The sun sets over the broken city, retracting its warm glow over the rubble and dead bodies being cleaned up. Machine guns and laser rifles echo through the buildings as the fighting continues for yet another day. Jason stands in front of a large window, taking in the desecrated landscape once again.
Putting out his cigarette, he grabs his rifle and heads to the door, preparing for his turn at the front just a couple blocks away. Making his way through the hoard of people huddled up at the base of the building, nodding at the officers as he made his way by. Breaking outside, the smell of burning bodies invades his nose before beginning the short march to the forward positions.
After checking in with the Captain, Jason protects himself with the barricade while scouting out a good position to set up shop in the buildings just behind the line. With some pondering, he spotted one that should work about two buildings down along the front, technically in enemy territory. They didn’t control the intersection yet, so an escape would be tricky, however that was always the case. Saluting his commanding officer, he marked where on the map he would be and slipped out.
The building had multiple floors, windows already broken, and an entrance along the alley. In short, it was the best spot he would get. Cautiously, Jason glided through the building, attempting to avoid noise in case it wasn’t abandoned. Without incident, he made it to the top floor and peeked out one of the broken windows, checking to see if a clean shot was possible.
It wasn’t perfect, he couldn’t see quite as far as he would have liked, but it would have to do. Unshouldering his Balalaika, he set himself up in the shadows. Making sure he was out of sight, that the barrel didn’t reflect any light, and that he could stay put for as long as it took. Finally, he was ready to cast judgment upon one of the SOB below.
Hours pass, the fighting below dies down without any advancement from either side once again. The sun begins to rise, illuminating the desolate scene below. Broken cars litter the road, some burned, glass covers most of the ground with other debris. Corpses can be seen here and there, bloated from sitting in the sun for who knows how long. Laser rifles begin going off again as yet another round of attacks begin.
Jason catches a glimpse just around the corner of the intersection, a shoulder of a commanding officer. He didn’t recognize the shoulder rank, so it must be someone higher than normally came to the front. Holding his breath, he waits, begging that he makes one step forward, one step into view. Moments pass and everything seems still. Time has stopped as Jason stares down the scope.
Finally, and what felt like forever, the enemy’s head is clear of the building. The gray skin with it’s putrid looking eyes is in sight. The breathing cylinder, the large mouth, all of it was within sight.
Jason exhales and gently squeezes the trigger. Again time stops as he keeps the invader in his sights, just in case he has to fire another lump of lead to finish the job. A moment passes before he sees the green blood spew forth, it’s head destroyed from the close range. He finally inhales, knowing he’s made a successful and important kill.
Weight can be a big problem for some people and Josh was no exception. Josh had a metabolism that most would kill for. He could eat whatever he wanted and do as little exercise as possible without gaining a pound of fat. On this flip side, he could do hard core exercise every single day until he couldn’t move and wouldn’t develop any new muscle mass. He had the perfect Asian twink body, and he hated it.
All Josh wanted was to be a muscle bear, have a nice sexy gut and massive arms of muscle. He had cast off his desire for a better body as an unattainable wish. That is, until he discovered a weird book in an antique shop. The book appeared to be written in some weird language that he couldn’t read, everything except one page. The section he could read appeared to be a recipe for a shake that would add fat and muscle to your body. It looked too good to be true and Josh almost put it back thinking it was a sick prank, but something about the book felt real. He got the book and ran home as fast as possible, anxious to try out the recipe.
The book was hard to read, only one line was readable at a time. Josh pushed through and added each ingredient at the exact amount specified. It called for ingredients that Josh had tried before, though not in these exact amounts. He thought he was duped until he read the last line on the page. It instructed him to say a specific line of gibberish to compete the shake.
After saying the “magic words”, Josh poured himself a glass and eagerly chugged the beverage. He noted that it had a bizarre taste. It simultaneously tasted like years worth of sweets, iron, sweat, and of all things cherry pie. Josh looked down in anticipation, desperately searching for any change in his waist line or arms, to discover…no change.
He angerly closed the book, “magic my ass” he yelled as he stormed off to go play some video games. As Josh played, he wasn’t paying attention to his body and didn’t notice the slight warming sensation the was growing in his gut.
After playing for about 20 minuets, Josh noticed something. His shirt was a little tighter. The size small shirt was slowly getting uncomfortable around his arms and stomach. Lifting it up, he noticed his stomach slowly expanding. Slowly growing in size. What Josh didn’t know, is that Eric, his roommate and friend who was a white twink, was watching, slowly rubbing the growing bulge in his pants.
Josh had told Eric about his dream of becoming a muscle bear with a big sexy gut and Eric was supportive. He tried to help Josh reach his dream, only to have everything Josh try not work. Eric had not told Josh exactly why he was so supportive. Eric, wanted a big muscle bear to fuck him for years, and he wanted that muscle bear to be Josh. And here in front of him, was Josh slowly turning into a muscle bear with a sexy gut.
Josh was amazed, it was working. With his free hand, Josh jiggled his new gut. It started bouncing and caused his moobs to jiggle and rub against his shirt. Eric let out a soft moan that caused Josh to jump. Josh was unaware that Eric was there and wondered how much he saw.
Josh’s fright caused his growing body to bounce, turning Eric on even more. Eric couldn’t stand it any more. Without removing his hand from his tent, he walked up and grabbed Josh’s belly, squeezing it slightly. Eric had never been so turned on in his life. He needed his big sexy friend to fuck him.
