I read your story about the three guys merged into one. I was interested in the story about the cousin that likes to stretch. Is there a story about that?
I like playing around with stretchy themes (usually mixed in with merging) a lot! There's not a standalone story for the cousin you mentioned (from Layers Pt. I), but just off the dome I've definitely incorporated stretch and other such goofy themes in stories like Becoming an American (an oldie but goodie from my GrowingGuys days), Safe Sex (an inanimate theme with stretchiness mixed in!), It's Nice to be Naughty (a Christmas themed one I did for @thegreatstoryteller's Christmas swap one year! There's stretch involved, but it's mostly just all kinds of kinky body horror shit), Layers Pt. II (a follow up-VERY rare for me!-to the one you mentioned with more stretchiness involved), Kink Suit (a love letter to all my leather/latex/rubber daddies out there), and last but certainly not least, the fan favorite Sauna Shenanigans (one I swear I'm gonna pick up again eventually, I just need to find the right dudes in saunas pics lol).
But yeah, you're in the right place if you're looking for someone also interested in playful/kinky/adventurous/goofy body horror stretchy shenanigans 🤪
First of all, it’s a pleasure to no longer be shadow banned 💕 I’m gonna be way more cautious moving forward with the pics I chose to use, but I don’t plan on trimming down the written content at all. Y’all will just have to use your imaginations~~
Second of all, this is my story for @thegreatstoryteller ‘s story exchange! I was paired with @nikos63 for this, so I hope he especially likes it :) In true transformhim fashion, I missed the deadline to post this because the story got out of control and went WAY longer than I anticipated... I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself... but I hope it’s worth the wait :)
I’ll do my damndest to get a NYE story out to y’all, but no promises lol
Prompt: inanimate tf, nonfatal vore, body swaps, muscle theft, size differences, hypnosis. Roommate shrinks/transforms you for stealing his clothes.
I did my best to hit all of the prompt points, plus I threw in a little bit of my own ;) lmk what y’all think!
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Another year, another holiday season where Felix was trapped in his city due to the pandemic. He was really looking forward to getting together with his family again, but his nephews were asthmatic and his only remaining, aging grandmother had a history of respiratory issues and he just couldn’t stomach the idea of exposing his family to the virus.
He said a small, angry ‘thank you kindly’ to all of the dipshits who would rather listen to pea brained conspiracy theorists and the nonsense that their uncles shared on social media than listen to the consensus of the entire professional medical community. That simply getting a lifesaving jab could put all of this behind us. But no, he knew the only way we’d get out of the pandemic is when the basement dwelling conspiracy theorists and the meathead podcast hosts who fancied themselves health experts decided that they would drop the act and finally tell their drooling audiences to do something simple and selfless that they should’ve done months ago. But Felix wasn’t holding out hope.
At least this year he wouldn’t be alone. After the holiday season last year, Felix was laid off from his job and had to take on 2 lower-paying jobs to make up for his lost income, but it still wasn’t enough. So, he took on a roommate, Chris.
Chris was a tech worker who could work from home for his job, which seemed to be a perfect fit because all he ever did was stay at home. He was nerdy and shy, not really interested in going out or making new friends, seemingly intentionally steering clear of relationships, and boney as hell. Were it not for the takeout meals he constantly got, Felix would swear he didn’t eat at all. One thing about him though was that he guaranteed Felix 2 or 3 days to himself every month.
See, every month like clockwork Chris would announce that he was going out for a couple of days but that he’d be back. Felix always assumed it was because of a camping trip tradition he had with his friends or a self-mandated mini-vacation, or something like that, he didn’t really bother to ask questions.
And why should he?! It was a guaranteed free few days to hang around the house, do whatever, invite whomever over, or just hang around in the nude like he loved. He missed that kind of freedom, but having a roommate took away.
What he never bothered to notice was that Chris’s trips always corresponded with a full moon. What he also didn’t notice was that Christmas fell on a full moon this year. What he also also didn’t know was that the growing pandemic, in perhaps it most crushing blow, would force Chris to stay home for the holidays, too.
———
“Hey… um, y-you got a sec?”
Chris spoke up from behind Felix as he sat on the couch playing his PS5. He had his feet propped up and a bowl of popcorn resting against his thigh on the couch. Felix heard Chris’s voice and paused his game, pulling his headset back from his ear and cocking his head back.
“Mm? What was that?”
“I-I asked if you had a sec.”
“I got a few now,” Felix chuckled, adjusting his position so that he faced Chris. “What’s up?”
Chris couldn’t help but look at the way the fabric in Felix’s shorts stretched back and cupped his bulge as he sat on the couch and his readjustment had only made it more pronounced. He also adored the very slight definition his body had—enough to give him an athletic shape and with enough curves so that his clothes hugged his body in all the right places... ‘Not now, dude,’ he thought, ‘keep it together, not now, just breathe, don’t lose control, don’t—‘
“I, uhm..” he cleared his throat. “I thought I’d be going s-somewhere for… y’know, but uh, arrangements fell through and it turns out I can’t go, so uhhh... I think I’m staying... staying here for the next few days.”
“Oh!” Felix remarked with surprise. He was only a little disappointed, he hoped he’d at least get the holidays alone. “That’s no problem. Me too, actually. We’ll have a nice holiday together, though!”
“Well, maybe not,” he added awkwardly. “I don’t want to be too much in your hair and I... have my own stuff to deal with... so I’m gonna be in my room for the next few days.”
“You—Wait, you don’t have to—..”
“No no no no, it’s fine! It’s not about feeling in your way or anything, I just really have to take care of some important business over the next few days. I have food and water and everything, so I’m good. Just please promise me something?”
“Uuuhhhh… Sure, what’s up?” Felix was surprised at all of this cryptic talk. Chris had always been a man of few words and super direct.
“Please, please don’t go in my room the next few days.” He asked this with genuine earnestness and desperation in his voice. “You may find that you want to at some point, but just trust me that I’ll be fine in there... and that I would really, really appreciate the privacy.”
Felix was taken aback a moment. He wasn’t sure he’d ever even stepped foot into Chris’s room and he for damn sure wasn’t gonna start now. “Sure, man, that’s no problem!”
Chris breathed a heavy sigh of relief, “Thanks man. Really, thank you so much… Alright, well.. I’ll see you in a few days?”
“Yeah, terrific. Take it easy in there,” Felix chuckled, turning back to his game.
“Thanks… I will.”
Chris turned and walked back to his room, turning to look at Felix one last time as he played his game and admiring his curvy physique and appreciating his candor, and closed the door softly.
———
Christmas Eve
Felix had the next 3 days off and he intended to use them playing video games, eating junk food, making calls, and working out. He’d started a regimen at the beginning of the pandemic and he stuck by it with fidelity. He could now see some pretty decent definition when he flexed in front of a mirror and could now bounce his pecs, much to his utter delight. He’d always found that so sexy, guys bouncing their tits, and he intended to show them off one the pandemic was over… IF it’s ever over.
He figured he’d start the day doing laundry. He gathered his clothes and brought them to the w/d behind the kitchen. As he loaded his own clothes, he noticed some of Chris’s in a hamper off to the side that he hadn’t yet washed. He tossed them in with his own load and started the cycle. He figured he’d wash, dry, and fold for his timid roommate just to spread the love. A little roomie act of kindness. ‘Tis the season.
He let the clothes go through their wash cycle then went to the park across the street to jog and do body exercises. It was cold as shit, but he had to do what he had to do to maintain his growing physique. Thankfully there were very little people in the park and he could be as tough in his exercise as he wanted to be. He did some body weight exercises that his personal trainer friend had taught him a few months back and moved onto some mixed cardio/weightlifting exercises he’d learned in a few pre-pandemic crossfit classes. By the end of it, he had a decent pump and—much to his amusement—his sweat was steaming off his skin in the stingingly chilly air.
He jogged back to his place and was pleased to hear that the washer was no longer spinning and that he could smell the soapy aroma. As he stepped further into the house, he noticed that the pleasant smell was something more than just his detergent. It was sweet but also earthy and musky, like something primal. He moved his clothes from the washer to the dryer, sniffing his clothes to be sure it wasn’t just his imagination, and went to investigate the source of the mystery smell while his clothes tumbled around and clanked inside the machine.
