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[tparker48]

decided to make a roadmap for the requests currently being worked on. this includes merged requests, as well as individual. as when the last of the prompt is approaching, I shall update the next batch of request in the roadmap, and pin it to the top of the blog.

In the meantime, this is the latest roadmap:

Merge 1:

Begging here. I’d love a story with two cocky straight men, maybe competetive coworkers or neighbors. One mind controls the other into getting hooked on HIS farts. Despite the nasty smell and the degradation he becomes almost like a drug addict and falls lower and lower below his former buddy just to earn more time sniffing his asshole.

A tiny couple( both male) are forced to move in with a giant jock. The giant at first tries to be careful around the two. But after living together for a while the giant gets jealousy of the happy couple. He soon has enough and makes the two tinies his pets. Shoving them in his underwear one in front with his cock and the other with his cock. The two tinies must now survive apart from each other.

For the ending I can't decide between three so I'll let you choose

1. The Two tinies are forced to sell his musk/farts for a while, soon becoming addicted to the giant and worship him forgetting about the other tiny.

2. The giant gets turned on by their wiggling and starts jerking off shoving the two into his ass and cock -Cock and anal vore

3. The two try to escape the giant and are found by another one who shoves them in his underwear, starting another adventure for the two.

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Request: Thomas the Riopix

(nekojishi) You know with him being evil, I would love to see the scene where the other 3 confront him but it plays out differently with liaos getting best boi likulau to kill the gremlin but likulau's way of ending him is gassy anal vore with lots of disposal, unwilling prey and fatal and liao is very much into watching it and while he wouldn't admit it lin hu is a bit aroused too, which may be could lead to a part 2 with liao getting gassy anal vored too but he would be willing and it would be endo for him is that okay with you? If you don't remember much of it could be a good idea to rewatch a let's play of that ending

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Merge 2:

A small mute dude who’s mouth is basically always open because reasons like tries to prank his quarterback friend because of that new meme thing that skibidi toilet thing. Somehow he gets it to work by putting himself in the toilet and his head is kinda out. Too bad the prank goes wrong as when his quarterback friend comes in just to take a regular old dump, since the dude is so small his friend doesn’t see him or look at the toilet at all and sits down the small dudes mouth right where his friends asshole is and is going to be the receptacle of all his shit, the quarterback is just having a regular old dump not suspecting a thing as he pushes giant logs into his friends mouth. Now since the small dude is mute he can’t do anything as his hands are stuck and can’t speak and now has to be shat and pissed on.

If I could have an ask for you to do it would be this one.

A short stack dude sneaks into a frat party and accidentally ended up in the room where all of the frat guys would be in he hides in a statue with its mouth open and accidentally broke it off, he replaces it by hiding in the statue and keeps his mouth open thing to not show any suspicion . As the jocks drink and fart and whatever they do of course they need to go to pee. But as they try to door it doesn’t open they call a friend and says they’ll be there but it will be a while. The head jock noticed the statue in and says that mouth looks just like a place to piss and the other jocks agree as of course they are drunk. The shorter guy has to no watch as the first jock walks up and pulls down his pants to show his cock, the tiny can’t do anything as the jock sticks his cock in the his mouth and has to drink the piss, then the others. They keep drinking and pissing until their friend arrives at that point they’re already fine just pissing and don’t care.

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Request: Baranchik3

I like that story so much so I imagined a sequel where father, son and son's gf are going to holidays.

They have enough money to pick a good hotel but living in dad's nuts is so fun and comfortable!

So Eis and his girl doesn't book a room for themselves. They prefer accomodation with a dad in single bed hotel room.

They have completely different daily routines. Keven wakes up early every day and goes swimming in his tight Speedo. Then he has breakfast. At this time, the young continue to sleep inside of him.

They wake up when he returns to the room and only then get out and start their day of fun, parties and nightclubs. Late at night they come, pull down the musky underwear of the sleeping father and climb into their “room”.

The idea of semi-public cockvore dynamic is turning me on. Keven swimming Ina tight speedo where his testicles are visible and no one around is aware that he's hiding two adults in there.

It's fun to think if dad found a date during the holidays who's knows about his secret and likes this dirty kinky secret

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Merge 3:

HII! if/when you get the chance, what about a story about a giant and tiny college roommates where the giant comes back from a party drunk and horny and ends up using the tiny to get off and it ends with CV and the tiny in his sack much to ths tinies dismay. when the giant wakes up the next morning it takes him a bit (like maybe when his in the showet washing up) to realize where his tiny roommate is but decides he likes the feeling of him there PLUS he knows he's safe so he decides to keep him in there. even tho the tiny doesn't want that

hello I hope your doing well! I was wondering if you could write a micro roommate story using Jakipz where maybe his micro roommate got cock vored at night and he woke up and went looking for him before realizing where his roommate ended up, and decided to keep him in there while he makes his content. after the day is over tho he tells his roommate that he'll let him out tomorrow, tho after today the roommate doesn't believe him and thinks that his new room might be jakes nuts forever.

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Request: Booty132

hiiii. can you do a story on this guy similar to how you did the Wrong Plug story with the ending being oral vore from the tinys perspective :) https://x.com/briannieh/status/1804979626789245391?s=46

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Request:litboi

hell yeah. Had some ideas in mind..

Thinking the prey, myself can be a young man, no older than 20, who was always a meek, timid kid. Often called a “crybaby” by folks because of how emotional I can get. Idea I had for the pred was seeing such a weak boy like me sort of gets him riled up, thinking it as his civic duty to put a boy like me in my place: inside of him.

i enjoy oral vore, and food play as well. like how in santa monica, the pred was eating food with the prey in his gut. Feet is nice too, like, being shoved in a pred’s socks and shoes, to marinate a bit. Think it can be more like santa monica where I basically get kidnapped by this guy with endo in mind.

Was thinking about the possibility of this maybe being a first time pred too, so he has a bit of issue getting me down, probably not being able to easily control his powers, so i’m just big enough to barely fit at first. His determination to put this wimpy boy in his place is really what drives him to eat me.

[tparker48]

Prompt: Can you make a unaware Fart story Male giant Female tiny

Request for Victor-hex and Ayosus

“Get your hands off me!” Maria writhed in the iron grasp of a worker.

The worker said nothing, traversing into the facility. The thin hallways expanded as they entered a white room, and towards a small vent huddled in the corner. The worker pulled a lever, hovering maria over the maw of the vent. The weight of the worker’ thumbs unfurled, butterflies twisting Maria's stomach.

“What’s this all about?!” Maria fumbled, clinging to the stitches of the worker’s gloved palm. “The flyer said to give you the password! Im a volunteer for the-”

The worker’s thumb broadsided her stomach, yanking her to the air with a careless flick. The walls of the vent funneled her peripheral, as she landed on a metal slide with a loud clunk. Her descent was brief, tumbling against a small cushion against the wall, he stumbled towards the slide, only for a metal panel to seal it behind its hull.

She turned her attention to the chamber, a white cubicle with no windows or doors. A single camera huddled in the top corner of the room, following Maria steps.

“Hello?” She said to the camera. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m volunteering to try out the live lube product!”

No response, save for the changing lens of the camera. She pulled the flyer from her back pocket, flipping the page front to back. No hidden note, no synchronized code. Then why weren’t they responding? Was it something she did? 

A chime rang through the room, an angular panel opening in the wall. Maria eyed the dark abyss inside, flickering red stripes trailing deeper inside.

Maria’s heart clenched. Playing ‘guess that door’ wasn’t ideal, but it was better than being stuck in this cubicle.

She stepped through, following the trail of lights to a connecting pathway. Another opening rested at the end of the trail, along with the sound of voices. She covered her eyes from the ceiling lights. A group of tiny folk filled the area, huddled around each other like an ant colony. 

A bottled symbol decorated a paneled door, the words ‘Live lube’ bolded beneath it. The company had recently opened, taking the sex market by storm. When a flyer in the mail offered the chance to take part in making history, Maria jumped at the opportunity. 

She eyed the crowd within the chamber. So many. Did they guess wrong at the entrance too?

“Oh! Another one.” A voice said, a lean man approached. “Have you come to volunteer your services? As well?”

“Y..yes. I followed the flyer I got in the mail here, but I think I guessed the wrong password.” Maria said.

“Ah, you guessed that too, ‘perrywinkle’ should’ve been it.” The lean said.

“Perrywinkle? So then it was correct. Then..” Maria glanced at the others. “Why’d they shrink us and throw us in a vent.” 

“Your guess is as good as ours.” they replied. “Haven’t said a word since they placed us here. But they said if we waited, they promised us a great reward.”

Maria's face puzzled. Reward?

A buzz rang through the room, latches unhinging from the walls. The floor began to move, dropping volunteers one by one into the maw of the abyss below. The floor tilted as it approached Maria, Her palms fumbling against the smooth wall, before she fell down a shaft.

It was a brief drop as she landed on a conveyor belt, the rubber tiles rattling beneath her feet.

“What kind of reward did they say we’d get?” Maria asked.

“They wouldn’t say.” The lean man said. “But according to the workers, it’ll change our lives like we never thought possible.” 

Whispers plagued the other volunteers, as the path followed down a narrow corridor.

“I bet it's a big check, a fitting reward for our efforts.” one volunteer said.

“No, it's a life supply of the product they're selling!” another volunteer said.

Maria listened to their conversation, their speculations growing more vibrant than the other. She figured there’d be something to contribute to their efforts. But a reward? The thought itself made her wonder. Could it be their name in history books? A grand resignation within their project?

The smell of silicone filled the air as they passed through a gate. A maze of machinery displayed before them, carrying other volunteers from passages in the walls. A canal of lube flowed beneath the conveyor belt, translucent waves rushing toward a whirlpool at a wall further upstream. 

Ahead, a large structure connected the twisted pathways. In bright, bold letters a sign loomed overhead: Fund room. 

Faces in the crowd lit with joy, praising the awarding opportunity with open arms.

Maria eyed the sign above. “The fund room? It looks so..Small.”

“Probably one of the lesser programs, but at least we made it.” The lean man brushed her shoulder. “Things are looking good for us, my friend. Just a little further, we’re all about to receive a fortune of a lifetime!”

Maria shared a brief glance with the man, easing her shoulders. Yeah, it seems all worked out the way it should.

A crowd of tinies cheered further ahead on the belt. A single red lamp flashed as the metal doors creaked open, beckoning the tinies inside like a beacon as the door sealed behind them. The machinery hummed to life, the green light above the panel flashing red.  

The tiny cheers muffled beyond the hull of the structure. Huh, whatever was inside must be a good reward.  

The metal wheels of the structure screeched, and a sulfuric smell filled a tank above the structure. It flowed into the walls, and the cheers of the volunteers inside grew louder. Along with..banging? 

A loud screech rang from the machine, the light flickered green, as the gate opened. The group inside was gone, replaced by murky puddles. Where..did they go?

Pipes rattled beneath the structure, murky fluid flowing through its length to the body of lube below. Her heart sank as she turned to the puddles at the gate. It can’t be. The machine turned them into-

“looks like it's our turn.” the lean man said. “I can’t wait to see what all the cheering was about.”

“Wait!” Maria grabbed the lean man’s shoulder. “I don’t think we should go in!”

“What?” the lean man said. “But the reward is just ahead.”

“N..no, Something is wrong with that machine! It turned those folks into lube!”

“Lube? My dear girl, whatever do you mean?”

Maria said nothing, instead tugged the man’s arm, pulling against the flow of the conveyor belt.

“W..wait! Where are we going?” the lean man asked.

“We need to get out of here before we’re turned into lube!” Maria said.

She rushed through the crowd of volunteers, clinging to the man’s hand. The conveyor belt slowed her speed, shoulders bumping against her side like curbs on a street, as she threw her weight past them.

“Don’t go towards the Gate!” She shouted, maneuvering past another volunteer. “They’re trying to turn you into lube!

Scrunched heads and puzzled faces met her plea, eyeing Maria as she ran between them. Remarks whispered beneath their breath, continuing towards the gate. Why aren’t they running?

“Dear girl please?” The man said. “ Let’s stop and talk this out!”

“There is no talking things out!” She shouted. “We have to-!”

One of the volunteers grazed her shoulder, throwing her off balance and to the edge of the conveyor belt. The lean man hurled alongside her, as she dangled over the flow of lube. 

“P-pull me up!” Maria palmed the man’s hand.

“I’m..trying!” The lean man said. 

She heaved as hard as she could, attempting to reach the edge, but gravity pulled at her, a burning sensation plaguing her arm. The conveyor belt returned them to the structure, a metal pillar rushing toward Maria.

Air rushed through her ears as it wiped her from the man’s grasp, plunging her into the canal below. A roaring tide engulfed her vision, spiraling as lukewarm waves wisped her away. 

She pierced the surface with a loud gasp. The metal structure grew distant, the lean man’s calls lost to the burbling fluid. She paddled against its current, but it was like swimming through concrete, the flow of lube slowing her strokes as it rushed to the far wall. 

A current gripped her body like a fist, as she swirled into its roaring maw of the whirlpool, and into a submerged pipe. She spiraled through the narrow tube, a tightness in her lungs as she was dragged through its labyrinth. 

She landed in a small container, splashing through the thick fluid. Her hands pierced its surface, and she gasped for air.

“Wha..Where am I?!” She yelled, paddling her legs for the bottom of the container beyond her reach. The hum of machinery rattled the container, a lid twisting over the opening until it kissed its shaded rim. “No! Someone! Let me out of this thing!”

She received no response, save for the wet sloshes of fluid surrounding her. 

Her stomach dropped as the container fell, tumbling into the assembly of other bottles along a rack. A pair of metal claws clamped upon the bottles wisping each into a slender box. They latched onto Maria’s, hurling the bottle into a papered container.

“Alright, the latest batch should be aboard!” A worker yelled beyond the package. “Ship this one out separately, a high demand customer’s waiting for a sample.”

 Maria paddled to keep herself afloat, banging against the glass. “Hey! Hey! You have to let me out! I’m in here!” 

No response. The purrs of a truck shook the package, a tidal wave of translucent fluid throwing her against the glass container. For minutes she continued her efforts to be known, hoping the worker outside would become curious and let her out. But that moment never came.

Minutes turned to hours as she sloshed around the bottle, her once wavy hair turned thin with the secretion of lube. The world shifted as the truck came to halt, the sound of steps filling the void. 