Josh realized what was happening and smirked. He’d secretly wanted Eric’s ass since he first met Eric, and now he was going to get it. Josh pulled out his hard cock to show Eric. Without saying a word, Eric got on his knees and started sucking Josh’s cock while not once removing his hands from Josh’s belly or moobs.
Josh let out a loud moan in a deeper voice than he had before. He had dreamed about having someone play with his belly for years and not that it was actually happening, it was better than he ever imagined. The movement, the heavy feeling, the squeezes, they were turning Josh on more and more as Eric worked his cock. He was lost in pleasure and without warning, came right in Eric’s mouth. This sent waves of pleasure through Josh and he could hear Eric moan in lust.
Josh decided that he didn’t want this to end, not yet. He pushed Eric onto the couch and ripped his pants off, leaving Eric on his back with his legs in the air and revealing Eric’s twitching hole. Josh lubed up his cock and bent over to kiss Eric, letting his new big belly press against his twink friend.
Eric felt the new impressive weight of Josh press down on him before Josh kissed him aggressively. Eric couldn’t stand waiting any more, he needed Josh to fuck him now. “Do it…please.” was all he could wiper before Josh forced his cock deep into Eric’s willing hole.
Josh re-positioned himself so that he was standing up and began fucking Eric’s ass with all he had. Eric was moaning loudly while grabbing Josh’s gut, feeling a complete overhang form and giving him something to grab onto while Josh fucked him as hard as he could. Eric felt the pleasure rising and tried to stop himself from cumming, but Josh’s cock was hitting his g-spot with ever thrust.
Josh was grunting now, doing everything he could to keep himself going forever. He didn’t want this moment to ever end. That is until he looked down and saw streams of cum shooting out of Eric’s cock. The sight was too much for Josh and he felt himself tip over the edge and let his cum fly in Eric’s ass, grunting and almost roaring.
The second time was too much for Josh and he fell on Eric before managing to roll off Eric and grab him in a tight bear hug, spooning him. Josh nibbled on Eric’s ear and whispered, “Wanna make up another shake?”
Carlos stood outside of the new bar that opened a couple months back called “Goon.” He was skeptical about going there because he had heard about some less than favorable things taking place. Being Latin and built like a brick wall, Carlos was already mistaken for being in the wrong crowd by most people and he didn’t want to add to that already negative image.
His need for a drink won out over his good judgement and he decided to give the place a try. Besides, there maybe a hottie or two inside for him to bring home. Carlos gave himself a once over to make sure he looked good, his striped shirt was clean, shoes had a small scuff but nothing major, and his pants could be seen as a little too baggy but they looked decent enough, he was ready to give this place hell.
The bouncer let Carlos in just fine, although he did stare at his junk a little longer than needed to make sure he wasn’t packing. ‘Oh well’ Carlos though, ‘he’s even bigger than me, having a bouncer that’s a fag maybe all they could find.’ While he looked around for the bar, he noticed the place was a little empty and that all the patrons were men. “Oh god, this must be a gay bar.” slipped past his lips before he realized he was talking out loud.
Carlos spotted the bar and decided that he was going to get the drink he told himself he’d get and then leave. He’d have his friends heads for sending him to a gay bar as a prank. He sat down at the bar and ordered his drink.
While making Carlos’ drink, the bar tender asked “is this your first time here?” in a monotone voice. He looked at Carlos with blank eyes, analyzing him, deciding if he would make a good patron of the Magic Room.
Carlos admired that it was, and that it would probably be his last. “This looks like a swell place and all barkeep, but it’s missing one important thing, women.”
Upon hearing that, the barkeep had made his decision. Carlos would make a fine patron of the Magic Room. Quickly, and in the same monotone voice, he told Carlos “If it’s women you’re after, you need to check out the Magic Room in the back, it’s our VIP suite. Since it’s your first time, I’ll give you a free pass to go try it out.” and he placed a black card, about the size of a playing card, on the table next to Carlos’ drink.
Carlos wasn’t sure about whether to go back or not. “What would it hurt?” he said to himself and finished his drink before grabbing the card and walking to the back of the room. He followed a hallway that lead to another bouncer, just as massive as the last, who Carlos gave the card to.
The bouncer grinned and opened the door for Carlos. “Enjoy your stay” was all he said before closing and locking the door behind Carlos.
Carlos wandered into the black room, wondering what the fuck was going on, and called out “hello? Is anyone there?” He heard nothing and decided to turn back to the door when he heard a mechanical sound. Before he could figure out what happened, metal restraints jumped out of the blackness and grabbed onto his arms and legs. Carlos yelled “What the fuck!” as the restraints pulled him into the air as more robot arms came forward and cut his clothes off, leaving him naked. Carlos looked around frantically, hoping to find a way out, when he saw another robot arm come forward. This arm had a helmet on it and it was slowly moving towards his head.
Carlos panicked and started screaming as the helmet moved it’s way over his head and a band locked under his chin. He tried thrashing but the helmet was secure to the arm. All of a sudden, a screen turned on in front of his eyes. There was a spiral on it. He looked at it for a moment, not sure if it was real before deciding that what ever it was, he must fight it. He screamed “No! I won’t submit!” before hearing a loud humming. It felt like it was boring into his brain. Slowing down his thoughts. ‘What the fuck is going on’ he thought while trying to ignore the sound.