He scoured the apartment pretty thoroughly and worked his way back to his room to see if he’d left some food in there. Passing in front of Chris’s room, he noticed that the smell was quite pronounced. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say that Chris’s room was the source of the smell. Something that only half-registered in his mind was the airflow in the apartment standing in front of the door. If he were paying any attention to his senses, he would’ve been able to tell that cool air was passing by his rank, sweat-soggy shoes, sweeping past his feet and into the Chris’s room. Moments later, a warm, damp gust of air swept out of the room by his feet, pumping more of the smell into the apartment. A more attentive mind could swear that Chris’s room—or someone (or something) inside of Chris’s room—was breathing, and much heavier too once Felix was in front of the door.
Felix reasoned the Chris must’ve ordered some pretty gnarly takeout while he was at the park exercising. But that didn’t account for the faint scent of body odor lingering in the air. That also didn’t account for the temperature change in the house. Felix and Chris were keeping it pretty warm because of the frigid air outside, but not at the level it was currently standing. He could swear it was nearing 78 degrees in the apartment, and that’s just not energy efficient! It was a damp, humid, almost tropical heat. Felix just shrugged it off and went to his room to shower. He figured that part of the problem could’ve been his general exhaustion after his exercise and the body odor he was expelling on his own.
Once he had sufficiently cleaned himself and dried off all of the excess water dripping off his body, Felix lumbered over to his bed, neglecting to dress himself, and dropped down onto it, falling into a deep slumber.
———
It had been a while since Felix had dreamed so vividly.
In his dream, Felix was awakened by a soft, beckoning voice in the distance.
“…lllliiiiixxxxxx…”
He listened more intently upon awakening.
“….Ffffeeeeeellliiiiixxxxx!….”
He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eye, “Hello?”
“Ffeelliiiixxx…. come heeeeeerree, brooo…”
“Who—Who the fuck is that?” he asked with slight worry. People generally aren’t fans of unfamiliar, disembodied voices echoing through their homes, and Felix was no exception.
“Yooouuuu knoooww, duuuddee! Come ooooonnnn. Come sssseeeeeeee meeeee…”
It sounded ethereal, otherworldly. If he were a smarter person, Felix would know that he was dreaming, but something about the voice was drawing him in.
He stepped out into the hall, looking around the apartment for any sign of anyone and saw nothing. Well, not nothing. His eyes landed on Chris’s door, and something was definitely... off.
Chris’s door was slowly, steadily buckling in and out, in and out, the wood of the door creaking and groaning as it did, making the door appear as though it was actually, unmistakably breathing.
“Come heeeeeerrreee, Feeelliiixxx…. I wannnaaaa taaaaallk, buddyyyyy…”
The voice was definitely coming from behind Chris’s door, but it didn’t sound like Chris at all. It was a deep, sensuous, carnal, almost animalistic voice. Felix stepped in front of the door, just then noticing that he was still in his birthday suit and standing mere inches from the pulsating door.
“W-What… What do you want?” Felix tried to feign tough confidence.
“I wannnaaa givvvee yooouu your Chrissssttmassss giffttt, baaabbbyyyy…”
“B-But… But Chris says to keep the door closed. He-He said…. He said don’t go in…”
“But you waaaaaaanntt to, riiiiiiggghhhtt?”
Felix didn’t realize it until that moment but his hand was on the doorknob. It was as though his body was acting on its own accord, eager to be part of whatever was happening even if his mind still had its reservations about what was going on behind the doorknob. Plus his own knob was drooling sticky globs of pre onto the floor. When he looked down at the floor, he was shocked to watch his droplets of pre being sucked up underneath the door by some unseen force.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a tongue lap against his palm.
He retracted his hand away from the doorknob with a gasp and a curse and saw that the rounded brass knob had transformed into a wet, grinning mouth, complete with pillowy, lush lips. It grinned with pearly white teeth and licked its lips.
“Yoouuurrreeee taaassstteyy, broooo…. Got soommethinnngg elseeee I cannn taaassttee?”
Without warning, the tongue shot out of the mouth and coiled itself around Felix’s cock, its warm, writhing sponginess massaging his shaft. As he recoiled in shock, it began to slowly retract back into the grinning mouth, pulling Felix and his member towards it. When it was within reach, the mouth eagerly stretched forward and took all of Felix in, from tip to root, and began to expertly suck and tease his cock.
Felix threw his head back in exhilarated bliss, completely thrown off by the turn in events but not exactly backing away from it. As it sucked, the mouth made exaggerated sucking sounds and slobbered huge quantities of drool all over Felix’s shaft and onto the floor.
“MMMmmmmmmm, that’sssss one yummmyyyy cock, broooo... Peerrrrfeecctt for breeeeding, peerrfecctt for dickinggggg me doowwwwnn, duuuuuuuddeee...” The disconnected voice spoke from behind the door again, no longer attached to the mouth-knob. The mouth-knob, as it slurped on Felix, simply uttered a bunch of passionate moans and slobbers.
Felix was in heaven, he actually even started bucking his hips against the mouth. He plunged his cock in and out until his pubes brushed against the eager mouth, feeding his shaft through until it would’ve been easily on the other side of the door. He felt no emptiness on the other side of the door though, simply a deep stretched tunnel of warm, wet, fleshy walls. He was in such abject bliss that the thought that he was fucking a door didn’t even cross his mind.
He spent a few more minutes fucking the entrance to his roommate’s room, some sensuous disembodied voice drunkenly encouraging him and praising his anatomy from the other side until he finally felt himself nearing completion. He gripped onto both sides of the door jamb and picked up the pace. His breath quickened and quickened and quickened until....
———
Felix shot up in bed with heavy gasps, his skin shiny and damp with sweat, his sheets darkened with moisture. Judging by the low light outside it seemed like he napped for way longer than he intended to.
He yawned and stretched, shaking his head awake. “Fuck, what a dream,” he said to himself, scratching his head. He noticed that he was still naked from his shower and saw his rigid cock pointing straight up. He could swear that the last time he had a dream so vivid and so electric was easily in early high school. It was nice to know he still had it in him, but he was still baffled by what brought it on.
He was also baffled by the heat pervading the home, feeling substantially warmer than it did when he crashed.
He plucked a pair of briefs out of his drawers and put them on, stuffing his rod to the side. He put on a tank top, which contributed to the heat, so he ditched it and decided to venture through the apartment in just his briefs. It wasn’t like Chris was going coming out of his room any time soon, busy with whatever the fuck he’s doing in there.
Entering the hallway, he felt like he walked into a wall of heat and the smell from earlier had intensified drastically. He wiped the sweat off his face and looked at the thermostat.
86°F, Jesus Fucking Christ. He went to adjust it down to 68, but it was already set there. He furrowed his brow and still lowered it another 4 degrees.
Something caught his eye down the hallway, making his jaw instantly drop and his heart rate climb.
The doorknob for Chris’s room was completely soaked in thick, white jizz, globules of it dangling down from the knob like snotty stalactites, a small puddle of the droppings splattered on the floor below.
He could also swear he hear a deep, devilish, playful chuckle emanating from far behind the door.
Felix swallowed dryly and sidled around the door and the mess like it was pit of venomous snakes, quickly making his way to the kitchen to grab a wet rag. What the fuck is going on around here? he thought to himself exasperated.
———
Felix made quick work of cleaning the mess and the door, being as quiet as he could to not disturb Chris… or whatever was behind the door. A part of him was morbidly, anxiously curious to check inside, but another part of him wanted to stay clear away from it, if not for the sake of Chris’s privacy then for the sake of his own safety.
He decided to preoccupy himself with chores to get his mind off it. The dryer cycle had finished during his nap and so he moved all of the clothes into his hamper and brought them into his room, promising himself to fold them later and leave Chris’s articles outside of his room. Then he prepared himself a frozen pasta meal. Nothing says ‘home for the holidays’ on a Christmas Eve quite like a bag of processed, flash frozen pasta that tastes like plastic once it’s cooked.
Once he’d finished, he plopped down on the couch, his sweaty body sticking to the leather, and tried to occupy his mind with video games instead of whatever could be in the apartment with him. Try as he did, his mind couldn’t escape thinking about it.
As he played and snow began to fall outside, he reeled over the day’s occurrences in his mind. He couldn’t, wouldn’t accept the notion that what transpired in his dream actually happened. Things like that just don’t happen. No, it’s impossible. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how detailed his sensory recollection was about the experience. He could remember the sound the mouth made as it slobbered his knob, he could remember the sound of the voice in his head, he could even remember the feeling of the inside of the mouth against his cock. Honestly, it was better than anything he’d gotten from any of the guys or girls he’d been with. What’s more, he couldn’t exactly ignore the motherfucking jizz plastering the door, for crying out loud.