A loud knock boomed from outside, before a door creaked open. “I have a package for Mr. Leon?” the worker asked.

“That’s me.” Leon said. “Give the company my regards for letting me be the first to try this product.”

The door closed, the bottle swaying as it traversed into the unknown. Fingers severed the packaging, fetching the bottle.  A smooth face peered into the frame, a curious look puzzling his face. He looks so young. Is this..Mr. Leon? 

He hovered the glass closer, ogling the white label wrapped around the glass, Maria tried to speak, but the fluid fought against her, Weighing her limbs beneath its translucent surface.

“It’s a little smaller than I expected.” Leon said. “The presentation on Monday made it look like it was a jug.”

“Hey Slick!” another voice rang through the room. “Was that the package that just came? I’m aching to get started.”

Leon shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. “Always so impatient.”

He grabbed a box of chocolates from the counter. With the bottle in hand, he disappeared into a hallway. The interior was like an art gallery, paintings of swans decorating the walls and furniture. Light shined from the edge of the glass, as Leon stepped into a doorway. 

He entered a small room, a sculpture of a swan welcoming them against the walls. Along the mattress, a half naked man laid, rose petals cluttering the sheets like crumbs.

“There you are, I was starting to think you were getting cold feet.” The man said.

“Me getting cold feet? I hardly believe that when I'm with you, Kyle.”

Leon placed the bottle on the nightstand, greeting Kyle with a soft kiss. Maria banged against the glass, hoping to catch their attention, but received no response. Soft kisses morphed to firm grasps between the two men, shoveling petals over the edge of the mattress. Leon parted from Kyle, leaning into his chest.

“Keep kissing me like that and you’re gonna spoil me.” Leon mused.

“Even more than you are now? Heh, I’d never hear the end of it.” Kyle replied. “But I know something else that’s feeling spoiled.”

Kyle rolled the sheets from his body, a tent forming beneath his boxers. Leon gave Kyle a knowing look, and sighed.

“Now who’s the one being spoiled?” Leon mused.

The bottle shook as Leon plucked it from the nightstand, bringing it between himself and Kyle. Handing it to Kyle.

“Uh huh.” Kyle twirled a finger. “Be a sport and turn around for me.”

Leon's knees crunched along the wooled mattress, as he pulled his briefs to his calves. Round globes jiggled from beneath the fabric, joining together with a dry clap. His fingers ventured the lining of his crack, splaying them apart to reveal the tight pink pucker tucked between them. 

Its tender winks twisted Maria’s heart, forcing her gaze to a corner of the bottle. I shouldn’t be here! This is..This is too much!

Her gaze jerked to the mountainous ass, as Kyle brushed a palm along the ample mounds.

“I never get tired of this ass of yours.” Kyle compressed a cheek, its muscle bulging between his fingers. “Like holding a giant biscuit.”

“Don’t compare my ass to food, you gremlin.” Leon laughed.

“You are what you eat, they always say.” Kyle teased back, clasping the top of the bottle. “But your ass is way better than those frail breads.”

 His fingers clasped the lid, each twist pulling at Maria’s beating heart. The lid popped off, As Kyle swirled the pool of lube along the edge of the bottle. Maria clambered to the glass interior, only to be yanked away by a wave.

Leon bent over, splaying his cheeks to the air. “Try not to make a mess, it was hard to get the stuff out the last time.”

‘As tight as your ass is, I make no promises. Try to keep those farts of yours to simmer while we’re at it.” Kyle replied.

“Heh, I also make no promises.”

The flow of lube shifted to the opening, rushing to Kyle’s palm. Maria paddled as hard as her limbs could give, but found no traction, as she tumbled into the meaty palm guarding the opening. 

She wiped lube from her face, and her heart tightened at Leon’s backside hurtling toward her. Kyle’s palm spooned lube between Leon’s mounds, turning the dry muscle into a glistening landscape. Light flickered between his fingertips, as they pressed Maria into the tight kiss of the anus. 

A finger pried a corner of Leon’s pucker. A puff of sulfur rushed from the orifice like a dragon’s breath, causing tears to leak from her face. The finger pressed against, forcing a heated stream to his as they burned her sinuses.

“Wait-!” Maria began, the weight of Kyle's thumb smothered her between the rippling folds of Leon’s pucker, clogging the escaped gas. The trapped air filled her lungs, her body tightening to release it, only forit to be forced back in.

“Hmm? You say something?” Kyle asked.

“Mm! No..” Leon said,  holding an eager moan. “Probably just the neighbors.” 

Kyle’s touch were like rolling pins, kneading Maria across Leon’s anus. She expunged her lungs from the putrid gas, only for the salted folds of the pucker to roll into her mouth. 

Kyle shook his head. “Well they better keep it down, I don’t want the mood we got going on to turn cold.”

A large mass slithered between Maria’s legs, heat radiating her thighs. Maria peered over her shoulder, and there she saw it, Kyle’s cock as it swelled between Leon’s ass.  It was a tower of pure muscle, veins streaking along its length like lightning. It angled between her shoulder blades, casting her in its shadow. 

“Deep breath, Slick. I’m coming in.” Kyle said.

With a thrust, his cock forced Maria beyond the orifice, forcing air to hiss from its creases as it plunged into the depths of Leon. His rectum was like an oven, A heavy beat drummed through the doughy walls surrounding her, constricting her limbs as if she were coiled by a snake. Kyle’s cock pushed her into a meat pocket, pinning her beneath its bulk. 

Leon’s inside clenches, bubbles steaming Maria’s body as they crackled out the orifice like thunder.

“S..sto..” Maria tried to speak, cut off by the retracting flesh after each bubble.

“Mm! If I didn’t know any better I’d say your ass  has been yearning for me to fuck you again.” Kyle said between grunts. “It’s practically gripping me.”

“You’re one to talk.” Leon huffed. “You've gotten thinner since the last time. Don’t tell me you’re growing limp.”

 “Limp?” Kyle replied, honeyed by an eager groan. “I hardly began to lose my girth. Lemme show you.”

Kyle’s shaft moved through the tight space pace at a steady rhythm. The smooth tip pounced upon Maria, squeezing the last bit of fresh air from her lungs as they were replaced with the sour scent of musk.

Kyle’s thrusts tackled Maria, a concoction of mucus, pre, and lube marinating her body. Countless tries turned to desperate clammerings, as pools of fluid rushed to her side. Her limbs glided across the rectal walls, doughy flesh slipping from her grasp like butter. The drums of Kyle’s thrusts lingered beyond the collapsed walls, the cock’s oily tip wisping just along her fingertips.  

She palmed through the darkness, pressing against the stiffening walls to part them. Keep going. I..I have to get out of here!

“Fuck I never get tired of you opening me up.”Leon boomed through the chamber. “I want more of you in, fill me up, Kyle!”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Kyle replied. 

Kyle’s cock plowed through the tight space, its gummy touch crashing beneath Maria's feet. She kicked through the darkness, flesh slowing her blows like tar as they glossed over the cock. A suction gripped her leg, as the blubbered slit engulfed it.

She pawed against the shroomed head. No! Get it off me!

Kyle let out a groan, his cock bucking Maria from wall to wall. “Mmm! Didn’t think you had a rod waiting for me in there. It’s sending my cock into a frenzy.”

“Rod? I didn’t put anything up there.”

“Well whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t stop.” Kyle said. “I’m…getting close.”

Kyle’s thrusts intensified, shaking the narrow tunnel of muscle. Maria's stomach tightened, her vision spiraling as she rushed up and down the rectal chamber. Countless thrusts bombarded against her, pinning her against a tender bulb inside a pocket.

The cock’s slit choked around her thigh, spurts of seed bubbling over it. Its flow grew in size, a sheet of lukewarm liquid engulfing her waist.

Kyle roared, a fountain of seed erupting from his cock. The creamy stream shot Maria deeper into Leon, a suction taking a hold of her. She clawed to return to the way out, but found only the tight hugs of the rectal walls ensnaring her. 

She let out one final yell, before the surrounding muscle raced toward her, replaced by the bubbling of flatulence.

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The remaining spurts of seed Rippled Leon’s insides, leaving a sloshed sensation that tickled the tip of his G-spot. He laid dazed, embracing the plump cushion of Kyle's arm that draped over his shoulder.

“That felt good.” He huffed, sinking his weight against a pillow. 

Kyle leaned close, his breath wisping tickling the tip of Leon's ear.  “Told ya I wasn’t going limp.”

Kyle’s pulse drummed inside him, and Leon shuttered. “Fine, I admit it, I was wrong.”

“That’s a good boy.” Kyle said.

Kyle’s weight shifted, his cock brushing the corners of Leon's rectum. Leon curled his toes, as the thick appendage extracted from his pucker with a wet pop. He rolled onto his back, massaging his bloated abs. That was the best sex we’ve had in a while, I never felt so full.

He trailed his touch towards his waist, swirling around the round pressure above his pubic hair. A faint sensation twirled inside him, gyrating through his colon. He fondled over the sensation. Odd, that doesn't feel like a bubble?

“Something wrong, Slick?” Kyle asked.

“I don't know, I got this feeling that something's in there.” Leon said.

“Is that right?” Kyle said. “I think I know what it is.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah..” Kyle eased his chin into Leon’s shoulder. “My seed.”

Leon rolled his eyes softly. “What a detective.”

The two of them chuckled, leaning into the headboard. Kyle’s touch circled along Leon’s stomach, riding the tender lumps of his abs.

“I wouldn't worry too much about it.” Kyle said. “It's probably just gas or something.”

Leon eased into Kyle’s embrace, his firm touch pressing against his stomach. The twisted sensation rose higher, squeezing into his intestines, before vanishing.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” Leon said, letting the silence engulf him as the two of them went to sleep.

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[tparker48]

A sneak peek into the upcoming request for Victor-hex and Ayosus ^^)

“Don’t go towards the Gate!” She shouted, maneuvering past another volunteer. “They’re trying to turn you into lube!

Scrunched heads and puzzled faces met her plea, eyeing Maria as she ran between them. Remarks whispered beneath their breath, continuing towards the gate. Why aren’t they running?

“Please!” She shouted to passing volunteers. “You have to turn back! You have to-!”

One of the volunteers grazed her shoulder, throwing her off balance and to the edge of the conveyor belt. Air rushed through her ears as she fell from the platform to the murky fluid below. It was a roaring tide, wisping her away from the metal structure and toward the whirlpool against the wall. She paddled against its current, each stroke causing an ache through her limbs. 

The weight of the whirlpool gripped her like a fist, as she swirled into its roaring maw, and into a submerged pipe. She spiraled through the narrow tube, a tightness in her lungs as she was dragged through its labyrinth. 

She spiraled into a small container, fanning around through the thick fluid. Her hands pierced its surface, gasping a breath as she spat lube from her lips.

“Wha..Where am I?!” She yelled, paddling her legs for the bottom of the container beyond her reach. 

The hum of machinery rattled the container, A lid rushing to the opening. It slammed against the container, twisting until it kissed its shaded rim.

“No!” She shouted, prying against the lid. “Someone! Let me out of this thing!”

She received no response, save for the wet sloshes of fluid surrounding her. Her stomach dropped as the container fell, tumbling through the gears of machinery. It tumbled into a lining of lube bottles, as they were carried off to boxes. A pair of metal claws clamped upon the bottle as it tumbled into its packaging, and upon a cargo box.

“Alright, the latest batch should be aboard!” A worker yelled, throwing Maria against the glass wall as he tossed the bottle to another worker. “Ship this one out separately, a high demand customer’s waiting for a sample.”

[tparker48]

I wish the macro sites people use nowadays allowed for anonymous use. After coiled fist shut down all that’s left are sites that demand information from anyone who hopes to access their contents.

At this rate not even google will allow people to access it without an account at this rate of “modernization”.

The idea of free and anonymous use is dying. And boy do I feel old for it,,, doesn’t help that I also have a technological anxiety disorder of some kind.

It can be disheartening not gonna lie, it can be tough finding new places online for macro content with sign ups. Though they do have their reasons security wise. Outside of coiled, outsized and Dimensions have been pretty good in regards to content, even more so the people. I may not know much about your anxiety, but I do hope you find some ease knowing you're not alone on it^^

[tparker48]

This story is from the following requests, I hope you all enjoy^^:

Jaku85:

Can you make an AV story where a jock finds a nerd alone takes advantage of him by shrinking him the slowly sucking him in his butt while pelting him with farts then before the nerd is sealed away his friends call out for him so the jock sucks him all the way in they ask the jock where their friend is and he jokes in his ass they do not believe him as they walk away but one of them hears there friends last scream through the jocks fart

The jock’s name is chris

The nerd’s name is Caleb.

Thehornytinyman:

Please make a story where a guy accidently drinks a friend shrinking potion thinking it’s a drink. And falls in his gym bag and is brought home with him. And his friend finds him and uses him as a buttplug that he passes around with all his gym buddies pleaseee

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I cannot miss this opportunity!

The gym’s parking lot was filled with cars, stretching toward the street. After managing to find a spot, Caleb rushed inside. Crowds of gym goers flooded the lobby, pouring deeper into the gym like a river inside a cave. 

A slim flyer dangled over the pathway, a thin purple bottle displayed upon it. “Bombastic power” the flyer read, written in bold letters. 

The name alone sent a shudder down his spine. For weeks he followed the brand through their YouTube channel. Every so often they give samples to local gyms, allowing those lucky enough to be there to try out their new flavors before it goes on market in a month or so.

He dreamed of the day that they’d be in his city. And now here they are at the gym, awaiting for those new lucky triers. And this time, he's gonna be one of them to try it.

The line inched at snail’s pace, following the rope barricades deeper into the gym. Caleb’s head throbbed with each take he made, bumping into the shoulder of the body builder in front of him. He trailed  the screen of his phone, and scoffed. He figured the energy drink would be popular, but not this popular.

 He peered over the shoulder of a bodybuilder, snorting at the sharp smell of axe bleeding from their tank top. A gap separated the line, a staff member sorting the goers in chunks before they disappeared beyond the metal doors. Come on, can’t this line go any faster? 

Caleb leaned closer, his chin kneading the ball of the bodybuilder’s shoulder. His foot caught along one of the pedestals, throwing him upon the back of the man’s shoulders. Their body bucked, springing Caleb backwards as he tripped into the slim rope of the barricade. 

“Hey! Watch where you’re bumping!” The bodybuilder brushed his shoulder, moving forward with the line.