What Carlos hadn’t yet realized, is that he was hard. The hypnotic screen and audio were winning. Another arm came forward and latched a suction tube to Carlos’ hard cock before starting to pump his cock over and over again. This pleasure scared Carlos as first, he wasn’t expecting it. The pump felt good though. Very good. So good that he momentarily forgot he was fighting and listened to the audio and watched the screen.
He noticed words started flashing on the screen.
Obey.
Empty.
Dumb Goon.
Over and over again. Carlos realized, it felt good to watch and listen. To submit to it. There was no point in fighting. Just obey and feel the pleasure take over his body.
After an hour, Carlos was gone and was replaced by Goon R27W, ready to follow any orders given to him.
James was on his way home from a long day. Nothing was going his way recently, and worst of all he couldn’t get Aaron off his mind. He hadn’t seen or heard form Aaron since James accidentally teleported him to his apartment a couple of weeks ago and got to suck his cock.
James tried forcing Aaron out of his mind as he unlocked his house before trying to enjoy a night off. As he walked in he was surprised to find lights on and Aaron sitting in his living room with a bottle of cheap tequila. Aaron was covered in dirt and grease, having just gotten off a shift working on aircraft.
Aaron looked up and greeted James with”Hey bro.“ before pouring a second glass of tequila for James. Aaron was not hiding the fact that he came for two things, to get drunk and get laid.
James kicked off his shoes before sitting down across from Aaron, before noticing how Aaron is stroking his cock through his pants. “What brings you up here man?” James asks before trying to choke down the cheap liquor.
Aaron, without removing his hand from his bulge, tells James “I wanted to learn what exactly you did to my cock bro. Every time I get hard, it grows to that nice thick 8 inches. And while bitches love it, they don’t live up to your mouth.”
James didn’t know what to say. Aaron’s cock had been on his mind for weeks and Aaron was toying him with it. Before James responds, Aaron opens up his pants and looks James dead in the eyes to say “Get your mouth over here.”
James snaps back to the moment and remembers how much he’s wanted that cock. He walks around the table and gets on his knees between Aaron’s legs. He mumbles the same deep throat spell under his breath before the starts licking under Aaron’s thick foreskin.
Aaron lets out a deep moan as the waves of pleasure run up his spine. “Fuck bitch” was all Aaron could get out before moaning again. Aaron dropped his head back and sighed while saying”You’ve got such a great mouth.“
A new desire came over James while Aaron’s cock was working it’s way deeper into his mouth. He wanted to help Aaron with magic again; help Aaron be more of the man he’s told James he want’s to be. James pulls his mouth off Aaron’s cock and starts speaking in the alien language of magic. Aaron looks at James to figure out what’s going on before he feels something funny through out his body, just like when James used magic to give him a big cock. His muscles started growing, becoming soar and pumped over and over again while expanding. Lifting up his shirt, he sees the strong, lean muscle growing before him. His body is turning into the big strong powerful body he had dreamed about and desperately worked for since high school. He lifts his arm to discover a powerful musky scent, full of power and magic. He forces James away from him for a second to literally rip off his rapidly shrinking clothes.
When the magic has run it’s coarse, Aaron looks himself over. His body is big and strong like he’d been sculpting it for years, while still looking human and proportional. Hair now covered his body, creating a nice pelt on his chest, a thick happy trail and pubs, and a thick wet pelt of armpit hair. His cock also looked a little bigger, like almost 10in now. There was also a new desire in his head. He needed James to lick and smell his pits. It sounded weird to Aaron, but also so hot.
James, knowing exactly what the spell he just used did to Aaron physically and a little mentally, decided to join Aaron and stripped off his clothes and used the same spell on himself with the exception of giving him a big bubble ass instead of a huge cock. James felt the power surge through him as Aaron turned toward him, ready to give James’ the dicking of a lifetime.”Wow” was all Aaron could say. Whether or not James made him gay was irreverent after seeing the two muscular and hairy cheeks that made up James’ new bouncy ass. Aaron walked up to James and placed one hand behind his head, pulling him in for a deep kiss before shoving his friends face into his sweaty pit. James kept burying his face in Aaron’s pit, licking it and smelling the musky smell of man. He was a little disappointed when he felt Aaron’s hand move away form his head, but was delighted when he felt Aaron’s hand slap his ass hard before squeezing it tight and working it’s way to his hole. James instinctively grabbed Aaron’s massive cock and started stroking it, feeling pre leak out and dribble down the shaft before becoming lube. James was content to do this forever when Aaron pulled his face out of Aaron’s pit and throw him over the couch, leaving his muscular ass and magically perfect hole in perfect view of Aaron. Aaron got down on his knees and started squeezing James’ ass and enjoying the view before letting his tongue venture in. Leaning in, Aaron diverted from his main target to bite James’ right ass cheek. Thus causing James to let out a sharp yelp before falling into a deep long moan as Aaron’s tongue reached his hole. James didn’t know where Aaron had learned to eat an ass, but he was damn good at it. Aaron pulled James’ ass further apart to let his tongue get deeper into James’ sweet hole.Once James’ ass was well lubed from Aaron’s spit, as well as some magically appearing lube, Aaron stood up and prepared to line up his cock to the perfect hole in front of him. He bend over James to whisper in a deep growl, “Ready for this cock bitch?” “Fuck yea, bro!” was all James could say before Aaron thrust his 10in of powerful cock deep into James. Moaning and thrusting himself back was all James could do in that moment. The magic he had used on his ass made every thrust feel like a new better high. The pleasure was so much that when Aaron flipped him over to see his face, he didn’t protest. He just looked deep into Aaron’s eyes as Aaron fucked his ass with everything he had. Aaron looked down at James, moaning like a bitch in heat, and couldn’t help feel proud. He had this sexy stud bend over and has him screaming at the top of James’ lungs because his cock was that awesome. It also helped that each thrust was met with just enough resistance, just enough tightness to nearly make his knees buckle from pleasure. He didn’t have much left in him, but he was not gonna let James win that easily. Aaron surprised himself when he reached down and started stroking his friend James’ cock, an acceptable 6 or 7 in, while fucking him. James didn’t know what to do with Aaron stroking his cock with the magic lube from his ass. The pressure was building inside of him as Aaron stroked hard. James was about to stop Aaron when Aaron bent down and kissed James deeply as he came in James’ ass. James was unable to hold back and let his cum fly too all over his and Aaron’s chests before the two collapsed into a sweaty, cum covered heap as their bodies returned to normal appearance and body mass. Breathing hard, James asked, “Ready to go clean up before going home, stud?” Aaron did his best to jump up and act like he was fine before falling back onto the couch and admitting, “Apparently not, bro. What the hell did you do to me?”James rolled over and kissed Aaron on the forehead before teasing, “You’ll have to come back and find out next time, bro.” before getting up to help Aaron get back home.