Over the next few hours playing, the smell in the apartment further intensified and the air, though not getting warmer, seemed to become stickier and more humid. Felix spent some time calling family members wishing them Happy Holidays as he click-clacked away on his controller, dividing his attention between his video games and his calls. The early morning hours were nearing and Felix figured it was time to ignore his racing mind and try to get some shut-eye.
He shut off all of the lights in the apartment except for the hallway containing his and Chris’s rooms. He stopped in front of Chris’s room, knowing he should just ignore his thoughts and go to bed, but unable to stop himself. He had to know if what happened was legit.
He gingerly reached out and put a finger up against the front of the doorknob and swirled it around, unsure of what he was trying to do but doing his best to coax something out. Nothing. He wrapped his hand around the metal knob. Still, nothing.
He listened closely for any sign of movement behind the door. Hearing none, he sighed and pulled his stiffening cock out of the waistband and gingerly pressed his spongy head against the front of the knob, shivering at the cold sensation upon touching. He kept it there for several seconds. Nothing.
He then grew frustrated. How the fuck does something like a doorknob end up coated in jizz? It just. doesn’t. happen. Maybe it was like a ‘while you’re not looking’ sort of thing? He shrugged and hooked a thumb in his waistband behind him and lowered his briefs below his plump ass. He turned around, spreading his cheeks apart with his hand, and pressed his ass against the knob.
He stood facing the opposite wall waiting. He couldn’t believe the circumstance he found himself in and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Here he was, bare ass against his roommate’s door, expecting some magical mouth to form against the door to, what, eat his ass out? Ridiculous... He reached down to start pulling his pants up, beginning to back away from the door.
Before his cheeks left the doorknob, Felix gasped sharply as he felt a thick, writhing tongue plunge into his asshole, traveling up and up and up into his guts, sliding over his prostate and swirling around. Simultaneously, impossibly, another tongue seemed to materialize and lick up and around his hole while the other one plunged deeper and deeper into him.
Felix writhed against the door, holding onto the door jambs as he leaned against the sensation, but quickly shocked himself out of it, pushing himself away from the door and groaning loudly as he felt the thick tongue slide out of his hole.
He quickly spun around to see for himself in his awakened state the same thing he saw earlier while he was dreaming. Or… while he thought he was dreaming. Frustrated and annoyed, his jaw dropped.
Fucking. Nothing.
The doorknob was just as it had always been, no discernible changes could be seen. He reached out and gripped it, perhaps jostling the knob a little too loudly.
But still, nothing.
He was beginning to think he was actually going crazy. In fact he was certain he was going crazy. As he tried to make sense of it, he felt a cool sensation between his crack. He reached behind into his briefs, wiped the cool liquid off, and brought it up to his face.
His hand was covered in saliva, sticky and slimy, and he could feel more of it seeping out of his hole.
A deep, unmistakable chuckle then erupted from directly behind the door. Felix jumped with a shout and ran into his room, shutting the door behind him and locking it.
…
Felix tossed and turned uneasily for a while, unable to force himself to go to sleep. He’d stripped down to his bare skin, thanks to the humid heat pervading the apartment, and was laying under his top sheet, his comforter kicked to the floor. He considered just leaving the apartment and going to a hotel, but he knew that their availability would be incredibly low, and if there even were rooms available they would be expensive as fuck thanks to the holiday season.
With a huff, he rolled over and opened his nightstand, opening a pill bottle and popping a few melatonin capsules into his mouth and swallowing them dry. A little chemical assistance never hurt anybody.
Against all odds and the nagging reminder that something... something weird was unfolding in his home, Felix eventually drifted to sleep.
———
“Felix..”
Felix groaned and shifted under the sheets.
“Felix! Hey, dude, wake up..”
Felix groaned again and opened his eyes. He took in a sharp inhale when he saw through the darkness that someone was in his room. There was very little light coming into his room from outside, but thanks to the reflections off the snowfall, the room was partially illuminated. He made out the figure at the foot of his bed and began to associate the familiar voice he heard with his roommate.
“Chris?… What th—What time is it?” He grumbled and turned over to look at the clock. 3:40 AM. He rubbed his eyes with his palms and yawned, “Chris, what are you doing in here?”
“Look, I’m sorry, I just think... Dude, I think there’s someone in the apartment. I’ve been hearing some weird shit outside of my room, whispery shit.” Chris hissed in hushed tones, taking a few steps towards the bed.
Felix furrowed his brow and cocked his head. “Outside of your room?”
“Yeah... W-.. Wait, have you been hearing it too?!” Chris whispered excitedly.
“I—..” Felix wasn’t sure how to answer. “W-Well.. Yeah, I—I think some stuff has been going on. What d—?”
Chris hurriedly moved to the side of Felix’s bed and sat down on the edge of his bed. “Oh, thank god..” he huffed. For a second as he moved, Felix thought that he could make out Chris’s appearance, and it didn’t look to him like Chris was wearing anything. No matter, he thought. It was probably the excessive heat in the apartment that was getting to him, too. “I thought I was going insane..”
“Dude, you’re not alone…” Felix groaned, stretching under the sheet. “So what sh—..”
He noticed that Chris was looking down at him and he followed Chris’s eyes to get a good look at his own massive boner pointing straight upwards and tenting the extremely thin top sheet obscenely, even outlining some of the veins on his shaft. One could almost make out the slit on his cock head from how thin it was.
“Sh-Shit, man, I’m sorry, you know how it is when you wake up…”
“It’s no problem, dude,” he was no longer whispering. “It’s your room… But dude, are you wearing anything under there?” he asked with a chuckle.
“U-Uuhhh, uhhmm…” Felix laughed. “N-No! You feel how hot it is in here?!”
Chris chuckled in response, “Oh, I feel it,” he reached down and wrapped a hand around Felix’s thick shaft over his sheet, prompting Felix to gasp sharply.
“Dude! What—..”
“Fuck, you’re hard!” Chris giggled. “You sure are a stallion!”
“Th-Thanks... Bu—..”
“I’ve got eyes for you, you know?” Chris began to stroke upwards, feeling Felix’s foreskin slide up with his hand and back down. Up and down. A darkened, wet spot on the sheet began to spread across the tip of his shaft.
Felix took in a shuddering inhale, “Eye—Eyes for me?”
“Yeah, bro. You’re hot as shit,” Chris responded matter-of-factly as Felix began to moan and writhe against Chris’s touch. “You’re stacked, you’re gorgeous, you’re sweet… You’re like a model, man,” Chris began to rub his thumb under the tip of Felix’s cock, sending bolts of electricity through him.
“Oh my god…” Felix shuddered.
“Can I kiss you, bro?”
Felix had his eyes tightened closed as he writhed and moaned on his bed and could only manage a firm nodding of his head. Chris grinned and leaned in, planting his mouth over Felix’s. Felix reciprocated and welcomed Chris’s tongue into his mouth as he explored Chris’s with his own. Chris brought a hands up to Felix’s face and rested a palm against his cheek and squeezed Felix’s pecs with the other, kissing him deeply and passionately. Felix reached down to start tugging Chris off, but his eyes opened when he reached Chris’s crotch.
It felt like Chris’s lower body was becoming slick, maleable, and slimy, and his hand felt like it was grabbing onto stretchy, fleshy jelly.
Chris chuckled with a grin, his mouth still planted on Felix’s, his entire body beginning to sweat a kind of slick, slimy lubricant.
Felix’s eyes shot open as he felt Chris’s tongue slither longer and plunged down his throat.
Felix began to utter muffled, frantic whines as Chris’s tongue plunged deeper into him, feeling it begin to coil in his stomach. Chris chuckled and repositioned himself on top of Felix. He grinded against Felix’s hard body as his own began to stretch and distort. He giggled and pushed his head harder into Felix’s face, making his eyes widen like dinner plates—almost as much as his mouth had widened—as Chris’s head plunged into his mouth, feeling Chris’s straight, dark hair become wet and soggy with Felix’s saliva.
Chris began to push harder into Felix, his shoulders squeezing and contracting as his body fed further in. Something flipped in Felix at that moment. His own body took over and started to swallow involuntarily. His eyes looked crazed and confused as he began sucking and swallowing, not on his own volition, as Chris sank deeper and deeper into his body. His stomach was beginning to swell and bulge comically as it was being filled, and the process was beginning to pick up speed. Once Chris’s ass had passed through his lips, the legs began to suck up into him like he was eating up pasta.
