ryan: Same. Looks kinda sketch ngl

Jason: Yeah lol. Guess we’re both bored af

Simple. Casual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except for the pull.

Neither of them noticed at first, but the moment they exchanged words, something shifted.

Something had taken hold.

Ryan absently rubbed his fingertips together. His skin felt… softer.

The air in his room seemed warmer, heavier against his body. His shirt, loose before, now draped differently over his torso. His waist felt tighter, his frame subtly shrinking in on itself.

He shifted against his mattress. Something about the way his body rested felt off.

No—not off. Different.

Ryan: Lol yeah… kinda fun tho~

Wait.

His eyes widened slightly. Why had he typed that? That tilde at the end—he never texted like that. It was… cutesy. Flirty.

A faint pink dusted his cheeks.

His softer, rounder cheeks.

Meanwhile, Jason tilted his head at the message.

Something about it made his gut tighten. No—not tighten. Expand.

A slow, rippling sensation spread through his torso, a warmth settling into his shoulders, chest, and arms.

His grip on his phone felt stronger.

He flexed his fingers, watching the tendons shift beneath his skin. His palm looked different.

Larger. Thicker. Rougher.

His lips curled into a small smirk. He typed without thinking.

Jason: Yeah, guess it’s not so bad. Ur kinda funny lol

The moment he hit send—

Crack.

Jason inhaled sharply as his spine lengthened. A sudden heat surged through his body, muscle knitting together, growing denser, stronger. His once lean frame stretched, broadening, his shoulders pushing outward with a slow, satisfying pressure.

He rolled them instinctively, feeling the unfamiliar weight of his new build. His chest felt heavier, his pecs firmer, fuller. His biceps bulged slightly as he shifted, his veins subtly rising beneath his skin.

His scent was changing too.

The faint, neutral smell of his room was being overpowered by something else. Something thicker, muskier.

Something his.

Ryan’s breath hitched as he read Jason’s text.

“Ur kinda funny lol.”

It wasn’t even that flirty, but why did it make his stomach flutter?

His fingers trembled slightly as he typed back.

Ryan: Omg shut uppp lol ur teasing me~

The moment he sent it—

His waist cinched inward.

His stomach flattened, growing softer, smoother. His hips pressed outward, the bones shifting beneath his skin, forming an alluring, delicate curve.

His legs stretched slightly, but instead of gaining size, they slenderized.

His thighs—once average—became soft, plush, and bony.

His calves slimmed, his ankles narrowing into dainty, elegant proportions. His fingers flexed, and he gasped.

They were smaller.

More delicate.

A faint, involuntary giggle bubbled up from his throat.

His higher, sweeter, softer throat.

Jason exhaled through his nose, stretching his newly broadened body.

His arms felt heavy with strength. His hands—now massive compared to before—flexed against his thighs, gripping the fabric of his sweats.

A warm dampness clung beneath his arms, his natural musk intensifying. He reeked.

And he loved it.

A cocky grin spread across his face.

Jason: Lmao, what, you like it when I tease?

Ryan shuddered. His plush thighs squeezed together. His ass twitched.

His soft, round, plump ass.

Jason leaned back, rolling his shoulders. His chest stretched against his shirt, the fabric clinging to the new thickness of his pecs.

His scent was unmistakable now—deep, raw, masculine, and honestly really smelly.

His armpits—warm, slightly damp—radiated a rich, musky funk. His feet, once average-sized, had grown huge, the soles pressing against the floor with a newfound weight.

His socks, discarded nearby, were stained with sweat, the scent thick and heady in the air.

Jason: Lol bet you’d love burying your face in my pits rn huh?

Ryan’s breath hitched.

His body trembled.

A deep, unfamiliar need coiled in his gut. His thighs clenched instinctively, his ass wiggling against the bed.

His lips parted slightly, his pinker, softer lips.

A whimper slipped out.

His hgher, needier whimper.

His mind felt hazy.

Ryan: Omg wtf why would u say that!!!