Caleb rubbed his soaring rear. “You watch where you’re bumping!”

Getting to his feet, he approached the gap behind the bodybuilder, only to be met by the palm of a staff member. 

“Hold it! Any guest who steps out of line must return to the back of the line.” the staff member said.

“What?!” Caleb. “But I was pushed out!”

“Sorry but rules are rules.” The staff member said, before turning to direct the line.

The line continued, the broad shoulders of the body builders disappearing beyond the metal doors. With little choice, Caleb gave the staff member a cold stare, returning to the entrance. His heart sank as he reached the end of the line. It had almost doubled in size, more flooding in by the seconds. 

Caleb groaned. No way in hell am I getting back in that line now.  

He licked the dryness of his lips, his tongue sliding against his teeth. Skipping breakfast to get here was starting to catch up to him. May as well get some grub, it wasn’t like he was going anywhere at this point.

He traveled along one of the connecting hallways to a vending machine. He grabbed himself a gatorade and a protein bar, sitting along one of the benches. 

“Caleb?” a voice rang from the hallway. Caleb turned to see his friend Gabe, one of his old friends during his college days.  “Aha,I thought that was you!”

“Gabe?” Caleb said. “I didn’t think I’d see you here working out.”

“Working out?” Gabe cocked a brow.  “I’m doing nothing of the sort! I’m here on a mission to complete my experiment.”

Caleb huffed, taking a bite out of his protein bar. “An experiment? Hate to break it to ya but..the gym doesn't have any fancy chemicals like the ones you got lying around your lab.”

“I’m not looking for chemicals, I’m looking for results.” Gabe said. “This time I’ve managed to score an all time high for my record! I have finally made a potion to allow shrinking!”

Caleb pawed mid chew. “You’re still working on that?” He finally swallowed . “I thought you gave up that idea after the science.”

“I didn't have the knowledge that I had now.” His gloved fingers adjusted his glasses. “But this time, I’ve got all the ingredients that I need. In fact, invite you to come and see!”

Caleb glanced at the entrance, the crowd of people still flooding the lobby. Why not, at least it’ll give him some time to kill. He stuffed the last of his protein bar into his mouth, dusting crumbs from his shorts.

“I guess I can tag along.” Caleb shrugged.

Gabe eyes lit up. “I promise you, you won’t regret it!”

Gabe led them into the locker room, to one of the benches, pulling his bag from an unlocked panel. He placed flasks along the bench, fetching minerals as he sprinkled it into the container. As Gabe prepared the materials, Caleb glanced toward the hallway.

“Is this gonna take long?” Caleb said. “I can see the line moving.”

“You can't rush science, my jocky friend. It requires the utmost attention, and proper handling.” Gabe poured liquid inside the flask. Foamed began to form as the minerals disintegrated, turning liquid red. “Normally I’d have one of my classmates to assist me. But none of them returned my calls.”

Caleb glanced at a corner in the room. Well when you bring up shrinking, you can’t exactly  blame them.

As foam sizzled into the liquid, Gabe poured the contents into a used gatorade bottle. He swirled the bottle between his fingers, letting it settle.

“Behold my creation.” Gabe held the small plastic bottle.

Caleb squinted . “you made.. Gatorade?”

“How dare you compare my genius to that mere drink?!” Gabe hugged the bottle against his cheek. “This bottle holds the key to my success! With it, you can venture where no man has ever gone before!”

Caleb cocked a brow. “Sure.”

“Hmph, your doubt in my work is sickening as always .” Gabe frowned. “Then a demonstration is in order!”

Gabe approached one of the metal benches, swiping towels over their edge before placing a small apple upon it. Carefully he tilted the bottle, as liquid drenched the apple. 

He placed the bottle on the bench, splaying his arms. “Now watch my fine friend,  as we witness history!”

Silence engulfed the locker room, but the apple remained its size.

“Give it a moment..any second now.” Gabe kept his arms spread out, his gaze shifting to parts of his body. He scoffed, pulling a notebook from his pocket as he skimmed the pages.

Caleb glanced at his watch. “...Is it supposed to take this long or..”

“No, no, everything's fine! Just need to..figure out..gah, where is it?”

Gabe flipped faster through the page, and Caleb shook his head. Should’ve known his claim was too good to be true. At least it shaved a little time.

“Well point dexter..” Caleb yawned, placing his gatorade bottle along a stand, before, heading to the floor. “I’m gonna go get some reps in while you’re dealing with..whatever you’re dealing with.”

Gabe's gaze remained glued to the notebook, and Caleb rolled his eyes. He followed the aisle to the entrance to the machines. Caleb laid along one of the cushions, a workout bench, doing some crutches.

Out in the lobby gym goers poured through the sliding doors, stationing themselves along the treadmills and benches. Looks like I wasn’t the only one peeved about how long the line was. If I’m lucky the line will diminish just enou-!

A blur of red flooded his vision, a pair of thick legs anchoring his head. The bulk of their crotch jiggled against his head, the smell of sweat seeping through the fabric.

“Just as I thought, those lungs of yours haven’t changed a bit.” A gruff voice rattled around him. He managed to pry his head from the man’s thick crotch, a chiseled mug beaming at him.

“Long time no see, numbnuts.” The man said.

Caleb winced. Ah shit, It’s Chris.

He got up from the bench, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Chris..hey..”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me! I known ya for almost a year now.” Chris loomed over Caleb like a wall, spreading his arms to his side. “ Bring it in!”

“No no, that’s not-”

Before he could finish, Chris pounced, hoisting him from the metal bench and into his embrace. His arms were like weights, flattening Caleb against his loose tanktop.

“Mm! That’s the stuff!” Chris smiled. “Nothing like giving one of your trainees a good old fashioned hug.”

Caleb drummed his fingers along one of Chris’s arms. “Chris..lungs..”

“Hah..” Chris unfurled his grasp, allowing air to return to Caleb’s lungs before he slinked to the floor. Caleb caught his breath, as Chris’s palm dropped on his shoulder.  “Endurance is also lacking, I see. You really let my training go since the last time I saw ya, huh?”

Caleb scoffed. That training back then was nothing more of an excuse to use him as fart cushion after his fuck up. His senseless groaning still rang through his ears, haunting him like some cursed record player.

His body shook as Chris patted him once more. “Where would you be without your good pal Chris to look after ya. Forgetting my training? What a shame.” Chris held Caleb closer. “But you’re in luck, yours truly just happens I’ve got one more spot in my group to train. Squeeze in a lesson or two for ya. For old times sake.”

Caleb tensed. Like hell I am!

“N-no thanks.” Caleb said. “I was actually killing some time for the line to go down. As a matter of fact I should-”

“Well what better time to kill than with your best Pal?” Chris said. “Come on! The boys would love to include you in the fun.”

Caleb’s brow furrowed. Can’t the guy take a hint?!

Caleb shimmied his shoulders, hoping to slip from Chris. But Chris reinforced his grip, pulling him close until their sides squished against each other. He glanced at dumbbells placed along a pedestal, a staff member sitting along the wall. He gave one of its legs a kick, as the metal weights clang against the floor.

“Oh no, Chris. Look what you did!” Caleb yelled, drawing the attention of the staff member. 

“What?!” Chris jumped, shooting a glance at the member. I didn’t do-!” 

Caleb seized the opportunity, grimacing at the thick pool of sweat as he slipped past Chris’s arm pit. Freed from his grasp, Caleb jogged through machines and treadmills, reaching a connecting hallway. Chris’s calls were faint, shaking a fist as the staff member approached.

Caleb shook his head. Hate to do it to ya, but I’m not gonna be another seat for you to fart on, Chris.

He disappeared behind the corner, following the corridor back to the lockers. Gabe’s gear still remained on the bench, but the nerd himself was nowhere to be found. Typical. He looked beyond the metal doors to the lobby. The line had trimmed beyond the corner of the frame, the end of the line reaching beneath the poster overhead. At least he can wait in line now.

Salt stung his eyes as droplets seared in. Damn that Chris, his arm pit juice never fails to annoy him. He fanned the bench for a towel, his fingers wrapping around a cylindrical object. It crackled beneath his touch. Must be a water bottle. 

He raised the bottle overhead, pouring the liquid over his eyes. He froze as the fluid drenched his mouth, a grit sensation plaguing his teeth, before it quickly turned sour. He wiped his face with his shirt, before opening his eyes.

His eyes widened at the sight of a gatorade bottle in his hand, Gabe gear sitting before it. He glanced at his own gatorade bottle sitting on the stand, and his heart sank more. 

Oh shit.

 A tingling sensation plagued his tongue, sprouting to the rest of his body. His palm clutched the bottle, before quickly starting to shake. His fingers sank into his knuckles, like a turtle hiding in its shell as it discarded the bottle to the floor. His other hand shrank as well, and his heart began to pound.

“Gabe!” Caleb shouted, running through the aisle in search of the nerd. Through each stride his limbs grew thin, shrinking out of his peripheral vision. His sleeves shed from his shoulders, his shorts becoming baggy.   “Gabe! This is no time to be fucking around! Where are you?!”

He ran to the far wall of the locker room, but found no sight of Gabe. His foot caught on his shorts, throwing him out of his own shoes and into the maw of a duffelbag. He fumbled against its leathery layer to free himself, but gravity was unkind, forcing his legs against a wall. A jolt rushed through Caleb, and the world zoomed out. 

Caleb tumbled to the bottom of the duffelbag, a pair of socks cushioning his fall. Darkness encircled him. A single patch of light illuminated the space. from the unzipped opening like a skylight. Damn you, Gabe! When I get out of this he’s in for a chewing out.

He pawed through the dim space, throwing empty lotion bottles and jockstraps from his path. Shrouded in the darkness, a rubbered bulb brushed his hand. He reared it into the light and froze as the buttplug blossomed from the darkness, shoving it from his hands. 

More plugs surfaced, poking from beneath bottles and clothing like limestones in a cave as they climbed to the opening. Who the hell brings buttplugs to a gym?!

“The balls on that Caleb!” A voice pierced the silence. The voice belonged to Chris, as rubbered squeaks boomed outside. “He’s gonna regret sicking the staff on me!”

“Can you blame the guy?” another voice said, his tone unfamiliar to Caleb. “I’d be running for the hills too if I had to smell your ass.”

“You’re one to talk.” Chris said. “Compared to your ass mine is practically a rose.”

“Sure, your ass smells good alright.” Another voice chimed. “Like a dumpster!”

Laughter filled the room, shadows surrounding the duffelbag.

“Hey, any more words from you lot and you can use your noses for plugs!” Chris said. Bickering flowed amongst the crowd, before they grudgingly agreed. “That’s more like it.”

Chris plunged a palm inside the duffle bag. Caleb barely managed to move as the plug he clung to ripped from the clothing, disappearing into the open. Plug after plug was snatched, until one of his legs were ensnared, and he was dragged out of the bag. He gritted as fingers pinched his side, bringing him to the backside of a chubby jock. The world moved in slow motion, the palm passing the jock’s ample curves, and towards their flank.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for these things all day” The jock’s freehand lowered to their left cheek, prying the mounds apart to reveal their tight pucker. 

A chill ran through Caleb as the fingers advanced into the cleft of the Jock’s crack. Heat radiated his palms, rippling folds marinating sweat into his fingers. Caleb tried his best to keep his hold, but the jock’s thrusts overwhelmed him. Another thrust withered his grasp, and the puckered orifice took control, snapping over his neck like a helmet.

 “Damn thing’s catching the corners” the jock said, fingers probing Caleb’s body. “Didn’t think you were into those tail plugs, Chris.”

“Tail plugs?” Chris said. ‘I don’t have any tail plugs.”

“Eh? Then what’s this?”

 Fingers climbed Caleb’s legs, fishing him from the Jock’s ass and into the open. He scoffed at the sulfuric stench eroding his nose, as he was brought to the jock’s face.

“A little guy?” The jock said. “The hell you doing in my ass!”

“Like I’d wanna be bathed in sweat. Learn to shower, why don’t ya!”

“Why you little..You’ve got quite the mouth for being so small?”

“Caleb?” Chris' voice rang, his chiseled mug leering from the shoulder of the jock.

“Chris..Hi..” Caleb said, shrinking behind his wave. 

 “It is you!” Chris said. “So this is where you ran off too!’

“Friend of yours?” The chubby jocks said.

“Do I know him? This is the pal I was talking about!” Chris said, squinting his eyes. “But last I checked he wasn’t small as shit. The hell happened to you?”

“It’s a long story..” Caleb turned his body. “Chris, I need you to listen carefully, I need to get back to Gabe? I need to get my size back before the energy drink run out!”

Chris cocked a brow. “Now you want my help? You got me heat from the staff. That was a low blow even for you.”

Caleb tensed. “What choice did you give me? You wouldn’t let me go otherwise!”

“Is that right?” Chris huffed. Well I reckon you don’t have a choice this time.”

Caleb squeaked as Chris plucked him from the other’s jock. He pulled the back of his shorts down, shoving Caleb between his mounds. Their warmth wrapped around him like a cocoon, thin hairs tangling his wrist until he was ensnared in their musty web. Chris’s finger retracted, leaving Caleb within their muscular tomb as he pulled his shorts back up. 

“Chris! What do you think you’re doing?!” Caleb said.

“Bringing you with us, of course.” Chris said bluntly, tightening his shorts.

Caleb rattled in his restraints, kicking the tender pucker nipping his feet, but to no avail. Beyond the walls.

“Caleb? Where’d you run off too, I managed to figure out what went wrong.” A familiar voice rang beyond the mountain of muscle. It belonged to Gabe, his tone growing ever closer.

“Gabe? Gabe!” Caleb yelled. “Get me out of this-”

The mounds of muscle hardened, sandwiching Caleb beneath its bulk. Their frowsty scent seared into his nostrils, and he gagged, thrashing his head around to free the muscular mask smothering his face.

“He’s got a friend? What are we gonna do now?” one of the jocks said.

“Don’t worry,” Chris said. I know just what to say.”

Steps came from the distance, as Gabe approached.

“Excuse me, have you seen a guy named Caleb move through here?” Gabe asked.

Caleb muffled, pinching at the tender muscle. I’m here! I’m right here!

Caleb pulled the thin hairs curling his wrist, before Chris clenched his arms to mold with his ass . “Your friend, ay? I reckoned I did see someone pass by here.”

“You did?! Do you know where he went?”

“Up my ass?” Chris said bluntly, snickers spreading through the group.