As Chris’s feet slipped inside of him with a noisy slurp, Felix took in frantic, panic gasps of air. He attempted to sit up but could only go so far as his massive, swollen, lumpy belly got in the way. He took quick, heavy breaths, prodding his gut and trying to move around the mass, when suddenly he shot back down to the bed with a sharp, churning pain.
He groaned loudly as he felt Chris moving around inside of him. He watched with intense worry as outlines of arms, legs, hands and feet began to move around under his skin, moving to their proper spots in his own body. He clenched his teeth as he felt Chris’s arms and legs move through him and push their ways into his respective limbs. His rounded belly was beginning to flatten again, but he didn’t know what the hell could be next.
“Oh fuck, ohgodohgodohgodohgod…” Felix groaned as he watched a mass begin to travel from his stomach, up to his chest, and up to his neck. He tossed and turned his head as the mass formed a sizable lump in his throat, slowly working its way to his head. He clenched his teeth and groaned as he felt the mass begin to force its way to into his head until he felt and heard a dull, cracking *pop!* and took heavy breaths afterwards, feeling as though it was finally over.
Felix wanted to get up and look at himself, see if there was any noticeable damage to his body. He tried to turn over and get off his bed, but his body would not respond. He tried sitting up, moving his hands, turning his head, anything, but he was completely immobilized. As he began to panic, worried he might be paralyzed, something... unexpected happened.
Felix’s arms lifted up and twisted in front of himself, and his head turned to look at each of them, each part of his body seemingly moving on its own. He arms then began to flex as his hands moved to feel his bulging muscle.
“Ooohh, fuck yeah,” his voice came out of his mouth without his control. He felt completely out of control of his own self. In fact, he was completely out of control of his own self.
“Dude, you’re like a walking wet dream,” his voice continued in a deep moan, his hands moving down to his pecs to squeeze and massage them.
Felix then felt his body shift on its own and swung his legs off his bed. He watched through his eyes as a passenger as he stood up and moved to his floor length mirror. As he stood looking at his nude body grinning at itself and looking down at his blossoming beefy bod, he began to realize his invading roommate was now in control.
“You’re at your fuckin’ prime, man!” Chris mumbled impressed and mesmerized as he ran his hands over Felix’s body, feeling every curvature and firm mound and watching himself brick up. He flexed his arms again and grinned, looking right into his eyes in the mirror, knowing this was Chris looking into himself, into Felix. He let his arms drop to the side, his cock bobbing stiffly in front of him.
“Y’want me to show you how great it can be to know me?” Felix’s body asked himself with a cheeky grin. “Watch this.”
Felix watched in disbelief as his eyes went slack with arousal and his arms curled up again in a flex. His body groaned and blew exhilarated puffs of air between pursed lips as his arms tensed. The muscles under his skin began to further harden and swell, their sinewy striations coming into sharp focus and his skin audibly tightening over his growing muscles. They kept swelling and swelling, rising larger and harder as he moaned out breathy “Fuck yeah”s. Soon, he had arms that would rival a seasoned body builder.
“Pretty fuckin’ sweet, huh?” He chuckled drunkenly. He looked down at himself, noticing how funny he looked with his massive arms and a disproportionally smaller body. “Don’t worry, bro, I’ll even you out.”
He flexed his upper body and torso in alternating procession as his back, shoulders, and chest broadened, making room for the absurd amount of meat Chris was about to stack on. He threw his head back in a giggling groan as his pecs jiggled and bounced, flexing and unflexing as they swelled thicker and larger, growing Felix’s pecs—his point of pride—into an obscenely thick, gorgeous muscle tits. His body began to sweat more heavily as his shoulders rolled, rounded, and bursted huge and as his back cracked, sending cords of muscle stretching down the expanse of his stretching bod. His body tightened in his core and Chris bunched up his fist, pounding it against his torso, as his abs popped into hard relief on his increasingly sculpted torso.
His reached behind himself in a groan as he took rough handfuls of Felix’s ass into his palms and squeezed, rubbing his hands over his cheeks and feeling them bulge larger underneath his grip. His ass became firmer, rounded, and heavier under Chris’s influence, and Felix had to admit that he loved the feeling of the new weight of his backside. Hell, he had to admit that he was loving everything that was happening!
Chris let out a breathy chuckle, apparently sensing Felix’s enjoyment. He kicked his legs out in front of him, twisting them around and flexing them, giggling as he watched Felix’s thighs thicken and jostle around with their larger size and weight, flexing them again to see how large the muscle underneath could swell. His calves tightened and pulsed larger, expanding and lengthening into the powerful legs of a professional athlete. His toes curled tightly and the arch of his foot flexed upwards and extended longer and wider as he unflexed, taking him from a size 12 to a size 16 as he watched his toes wiggle and stretch longer.
Chris grinned widely and looked back up into his reflection. He pivoted on his hips, twisting his body around and looking at Felix’s substantially larger body. He stood perhaps a foot and a half taller than he was, and nearly twice as wide, and Felix felt a wave of pride, lust, and frenzied horniness sweep over him as he looked at the gift he’d been given.
Chris grinned at his reflection, once again looking deeply into his roommate’s eyes, “I’m glad you like that, Felix. What do you say we put the cherry on top?” He grinned and spit a watery helping of saliva into his massive hand and slid it down to his stiff cock, sliding his foreskin up and down and coaxing Felix’s tool into its peak length and hardness. He brought his other hand down and squeezed his nuts, massaging them in his hand and tugging them, feeling the dull throbbing pain of his balls being manhandled and loving it.
Chris’s breathing began to quicken as he pumped with more fervor. Felix knew what was coming before it even happened, but seeing what came next gave him an impossible rush of lust. He and his hijacked body grinned widely as he watched his shaft lurch longer and longer and longer, tugging further outward by Chris’s slow, deliberate strokes. As it lengthened, Chris moved a thumb over the cock head and appeared to plug the slit. As he did, Felix felt a dull pressure building in his genitals as Chris moaned long and deeply as the base of his cock suddenly doubled in thickness. The increased size then began to work its way down his shaft, slowly swelling it to coke-can-thickness, from root to head, it’s weight beginning to make the skin pull away from his waist. As his cock head slowly bloomed to the size of a fist, the slit inadvertently swallowing Felix’s thumb at the end. Chris freed his thumb with a squelching *pop* and licked the excessive pre off the tip, and continued working Felix’s cock. As if worried to show off before it was ‘ready,’ Chris began to slowly, cautiously bring his other hand away from Felix’s nut sack, leaving his boys to dangle heavily. Felix could’ve laughed out loud, the sight was too good to be true. Swinging between his legs was a fleshy sack looking like it was stuffed with tennis balls, all behind a foot long, veiny, uncut hog, drooling one thick stringy glob of pre down to the floor.
“How’s that for a fuckin’ bod, my guy?” Chris asked in Felix’s deep voice with a cocky grin, holding his weighty cock up and bringing an arm up to flex and burying his face in Felix’s pits, licking, sucking, and sniffing on Felix’s dense bushy pit hair. Felix savored every sensation he felt as a passenger in his own body, enjoying himself as someone else did the busy work of sending orgasmic waves of pleasure through his body.
Chris worked Felix’s cock expertly, squeezing himself all over and groaning lustfully at his reflection. “I think we can make you… a little… bit… BIGGER, yeah?” He grunted as Felix saw and felt his muscles strain even tighter against his skin while his frame began to rise higher than the mirror. The floorboards underneath him began to groan and creak as his weight steadily increased. He flexed with grunting intensity as Felix’s body rose higher and higher, spreading wider and wider, becoming heavier and heavier under his influence. Sweat dripped off his body like he’d just emerged from a pool and he started to take stumbling steps backwards, making his way towards the bed while maintaining eye contact with himself, showing Felix his power and how fucking massive he could make him.
He collapsed on Felix’s bed behind him with a loud, sharp *crack* of the wooden frame, making the room shudder, and continued to pump his cock while flexing in front of the mirror. He licked Felix’s lips thirstily as he watched his cock lurch longer and longer, stretching its way towards his face in his sitting position. His balls rolled off the bed and knocked swinging against the edge of the bed as he continued to beat Felix’s meet. When the head drew close, he opened Felix’s mouth and stuck out his tongue, plentiful and huge drips of drool dropping off his lips and tongue.