Aaron was never one to turn down porn; though, the thought of watching porn with James wasn’t a stellar idea in his head. After a moment of thought, Aaron had come to a decision and said “fuck yea, man.”
James’ impromptu idea had apparently worked. Without skipping a beat, he stood up while grabbing his glass. “Then grab the bottle and meet me in the other room.” He walked into the other room and went straight to the computer desk on the far wall. Using the remote, he turned on the TV and set it up to be a monitor for the computer. Turning around, he saw Aaron walking into the room. James asked “Who’s your favorite porn star, bro?”
As Aaron walked into the room, he was honestly surprised. This was not how he imagined a gay guy would decorate a room. There was a three seat couch and coffee table that faced towards the far wall. On the wall was a large, maybe 56 or 58 inch, TV surrounded by anime wall scrolls, all of which had images of women with large breasts in very skimpy clothing. “What the…” he exclaimed before jumping on the couch and finally responded to James’ question with “Emma Roberts.”
James wasn’t amused. Aaron really had to pick a regular actor rather than someone that could easily be found on pornhub. Rolling his eyes, he went back to the computer and started typing. “Ok, give me a minute to find something.” he said in an exasperated voice. James would have to use some magic to get what his friend wanted.
James wasn’t too keen with the idea of using magic for what could be argued with menial stuff, but tonight would have to be an exception. A test of sorts. Something to challenge his creativity and knowledge of the mystic arts, a subject that was nothing more than a hobby to James. After typing for about a minute, James hit the enter key and watched as the TV came to life with the image of Emma Roberts dressed in a very tight, very see through Japanese school girls uniform.
Aaron looked to the screen with amazement. She looked exactly like Roberts. He felt his cock growing in his pants. There was no way for him to deny that James knew exactly what his dick needed. Without realizing it, he let out a small moan as she began moving on screen, her large breasts bouncing with every movement. Without him noticing, James had moved to the couch and sat down right next to him. A little too close to him.
James decided that he’d try his luck with sitting down right next to Aaron. After about a minute of seeing Aaron transfixed with Roberts bouncing breasts, he placed his hand on Aaron’s thigh. “Jim?” Aaron asked in a hushed voice, weirded out by the contact.
“Just relax and enjoy the show” was all James said. He knew what was coming next, Roberts pulled out a vibrator and entered a pose for a magical girl transformation. Bright colors filled the screen as James moved his hands up Aaron’s leg until it was at his obvious boner. Aaron gasped at the sudden feeling just in time to watch Roberts emerge wearing a crown, pink panties with a bow, and see through leggings. James spoke softly,“Let me help you out.”
Aaron nodded, unable to speak. James took his queue and opened Aaron’s pants releasing his 5.5 inch throbbing cock. James grabbed his cock, causing Aaron to gasp softly, and began stroking. James really wanted to help Aaron, he honestly did. James started quietly chanting in a language that made no sense while stroking Aaron’s cock.
Aaron looked down just long enough to see his dick growing and feel the pleasure increasing. Whatever James was doing, he didn’t want it to stop. Looking down again, he was shocked. His cock must have been 8 inches now with a large dark foreskin covering the head. “Whaa..” Aaron managed to whisper before throwing his head back and letting out a loud moan.
James moved between Aaron’s legs, turning his back to the TV, and took Aaron’s enlarged cock head into his mouth. It jumped at the warm wet hole that it now found itself in. Aaron let out a deep guttural moan from the intense pleasure. It was unbelievable how good James’ mouth felt. Aaron was about to tell James to get off, or push him off if necessary, when James started swirling his tongue under Aaron’s foreskin. “Oh god” was all Aaron could say before involuntarily thrusting a little into James mouth.
James pulled off Aaron’s cock and said, “You know bro, this is pretty gay.” He kissed the head before saying “I mean very gay.” James started liking the shaft of Aaron’s cock when he asked “Want me to continue?”