“You’re..ass?” Gabe said, confusing seething through his tone. “You mean he’s in the back of the nope.”

“Nope! I mean up my ass. Chris said. “Bugger took a liking to my training and got lost in it.” 

Flatulence squeezed out of Chris, as he rolled Caleb between mounds. It reeked of digested onions, forcing tears from Caleb’s eyes as he writhed within the compressed space. A pocket of air rushed to the surface. Caleb managed a yelp, but it was snuffed as the mounds of flesh slapped together, the sloppy hiss of air escaping from Chris’s pucker drowning him out.

 “Mm! He’s getting vocal down there.” Chris said.  “Wanna hear him again?”

Gabe backpedaled. “Er?! No thanks! I think you might be confusing him with something else. You know what, forget I asked. I’ll see if someone else saw him.”

Gabe departed, leaving Chris and his group. Laughter rose from the jocks, rizzing Chris’s acting skills.

“Grossing them out. The best nuisance repellent you can ask for.” Chris squeezed his glutes. “Now there’s nothing to bother us now. Right Caleb.”

With that Chris and the other jocks began to move, venturing from the locker room. Caleb pounded Chris's glutes, but found no response. He was trapped, left to the mercy of the jock as ventured who knows where.

Their endless shuffling carried for minutes, sweat marinating his skin as the mounds rose and fell. Eventually, Chris came to stop, fingers fishing Caleb from his muscular prison. He squinted as light blinded his eyes, they were in a living room, jocks huddling  around couches.

“Enjoy your taxi?” Chris mused, Caleb on the table.  “Welcome to the room where it all happens, Caleb.” 

“You took me out of the gym?! I need to get back!” Caleb said.

“Back?” Chris cocked a brow.  “You must be crazy to think I’m gonna waste gas to get you back. And don’t forget about that dig in the machine area.”

“Look, you're angry, I get it. I'm sorry, alright!”

“You’re sorry, ay?” Chris massaged his chin. “Just how sorry are ya?”

Caleb looked beyond the shoulders of jocks to the window frame behind them. The sun had set in the sky, casting shadows along the corners of the living. He’s running out of time, who knows how many bottles are left.  He turned towards the door. He could wing it, run as fast as his little legs could carry. But what direction would he go? He can’t risk being lost, even more getting caught in some other hazard.

“Ay! Earth to Caleb!” Chris’s voice snapped him out of his train of thought. “Answer my question! How sorry are ya?”

Caleb grimaced at the words. I can't believe I’m about to do this.

He took a breath before falling to his knees, holding his clasped hands to Chris. “Please Chris. Bro to bro, I can’t miss this energy exclusive. I have to have it. Name your price! You wanna hook up with a girl? I know a guy. Need a membership? Done! Just name it!”

“Anything I want?” Chris blinked for a moment, before his eyes wondering to the other jocks.”Hmm, well there is one thing you can do.”

“Tell me! I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it.”

“Is that right? Then..” Chris faced leered close. “How’s about you join our training today?”

Caleb’s eyes widened. “W-what?! At this size!”

“Yup!” Chris said. “It’s been too long since you last trained with me, it’s only fair considering the predicament you’re in.”

“Are you crazy! Being soaked in your ass was one thing. But your training?! Hell no!”

“Well it's either you do, or you're more than welcome to walk out the door.” Chris pointed. “But I don’t think you’ll make it to your energy thing before they sell out , now will you?”

Caleb narrowed his gaze. “That’s black mail and you know it.”

“Maybe. But as I said before, you don’t really have much a choice.” Chris retorted. “So what’ll it be?”

Caleb gritted his teeth, glaring at the towering jock. His head sunk, facing the  ground. “Fine, I’ll..join your stupid training! But this doesn’t-”

Chris snatched Caleb from the table, raising him to the air. “That’s what I’m talking about! By the end of this session you’ll be breathing like a real man!”

Chris snapped his fingers, as the other men flooded through a hallway. The path was too dim to see through Chris’s fingers, old trophies and certificates flying past his fist like street signs. They entered a hollow room, long benches stretching from wall to wall. Chris’s fingers unfurled, rolling Caleb upon the flat surface of a mat.

The other jocks quickly began to disrobe themselves, their bare flanks blossomed from beneath their fabrics. The smell of sweat and dampened wares made Caleb’s head spin, as he stumbled against the side of a water bottle.

“Beatiful smell isn’t it?” Chris said, siphoning the air through his nose. “Like opening a fresh bouquet!”

“A sewer is more like it!” Caleb coughed.

“Nah your lungs just haven't adjusted to it yet. Thankfully, yours truly is gonna whip you in shape.” Chris shedded from his clothes, casting them to the floor. His body was a wall of throbbing muscle, a mere flex causing them to bulge along his torso and neck. He turned to Caleb, eyeing him from head to toe. “Finally out of those restricting things. Alright boys! Grab a partner! And let the session commence.”

The other men moved as a unit, taking to the benches in pairs of two. Of the pair one of the men laid on the bench,as the other squatted over them. Caleb winced as the men flexed, and the sound of flatulence erupted through the room. Their sounds were sloppy, like an unharmonized band of trumpets.

Caleb swallowed. Maybe taking up Chris's offer was a bad idea.

Caleb slid into the shadow of the bottle, banking on the hopes of his newfound size to make them forget he was even here. The bottle yanked from his side, Chris holding it in the air.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

“O-oh you know! Was just..waiting for a partner.”

“You alrighty got a partner.” Chris jabbed a thumb towards himself. “Me!”

Caleb! Eyes widened. “You?!”

“Mhm, as the head of this program it's up to me, bring in fresh meat. And since you’re my pal, who else but yours truly?”

Chris crashed on the end of the bench. The impact forced Caleb from his feet, as the Jock's Titanic legs splayed across the plump cushions. Caleb found himself trapped between them, leading to the flaccid cock that drooped across Chris’s thigh. Chris bent his legs, mooning Caleb.

“Well? Don't just stand there, get to work!” Chris said.

Caleb barely had a chance to speak, before a palm tucked behind him. With a flick of Chris's wrist, the cushion of the bench vanished from Caleb’s feet, as he plunged into the crack. He crashed upon the pucker in the middle of the mounds.  Caleb shuttered. It jiggled like a gelatin beneath his touch.

“That's better isn't it? You're practically an expert at this point.” Chris splayed his cheeks wider. “hop to it, my ass is filling up like a balloon in there.”

Caleb rolled. Gimme a break.

He floundered along the orifice, gripping the folds. It was like trying to wrestle open a clam. Chris's pucker flexed and stretched, but refused to budge with Caleb’s efforts. He heaved again, only to find himself falling face first against its tender hide.

“What's the hold up? I barely feel a whistle coming out of there?” Chris prodded Caleb’s side with a finger. “I thought I told you no slacking off?”

“Lay off, will you? Your ass is too tight! ”

“Excuses.”

“Don’t you think you’re going about this the wrong way? How do you expect me to get ‘training’ done like this?”

“Hmm.. fair point. At your size I doubt you’d crack a peanut. Let alone my ass.”

 “I wouldn’t exactly put it that way, but sure.”

“I need a proper way to ensure you get my utmost attention.” Chris rubbed his chin. “Ah, I know just the thing to get you going.”

A palm snaked over the left mound, stamping Caleb into the middle of the crack. Chris’s pucker quivered beneath the enforced weight, before Caleb plunged beneath its surface. The air inside reeked of old eggs, heat engulfing his eyes as he forced them shut. Caleb winced as Chris pinched his feet, shoving them beyond the tight muscle.

“See how easy that was?” Chris’s words vibrated through the rectal tunnel. “Honestly, all that muscle of yours you can barely open my ass.” 

Caleb tried to respond, only for a fold of flesh to clump against his lips. Thick fluid lathered around him, and body jolted. He rattled his muscular cage free himself, only for the walls of flesh to come crashing down on him.

“See? Exactly what I mean, can’t even speak without being overwhelmed. Where would you be if you didn't have me to train you?”

Caleb winced at the thought. He calls this train? Forcing me into his ass like some dildo. This is so humiliating!

A shift caused the ceiling to collapse, a layer of muscle laying upon Caleb’s back.  He shoved folds from his sides, but they quickly returned, rushing towards his side like slime in a can. A tightness gripped Caleb’s chest, as he thrashed to ease the pressure.

Grunts echoed from Above, before rumbling erupted. Deeper within the muscular cavity a bubble descended, engulfing Caleb as the walls expanded. He took a breath, but gagged as sulfur filled his lungs.

“Fucking pitiful, 20 seconds is a piss poor job for strong lungs.

“What the hell?! Are you trying to kill me?!”

“Calm down I barely squeezed ya. Your old pal Chris won’t let ya kick the bucket that easily. But it sure as hell will feel like it.

Caleb held his throat. A death grip was more like it.

The pucker at his feet quivered, trapped air hissing through its found. A patch of light seeped through, just enough to see the walls thinning. They slammed into Caleb like a brick wall, locking his body in an armor of muscle. 

Another bubble forced the compressed tube apart, before they quickly snapped to Caleb's side, the trapped air squeezing out the quivering pucker between at his feet.

For minutes Caleb was trapped in this endless cycle, bubble after bubble forcing the smell of digested protein through his lungs, before departing to the outside. He tried plugging his nose, holding his bret, but the unyielding walls of the man’s ass tore through his efforts, as easily as it squeezed bubbles to the outside.

Eventually motion rattled the chamber, flipping Caleb to his stomach. Fingers intruded from the compressed pucker, pinching his feet as they dragged his body to the world beyond the orifice. His eyes burned as light rushed him at once, shielding his eyes.

“And then the little mite was reborn.” Chris held Caleb to his face.

Caleb rubbed his eyes, flicking slime to the man's chest. “Would it have killed you to at least wash? Ugh, this stuff is gonna take so much soap.”

“Don’t be ashamed of the man stink, maggot. It signifies your step into manhood.” Chris wagged Caleb around, droplets pattering the bench.

Caleb scoffed. Chris may like the smell of his own stench, but he sure as hell doesn’t. His stomach dropped as Chris lowered him to the bench, its hard surface cushioned his back, and he got to his feet.

“There…Satified.”

“Yup. I’ve got your lungs to a competent capacity, now you’re breathing like a real man. Consider your apology redeemed.” Chris massaged his cock with a palm. “Looking at your progress now, it almost makes me wanna bust a nut.”

“Gross..Well if that’s all let’s cut the chit chat. Grab your keys and let’s hit the road.” Caleb wiped himself with his palms. “The line at the booth gotta be short by now, and those flavors will be mine!”

Caleb approached Chris, awaiting for himself to be carried. Chris didn’t move.

“Well what are you waiting for? Let's get going.” Caleb said.

“Going?” Chris crossed his arms. “Who said we were done?”

“What? I thought that was it!”

“That was just the taster, bringing you up to speed.” Chris said. “It wouldn't be fair to work you in without the others.”

Caleb blinked. Others?

His gaze trailed beyond the bulk of Chris's shoulder to the benches. The men already stood, eyeing the two of them.  

Caleb’s eyes widened. “All..of them?”

“God damn right.” Chris said. “Wouldn’t be much of a training If I didn’t push that body to the limits. Having one ass is dandy. But add ten more? Now we’re cooking with fire. Three minutes should cover for each.”

The men moved as if they were a unit, encircling the bench. It was like looking up at a giant statue, long beards and chiseled mugs filling the sky above Caleb.

“I call dibs on the shorty.” The chubby jock cracked his knuckles. “I owe him a gassing for the back talk earlier.”

“Oh ho, no, I think I’ll have a crack at him first.” a skinny jock chimed. “Got a few bubbles that he’d be perfect to help squeeze out.”

 Caleb backpedaled as they advanced closer. There’s too many asses. I’ll be mush by the time I get through them all. To hell with that.

Caleb ran to a gap between the men’s legs, only to be snatched up by a palm.

“Gotcha, little weasel!” one of the jocks said.  “The party’s right here!”

The jock’s hand whirled to their backside, tucking Caleb at the center of the crack. Caleb kicked the tender muscle to retreat from its nibbles, but the jock’s grip held firm. He was fed more into the jock’s ass, until its gummy touch snapped over his neck like a collar.

“Damn you’re more filling than I thought.” The jock waggled his rear. “My insides got a little gift for ya.”

 A flow of heat punched through the orifice, like air rushing from a half cracked oven. Caleb writhed. Its stench reeked of eggs, diluted to a swampy smell as droplets pattered his face. The burst of air reduced to a steady hiss, the tight embrace of the walls returning to Caleb’s side.

“Hah, look at him wiggle. Little’s guy clearly hasn't got enough training.” a slender jock from the crowd said.

A bulkier jock shoved his way to the front. “Let me have a crack at him, I’ll whip him into shape in no time.”

“Get in line, bozos.” The toned jock said. “You heard Chris, I got him for  three minutes. And I’m gonna enjoy every second.”

A finger laid atop of Caleb’s head, sinking him deeper. The sun twinkled in one of the windows, lowering beyond its frame. 

“Wait!” He yelled, the corners of the orifice funneling his vision. “I have to get the-!”

The ring of muscle rushed at once, swallowing Caleb beneath its surface.

Their putrid training  lasted mere minutes, but to Caleb, it was an eternity. The men swarmed upon him in droves, passing him along to the awaiting ass like some baton. His head drummed after countless re-entries, his sinuses long worn as flatulence squeezed and compressed their rectums. 

At hindsight, there was no sign of stopping, until Chris’s voice pierced their thick hides.

“This concludes this session boys! Way to show them lungs whose boss.” Chris said.

Muscle squashed Caleb's side as the jock he was in began to move, following the other men to some destination. They don't plan on leaving me here, do they?!

Through the air tight tunnel Caleb battered the walls. His blows dampened against their doughy hide, fueling the Jock's stimulation. They continued their journey, leaving Caleb to stare into the lukewarm abyss that engulfed him. 

The hour drawed, and the jock finally stopped. A rumble shook the walls before air swelled the chamber. It punched through the orifice's tight grip, catapulting Caleb out of the chamber onto the cement floor between the jock's feet. He was back in the locker room.

“Here’s your stop.” The jock held his own mounds, his hole shriveling until the bubbles sizzled between its folds, before entering the hallway.

Caleb stumbled to his feet, popping his back. He couldn’t have placed me on a towel or something.