The massive, warm, spongy head passed between Felix’s lips and he began licking and sucking like he was trying to coax a life saving mana out of his nuts. His mouth and throat widened larger to accommodate the huge size, and he was finally able to let go of the shaft, having swallowed enough of it for it to remain in his mouth hands-free. Chris took a few deep breaths as Felix savored the taste of his own inhumanly huge cock in his mouth.
Slowly, Chris began rocking Felix’s hips up and down in his sitting position, flexing his ass and engaging his core muscles. He moaned loudly at the sensation and picked up with more fervor, passionately fucking his own mouth with his cock. He used his free hands to massage Felix’s nuts and squeeze his massive meaty muscles, groaning loudly between deep breaths and giggles and muffled exclamations.
As his pace ramped up with athletic, passionate hip thrusts, Felix could feel himself getting close to completion. Judging by the new size of his swinging balls, he was worried he could easily drown himself with the sheer volume he’d be able to produce now, but he was too lost in the heat to care. Chris made eye contact with Felix though his eyes one last time and gave a winking grin before gripping the edge of the bed and bucking ferociously. After a few more moments, Felix’s body let loose.
Felix could feel his hot, creamy jizz rocket down his throat at a breakneck speed and at a firehouse volume. Chris used his body to swallow as deeply and as quickly as he could, easily downing a quart in a matter of seconds and then some. As he felt his belly begin to bulge and swim with his seed, Chris finally dislodged his horse cock from his throat with a gagging cough and continued to buck his hips wildly into the air, buckets and buckets of jizz still gushing out of him. Chris groaned loudly and pinched and twisted Felix’s sensitive nipples as he bucked, letting Felix’s warm ejaculate shower down on him and the bed.
“This w-was fu-fuckin’ FUN, man!!” Chris moaned with a heavy laugh as he continued to unload all over Felix and his bed. “C-come—FFUUCCK—come s-see me l-l-l-laaaatterr, brooooo!!”
Felix then felt himself jolt back into control of his body, continuing to unload all over himself but feeling his body begin collapse into itself. His muscles audibly began to lose size and his extended limbs and body parts began to crack and shrink back into him as he continued to jizz all over himself like he was pissing. The only thing that still seemed to be growing were his cock and balls. Well, not growing, but appearing to fill up with something. His continuous steam of cum suddenly stopped as it felt like something began to clog his cock. He focused his efforts on his cock and began to push, feeling and watching a sizable mass slide though his shaft, until…
A meaty, muscular arm coated completely in his jizz shot out of Felix’s cock, stretching and flexing, followed soon by another arm of the same size. The sensation was utterly, indescribably orgasmic for Felix, but he felt like his mind was beginning to snap. Both arms roughly took hold of his knees and began to pull as Felix felt and watched an even larger mass begin to slide through his shaft.
Moments later, a jizz-soaked dark head of hair slid out of his shaft, shaking his soggy hair and slinging cum everywhere, sputtering gargled and intense laughter as it’s body builder-sized shoulders and back slid out after it. Felix then completely blacked out.
———
Christmas Day
The late afternoon sky was beginning to turn golden on that Christmas day by the time Felix shot up in bed with an intense, gasping inhale. He looked around his bed and down at himself, pawing at his body to check its size and making sure he was feeling everything as himself and not someone else. He… He thought, if any of that had happened… Well, frankly, he would be sitting in a bog of his own jizz. He was certain he—or something inside of him—had painted almost the entire room white and that he had grown to the size of a fantasy of a Tom of Finland character’s fantasy.
But everything was as it should be. Nothing was coated in jizz, and his body was still his slightly-above-average-but-not-impossibly-huge size (much to his chagrin). Well, he was still lying in a sweaty swamp in his bed thanks to the hellish heat pervading the apartment, but that was an issue that persisted in both his awake and dreaming states.
This was getting out of hand, Felix knew. It wasn’t ordinary for his dreams to be this vivid, much less this motherfucking hot. What in the hell had been happening in his apartment recently?! He was sure he didn’t know the answer. But one thing was for goddamn sure: he was going to figure it out before he fell asleep again, before—
Felix froze as he started to get out of bed. Just as he was about to put his feet on the floor, he almost stepped in someone’s footprint.
Someone’s much, much bigger footprint...
A footprint that looked like it was left in drying, jellified cum...
And looking ahead, he could see that it had matching footprints of equal size, moving from his bed to his door.
Felix swallowed dryly. This… This couldn’t be happening.
He stumbled out of bed, reaching blindly into his clean clothes hamper for a pair of underwear and putting them on before heading into the hallway, not daring to take his eyes away from the footprints in fear that they might disappear if he did.
He moved into the hallway, stepping around the footprints, and followed them to where they led, already knowing full well where they were leading.
They stopped at the entrance to Chris’s room. The doorknob, yet again, was coated in spunk, but more like a messy hand had grabbed it, not as though someone—*cough* someone—had spooged all over it.
Enough was enough, Felix knew. He turned the knob and stepped inside, immediately feeling the increased warmth inside of the room, feeling as though he’d just walked into a humid, tropical jungle.
The room was dark and damp. The air was still but somehow felt as though it was vibrating. Lying on the bed, seemingly passed out, was a hunky bod. He froze in place for a second after spotting it, but moved forward towards the edge of the bed, feeling as though the warmth was increasing as he approached.
He leaned over the body to get a better look at it. He could feel it’s deep breathing from far away… But upon closer inspection, it wasn’t just his breath Felix was feeling, but something else too. It looked and felt as though his entire body was breathing. His skin would puff up and his muscles would swell on the inhale, and on the exhale warm air rushed out of every pore, laced with his intoxicating musk and pheromones that could drive the most stoic man sex-crazy. It’s effect was immediately felt by Felix, his cock boning hard and his desire to just jump onto bed with the man and lick his sweat off his skin increasing.
He was close enough now to make out the face of the man. He studied it for half a second and gasped with realization. He was bigger, no doubt about that, his neck, his chest, his arms, his torso, his thighs, his height, his.. well, everything, but it was still unmistakably him.
“Chris?!”
His eyes shot open and he immediately flashed a grin, “Heeeeeeeyyy, buddy!” He stretched awake, his arms and legs flexing as he extended his body, giving Felix a full frontal view of the muscle bound Adonis his roommate had become.
In his stretch, he exposed his bushy, fragrant pits and crotch, sending swirling, heavy plumes of his musk and pheromones into the air. Felix inhaled deeply as his senses caught wind of it and his inhibitions immediately melted away. He boned up completely in front of his roommate, not at all caring that he saw. In fact, his jaw went slack and he began openly tugging at himself as he stood over him.
“What’s up, Chris?” Felix asked with a smirk, working his cock.
“Looks like you are, stud,” Chris purred, his own tool stiffly shifting with his movements as he laid on the bed. “Merry Christmas, Felix.”
“Yeah, man, you too,” Felix grinned.
Chris watched Felix ogle over his body and began to make his muscle groups swell larger for his horny roommate. “You like how big I am, bro?” Felix just nodded with a grin. “I thought you might. How’s about we give you a closer look?”
Chris stretched his arms up to Felix, making him jump slightly as his arms wrapped around… and around and around and around Felix, his skin and muscles stretching impossibly longer to wrap around Felix like a snake. He pulled Felix down to the bed wrapped in his arms, both of them giggling, and the two locked in a passionate, deep kiss. Felix let Chris explore his mouth and throat with his lips and lengthening tongue as Chris began to wrap his thick, firm, stretchy legs around Felix’s lower half, their hard cocks grinding hard against each other. Chris disconnected from Felix’s mouth, both of them panting heavily as Chris grinned down and drooled all over Felix’s face.
“You like it when I have fun with my body, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Felix responded with a moaning grin, enraptured by Chris’s influence.
“You like it when I have fun with your body, too, don’t you?”
“Oh, you know I do,” Felix breathed excitedly.
Chris huffed an orgasmic laugh, looking down between their bodies and taking in a strong inhale before putting on a tough guy demeanor. “I can see that you’re taking my clothes, man..”
“Huh?…” Felix moaned drunkenly. He looked down and saw that huge underwear he’d grabbed weren’t actually his, but his roommate’s. He’d thought they were tighter than his usual briefs when he put them on, but the size of his briefs was the last thing he was worried about. “Uhh, yeeeaaahhh,” he smiled dumbly and guiltily.