Aaron didn’t know what to say. He was grossed out because he wasn’t into dudes but he couldn’t deny that this was the the hottest thing he’d ever done. “Y-yes.” The word slipped out of his mouth without him realizing it.
James moved his mouth back to the head of Aaron’s cock, took a breath, and whispered another batch of magic words. After he finished, James worked Aaron’s cock deep into his throat, taking all 8 inches in a single stroke. After what felt like an hour to Aaron, James moved his head back and pulled Aaron’s pants down, revealing his tone muscular legs while Aaron removed his shirt, showing off his tone body and hard nipples.
James couldn’t help himself after seeing Aaron’s cute hard nipple and reaches up to start playing with it. Aaron looked a little confused but was experiencing far too much pleasure to protest. James, wanting Aaron to pay a more active dominant role, grabbed his hand and put it behind his own head, letting Aaron guide his mouth.
Aaron couldn’t believe what he was doing, he was fucking Jim’s mouth. It felt better than anything he ever did with his ex, or with anyone for that matter. There was a primal urge deep inside him that was taking over. He wanted, no, needed to fuck James’ mouth. Having James’ mouth bobbing on his new huge cock was great, but he needed control.
James’ hair was just long enough for Aaron to curl his fingers in and get a good grip. Using both hands, Aaron forced James’ mouth to the base of his cock and held him there. James gagged for breath but Aaron wouldn’t let up. He was in control. When he was satisfied, he pulled James’ head back to let him catch his breath before forcing him into a good rhythm. Fast deep strokes, over and over again. Aaron could feel his balls tensing up. He was about to blow right down his friends throat. Right when he was on the edge he forced James’ mouth back to the base of his cock and came.
It was the largest, most intense cumload that Aaron could remember. After the last spurts had trickled out, he let go of James’ head and fell back spent. “That…That was good bro. Where’d you find that video.” was all he could get out without needing to catch his breath.
“What video? The one has has been off for a while now?” James answered with a smirk while cleaning up his hair and standing up.
Aaron mustered his strength and looked back to the TV. It was off. “When did that…” was all Aaron could say before being cut off by James.
“I’m not sure exactly, but you came purely from my mouth bro.” was James’ quick reply. “Let me grab something while you get dressed and I’ll help you get home.” He ran to his desk while Aaron tried pulling his pants up before falling back on the couch. “Here, take this with you.”
Aaron opened the box, forgetting that he still didn’t have pants on. Inside as a door handle with an amethyst colored button, a CD titled “Roberts” and a note. The note read “I hope you enjoyed yourself bro, I won’t tell. If you ever wanna try again or hang out, just press the amethyst button on the door handle and open the door. And to help a lady killer like yourself:” followed by a bunch of characters that made no sense.
“What’s at the end?” Aaron asked while finally pulling up his pants.
“I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to find out.” was all James would say before helping Aaron back to the entrance of his house. James began chanting more nonsensical words to send Aaron home.
Before Aaron could say bye, a bright flash of light enveloped him and he found himself in his apartment, exactly how he left it. He didn’t have the energy to question how he ended up at James’ house in the first place, but he had a feeling he’d end up back there.
James felt a little sad after sending Aaron home. He’d dreamed about fucking him for years and now that he had, he wanted more. Looking down, he noticed for the first time that there was a wet spot. James’ face turned bright red as he realized he must have jizzed his pants twice and hadn’t tried to hide it or clean it up.
He returned upstairs to change when he reminded himself, he needs to be very careful about who he thinks of while jacking off. While blowing Aaron was hot, he needed to be more careful. Aaron seemed cool with it, but it could have ended badly.
Domingo walked into the mall with his homies Hector and Juan. Instantly they all stood out since they were the only Latin people in the rich white mall. The fact that they were wearing their usual white tall-tee, baggy khaki pants that showed their boxers, Jordans, and a thick gold chain around each of their necks probably didn’t help prevent them from standing out. With all eyes on them, they swaggered deeper into the mall, not really looking for any store in particular.
Towards the center of the mall, they discovered a store that warranted going into. From the outside, the store looked like a place for thugs, but the moment they walked inside they could tell that it was for rich people who wanted to look street. Rather than walking out annoyed, Domingo decided to explore deeper into the small store in case anything good was being hidden in the back. Unsurprisingly, nothing really did it for him, some cheap stuff that was way over priced and some stuff that hadn’t been cool since the 90’s.
A young man walked though the door from the dressing rooms. He embodied everything of a wannabe, someone who dressed the part of a thug but wasn’t one. His blond hair was too long, pants not sagging right, and his gold chain was take as hell. Juan walked up next to Domingo, and he was about to say that they should get out of there, until they both smelled it. Looking at the guys eyes confirmed their suspicions, he had weed on him and he was getting high.
Hector had joined his homies in the back of the store. A quick glance from Juan was all the instructions he needed and he grabbed the employee, holding him still. He held the guy as he tried to fight, letting his slowly growing bulge grind into him as he did.
After a couple moments, the guy stopped fighting. “Take whatever you want. There’s money in the register.” he desperately cried out, proving himself to be weak wannabe that he was. Fear was apparent in his voice. “Take anything but please don’t hurt me.”
Juan stepped closer. “We don’t want to hurt you man. What’s your name?”