A rumbling engulfed his stomach, spreading through his body like a wildfire. In a flash he grew in size, rising above the bench. He patted himself down, wrapping himself in his own arms. Finally, being that tiny was starting to get old. 

His eyes shot open, glancing to the hallway. The energy drink!

He found a towel draped in a basket, tying it around his waist, before he ran out of the locker and through the corridors. He followed the posters to the metal doors ahead. The banner of the beverage remained on the wall, but no bottles remained, their plastic package deflated as it slumped against the sheet of the table.

Caleb sank to his knees. “No..I’m too late.” he slammed his fist against the marble floor. “Damn it! Why does life have to be so cruel!”

“Caleb?” A familiar voice came from behind, Gabe coming from the corner.

Caleb glanced over his shoulder. “Oh..you’re still here.”

 “Ahah, I thought I heard you in here! I’ve been looking all over for you. Where have you been?” Gabe said.

“Oh you know, having to deal with being buttplug. After someone forgot to label their jugs after their experiment.”

“Buttplug? So that jock earlier was telling the truth! Fascinating!” Gabe pulled a notepad from his pocket. “Not only did my shrink serum work, it allowed the durability in venturing in another's body! This is great news!”

Caleb sent another glare at Gabe, narrowing his brow. Gabe sheepishly smiled, tapping his fingers together.

“Er! I mean..that’s terrible.” Gabe said. 

Caleb only sighed, turning to the table. He pawed the air, in hopes for the small bottle to manifest in his hand. Oh sweet protein shake, I have failed thee. I just wish I could have seen your glory in person.

Gabe followed his gaze. “Oh, that’s the booth I stopped by earlier.”

Caleb blinked. ”Wait, you were here earlier?”

Gabe nodded, reaching into his pouch as he fetched a slim bottle from inside. A spark lit in Caleb’s eyes, lifting from the floor.

“They had some leftover bottles in the back after the rush. Figured it’d make a potential conductor for the experiment.” Gabe held a bottle to Caleb. “With all the running around, I thought you’d be thirsty so I grabbed you one while I was-”

Caleb’s body moved on his own, the towel around his waist shedding to the floor as he wrapped Gabe in his embrace.

“Gabe, you fantastic nerd! I could almost kiss ya!” Caleb said.

Gabe’s cheeks flushed. “You’re..welcome?”

Parting from Gabe, Caleb took the Bottle. For a moment he stared at the slim plastic between his palms, watching the waves glide across the surface of the purple juice to its plastic walls. Finally, after so long,he finally had it in his grasp.

He twisted off the cap, siphoning its contents as the taste of raspberry flowed along his tongue. Each gulp was like he was being energized, filling his stomach. The plastic bottle crinkled as the last drop trickled down his throat, parting from Caleb’s lips with a loud pop.

“Oh it’s even better than Imagined.” Caleb savored the taste along his lips, drumming his finger along the plump edges of his abs. A faint buzz vibrated along the walls of his stomach, bubbling as if he swallowed pop rock. “I can feel its energy coursing through me. Just like the..wait-”

The sensation spread through his body, and in a flash, he shrank into the folds of the discarded towel. He climbed from the fabric to feet of Gabe, who now stood as tall as the wall surrounding them.

“Gabe..” Caleb began. “Did you remember to wipe your before touching the bottle?”

The sheepish smile returned to Gabe’s face. “Hehe..whoops.”

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[tparker48]

Hi! Idk if this is much on as ask or anything but like, can you post or show the Prompts and requests you were given again? You don’t have to obviously it’s just I like seeing what the prompts were before the story!

Hello there! Thanks for the question. It's no problem at all, I'd be happy to post the prompts that come with the story. Personally, I feel this way others will know if it's based on their request. You can expect this upcoming story to include^^

[tparker48]

(Another sample of the upcoming story. Should be ready to share with you all soon^^)

Caleb gritted his teeth, glaring at the towering jock. His head sunk, facing the ground. “Fine, I’ll..join your stupid program! But this doesn’t-”

Chris snatched Caleb from the table, raising him to the air. “That’s what I’m talking about! By the end of this session you’ll be breathing like a real man!”

Chris snapped his fingers, as the other men flooded out of the living room, exiting through a hall. The path was too dim to see through Chris’s fingers, old trophies and certificates flying past his fist like street signs. The room brightened as they entered a hollow room, long benches stretching from wall to wall. Chris’s fingers unfurled, rolling Caleb upon the flat surface of a mat.

The other jocks quickly began to disrobe themselves, until their bare flanks blossomed from beneath their fabrics. The smell of sweat and dampened wares made Caleb’s head spin, as he stumbled against the side of a water bottle.

“Beatiful smell isn’t it?” Chris said, siphoning the air through his nose. “Like opening a fresh bouquet!”

“A sewer is more like it!” Caleb coughed.

“Nah your lungs just haven't adjusted to it yet. Thankfully, yours truly is gonna whip you in shape.” Chris shed from his clothes, casting them to the floor. His body was a wall of throbbing muscle, a mere flex causing them to bulge along his torso and neck. He turned to Caleb, eyeing him from head to toe. “Finally out of those restricting things. Alright boys! Grab a partner! And let the session commence.”

The other men moved as a unit, taking to the benches in pairs of two. Of the pair one of the men laid on the bench,as the other squatted over them. Caleb winced as the men flexed, and the sound of flatulence erupted through the room. Their sounds were sloppy, like an unharmonized band of trumpets.

Caleb swallowed. Maybe taking up Chris's offer was a bad idea.

Caleb slid into the shadow of the bottle, banking on the hopes of his newfound size to make them forget he was even here. The bottle yanked from his side, Chris holding it in the air.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

“O-oh you know! Was just..waiting for a partner.”

“You already got a partner.” Chris jabbed a thumb towards himself. “Me!”

Caleb! Eyes widened. “You?!”

“Mhm, as the head of this program its up to me, bring in fresh meat. And since you’re my pal, who else but yours truly?”

Chris crashed on the end of the bench. The impact forced Caleb from his feet, as the Jock's Titanic legs splayed across the plump cushions. Caleb found himself trapped between them, leading to the flaccid cock that drooped across Chris’s thigh.

Chris's legs bent, mooning Caleb with his bare backside.

“Well? Don't just stand there, get to work!” Chris said.

[tparker48]

A sneak peek into the current work in progress ^^)

Rubbered squeaks boomed outside, a familiar voice following.

“Can’t believe Caleb left me hanging like that!” Chris said. “It’s a bro code! Never leave bro hanging when the ladies are around!”

Behind his, other voices followed, their tone gruff and husky.

“Can you blame the guy?”

“I’d be running for the hills too if I had to smell your ass.”

“Please, you’re one to talk.” Chris said. “Compared to your ass mine is practically a rose.”

“Sure, your ass smells good alright.”

“Like a dumpsters!”

Laughter filled the crowd of jocks, their voices flowing overhead. A Shadow cast over the duffelbag.

“Hey, any more words from you three and you can find your plugs!” Chris said.

“Sheesh, someone’s touchy.”

“Fine fine, we’ll show mercy.”

Chris gripped the duffle duffle, it counted flinging through the opening as Caleb skittered upon a bench. He covered his head as buttplugs spilled out the opening, pattering the metal platform like rain. The last of rubbered sextoys bounced past, And Caleb opened his eyes.

Prodding his palms around himself, he sighed. Still in one piece. Thank god.

Caleb squeaked as fingers pinched his hide, bringing him to the backside of a chubby jock. The world moved in slow motion, the palm passing the jock’s ample curves, and towards their flank.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for these things all day” The jock’s freehand lowered to their left cheek, prying the mounds apart to reveal their tight pucker.

A chill ran through Caleb as the fingers advanced into the cleft of the Jock’s crack, raising his palms against the orifice. A putrid heat radiated from its flesh, rippling waves soaking sweat into his fingers.

The jock’s fingers flexed, thrusting Caleb against their hole. “Mm! Dang thing’s snagging on the edges.”

Caleb tried his best to keep his hold, but the jock’s thrusts overwhelmed him. Another thrust withered his grasp, the quivering flesh crowing his head. With a flick of the jock's finger the orifice climbed Caleb’ body, casting beyond the world of the locker, and into the narrow tube of their rectum.

[tparker48]

Thank you for answering quickly again I’m just wondering my what the whole prompt was the unaware fart story prompt. Do you have the whole prompt?

Of course^^. Not just yet, once one of the stories arrive is usually when I plan the prompt. There is one story coming up on the list like that, so I'll likely tie that prompt to it^^

[tparker48]

Hello again when I saw the post it was an unaware fart story?

That's right. From what I responded from that message was that I should be able to squeeze a story like that in. It may be a bit, but If it ties to an upcoming story I'll add it to the content for ya^^

[tparker48]

Hello! I saw a notification of you answering a request but now I can’t see it?

Howdy to ya^^. Let's see, I recall answering a request on a post yesterday, were you the request for the male/female scenario on the recent story?

[tparker48]

Request for Johnsmith321sworld The lockers were empty as the university's gym would start its classes for the day. The area would be quiet a

(Follow the link for the previous adventure^^)

Request for Rechtano2 and Snemanden1

“Come on…just a little further..” Tyler twisted the plastic straw through the holes in the jar, nudging it against the metal latch.The metal hinge creaked and groaned, but its iron grip remained on the lid. “Come on..move damn it!”

He rattled the straw, hoping its force would undo its hold. But a frail snap was all it took to rob him of that hope, as the neck of the straw crumpled against the lid. 

Tyler balled his fist, throwing the straw to the other side of the jar. Why the hell don't they make these damn things stronger?

He slumped against the glass wall, before facing forward. Beyond his muddy reflection, a small shed surrounded him. Sunlight bled through withered cracks in the wall, streaking across the cement like lightning as it funneled to the wooden entrance. The second barrier keeping him from the world.

Getting to his feet, he tackled the side of the jar, the edge of the counter he found himself upon, but the container refused to budge.

Slowly a burning sensation plagued his limbs,and he slumped to the glass. A flash of his older life danced in his mind, The sunset peering through the edge of the locker,  his friends gathered around as they prepared for their workouts. It all seemed distant to the hollow room he was in now. 

Shadows danced outside, before two figures entered through the door.

“Fuck is it hot out there!” Brad wiped sweat from the back of his neck, discarding droplets to the wooden door. “Next time the coach reminds us to do some jogging before practice, remind me to hide under the benches.”

“What's wrong? Don’t tell me a little heat is all it takes to make you cave?” Brandon said.

“Fuck off, not all of us can stand burning like you can, you damn camel.”

Brandon and Brad, the cause of his predicament. It’s been days since those lugheads robbed him of his livelihood, reducing his life to this jar upon like some trinket. It’s rare to see the two of them together with their tight schedules at the gym. It made Tyler grimace at the thought.

They closed the door, kicking their gear to cushioned chairs near crates along the wall.

“I swear all this sweat is giving me such a fucking wedgie!” Brad dwindled his fingers against the leg holes of his shorts. He glanced towards Tyler, and he smirked. “Hey, Tyler!”

Tyler turned to the wall behind. Just ignore him. Just ignore him.

A row of fingers clumped the side of the glass, flinging him to the bottom of the jar. The other palm cupped the top, as Brad shook the jar, thrashing Tyler across the walls like a pinball. 

“Don’t think you can ignore me, bitch! I know you hear me!”

“Alright Alright!” Tyler yelled, the jar’s shakes ceasing.

“Ah, there he is!” Brad brought the jar to his face, his chiseled mug distorting in the smears along the glass. “All it took was a few nudges to get you squawking. You rest well?”

Tyler’s vision swirled, and he stumbled to his feet. “Spare me the pleasantries..you and I both know you don’t care about how I feel.”

The jock chuckled. “Good, so I didn’t knock that noggin’ of yours out of place.”

Brad gave the jar another shake, before unfastening the lid, dumping Tyler onto his palm. Tyler stumbled along the plump edges of Brad’s palm, before it sealed around his body like a snake

“Enough of the warm up, Brad!” Brandon said coldy, tossing his worn shirt to the couch. “The runt needs his energy fully charged for his superiors.”

Tyler gritted as Brad’s thumb laid on his head, forcing a pop from his neck. “You lugheads are not my superiors!”

“Oh yeah? That’s rich” Brandon said. “From where we’re standing I’d say we are.”

Brad’s thumb increased, stuffing Tyler in his fist. “And what we say goes, shrimp boy.”

With a brief squeeze, Brad flung Tyler to the couch, the small jock ricocheting from the cushions. Tyler barely got to his feet before Brad crashed upon the couch, uprooting the middle cushions as it catapulted Tyler against the jock’s hairy thigh.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” Tyler yelled.

“If I wanted to you would be already, but then we’d have to find a new rag.” Brad replied. “Speaking of, you’ve got ass duty today!” 

Brad shifted his thigh, steamrolling Tyler beneath its bulk like lint. The jock’s weight was like a semi truck, sending a burning sensation through his limbs as the leg rolled to the other side.  Stumbling to his feet, Tyler ran towards the end of the couch, only for Brad’s soles to land on his back.

Brad chuckled at Tyler’s efforts to wiggle free. “Not so fast, butt rag, my ass is this way.” 

The balls of Brad’s soles latched Tyler’s shoulders like claws, raking him across the couch’s leathery surface and against his bulge of his crotch. 

A symbol of a hawk decorated the jokstraps pouch.  Tyler’s gaze narrowed, that was his jockstrap. When he first bought the pair all those weeks ago, It was a sign of pride, of discipline as he wore them in the gym. Seeing them wrapped around Brad’s junk was an insult. Its red sheen had deteriorated, half of the hawk’s beak withered by the exposure of sweat soaked into its wooled fiber.

A jab from Brad drew him from his thoughts. “Hey! Don’t go spacing out on us now, you’ve got cleaning to do.”

Another jab knocked Tyler from the bulge,as Brad bent his legs. Two muscular moons bloomed from beneath his legs. Fingers dug into the crack, pulling them apart as strings of sweat parted from the glutes. His ass was putrid, as if a trash bag had burst and dried along the wrinkly folds.

Tyler’s head swirled. No way in hell I’m going in there!

Tyler backpedaled, only to be stopped by Brad’s palm.

“Why the hell don’t you use soap?!” Tyler said.

Brad laughed. “Soap? I'm not wasting my precious axe on a mite no bigger than my dick. Nah, you don’t get the privilege of that.”

“The only privilege you have is that you’re too much of a pansy to do it yourself!"