“You wanna be that close to me, huh?” Chris’s arms and legs tightened around Felix, his hard muscles pressing firmly into Felix’s body.
“Yeah, I guess I do, dude…”
“You’ve been naughty, haven’t you? You think you should be punished for being such a dirty thief, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, man, teach me a lesson!” Felix groaned loudly, lost in throes of ecstasy.
Chris giggled, “I intend to.”
Chris’s limbs quickly unraveled around Felix and lifted him further up the bed, throwing him back onto the mattress and pouncing onto his lower body like a feral animal. He scooped Felix’s meat out of his underwear and immediately went to work on it. Felix threw his head back in a moan as Chris sucked him like a pro. Felix ran his hands through Chris’s sweaty hair and began to feel a tightness all over his body. Expecting a rerun of the night before, Felix giggled as Chris began to grow larger and larger and larger on top of him as he laid on the bed watching. Except…
No, he wasn’t growing larger… Felix was becoming smaller. He panicked a little as he shrank smaller and smaller, drawing closer to Chris’s mouth. Chris slurped down Felix’s legs as he shrunk while Felix grabbed onto his hair to stop himself from being eaten. Looking eye to eye now with Chris’s hungry face as he slurped forcefully, Chris gave him a sly wink and then lifted his head back, bringing Felix up with him, and fed Felix into his mouth with his long tongue, swallowing with a satisfied sigh. He coughed a little and then fed his hand into his mouth, reaching down into his throat almost up to his elbow and pulled out his underwear, soggy and slimy with his own saliva, and flung it wetly across the room with a laugh. He rolled over and began to massage his gut.
As Felix sank further down into Chris’s guts, he had a feeling that this was it, he’d never see the light of day again. But his body began to stretch strangely between the warm, wet, throbbing, writhing walls of Chris’s insides. He felt like someone had gripped his tiny upper body in a giant hand, and cupped his tiny lower body into another giant palm. His arms were forced to his sides and his legs were curled up underneath him, as some unseen force began tugging his upper body further upwards. It started out slowly but quickly picked up in pace as his body was extended longer and longer, though he could also feel himself becoming thicker. His neck began to expand as wide as his shoulders while his torso and chest swelled into a uniform thickness. His body felt more and more stiff, yet slightly flexible, as veins worked their way up his abs and chest. His eyes tightened closed while his mouth yawned open and moved to the middle of his face as his legs fused into rubbery, wrinkly orbs. With a final shudder, Felix’s body went suddenly still, though he could feel every sensation on the surface of his new skin, if you could even call it skin. He wished he could see from the inside of Chris’s guts so he could see what he’d been worked into…
Chris’s stomach gurgled and churned as he rubbed it and writhed all over his bed. He could feel that the shifting inside of his stomach had subsided and rolled over to release his roommate. He coughed a few times and reached into his mouth and slightly down his throat, pulling out a glittery and coal-colored, massive dildo, 13 inches long and 7 inches around. He turned it over with in his hands and ran his palm up and down the length of it, feeling the seemingly synthetic material contract and flex under his touch.
He grinned, “So you like that, huh?” He squeezed the coal-colored tool and the head of the dildo pulsed and leaked out a drool of lubricant from its tip. He giggled, “Naughty color for a naughty boy.”
Chris sighed and rolled over, wrapping his hand around the shaft and pumping up and down, coaxing more lube out. Now properly slick, Chris lifted his legs behind his head and guided the tip of the dildo towards his puckering hole.
Felix watched his approach and couldn’t help but stretch towards Chris’s hole anxiously. As his roommate/dildo finished stretching towards his hole on his own, Chris gasped as he felt the tip pop into his hole and let go of the shaft, allowing it to settle into his ass on its own. Chris brought his meaty arms behind him and gripped the headboard, keeping his thick legs in the air behind him and his bubbly ass spread and writhed groaning as he felt his roommate/dildo begin to work its magic.
Felix had no other desire than to fuck Chris hole deep and good. His body pushed in and out, in and out, flexing, writhing, contracting, pulsing, throbbing, pumping. He loved the feeling of Chris’s warm, slick walls enveloping his body and he thrusted his body harder into him to make sure he knew exactly how much he loved it.
He could hear Chris moaning from inside of him and could feel and hear the knocking on the bed against the wall behind it as he topped Chris from the inside. Felix could feel his body begin to swell, not like he’d been doing throughout the fucking but like something else entirely was about to happen. He picked up the pace and thrusted harder and harder, feeling the swelling increasing as it worked its way up his body. Once it got to his head, Felix had the overwhelming sensation that he was about to fire into Chris and knew exactly from where it was coming. His mouth widened open and he could feel a warm, intense gushing firing out of his mouth at a strong velocity.
“AAAAAUUUUUURRGGGHHH FFFFFFUUUUUUCCKK…” Chris groaned loudly as he felt his guts flood with warm, thick seed. Felix kept unloading inside of him, forcing as much out of him as he could, not realizing as his form began to slowly deflate. Chris could feel him loosing thickness and reached down, sliding him out of his hole as he continued to unload. Chris brought him to his mouth and sucked out what remained until Felix laid in his palms, limp, deflated, breathing quickly and heavily, and passed out. Chris put his roommate on his heaving barrel chest and leaned back on his bed, panting.
———
FUCK, he’d had his fun with Felix over the past few days. He obviously didn’t intend to, but he couldn’t help that the guy he’d been crushing over since he moved in was spending several days locked in with him while he was going through… well, let’s call it his ‘monthly moment.’
Maybe he had too much fun, though. Felix had gone through all manner of shenanigans this weekend, but it had taken a toll, for sure, as evidenced by his shrunken and passed out roommate, laying across his chest at 8 inches tall. He intended to set him back to himself, sure, and definitely wipe his mind to make sure none of what happened could be remembered moving forward...
But Felix deserved more than that.
Hell, Felix even really enjoyed the treatment throughout the last few days. Maybe he was cut out for this kind of life. Maybe he was the perfect match. Maybe it was a little more than coincidence that brought them together as roommates in the first place. Felix and he, it turns out, could make a perfect pair.
Knowing he was about to change the course of Felix’s life got Chris monumentally hard. Felix was clearly a natural at this kind of kinky shit, so who knows what the two of them could get into in the future! He couldn’t say that he’d ever finished into anyone before, but he was incredibly excited to make Felix his first. Fucking hell, what a Christmas gift, for he and Felix both!
Chris lifted Felix off his chest and moved him down to his hard cock. He opened Felix’s mouth with his thumb and index finger and placed it on the tip of his shaft. He then moved Felix’s face downwards onto his cock, stretching out his mouth, throat, and face as he went, sliding Felix onto his cock like a human condom. He then began to pump, rolling his head around, tugging his balls, flexing his chest and arms as he pumped, feeling the inside of Felix become slicker and juicier.
For the first time in eons, Chris threw his head back and yelled a primal, otherworldly roar as he dumped a massive load into Felix. Felix began to fill up larger and larger and larger, his shriveled, weak arms and legs lurching outwards and swelling thick and firm. His body inflated back to its usual height and shape as he was filled up by the torrent unleashing from Chris. Chris thrusted deeper and deeper into Felix’s throat as he grew back to normal. He gasped softly as the last of his spunk emptied into Felix.
With Felix now back to his normal self, Chris slid his cock out of his mouth and gingerly patted the side of his face with his palm. He couldn’t help but giggle, imagining Felix as one of those expandable foam toys... ‘The Amazing Grow Your Own Boyfriend, remove from capsule, just add cum!’ Leaving Felix on his bed, Chris stood and lumbered out of his bedroom, going to the kitchen to fetch a snack, allowing his lover to adjust to his new reality.
Meanwhile, as dusk began to settle on Christmas night, Felix’s body emitted deep churning and grumbling sounds and his skin began to bubble and quake. His body broke out in sweat and convulsions as Chris’s excess spooge spattered out of his mouth in churning belches. His skin and muscles flexed, swelled, shrunk, tightened, untightened, shifted, and twitched as his body continued to thrash. Felix was undergoing a change seldom experienced by any mortal creature, and when he came out the other end, he wouldn’t experience a single other thing as a mortal creature.
———
The Next Morning
Felix awakened with a jolt again, seeing that the morning light was leaking through the windows, and quickly surveyed the unfamiliar room he was in. He pieced together that it was Chris’s room with dawning realization that all of it—everything from the past few days—had actually happened.
He looked over in the bed he was lying in, seeing Chris watching him awaken with patience and slight worry.