Jason: Lmao, you love it.

Ryan whined.

He did.

He fucking did.

Jason was complete.

His massive frame, his thick, dominant scent, his cocky, fuckboy energy—he was the epitome of a top.

His feet huge and sweaty. His pits ripe and musky. His voice deep and commanding.

And Ryan?

Ryan was his.

A tiny, blushing, submissive, needy bottom.

His soft, round ass—perfectly made for his top. His body, delicate, built to be claimed. His mind, rewired to crave Jason’s dominance, his scent, his filth

They had started as strangers.

Now, they were something else.

they only had memories of being a couple for a year.

— two days later—

Jason was all Ryan could think about now—his sweaty frame, his overpowering musk, his deep, arrogant voice.

His scent.

His filth.

A whimper slipped from Ryan’s lips. His pinker, fuller lips. His stomach twisted with hunger.

Ryan: omg jason…

Jason smirked at the message, stretching his broad, muscular arms above his head, his damp armpits airing out. He let out a long, lazy exhale, flexing his thick biceps.

His body felt heavy, powerful, dominant.

Ryan was wrapped around his finger.

Jason : Lmao what

Ryan’s thighs clenched.

His soft, dainty fingers hovered over the keyboard. His heart pounded.

He knew what he wanted.

He needed it.

But saying it outright—admitting it—felt so shameless.

Still, his body was betraying him.

His fingers moved.

Ryan: can u…

He hesitated

A soft whimper left his lips as he wiggled against his bed.

Ryan: c-can u send me… a video… of ur fart again?

Jason blinked.

Jason: Lmao, again?

Ryan covered his blushing, soft face. His cheeks burned

His tiny, needy, giggly body squirmed.

Ryan: pls babe?

Jason chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

His short, unkempt hair was messy, sweaty, sticking up in places.

He didn’t think much about it.

In fact, he didn’t think much about anything.

Not his scent. Not his filth. Not the way his boxers clung to his sweaty skin, or how his feet were practically marinating in his old socks.

He just existed.

And he smelled like himself.

Jason: sure i guess, babe

He barely gave it a second thought as he shifted, spreading his legs slightly. He leaned back, pressing into the bed, his massive, sweaty frame sinking into the mattress.

He lifted his thick ass cheek slightly and—

PPPPPFFFRRRRTTTTT

A long, wet, lazy fart rumbled out of him, vibrating against the fabric of his stretched-out, sweaty boxers.

The scent hit him instantly.

Jason: Lmao, that one was loud af.

Ryan shuddered. His eyes were wide, trembling, desperate.

His plump thighs rubbed together, his body overheated with need. The need to smell it.

He had to know.

He had to hear it.

Ryan: how did it smell?

Jason raised an eyebrow.

Smell?

What smell? He didn’t smell at all, right ?

He gave a casual shrug, completely oblivious to the dense, suffocating funk that now lingered in the air around him.

Jason: idk, just normal I guess?

Ryan let out a needy whimper, his fingers gripping the sheets.

Jason: Wait… U really like this huh?

Ryan’s heart pounded. His soft chest rose and fell rapidly.

He couldn’t deny it.

He was hooked. Obsessed.

Jason stretched again, his thick, sweaty muscles flexing. A cocky smirk played at his lips.

Jason: Alright then, say it.

Ryan blinked.

Ryan: s-say what?

Jason grinned.

Jason: Tell me how much u want me.

Ryan whined.

His body burned with humiliation, excitement, and deep, desperate need.

He wanted Jason to own him.

And he would admit it.

There was no escaping it now.

——————-

Ryan :

Jason :

[transfem-breeder]

Let’s make a trade

I get to not shower after working out

You get sweaty stinky girl balls to huff and lick

[ohgodshutit]

real not clickbait

[sumplysilly]

They're killing him with hammers in 10 minutes!

[thegoodmorningman]

Good Morning!!! I have a hard time believing Monday could ever be this cute.