Brad bit his lip. “Oh you’ve got some nerve. You want soap, eh? Try this on for size.”

  Fingers fumbles Tyler's waist, perching upon his shoulders. His head rang as one laid upon his head, driving him to Brad’s backside. A plume of carbon belched from the jock’s oily sphincter, and Tyler’s body locked, heaving into his stomach to rebuke the putrid flatulence, filling his lungs. 

He splayed his palms along the rim of the orifice, gritting beneath the finger’s weight. “What the hell did you eat?!”

“Peanuts.” Brad sucked on his own teeth, another burst of gas fuming to Tyler’s nose  “Thought I’d try something new to get my carbs up to par. Shit went through me like butter.”

Tyler flared his nostrils. “Well, aren't you a healthy one? If only you cared about your hygiene like the things you put inside you!”

“Hah! As if I need health advice from a piss ant!” Brad said. “Care about the things I put inside me, huh? Let's start with you then.”

Brad jabbed his finger into Tyler’s side, breaking his hold along one of the muscular folds as he plunged into the maw of Brad’s anus. 

The orifice engulfed Tyler’s shoulders, compacting him against the inner sphincter pinching his nose. It was like being squeezed through the bottle neck of a vice, the smell of sweat and dried turds marinating his skin.

A firm clench drew him deeper, and the leathered cushions of the couch vanished from beneath his feet. Tyler wrestled the throbbing walls to retreat, only for a suction to draw him back in. 

“Get your ass off me, you ass!” Tyler rattled his muscular cage.

Brad rocked his hips. 

Brad chuckled, swirling Tyler’s legs around his hole like a Q-tip.  “What? Not liking how much ‘care’ I'm giving you? I’m hurt. Speaking of hurt, the last of my breakfast wants to say hello.”

The inner orifice swelled over Tyler, pushing his head through its tight kiss to the chamber beyond. The smell of digested protein was sharp, searing into his lungs. Loud burbling echoed deeper in the chamber, before heat engulfed the space. Every breath was like breathing in ash, his eyes watering to the fight salted droplets trickling from the folds.

Brad’s anus honked as air squeezed past Tyler’s shoulders, turning to a brief hiss as Brad shoved Tyler up to his waist.

“Really doing a shitty job in there.” Brad scoffed. “I can feel the bubbles slipping through my hole. Make yourself useful for once.” 

Tyler wriggled in place, but couldn’t muster enough strength to budge the ring's grip. He wheezed as a finger dove into between his legs, a rigid finger docking against his hole. With a shove the finger forced the rest of him inside, the ring shriveling as it sealed him in the dark depth of brads.

“Fu-!..fuckin-!...” Tyler tried to speak, folds of ample flesh clinging to his face like a blanket. He stomped against the dough walls, only for them to morph around his limbs. “Let me out of here!”

Tyler punched the doughy folds. They clung to his limbs like a plastic bag, stiffening as they forced them to his side. Brad moaned, the upper wall lathering Tyler thick fluid

“That’s it, beat into my ass.” Brad said, steady thumps echoing above. “May be a shitty fart muffler, but you sure as hell make a good vibrator.”

“Ay! Don’t go tiring the bitch out before I’ve had my way with him!” Brandon said, his voice watered down by the symphony of Brad’s bowels.

“Fuck off, I’m just getting started.” Brad said. “Just sit in the corner like a good boy and you’ll..Hey!”

The chamber thrashed as the jocks tussled, Rattling Tyler from wall to wall. A loud thud thumped from outside, Brad releasing a groan. What the hell are those two doing out there?! 

The passage ahead compressed, pushing Tyler down as the tight kiss of the pucker met his feet. Fingers pinched his toes, fishing him into humid air. Brad slumped against the armrest, his fingers digging into the cushion.  The world spun to a now naked Brandon, as the jock smiled.

“Hello again, runt.” Brandon dangled Tyler before himself. “Don’t think I’m gonna let you forget about me.”

Tyler balled his fists. “I’m not your damn sex toy!”

 Tyler punched Brad’s nose. It bounced from its pointed ridges like rubber pellets, causing Brandon to smile.

“Least you still got some kick in you.” Brandon chuckled. “Unlike your punches.”

“Hey..you dirty cheat!” Brad pawed the couch, sending Brandon  stare. “That bitch belongs in my ass, you wait your turn!”

Brandon scoffed. “Does he now? Well then it sounds like I better give him back then.”

Tyler’s stomach twisted as Brandon wrapped him into a fist. His palms were damp, clinging to Tyler’s body like stickers. As if the smell weren’t bad enough. The walls  compressed around him, forcing his feet past the jock’s pinky. A squelch lingered below, a surface wrapping around his ankles. 

Brandon’s finger unfurled, and Tyler’s eyes widened. Below him the jock’s member throbbed, it gummy slit wrapped around his feet.

“What the hell?!” Tyler yelled.

“What? Shocked you haven't seen a real man’s dick before?” Brandon chuckled. “ Wouldn’t be surprised.”

Tyler’s chest tightened. Has the bastard gone crazy?! Like hell will I just sit back and be used as a sounding rod!”

Tyler wiggled his legs, bucking the shroomed tips against Brndon’s abs. The jock moaned rumbled the air, the fist holding Tyler tightening.

“That's it, just a little more and just might get just the spot.”

Tyler’s cheeks flushed, head butting Brandon’s palm. “You’re not using me for your pleasures!”

“Not in my palm you're not!”

Brandon’s fingers fumbled to Tyler's shoulder, weighing into them like anchors. The tender clamp that once clamped his feet softened, melting from his touch like quicksand as the tip of the cock yawned wider, swallowing more of Tyler. Tyler punched at the fingers restraining him, before pounding at the tender head, only to receive a moan from Brandon.

Brandon pinched Tyler arms to his sides, corkscrewing his chest inside his member. They dispersed from the tip as it throbbed in place, Tyler’s head poking out of the tip. The gummy orifice tightened around his head like a neckbrace, seed spilling past his ears and down the barreled length of his ass.

“Brandon!” Tyler began, his jaw stiffened by flesh beneath it. “Let me out!”

“Don’t worry, you're a tiny little head, my little cock astronaut.” Brandon mused, rubbing a finger over Tyler’s hair. He turned to Brad. “You’re about to take another trip through the black hole.”

With a flick along his shaft Brandon turned to Brad, gripping the jock’s glutes.

“Hey!” Brad jumped. “Watch the goods, I’m no fucking bottom!!”

“You are today. Consider a consequence for making me wait. ” Brandon mused, aligning his cock into the narrow valley of Brad’s crack.

Flesh rubbed against hair the pucker docked upon Tyler, welcoming him with sewery belch. Without warning, Brandon locked hips with Brad, sinking his length into the depths of his rectum. The sweat and seed salted Tyler’s lips, the shaft plowing through the tight tunnel until it crashed into a bulbous lump inside a meat pocket. It smothers Tyler against its hide like stamp, thuds thumping outside.

Brad’s sharp, airy grunts rattled the chamber.  “Will you take it easy?! That’s my prostate damn it!”

“Quit your bitching…I’m almost done.” Brandon replied.

Brandon’s thrusts increased, ramming into Tyler against Brad’s prostate. Tyler gritted, turning his head to slide along the smooth bulb. I’m gonna hurl, I don’t know how much shaking I can take!

Thick fluid engulfed Tyler’s soles, the urethral tunnel beginning to swell. Brandon cock rippled as seed erupted from the chamber, shooting Tyler through the tight tube. He crashed against an arch in the rectal walls, Milky bubbles polluting the narrow space with its salty aroma.

“Fuck, that was worth the wait.” Brandon sighed.

“Glad you’ve had your fun.” Brad said. “Now get the hell off!”

Seed sloshed as Brad shifted, battering Tyler against the now drenched walls. Gravity tilted, turning the steady seed into a whirlpool. Ejected from Brad’s ass, Tyler was sent into a free fall, tumbling upon a tainted napkin tucked between Brad's feet.

Tyler winced at the dry sensation in his throat, spitting cum from his tongue. “You two..are sick!”

“Don’t be such a sour puss.” Brandon said, massaging his flaccid cock, letting the white drizzle ooze into his fingers. “You should be honored to even bathe in my seed.

“Hey!” Brad interrupted. “If you’re done oggling over the fucker, I’d like to continue my share often fun. I’m fucking blue balled here!”

Brandon let out a soft sigh. “Always so impatient.”

Brandon plucked Tyler by his legs using his body like a squeegee as strings of seed dripped to the floor. “Take him, my nuts already got what they came for.”

With a careless flick, Brandon tossed Tyler to Brad, before sitting on the couch.

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “You..”

“It's just you and me now, musk rag.” Brad mused. “My ass was just starting to miss you!”

Tyler writhed in the jocks grasp, but the fist iron grip only allowed his head to move freely. The palm lowered between the jock's legs, tender pucker blossoming from between the cleft like a flower.

“Pucker up, I’ve still got more gas with your name on it.”

With that, the world dimmed, the gummy orifice clinging to Tyler's face like a mask. 

The humiliation of being used like this, it burned Tyler to his core. His heart begged him to fight back, to defy the musky overlords keeping him here. But his body didn’t respond, his limbs spent on energy as they floundered off the ample back side like noodles. He couldn’t do anything, but stare into the dark, murky abyss that laid beyond the kiss of Brad’s anus.

The silhouettes of tree branches decorated the walls as the sun set, and Brad’s breath grew fierce. Tyler wheezed at the fist’s clenches, before ropes of seed strung from the tip of the cock, to bumpy hills of the jock’s abs.

Brad gasped,  staring at the ceiling. “Fuck..I needed that.”

Lazily the fingers around Tyler loosened, and fell to the couch. With shaken limbs he pawed the ahead. Have to..get away..from here.

The edge of the cushion slowly approached, and reached a hand inside. Two moons of wrinkly flesh darkened the cushion, as Brad’s testicles caved the small gap, slammed at Tyler’s back.

“Best fap of my life.”Brad loomed over his legs, rocking a testicle over Tyler. “For a pint sized runt you sure are handy for getting my wank on.”

“About time you finished.” Brandon flared his nose. “Another second of your senseless farting and my nose might have fallen off.”

“What’s wrong, hound dog?” Brad waggled his rump. “Your precious nose can’t take a hit from the dutch oven? Maybe that’ll teach you to fuck me before I had fun.”

“Hmph..” Brandon fastened his pants before getting to his feet. “Enough daddling, the boys are waiting on us to watch the game.”

“Oh! Are our universities facing our rivals again?! Those slouches are gonna get creamed this time?” Brad said.

Tyler wheezed as Brad shifted, his chiseled mug looming overhead like the sunset beyond the will window.

“Looks like our play time has come to an end, Tyler.” Brad tugged the loose hood of his cock over Tyler. He prodded the oily tip across his back, angling the slit just behind Tyler’s head.  “It was so nice of you to help us cool off.”

With a push, darkness swallowed Tyler’s vision as the slit engulfed his head, resting upon his shoulders like a helmet. Trapped seed smothered his face, lubricating his palms as their blows bounced from the cock’s pudgy hide.

The cushion of the couch faded as Brad stood, the tender appendage rattling between his legs. Eventually the jock stopped,  a clench ejecting Tyler from the maw of the slit as he landed back into the jar.

Tyler spat seed from his mouth, pounding the walls. “You bastards! You two can’t keep me in here!”

Brandon chuckled. “Of course we can.”

“You don’t get a say in what we can or can’t do…” Brad turned, splaying his ass over the lid of the jar. “Afterall, you’re our pet now!”

Air crackled through the orifice, its stench tainting the once cool air. The last of the jock’s flatulence, squeezed out of him with a watery hiss, before he fastened the lid.

“Hold that for me, consider it a thank you from your masters.” Brad snickered.

Tyler's palm slid across the foggy glass, stumbling to its side. Through watered eyes the two jocks began to depart, talking amongst themselves as they centered toward the door. The sliver of acknowledgement was only a mere glance from two, before they disappeared beyond the door, joining the world outside, as Tyler stayed there.

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“Come on…just a little further..” Tyler twisted the plastic straw through the holes in the jar, nudging it against the metal latch.The metal hinge creaked and groaned, but its iron grip remained on the lid. “Come on..move damn it!”

He rattled the straw, hoping its force would undo its hold. But a frail snap was all it took to rob him of that hope, as the neck of the straw crumpled against the lid. 

Tyler balled his fist, throwing the straw to the other side of the jar. Why the hell don't they make these damn things stronger?

He slumped against the glass wall, before facing forward. Beyond his muddy reflection, a small shed surrounded him. Sunlight bled through withered cracks in the wall, streaking across the cement like lightning as it funneled to the wooden entrance. The second barrier keeping him from the world.

Getting to his feet, he tackled the side of the jar, the edge of the counter he found himself upon, but the container refused to budge.

Slowly a burning sensation plagued his limbs,and he slumped to the glass. A flash of his older life danced in his mind, The sunset peering through the edge of the locker,  his friends gathered around as they prepared for their workouts. It all seemed distant to the hollow room he was in now. 

Shadows danced outside, before two figures entered through the door.

“Fuck is it hot out there” Brad wiped sweat from the back of his neck, discarding droplets to the wooden door. “Next time the coach reminds us to do some jogging before practice, reminds me to hide under the benches.”

“What's wrong? Don’t tell me a little heat is all it takes to make you cave?” Brandon said.

“Fuck off, not all of us can stand burning like you can, you damn camel.”

Brandon and Brad, the cause of his predicament. It’s been days since those lugheads robbed him of his livelihood, reducing his life  to this jar upon like some trinket. It’s rare to see the two of them together with their tight schedules at the gym. It made Tyler grimace at the thought.

They closed the door, kicking their gear to cushioned chairs near crates along the wall. Tyler turned his body to the opposite wall. Just as turned, a shadow engulfed the jar.

“I swear all this sweat is giving me such a fucking wedgie!” Brad’s dwindled his fingers against the leg holes of his shorts. He glanced towards Tyler, and he smirked. “Hey, Tyler!”

Tyler turned to the wall behind. Just ignore him. Just ignore him.

A row of fingers clumped the side of the glass, flinging him to the bottom of the jar. The other palm cupped the top, as Brad shook the jar, thrashing Tyler across the walls like a pinball. 

“Don’t think you can ignore me, bitch! I know you hear me!”

“Alright Alright!” Tyler yelled, the jar’s shakes ceasing.