“I-It’s Nate…”
“Well Nate…” Juan reached in and placed his hand on Nate’s bulge. A spark of pleasure shot into Nate and his cock started to stir. Juan leaned close to Nate’s ear and whispered “We just wanna help you. We wanna make you a real homie.” and then licked his ear.
Another spark shot into Nate and his mind began to cloud from the pleasure. His feelings of fear changed to emptiness and openness to these thugs. Even the cock that was grinding into his straight ass didn’t bother him any more.
Domingo spoke up and introduced the three of them before Hector let Nate go. Domingo was quick to ask if Nate had any more weed, which he did. Before Domingo could ask, Nate was leading the three back into the dressing room that he had stepped out of moments earlier, the smell of weed fresh in the air.
Nick’s head was swirling as his cock was slowly growing in his sagging jeans. Flipping over the chair, he revealed a large stash of weed and rolling paper.
Juan started to break up the flower while whispering in Spanish under his breath. There wasn’t a grinder so he couldn’t make it as fine as he would have liked, but he was able to do what he thought was an acceptable job with the tools at hand.
While Juan was working, Domingo and Hector were working Nate over. Rubbing their hands over Nate’s hard cock, ass, and out of shape stomach and chest. The attention further clouded Nate’s mind as he moaned, letting these thugs have their way with him.
Juan lit the blunt and took the first hit, instantly feeling the warm buzz in his head. His cock, which had been soft up until now, started to spring to life, creating a large bulge in his pants before busting through the top. He stroked his dark 11 inch cock just enough to produce a drip of pre, the right amount to seal the next joint that he was already rolling.
Domingo grabbed the roll and put it in Nate’s mouth before lighting it. A smirk appeared on his face as he pulled out his thick 9 inch cock and pulled the long foreskin. Breathing deep, he loved the mix of weed and musk that was filling the room.
Domingo watched as Nate took a long hit off the joint before taking it for himself. Nate asked him “C-can I, ugh, suck your cock?” A nod was all Domingo gave before Nate fell to his knees and took the head of Domingo’s cock into his mouth.
Not in the mood for a slow blowjob, Domingo grabbed Nate’s head and thrust it deep onto his cock, forcing its way into the virgin throat. He moaned as Nate gagged before forcefully skull fucking the white wannabe in front of him. After a short 5 minuets, Domingo shot a huge load down Nate’s throat and into his stomach.
Hector forcefully pulled Nate off of Domingo’s cock. “What the fuck homie, you know we love to see the full change man!” Without asking Nate, Hector started ripping the clothes off him, leaving him on his knees and naked before the fully dressed Latin thugs.
The three of them couldn’t help but laugh. The wannabe thug Nate was packing all of 2 inches hard with little balls. Even when compared to Domingo’s cock, who had the smallest of the three at 9 inches, Nate was tiny.
Juan grabbed Nate’s head, “Come on puta, put that mouth to work. We’ll give you a real dick yet.” Juan slowly thrust into Nate’s mouth, giving him a chance to adjust. Nate’s cock was already changing, slowly growing in size from the load that Domingo had given him moments earlier. Juan cursed as he launched another big load into Nate’s mouth and laughed as Nate eagerly drake it all. “You deserve this.” and handed Nate another jizz sealed joint.
“My turn puta.” was all Hector needed to say to get Nate to deep throat his 12 inches. “Oh fuck yea bitch!”
Domingo was already back at full mass watching Nate take another of his homies cocks. Lighting up another blunt from Juan, he was loving how micro-dicked Nate was turning into a real homie; already imagining all the fucking and shit they would get into together. Looking over at Juan, Domingo could tell he had several more loads in his big balls to give tonight, and Hector was going to get his cock nursed forever as always.
Without asking, Domingo slyly got onto his knees and took Juan’s 11 inches into his mouth. He heard Juan moan from the unexpected pleasure and looked up smiling, cock still in his mouth. When Juan thrust into him, he moaned as his homies big Latin cock filled his mouth.
Glancing over at Hector, Nate was still bobbing up and down, no sign of Hector finishing any time soon. Domingo focused on the cock in his mouth again as he reached a hand up to massage Juan’s balls.
Domingo moaned again as he felt Juan grab his head. He didn’t fight back as Juan began to violently fuck his face like he was a cheap whore. He loved when his homies fucked each other rough. Feeling Juan getting close, he pulled Juan’s hands off his head and forced Juan’s cock deep into his throat and started massaging it before letting up just in time to taste the thick and delicious load.
As Juan took a seat, exhausted from the intense load, Domingo looked back to Hector and was dismayed. Hector was still no where near close. His cock throbbing and tired of waiting, Domingo decided to take action. He positioned himself behind Nate and whispered, “Here we go puta, I can’t wait any longer and your sweet ass is mine.”
He slowly worked the head of his cock into Nate’s tight hole, happy to feel Nate try to open up to accommodate the large cock. “That’s it bitch” Domingo purred. After working his cock all the way to the base of Nate’s virgin hole, he pulled his cock out until just the head was inside before thrusting it hard and deep.
Nate moaned on Hector’s cock as his mouth and ass were full of Latin cock.
While fucking, Domingo reached around and started stroking Nate’s cock, feeling it grow and change from the cum he had eaten earlier. The thought of Nate continuing to change from getting fucked by his cock made Domingo’s dick hard as steel. He continued fucking, grunting as he trust his hips as hard as he could against Nate’s slowly growing bubble butt.