“I guess I should explain,” Chris sighed, scratching the back of his head.
Felix yawned and sat up, feeling the familiarity of his frame and weight in his movements. He grinned at Chris, “You sure you don’t want to blow me up like a balloon before you do?” The two of them laughed at the joke, glad the awkward air had dissipated. “No? Swallow me whole? Shove your body into mine? Wrap around me like a snake?”
Chris took a heavy, embarrassed inhale and chuckled out an exhale, “I—.. I guess I got pretty carried away,” he turned his gaze away. “To be fair, I did ask for you to stay out of my room.”
“Oh, I did!” Felix laughed. “It was you who left your room! Must’ve wanted this dick so bad that you turned your doorknob into your mouth and sucked me off with it!”
Chris looked back with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, huffing out a disbelieving laugh, “I did that?!”
“Yeah, man, you did,” Felix chuckled. “Wouldn’t mind it if you did it again, if we’re being honest…”
Chris bit his lip as he felt his cock fatten. Fuck, he loved how open and adventurous Felix turned out to be. “Perhaps later,” he grinned. “But first, the truth.”
“Hit me,” Felix sighed satisfyingly, leaning back.
“Okay... You know about incubus?”
“Sure. ‘Drive,’ ‘Wish You Were Here’...”
Chris giggled, “Nah, nah, like... Y’know, like... Feeds off desire, comes to you in sleep, inciting of fantasies...”
Felix cocked his head back, “... Like sex vampire shit? Demons of fucking? Those kinds of legends?”
“Well... That’s a cruder definition than I’d use, but... Sure.”
“Yeeeaaahhh, so what about—..”
Chris sagged his head to the side, telling Felix to get the picture with his eyes. Felix furrowed his brow. Chris grinned and shrugged. Felix’s jaw went slack. Chris chuckled and buried his face in his shoulder. Felix slowly sat back up, adding things together in his mind.
“Noooo fuuuckin’ shiiiiiit...”
Chris shrugged with a smiling sigh, “Ages and ages and ages ago, I knew someone.. Well, *chuckles* more than knew him, y’know, and well... He,” Chris rolled his hands in front of him in an explanatory fashion, “Turned me.”
Felix nodded, actually understanding and believing all he was hearing. I mean, who wouldn’t believe after the past few days he’d had?
“To survive, people like me, we need to feed. You get what I’m saying? I’m not eating anyone—well, parts of them... substances from them, in particular,” he winked at Felix, who immediately understood where he was coming from, his balls feeling rather depleted from the last few days. “But not their bodies, y’know. And it only happens—“
“—Monthly.” Felix finished, nodding with dawning understanding, realizing what’s preoccupied Chris during those 2-3 day absences every month.
“There you go,” Chris grinned at him with appreciation, impressed at how quickly he was catching on. “Full moons, specifically.”
“Well... That’s awesome, man!” Felix beamed. “I mean, you can tell how much I enjoyed it, I can only hope you felt the same!”
“Oh, I did! I really, really did,” Chris said, swallowing before he brought up the next part. “Which... Helps me explain my next part.”
Felix cocked his head.
“You and I? I can say with utmost confidence that I have... Never felt the connection that I have with you these last few days.”
“Thanks, man... Me too—”
“You’re a fountain of energy, you have a stronger desire, deeper fantasies, sharper stamina, fucking delicious... I can’t get enough of you, you’re too much to waste.”
Felix blushed and leaned into Chris playfully.
“And so you won’t. Be wasted, I mean.”
Felix looked deeper into Chris’s eyes.
“Felix, man, I turned you... Like someone turned me.”
Felix’s jaw dropped and his heart jumped. A devilish grin spread across his face, “Dude...”
“You’re not mad? You don’t feel... I don’t know, bad about it? I-I promise I’ll show you the ropes, w-we can go feeding together, we can obviously p-practice together, I’ll give you tips a-and—..”
“This is the best thing you could’ve ever done to me, full stop,” Felix cooed as he leaned in to kiss Chris deeply.
Chris reciprocated and leaned into the kiss, pressing against Felix with his own and grinding bodies against each other. Felix brought an arm up to flex as they kissed and held it tensed in the air. It bursted larger with increased size as Chris’s limbs began to wrap around and around and around and around Felix, while Felix flexed other muscle groups and willed them to grow to inhuman levels. With Felix now the size of a pro body builder, Chris pressed his head against Felix’s and forced his consciousness into his body while Felix’s passed into Chris’s, swapping bodies with one another.
They smiled at each other from the other’s bodies and continued their lovemaking, exploring the bounds of possibility and pleasure with one other as the day drew on and the moon hung large in the sky.
“Give me that bottle.” Uncle Arturo ordered in his new, bro voice.
Javier handed him the bottle of water and Uncle Arturo took several chugs of it and then dumped the rest over himself, rolling his shoulders forward, cracking his neck.
“These gringos aren’t adapted for this type of climate.” He said wiping off his brow and rubbing the cold liquid all over his built physique.
Javier was planning on moving to America to start a new life, but he had been arrested a few times in his home country of Mexico on some bullshit trespassing charges. Too many rich white people were buying up land for their massive vacation homes, and wandering one of his favorite childhood beaches quickly became wandering around “someone else’s ‘private’ beach.” Honestly, is there anything dumber than the concept of a “private beach?” It’s land connected to the ocean, for fuck’s sake. Plus, coming into America was a pain in the ass because of Customs and Border Patrol. Lucky for him, it turned out his Uncle Arturo had a more permanent solution; all you need is his special pills and an American. Uncle Arturo had picked up this particular one at a spring break resort. They had lured him to their home, promising him that he’d get some free pussy at our place. Americans love exploiting Mexico, for vacations, for drugs, for our culture, and especially for our women. Uncle Arturo gave him the little black pill promising it would make him fuck like a god, and of course he took it greedily, but it wasn’t long before he was just an empty husk. Moments later, Uncle Arturo had slipped on the American boy and seemed to be picking up all of the mannerisms and memories of the boy within the minutes following.
“Isn’t it hot in there?” Javier asked.
“There’s no ‘in there,’ I’m him now,” Uncle Arturo answered.
“Wait, so you’re completely American? Him?”
“As much American as this boy is… er, was.”
“So I get the pills, too?”
“Well, you get two pills, one for you and one for him, so don’t fuck this up,” you could always trust Uncle Arturo to tell you exactly how it is. “I’ll get back to his vacation group at the resort. I’ll meet you where we agreed in a week. Remember: BE CAREFUL at the border. Those gringo cabrónes are so on edge all the time, always anxious to pull a trigger. Just be compliant and get one of the Americans alone. Got it?”
“Got it, tío.”
Arturo, or Arturo in his new American jock body, handed Javier the little black pill, they exchanged a hug goodbye and some words of good luck, then Arturo started jogging back to the resort while Javier started preparing his journey.
———
Javier sat on a folding chair near the wall of the Border Patrol office trailer while the buff American patrolman shuffled his papers. Javier was studying his impressive arms as he looked down at the papers. This guy was definitely older than Uncle Arturo’s American, but only maybe by a few years. Probably in his late 20’s, he guess-timated. He looked damn good, though, and he better have been since Javier was going to be him in a few moments. Javier was no slouch, he had taken care of his body pretty damn well all his life, and he hoped whomever he became spent as much time on theirs as he had his.
“Officer Frank Taylor, kid. And you are… Ja-vare? Like Les Mis?” the officer began with a chuckle.
“Javier.” Javier corrected, rolling his eyes.
“Javier. Not that it matters. Bottom line is you’re going back where you came from. No America. You understand? Comprende?” he butchered the last word in a comically southern American dialect.
“I speak English, gringo.”
“I see. Well, you’re also going to get some charges for trying to enter illegally. Some more stains you can add to your… colorful record.”
Javier sighed, “I guess it was worth trying.”
“What, just walking in?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t the best choice, I guess. Overconfidence. Just a side effect.”
Officer Taylor looked up, “Side effect? Of what?”
Javier smirked. ‘Gotcha,’ he thought. This guy looked like a recreational user. “Just some stuff my uncle gave me.”
“Oh yeah? What’s the name?”
“No name, just good stuff. Makes you feel like a god. When I was walking up to the border, I felt like I was 50 feet tall, like I could just step over the fence. It boosts your confidence or whatever. It just makes you just want to pump some iron, you know what I mean?” he flexed his impressive arms in display, adding to his already impressive performance. “Plus, it gives you a crazy sex drive.”