“Ah, there he is!” Brad’s brought the jar to his face, his chiseled mug distorting in the smears along the glass. “All it took was a few nudges to get you squawking. You rest well?”

Tyler’s vision swirled, and he stumbled to his feet. “Spare me the pleasantries..you and I both know know you don’t care about how I feel.”

The jock chuckled. “Good, so I didn’t knock that noggin’ of yours out of place.”

Brad gave the jar another shake, before unfastening the lid, dumping Tyler onto his palm. Tyler stumbled along the plump edges of Brad’s palm, before it sealed around his body like a fist

“Enough of the warm up, Brad!” Brandon said coldy, tossing his worn shirt to the couch. “The runt needs his energy fully charged for his superiors.”

Tyker gritted as Brad’s thumb laid on his head, forcing a pop from his neck. “You lugheads are not my superiors!”

“Oh yeah? That’s rich” Brandon said. “From where we’re standing I’d say we are.”

Brad’s thumb increased, stuffing Tyler in his fist. “And what we say goes, shrimp boy.”

With a brief squeeze, Brad flung Tyler to the couch, the small jock ricocheting from the cushions. Tyler barely got to his feet before Brad crashed upon the couch, uprooting the middle cushions as it catapulted Tyler against the jock’s hairy thigh.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” Tyler yelled.

“If I wanted to you would be already, but then we’d have to find a new rag.” Brad replied. “Speaking of, you’ve got ass duty today!” 

Brad shifted his thigh, steamrolling Tyler pinned beneath its bulk like lint. The jock’s weight was like a semi truck, sending a burning sensation through his limbs as the leg rolled to the other side.  Stumbling to his feet, Tyler ran towards the end of the couch, only for Brad’s soles to land on his back.

Brad chuckled at Tyler’s efforts to wiggle free. “Not so fast, butt rag, my ass is this way.”

[tparker48]

I have a question

What time zone are you? Because I see you post at like 4am or really early morning for me at least.

You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to lol

No worries, thanks for the question. On my side of the world I go by central standard time in the US. Usually around time I submit post are often near midnight after editing.

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Hope everyone is having a good macro march so far, hopefully you'll manage to through the month without stomped. or glomped, heh. got plenty of stories coming up to celebrate the month, starting with an addition to the Brandon and Brad story. You should expect to see a sneak peek come Saturday. in the meantime, I hope you all are having a great week, and will keep you all posted ^^

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Request for annonymous

“Let's see..reroute the wire, hook it up to the power supply…” Nix dwindled through wiry fibers, connecting them to a conduit along the plastic walls of the machinery. 

He secured them to a small circuit module, resetting the coolant features. Fixing an ice maker, is this what my science degree has come too?

Loud knocks rattled the container. “Come on, Nix, can’t you get this thing working?”

“You know how complicated it is to rewire one of these things?” Nix rubbed his ears. “It’s an older model, it requires a delicate process!” 

“You’ve said that for the last thirty minutes, the girls are getting thirsty out here. Can’t I just, I don’t know, whack it?” 

“No, you can’t whack it! Tell them to get a juice box or something!”

He hooked the wires around the sockets of the metal box.  He stamped against the rubbery panel guarding the cold container,as  chunks of ice trickled down the metallic slide. That should do it. As the clutter cleared, he used the slide to exit the ice maker, sliding into a half filled bucket of ice as party goers surrounded the table. 

“The ice maker is back online!” He announced, signaling a roaring cheers from the crowd. They rushed the table in waves, metal scoops chipping the edges of the machine, digging into the ice near the nerd’s feet. “Hey hey! Not all at once now!”

He managed to keep his distance from the descending scoopers, seeking refuge along the edge of the bucket as he climbed out. He huddled against a patch of space into the crowd, fiddling at his wrist watch as he grew in size.

He wobbled atop the wooden furniture, a steady throb coursing his neck. Sheesh, Now I know how cave divers feel. My back is killing me.

A familiar laughter filled the air as his friend Mal approached. He held his palms in the air, the bulk of his chest separating the crowd from the table.

“Ay that's what I like to see! Give it up for my bro, the ice slayer!” He yelled, his claps a beacon for the crowd joined him.

Nix rolled his rolled eyes. He fixes a simple wire and they act like he just killed a dragon. The jock reached a balled palm toward Nix, as they bumped fists.

“Nix, my bro! Way to go with fixing the ice maker. The boys have been trying to fix that thing for weeks. Guess it just needed a nerd’s touch.

“More like a whole model.” Nix dusted frost clumping his shoulder.  “You know when you said you wanted to treat me to a party, Mal, I figured it'd be to join in, not play tech support.”

“Come on, don't be like that. You’re the only one with that shrink thing. You think these big hands can fit in there. Hah! Nah, bro.”

Nix rolled his eyes, following the jock through the crowd. The two of them were bunk mates during the early freshman year. The party man many in the dorms would call him. Every Wednesday he'd gather whoever was in the area, reeling them into a night of drinking and activities. Unfortunately, Nix got swept into his group of party animals. And his one peaceful space between dorms turned into a circus.

They approached an island near the kitchen, guests swarming around its corners like fish as beverages filled their hands. Two jocks toppled the sea of people, their voices to rival the thundering speakers. One of the jocks swung an arm, sending cold droplets into Nix’s curly hair.

 “Hey! Watch where you’re spilling that thing!” The nerd yelled, wiping himself with his sleeve.

“It’s just a few droplets. No harm done.” Mal said.

“That’s how it starts!” He rolled his sleeve along his wrist, ushering through the crowd. “ Those mere droplets could be the very key to making me sick for a week. And you wouldn’t even know it!”

The jock shook his head, placing a palm on Nix’s shoulder. “You’re getting all tense for nothing, bro. I think you're in real need of a drink. Ay! Someone get this guy a drink!”

A jock near the island poured two glasses, sliding them to Mal. 

“Ah, right on time.”Mal handed one of the glasses to Nix. He swirled his glass, before siphoning the liquid inside.

“Speaking of drinks, don’t you think you outta slow down” Nix sipped his glass, savoring the fruity beverage that trickled down his throat. “The last time you drank this much you could barely walk. And you’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m carrying your ass up the steps again.”

“Relax, I barely had that much to drink. One or two at best.”

“You had five!”

Mal paused, before continuing his sip. “Like I said…Not much.” 

Nix rolled his eyes. “Right.”

A loud clunk pierced the air, a crowd of football players huddling near the TV. One of the jocks banged their fist against the metal edge, cursing under his breath. 

Their gaze turned to Nix. “Hey, tech boy, the TV's busted again!”

Nix sighed. Great, another call for help. And I barely finished my drink.

“Looks like the nerd duty calls.” Mal mused.

Nix glared at the jock, before advancing from the island. Their discussion was far from over, not until the message was drilled through that thick skull of his. For now, he had a TV to fix. It barely took a minute to reconfigure the TV antenna, before the broadcast of the varsity’s football team displayed on the screen.

He looked toward the island, only to find Mal mingling with two chicks. Nix barely managed a step before a crowd swarmed him, ushering him to the microphone booth for Karaoke. Through Rigid shoulders Mal’s husk build grew smaller, vanishing into the sea of party goers.

This was going to be a long night.

—-----

The next few hours were spent zipping to and from the corners of the frat house. It was like there was no end to the many students who needed help. ‘Fix the sink!” one would say. ‘Can't you use that doohickey to get it?’ another would say. Their demands banged inside Nix like a migraine, rattling his mind than the speakers that boomed through the air. 

The peak of the evening came and went, as Nix found himself shrunk upon a table. Through heavy eyelids the vibrant pink and yellow strobes of lights flickered, dancing upon the smooth heads of ping pong balls surrounding him.

“I really need to start charging for my assistance.” He sighed, shoving a plastic ball to the floor.

A chime rang from his watch, a screen displaying a half full battery. Throughout tonight’s uses he had almost forgotten about it. The science committee was discreet about its battery longevity. ‘Utilize the device’s as minimally as possible to preserve the cores energy. Exceed no more than 2 feet tall.’, he remembered one of the researcher’s say. It’s been hours since I’ve used this thing. I’d better call it a night before its circuit shuts down.

He dangled his legs over the edge of the wooden table, regrowing himself back to size as he traversed through the party floor. His legs felt like jelly, his own weight throwing him off balance as if he were on a swivel. Glowsticks flashed his eyes, some ricocheting underfoot. 

“Where the hell is that oaf?” He held a hand over his eyes. A group of jocks huddled near the stair case, as he approached them. Hey, have you seen a guy by the name of Mal? He’s a bit round, likes to drink,  says bro alot?”

“Oh Mal, Yeah we saw him busting a move on some chicks earlier in the party.” one of the jock said, jabbing a thumb towards the metal steps. “Went stumbling up there with them. Hasn’t been down since.”

“Of course he did.” Nix passed the jocks, climbing the steps. “As if my legs weren’t aching enough.”

“Ay, when ya do catch up to Mal. Ask him if he made it to first base,” Grinding against their own fist. “Or second baase.”

Nix’s cheeks flushed, darting his gaze to the metal railing. “I’ll..relay that message.”

He climbed the metal steps to a narrow pathway. The flashing lights of the dance floor funneled behind him, leaving a dim passageway as if he stepped into a dungeon. I can barely see a thing up here, are they sure Mal came up here?”

The path widened as he turned the corner. Thick wooden doors guarded the hall, stretching across the decorated football equipment until they reached a picture of a small football trophy at the end of the corridor

Laughter echoed further ahead, a door swinging open as two chicks stepped out. Their crop tops hung from their shoulders like capes, both holding a small cup in their hand. Nix hid behind the corner wall as they approached.

“Well that was eventful..” one of the women said.

“Eventful? I’d hardly call that a good time, all that swooning and the guy knocks out before the fun started.” the second woman said.

“The most mid hour I’ve ever had. Wonder if the party is still going on?”

They continued their gossip as they made their way back to the party, disappearing beyond the steps. Swooning over them, huh? Definitely sounds like Mal.

He approached the half cracked door, peering inside. The air reeked of perfume and dirty socks, pairs of shorts and underwear discarded at the head of a mattress. A bare foot bloomed from the sheets, as Mal’s chiseled mug blossomed from the mountain of pillows. Snores rang from him, as he tossed and turned in his sleep. 

Nix palmed his face. I tell him, I tell him a thousand times. Don’t drink too much! But does he listen?! No, of course not!

He approached the edge of the bed, peering over the slumbering jock.

“Hey..” He nudged the jock’s shoulder. No response. “Mal! Wake up man!”

He nudged harder, lifting jock’s shoulder from the bed. Mal’s face scrunched burying himself beneath the sheets. 

“Nrgh!..hold your horses…I’m almost…done with my..drink..” Mal mumbled.

“Seriously? He went from drinking to now dreaming of drinking? Give me a break.” Nix said.

Nix’s knees cave,  throwing himself against the plump edge of the mattress. The adrenaline from the work load was wearing off, he could barely move without his legs crumbling like sticks.

Through heavy eyelids Mal rolled to the other side of the mattress, creating a small gap. Nix stared at the empty space. I’d rather sleep in my dorm room, But I fear that won’t be an option in my condition.

Nix crawled into the empty space, curling on his side. The sheets reeked of sandalwood, but of all else it was comfy enough to let himself melt into their doughy embrace. He stared at a corner in the room, the abyss of the room swirling into his vision.

A cool breeze flowed  from a cracked window, sending a chill up his spin. “Who leaves a window open in the middle of the winter?”

He fanned behind him to draw a portion of the sheets from Mal, rolling beneath its layer. He froze as his palm laid on a warm surface. Its surface squished against his fingers like dough, its surface sticking to his skin like tape. He traced his fingers around its dome shape, before retracting it back. Please don’t let that be what I think it is..

He peeked beneath the sheets to his side. Engulfing the space was the chiseled torso of Mal. His hand laid tucked between two of the jock drummed thighs, his shaft resting against it. It draped over his wrist like a scarf, nuzzling its shroomed tip into his index finger.

Nix flushed red, shoving his palm against the jock’s upper thigh. Why the hell is he naked? I thought he was done when those girls left.

His heart skipped a beat as Mal took a sharp inhale. He tucked the sheet behind himself, using it as a barrier to separate the two of them. 

“Nrgh! What’s with all the shoving, Girl?..” Mal grumbled, the sheets shifting as he rolled in place, an arm swayed through the air, stamping into the pillows. “Huh..where’d you go?”

Nix kept still, facing the dark wall as he wiped his palm against the mattress. He could still feel the cock’s warmth on his hand, tingling skin like a sticker’s after it’s been pulled off. Behind him Mal shifted. He wouldn't dare look back, less he’d see the sour gaze of the jock. Just act normal, just keep to your side and things will..

He paused as an arm reached around him, anchoring his shoulder.

“There you are.”

Nix gripped the soft edge of the mattress, but Mal’s grip was fierce. With a firm yank, his fingers peeled from the mattress, rolling the jock’s bicep. The thick appendage wrapped around Nix like a tendril, dragging him beneath the heavy sheets. 

Mal pulled Nix toward himself, cradling the small nerd into the bulk. The jock wreaked of sandalwood, the plump edges of his pecs sandwiching Nix’s face like styrofoam.

“Damn…you’re a chunky one, you feel like..pillow.” Mal hummed, hugging the nerd harder. “A very soft..pillow.”

Nix strained against the jock’s oily chest. His ears rang as the wall of muscle hardened against them, the throbbing in his head syncing with the jock’s heartbeat. He tried to protest, but his jaw clenched shut, the pecs before him wrapping around his chin like a muzzle. I am not some damn pillow!

Nix pawed against the jock’s ribs, but efforts only caused Mal to giggle. An arm brushed through the nerd head.

 “No need to be shy…” Mal murmured, his words rumbling through his chest. “I’m a real..teddy bear..”

 Nix flared his nostrils, only for the humidity between the pecs, sending another sharp sting in his nose. Damn it, you big oaf! Wake up!

Nix continued his efforts, pressing into the broad shoulders of the jock. The arms around his body tightened, burying deeper into the underside of Mal's chest. He pawed against the jock’s doughy gut. There has to be a nerve, a rib, something to get himself free.

Nix pinched Mal’s side, and the arm at his back flung away, replaced by the soft touch of the mattress as it spooned his back like a cloud. Never had he thought he’d be the jock, that hug nearly turned him into a nutcracker.

 He leaned over the edge to get to his feet, but pressure engulfed his wrist. He followed his arm to a slumbering jock, his palm buried beneath his backside as he snored at the ceiling.