After 20 minuets of being split roasting, Nate’s cock erupted, releasing a huge load as he felt Domingo’s cock fill his ass with a massive load that seeped deep into him.
Domingo nearly collapsed. He had given everything he had to that fuck and he had nothing left. He was handed another blunt by Juan. “Thanks homie.” He lit up as he watched Juan line up his bigger cock to fuck Nate’s sloppy hole.
Sitting down, Domingo had an excellent view of Nate’s changes. He didn’t lose any body fat, he was gunna be a chunkier homie, but he was definitely developing muscle. Not the refined muscle of working out in a gym, but the bulk gained from manual labor. Nate’s cock had also grown considerably, his formally 2 inch wonder had grown to 8 inches, thick, and a loose hanging foreskin. His cock jumped a little as he saw Nate’s hair turn black and shrink to a very short cut.
“God you have such a sweet ass.” Juan purred right before working up to a hard thrust, his mind a little hazy from too much weed at once.
“This puta has a fine throat too, dawg.” Hector moaned, speaking for the first time since Nate latched himself to his cock.
Though he couldn’t stand, Domingo’s cock was at full mass as he watched Nate’s, no, Jaime’s skin darken, almost turning caramel. Being the last to join the gang, it was his honor to name their newest homie, and what a homie Jaime would be. He stroked his cock as he noticed that Jaime’s cock was even bigger, it must have been 13 inches by now, and thick too. It would be so much fun to stoke while balls deep in his big ass.
Hector couldn’t stop moaning at this point, guiding Jaime with his right hand, and Juan was piston fucking Jaime’s ass. Domingo worked himself close to the edge as Hector and Juan came back to back, filling their new homie with large amounts of Latin seed. Domingo could tell that Jaime had finished changing at this point, and what a hunk of a Latin stud he had become.
“Jaime, over here homie.” Jaime looked over at Domingo, instantly accepting his new name and reality and moved over as Domingo somehow enough left in his hairy balls to covered his face with with one last creamy load.
Domingo could tell from the look in Jaime’s eyes that Jaime was already in love with his new life as a gay Latin thug and was ready to run havoc with his new homies.
Sean and Kyle awoke the following night naked, though generally unaware of what had happened to them. Sean went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer while ignoring the fact that his cock was hard and bouncing. He drank it down in one long hit and then grabbed another, planning on spending the entire night drunk with his bros.
Kyle went to get Drake from the bedroom but decided to drain the dragon first. When he finally got to the back room he found Drake still asleep. Without thinking, Kyle grabbed Drake’s cock and started stroking it gently. He then bent over to whisper “it’s time to get up bro. Sean’s already started drinking.”
Drake let out a soft moan but remained asleep. Kyle looked down at his bro’s cock to notice a large drop of pre was developing at the end. He didn’t want to let this tasty treat go to waist so he moved in to lick it up, but found himself slowly nursing the head. As his hand continued to stroke, more and more delicious pre began to leak into Kyle’s mouth.
After several minuets, Drake started to wake up, and was happy to find a warm mouth on his cock. Noticing Kyle’s throbbing member, he re-positioned himself to reciprocate. Long even strokes lulled him into a consistent rhythm with Kyle’s cock throbbing.
Sean walked in to check on his bros, and wasn’t surprised to see them hard at work on each other’s cocks. He elbowed Kyle and handed him a beer as he got off of Drake’s cock.
Kyle started sipping his beer while Drake continued to suck his cock. Before he knew it, Sean had also presented Drake with his member and saw him smirk when Drake eagerly started stroking it.
The three bros stayed like this for a while, Sean and Kyle drinking beer while Drake nursed their cocks. Occasionally Sean or Kyle would switch off to work Drake’s cock but would soon return to letting Drake do all the work.
After several hours, the bros could feel the moon outside start to rise. Power thrust through them as the change started. Hair filling out their bodies, tails started to grow, muscle pilled on, and their cocks throbbed larger and larger.
The magic of the full moon filled their bodies and opened an understanding of the past. They could remember their girlfriends, who were now unimportant, their lives back home, even the events of last night. Something in these memories told them that this was all wrong, but there was a slightly louder voice. A deep and remember-able voice. The voice of their Alpha reminding them how good they felt today, how hot being a werewolf was, and how nothing could compare with how close the pack is to each other.
Alpha’s voice won out as the three finally came, sealing their fate as werewolves as as members of Alpha’s pack. Sean, Kyle, and Drake had the deepest and longest orgasm of their lives, ribbon after ribbon of cum shot fro their cocks, sending wave after wave of lust and pleasure through their bodies.
Kyle and Sean fell to their knees, before finding a truly erotic scent in the air. The door to the cabin opened and Alpha walked in, his cock standing at attention as he viewed his new pack members fully transformed. Alpha snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock and the wolfbros crawled over to suck without hesitation.
Seeing his pups eagerly working his cock, Alpha smirked and knew he was going to look forward to the next full moon.
Sean and Kyle’s heads were fuzzy, unable to think of anything outside of worshiping Drake’s werewolf cock. Kyle had working his mouth down the 7 inches to Drake’s knot and appeared determined to go deeper while Sean continued sucking Drake’s enlarged balls. The trio was in pure carnal bliss when Drake got pushed a little too close to the edge and came in Kyle’s mouth before howling.