Officer Taylor was noticeably intrigued, “You don’t say... You, uh… Um… Do you have any on you?”
Javier did his best to hide his excitement. He had this guy wrapped around his little finger, “Yeah, man, just one.”
“Typical Mexicans… y’all are like a walking drug store.”
Javier winced at the insult. No matter, the guy would be a husk in a moment. He produced the little black pill from his pocket, “Yeah, man. Hey, if you like it, just tell your friends. It’ll give it a head on the market.”
Officer Taylor took it from his hand, “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. But I’m keeping your information. You may have just gotten yourself an American pay pig.” He popped it in his mouth.
“Sure, man. How you feeling?”
Officer Taylor stood there for a moment, not really feeling much of anything. Suddenly his eyes widened and he stumbled back on his two feet, as if shocked by a sudden rush in his anatomy. He was holding his head, “Aw, man, a little woozy. A bit hot.”
“Yeah, uh, it’s the energy kicking in. You feel pumped yet?”
“I’m feeling something,” Officer Taylor was unbuttoning his shirt and flinging it off, pulling his undershirt away from his body repeatedly to fan himself, and stumbling around a bit.
“50 feet tall, right? Like I said. Man, you look it. You look fuckin’ jacked.” Javier stood up and approached him. “Check out those pecs! They look like their bursting. And your fuckin’ arms, man...” He groped Officer Taylor all over, his body already beginning to feel more malleable and empty.
“Yeah, man, I feel like a giant. You like those fuckin’ pecs, fence hopper?” He started bouncing his pecs for Javier. “Oh, man, the fuck did you give me? It’s so hot… so hot…” Officer Taylor was wiping his forehead. He started talking off his pants. His thick cock sprung through the slit in his boxers, pointing erect and pink and angry at Javier, “Oh, fuck! Hahaha! Look at that! I guess you’re right about the sex drive! Hahahaha!” he slurred drunkenly.
“Woah, man, relax a bit.” Javier urged, not really sure if he did want Officer Taylor to relax a bit. This was hot as shit.
Officer Taylor giggled and collapsed into Javier in a hug, who stumbled back feeling the weight of the officer against him and his thick, massive erection poking hard against his abs. He dropped Officer Taylor with a thud, who landed on the floor in a giggly moan. He felt himself all over, pushing his meaty fingers into a quickly emptying body. He took a deep breath and exhaled for a very long time. It seemed as though all of the air in his body was leaving. He still had a faint breath. Javier knew what to do.
Repeating what he saw Uncle Arturo perform a few days earlier, Javier disrobed all of his clothes and took his pill. He immediately felt the effects and stumbled a little bit himself, but not as dramatically as Officer Taylor. He felt like rubber, super malleable, compressible, and flexible. He—oh fuck, he was like rubber! He pulled an arm back and it bend backwards at the elbow, as if his joints didn’t matter. He giggled and did the same with his fingers. He twisted his upper body powerfully left and right and made his upper body twist at his hips way past what was humanly possible. He brought a hand up to his head and started twisting it, and it pivoted around and around his head like a corkscrew. ‘I must look like that freaky bitch from that demon movie,’ he thought with a chuckle. He wanted to fool around some more with this new ability, but he knew that time was of the essence and that someone would come to check on the two of them sooner or later.
He didn’t have to worry about cameras, fuckers like Officer Taylor always preferred that rooms like this lacked any camera so they could rough people up as much as they wanted to without worrying about complaints from the higher ups. He moved over to Officer Taylor’s body and kicked it with his bare foot. It gave in a bit, as though it were empty of any bones and organs. Javier sat down over his head, straddling the top of the officer’s head with his groin. He was hard as a rock at this point and took advantage of his rubber body one last time. He gripped onto his hardened shaft and yanked, watching it stretch out impossibly long, thinning as it went. He giggled like a a child discovering a new hobby. After his arm was fully extended, he let go—bad choice—as his hardened, stretched out cock snapped back and slapped with a fleshy snapping sound against his groin at full force. He groaned and gripped onto his pulverized balls in pain. He massaged them back to life, cursing himself for being so ridiculous. He played with his sack a little bit, stretching out his scrotum and watching his nuts hang impossibly low with fascination. Alright, enough fooling around.
He repositioned himself over Officer Taylor, straddling his head. He remembered watching Arturo just... dip his hand into the tourist’s mouth and it opened up like a sleeping back. He shrugged and did the same with Officer Taylor. His lips widened and stretched as though his face were made out of super stretchy elastic, and then fed the tip of his feet in. He felt minor suction and again remembered what Arturo did. He pinched Officer Taylor’s nose and Javier took a deep breath. Immediately, the powerful suction from within officer Taylor’s began and he felt himself being drawn into his mouth. Slowly, Javier’s feet were sucked in, then after he was past his ankles, his legs and torso were sucked in as though covered in oil. As Javier was fed into the officer’s mouth, he could see the officer’s feet vibrating to life, like something was filling them up like a sack of water. He wiggled his toes and saw that the officer’s feet wiggled the same way. It was like his body was elongating to match the officer’s size. More importantly, it was working. Javier could feel himself getting hard again at the sight of him being sucked into the officer. Once his erect member passed though the officer’s expanding mouth, he could feel it filling into the cop’s member. Damn, this white boy was packing! His cock felt thicker and longer than his own by a mile, and he by no means had a little dick. Once he was up to his own toned chest, he let go of the officer’s nose and fed his arms into the tight opening, immediately feeling the rush of power with the officer’s huge arms. He could feel his neck sliding in and took a deep breath as the officer’s mouth closed in around his head on his own mouth. It was all blackness as he could feel the features of his head expanding and reshaping, as his body felt like it was undergoing the last of the expanding into the shape of the officer’s body. He last felt like if he were to climb out of the body right now, he would have the exact shape and size of Officer Taylor—a yummy shape and size indeed.
He felt like he was going to black out from holding his breath when he sharply inhaled, opening his eyes, seeing his new heaving chest in the lower periphery of his vision. He stood up, stumbling a little bit with his new height and weight, looking over and flexing his new body. It really worked! Not that he hadn’t already seen it firsthand, but he’d never done something like this before.
He knew he had to act fast to cover himself. He picked up his button down, wrapped it around his fist, and punched the window against the wall of the portable, shattering the glass. He grabbed a shard and reached around to stab himself in the back—not enough to do real damage, but enough to be convincing—and screamed at the pain, and collapsed on the floor for his performance as the other officers charged though the door asking what was wrong.
“The hell kinda mess did you get yourself in, Taylor?” asked an older, paunchier border patrol officer.
“He fought like hell! Tore my goddamn shirt off me! Fuck, the kid broke the window and got away! I tried grabbing him but he shanked me before I could. He was doped up on some performance enhancing drugs, he told me. Dirty fuckin’ fence hopper...” Javier—or rather Frank Taylor now—felt weird saying such an insulting thing but he had to be convincing.
“Drugs or not, we’re supposed to be prepared for this kinda shit, Taylor. You know that’s gonna be a suspension for you. Boys,” he called out to the men outside, “get the ATVs and see if you can catch that Mexican delinquent fucker,” the older man ordered. “Clean yourself up, Taylor.” He walked away with revulsion.
‘Aaaand scene!’ Javier thought with a slight smile. He fucking did it. He was an American now.
———
He was right; Frank was suspended without pay for two weeks. But that didn’t matter; he was going to be quitting that fascist fucking shit heap job before he would be able to come back anyways. Maybe he’d go to school, like he always wanted. Find something to do with engineering, since he always had a knack for solving problems and tinkering with machinery. Wouldn’t be an issue paying for it, either. He could definitely strip on the side with a body like this, get paid some damn good money, too.
Frank/Javier got in his truck, noticed that there was a smelly gym back sitting in the backseat, and decided ‘Why not?’ and drove to the gym in Texas, USA, channeling Frank’s memories. He lifted some iron—and more than he ever had before, goddamn this white boy’s got beef—and gave himself a nice pump. He went to the showers and jacked off for the first time with another man’s equipment, feeling powerful, reborn, and hung like a horse, it was irresistible. People stared and groaned at his display, but he didn’t give a shit. He felt and looked like a god among men. Once he was out, he opened Frank Taylor’s phone, downloaded a hookup app, and snapped a picture. Maybe he’d get to break in this body—cock and asshole—before meeting up with his uncle.