“Oh for the love of..” Nix palmed his face. He wiggled his wrist from side to side, but Mal wouldn’t budge.  His weight sunk into the mattress like a boulder, taking Nix with it as he leaned toward him. He pressed a foot against his side, nudging Mal to the other half of the mattress “Will you..get off already?!”

Nix struck his foot into Mal’s gut, and the jock grunted. The bed springs screamed as Mal rolled onto Nix’ side, flattening him against the mattress. The slither of the light on the ceiling darkened, as the plump curves of jock’s chest loomed overhead.

“Wait-”

He began, his words clogged as the bulbed tip of the left pec plunged into his mouth. Its skin carried a tangy taste of orange juice, camouflaged by the pungent smell of sweat and withered cologne. The twisted concoction sent a tingle through his tongue, causing the nerd to shrivel up like a clam.

“Oh..you’re a freaky one..” Mal said, each word vibrating Nix’s teeth. A palm cradled the back of the nerd’s head. “You..you went through all that..just to suck my nips?”

Nix flared his nostrils. Suck on your nips?! I’m trying to wake you up!

Nix pressed into the corners of Mal's chest, prying his lips from the pec. He barely managed to gasp, before the hand at his head forced him back. A faint pressure cushioned against his thighs, its nudges syncing with the steady thumbs of the jock’s heart beat.

“Damn..You’re getting me all excited. I’m down.”

Nix’s blood ran cold, eyeing the slumbering jock that buried beneath one of the thick pillows. His mind flashed with the events of the night. Playing tech support, tending to the baseless needs of the frats downstairs, even getting lost in the ping pong balls. None of that had rivaled the predicament he found himself in now.

Nix froze as Mal’s legs spread over his waist. A gust of musk belched from the depth of the sheets, as the jock humped against. Mal’s cock jabbed against his thigh, probing against his crotch. No! No! No!

Nix angled his hip away from the throbbing muscle, rattling against Mal’s thigh as if they were barricades. The fingers at the back of his head tightened, holding him against the jock’s chest. Mal moans grew louder, heaving his cock into Nix. It struck beneath the leg hole of his shorts, and Nix stiffened. Its warmth engulfed his inner thigh, its shroomed head caving against his crotch like a sponge.

“Damn..you feel so good. So..tight.” Mal lifted a leg, curling it against Nix’s side. The hand at Nix’s head slid as Mal adjusted, allowing the nerd to part from the pec as he gasped.

“What..the hell!” Nix said, gagging at the smell of salt on his breath, and the thin hairs that flossed between his teeth.

A heightened moan was all that responded. Mal’s chin tilted against Nix’s next. His trimmed beard raked his neck like sand paper, as the jocks bombarded him with sloppy kisses. I can’t take any more of this! He’s too damn clingy!

Nix palmed the side of Mal’s face, prying it away. At that moment, he eyed his shrink watch. He shook his wrist as the screen flickered on. The science club was strict about using it in close proximity to another. In normal circumstances he wouldn't dare break that rule. But at a time like this, he didn’t care. Taking a penalty was better than being humped to death by a slumbering tank.

He wrapped around Mal’s thick neck, fiddling with the watch’s screen. In a flash Nix reduced in size, The chest expanding as he wedged into the slim crease between his pecs. He felt like a hot dog inside a bun, the jock’s weight crushing him on all sides. The predicament wasn’t ideal, but at least he wasn’t locked in Mal’s Iron grip.

He clung to the dampened skin surrounding him, shimmying his shoulder to propel himself through the pectoral cave. A burning sensation plagued his shoulder, spread to his lower half as he wriggled up the lining of Mal’s chest. A slither of light shined beyond the peak of the pectorals, the blinds of the window flickering beyond a tight gap. He was almost out, just a little further and he’ll be..

A snort rattled his core as Mal groaned.

“Nuh?..Where’d you go?” Mal groaned. “I..was just about to blow my load.”

Oh thank god, he’s awake!

Nix wriggled within the tight space, gritting against his aching limbs he bucked himself through the miniscule space. The pectorals softened as Mal rolled over, allowing Nix to fill his lungs with the cool air. Finally, I can..

A palm rose from the darkness, clamping his upper half. A slimy coating dampened the fingers as they prodded his sides, creating unceremonious squelches. The pungent scent hit his senses like a truck, and Nix scrunched his face. This wasn’t any regular coating, it was pre! Fresh pre at that.

He gritted as the palm yanked him from the muscular chest, a disgruntled groan echoing beyond them.

“Damn..What made you so small, girl?”

Nix growled. Damn it! I’m not a girl, you idiot!

The small nerd flailed his legs, the tips of Mal’s fingers, brushing against his waist.  He froze as Mal’s middle  finger scooped between his legs, resting atop his rear. He winced as the ragged finger seared into his shorts. Its weight pushed his inside into his gut, his anus throbbing to hold its defenses. Nix kicked Mal's wrist, only for them to be engulfed by the other palm.

Mal’s fingers pinched Nix’s waistband, static crackling as they draped at his ankles. The jock’s finger advances against him, his index finger plunging into his anus. The sheer protrusion caused Nix’s  body to lock, his anus spasming along the tip of the finger. Slowly  It began to pump, compressed air creating a suction that dragged him across Mal’s palm.

“You're rather loose…for someone so tiny. I think..I  can make this work.”

Mal pulled the sheets from  his legs, straightening himself to the headboard. His body was like a shadow, his lower half blending with the comforter. The only presence of separating them, was the tender sway of his cock. Its scent was intoxicating, the smell of sweat and fresh jizz sending a sting through Nix’s nose.

Nix reached for his watch, but was too late. Mal’s palm wrapped around his torso, forcing his arms to straighten, save for his flailing legs. The warmth of the jock’s cock against his rear, and Nix whimpered. I’m fucked!

Adjusting his grip, Mal thrusted his hips forward, plunging his cock inside Nix. His inside swelled around its bulk, the heavy throb of its veins sending a vibration through the nerd. Another thrust propelled him from the jock’s iron grasp and onto the rigid bed of his stomach.

Mal let out a groggled giggle. “You got my heart beating like a drum. You dig it don’t you?”  His palm lowered in the darkness, a finger swirling around the bell shaped impression in Nix’s stomach. “Yeah you do.”

“Mal..Sto..” Nix began, his words reduced to a whisper. He took short, heightened breaths. The tip of the cock hugged his ribs, restricting its space to expand. He fumbled to his shrink watch, jabbing at the button. 

A message flickered upon the screen. “Warning! Energy capacity exceedingly low!”

Nix’s eye’s widened. Energy is low?! But I had three batteries left!

He fumbled at the screen again, and then it hit. The science committee warned how much it takes to shrink an individual. The greater one’s size was reduced to, it takes an immense amount of energy for the device to pull off. He knew the device would take a portion of the battery, but didn’t think it would take the whole thing!

A pulse from his stomach brought him from his train of thought, a familiar lukewarm substance trickled down his leg.

“You feel it too, huh?” Mal said, his voice seething the air in a honeyed tone. “The volcano’s about to blow.”

Nix’s blood ran cold, intensifying his efforts. He flailed his limbs to free himself from his muscular pedestal. The shaft waggled for a moment, before continuing nudges against the abs beneath him. Mal’s grip clasped the length of flesh beneath his feet, causing the shaft to jerk this way and that. Shit shit shit!

The flow of fluid increased, creating small streams that seeped down his shaft. Mal’s moans grew louder, before his body stiffened, humping the air. It underbelly swelled, as a seed rushed inside him. Nix gritted his teeth. It was like an explosion had gone in his inside, the flow of the creamy liquid causing his stomach to bloat.

“That’s it..take it all!” Mal moaned, dwindling his balls over his fingers.

Nix balled his palms as another spurt rushed through. This is too much! It feels like I'm about to burst!

He kicked his legs to bring Mal from his pleasurable fun. His feet couldn’t reach the shaft, its hardened muscle dwindling beyond his toes. Pressure shot through his inside, and he clenched his jaw. Pressure jabbed his stomach, causing his belly button bulge as he struggled to contain the endless supply coursing through Mal.

 As thought of him bursting like a balloon plagued him, the Jock let out a roar, a fountain of seed shooting through him. He popped from the shaft like a cap, crashing into the headboard. The bulk of his stomach receded as seed poured between his legs, and he took a breath. I’m off…I’m finally off.

 He reached an arm through the gunk, but couldn't break the wad. “Come on you stupid..”

“That was so good.” Mal mumbled. “Best fuck off my night…

Mal’s eyes grew heavy, as he leaned into the pillow.

Nix wiggled in his creamy restraints. “Hey wait, don't fall a-” 

With a thud, the jock fell asleep, snores rumbling his throat.

“Sleep.. Damn it!” 

The descent of the wad had finally settled, suspending Nix high above the jock. Mal’s mouth gaped from below. The fruity concoction of beverages flowed from off breath, mixing with the musky air.

Nix’s face source. Watch out of juice, been used as a Fleshlight, and now stuck against the headboard like some prop. Great..

Through his train of thought, his eyelids draped over his eyes, and he leaned against the wooden plank. Fuck it, he was too tired to moved, and wasn't like he was going anywhere.

He grumbled beneath his breath, before letting himself fall limp, slumber taking over.

—---

He awoke to the sound of birds as sunlight bled through the curtain. A stinging pain creaked his neck, growing tighter as he rose his head. Through droopy eyes he looked to the creamed substance surrounding him. Warm air rushed from below as Mal turned in his sleep, his mouth gaped beneath Nix’s feet like a pit.

“Why am I not surprised he’s still sleeping?” He rubbed his eyes, but yanked it away as lukewarm droplets of seed met his cheek. He eyed his wrist watch tucked beneath a wad of seed, its sparks simmered as the black screen remained.

He leaned against the headboard. He didn’t know what felt worse, the blistering fire plaguing his anus, or the awaiting chew out he was going to face when he informed the committee of what became of their prized device.

An elbow hurled against the head board, causing the nerd’s stomach to twist.

“Ay..someone turn that light off."  Mal stirred below, sunflight slanting over his eyes. With an arm draped over his eyes, he fanned the other through the air. “Where the hell is that curtain..”

His arm bucked against the wooden board, sending another shockwave through Nix. Dried flakes withered from the corners of the cum wad, as it slowly began to descend. Nix’s heart sank. The wad rushed down over the metal ramp guarding the bottom, and he was plunged into the damp cavern of the jock’s mouth. 

The creamed substance bursts as it coats the jock’s tongue, forcing a gag from his throat. The tongue lashed the space like a whip, swatting Nix toward the boulder sized molars. He barely escaped its thundering clap as the dentures joined together, and clung tongue. It wiggled in his grasp like a worm, thrashing him to the roof of the mouth.

He clung the wiggling tongue harder. It curled into a C-shape, and muscle engulfed his legs, dangling them over a steep drop. Please don’t swallow! Please don’t swallow!

Gravity shifted, the muscular funnel hugging Nix’s shoulders. A pool of saliva drenched the tongue, and the nerd lost his grip, descending into the depths of the jock’s throat. A spongy surface glossed over his head, and he wrapped around it.

The muscled cavern jerked, sunlight twinkling between rows of teeth. Through flickering flashes, the jock began to stir, the ceiling shifting as it aimed at the mattress. The muscles of the throat compacted, before a burst of air tackled Nix, casting him from the throat’s embrace and onto the soft sheets. 

Nix stumbled to his feet, saliva dripping from his body. “Gross..”

The bed shifted as Mal rolled onto his knees. “Fuck, did I swallow a coin?” He muttered. His eyes fluttered open, eyeing the small nerd that laid beneath him. “Nix! The hell were you doing in my mouth, bro?! Wait?..Why are you naked?”

Nix narrowed his gaze. “You and I are gonna have a serious talk.”

Throughout half the morning the two of them showered, Nix filling him in on the events that occurred. As they finished getting dressed, Mal dropped Nix off at the dormitory, the two of them standing in the doorway.

“Here we are, my friend. Back at home.”

“Thanks, Mal.” Nix replied. He fiddled with his wrist watch. “It’s gonna take a lot of wiring to get this thing fixed. But at least it’ll manage before the committee finds out.”

“Ah, right.” Mal said. “Guess you better get to that.”

“Yeah.”

“...”

“...”

“Hey, Nix. Bro to bro..please don’t tell anyone about what went down last night. The boys would never let me down about it.”

“Never happened.”

“Thanks.”

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His weight swayed as his knees caved, and he threw himself against the plump edge of the mattress. The adrenaline from the work load was wearing off, he could barely move without his leg crumbling.

Through heavy eyelids Mal rolled to the other side of the mattress, creating a small gap. Nix stared at the empty space. I’d rather sleep in my dorm room, But I fear that won't be an option in my condition.

Nix crawled into the empty space, curling on his side. The sheets reeked of perfume, but of all else it was comfy enough to let himself melt into their doughy embrace. He stared at a corner in the room, the abyss of the room swirling into his vision.

A cool breeze flowed  from a cracked window, sending a chill up his spin. “Who leaves a window open in the middle of the winter?”

He fanned behind him to draw a portion of the sheets from Mal, rolling beneath its layer. He froze as his palm cushioned against a warm surface. It was doughy, its surface sticking to his skin like tape. He tilted his finger, retracting it back as it bapped across a shroomed surface. Please don’t let that be what I think it is..

He peeked beneath the sheets to his side. Engulfing the space was the chiseled torso of Mal. His hand laid tucked between two of the jock drummed thighs, his shaft resting against it. It draped over his wrist like a scarf, nuzzling its shroomed tip into his index finger.

Nix flushed red, shoving his palm against the jock’s upper thigh. Why the hell is he naked? I thought he was done when those girls left.

His heart skipped a beat as Mal took a sharp inhale. He tucked the sheet behind himself, using it as a barrier to separate the two of them. 

“Nrgh! What’s with all the shoving, Girl?..” Mal grumbled, the sheets shifting as he rolled in place, an arm swayed through the air, stamping into the pillows. “Huh..where’d you go?”

Nix kept still, facing the dark wall as he wiped his palm against the mattress. He could still feel the cock’s warmth on his hand, tingling skin like a sticker’s after it’s bee pulled off. Behind him Mal shifted. He wouldn;t dare look back, less he see the sour gaze of the jock. Just act normal, just keep to your side and things will..

He paused as an arm reached around him, anchoring his shoulder.

"There you are."