Kyle eagerly drank as much as he could before he and Sean desperately tried licking up the thick goo that covered Drake’s crotch and balls. The orgasm accelerated Drake’s transformation, a long and fluffy black tail grew, his hands and feet grew wolf-like, sharp claws grew from his nails, and his mouth began to stretch in to a muzzle.
The final transformation was too much and Drake came without being touched, covering Sean and Kyle in the thick werewolf cum. Drake started to partially regain his senses as the orgasm began to subside, leaving him confused as to what had happened. His friends, Sean and Kyle, were still completely controlled by his werewolf musk, leaving Drake alone and confused.
Drake’s ears perked up as he heard a rasp on the door to the cabin. “Open up! I know you’re in there!” came a deep gnarled voice. Drake panicked, he bros were in no shape to answer the door and he was a monster. He thought about trying to run; until a familiar musk entered his nose. His Alpha was here! Drake jumped up, leaving his zonked out friends, to open the door for his Alpha.
As he opened the door, Drake saw a 9 foot werewolf with thick black fur, brad shoulders, and a throbbing 9inch cock.
“Hi Alpha, I can’t believe you’re here!” Drake started yelling, bouncing around a little, before howling.
Alpha grabbed Drake’s muzzle to silence him. “calm down pup! We don’t want to alert the whole area.” said Alpha, in a much softer, yet no less dominant voice.
Drake was fixated on Alpha’s cock, not paying attention to anything going on around him. Droll stated to drip from his mouth, he couldn’t break away from Alpha’s big cock.
Ignoring Drake’s obvious need for cock, Alpha noticed the two bro’s behind Drake. They were still zonked out. “Awe, pup. You tried to be an alpha pup and control your friends.” Alpha spoke in a whimsical tone before saying “Too bad I’m the only alpha here.” in a much darker one. He walked past Drake and approached the two non werewolf bros. Grabbing their faces, he burred their noses deep into his balls and let his musk go to work. After a minuet or two, they roused and tried to fight back against Alpha. Alpha held strong, keeping them in place, and grinned as they stopped fighting.
Before long, Kyle and Sean were eagerly licking and rubbing their faces in Alpha’s werewolf balls, submitting to there new alpha.
“Come over here pup!” Alpha barked. “It’s time to turn your friends.”
Drake eagerly jumped up, happy to serve his Alpha. He grabbed Alpha’s cock and started sucking the sides while he worked the rest with his furry hand. Taking great care to not cover Alpha’s head, he worked in tandem with his soon to be changed bro’s to pleasure alpha.
Alpha was now approaching climax, ready to blow any second. Ready to change these two and make them part of his pack. He dug his claws into Kyle’s and Sean’s shoulders, making a deep incision before lining the cuts up with the end of his cock. “Here we go pups, you’re about to be mine!” was all Alpha could say before blowing his load and covering the cuts on the bros.
Alpha was winded, that was a good load. Struggling to catch his breath, he grabbed Drake. “Alright pup, take good care of your friends while they change. I’ll be back tomorrow to accept you all into my pack.”
Drake was confused but didn’t speak as Alpha picked him up and gave him a long wet kiss, silencing all doubt in Drake’s mind. Alpha would be back, he knew it, and now Kyle and Sean would also be in Alpha’s pack!
The cloud cover continued to roll in as the day fell into early evening, bringing with it the threat of rain. Sean looked out the window of his uncle’s cabin anxiously. It had taken months for him and his bros, Kyle and Drake, to convince their girlfriends to let them have a bros weekend, and now it was threatening to be wet and miserable.
Sean, Kyle, and Drake had known each other since middle school when they were on the same little league team. They had grown up together and even went to the same college.
College was the last time they were able to have a bros weekend and rain would ruin their outdoor plans. Sean looked over to his bros, “what’re we gunna do if it rains?“
“Don’t know, man. We may have to stay inside and get drunk.” came the reply from Drake. Drake had put on quite the beer belly since college, but he kept his broad shoulders and muscular legs.
“Yea, it’ll be like our college camping trips. Just us getting drunk in the woods, bro.” chimed in Kyle before getting up to open a round of beers for everyone.
A couple hours later, Sean and his bros were 6 rounds deep and definitely feeling it. They had all changed into athletic shorts and had taken their shirts off. Up to their normal shenanigans, they were challenging each other to “do things they couldn’t do sober.”
Sean had just gone, where he had to lick Drake’s belly, and he walked revenge. It was done to step it up, he turned to Drake “I challenge you to run outside naked screaming that you’re bigfoot!”
Drake held no shame as he pulled off his shorts and boxers before running out to door. He screamed as he ran, drunk and oblivious to the fact that he had no idea where he was going. After several minutes of running he came to a stop, instantly sober from the realization that he was lost.
Drake looked around, trying to figure out what way he needed to go. A wolf howled in the distance as Drake saw part of the full moon emerge from behind the clouds. A peculiar odor felled his nose, musky but surprisingly nice smelling. Drake heard a rustle behind him before a large body pushed him to the ground from behind.
Kyle and Sean had been worrying about where Drake had gone, though both were too drunk to make any serious effort in finding him. Abruptly there was a crash on the door and Drake stumbled in, still naked and clutching his right shoulder as blood dripped from it.
“What the hell happened, bro?!” yelled Sean and Kyle in unison as they jumped to help their injured bro.
“I don’t know, guys. Something tackled me to the ground and cut me. I don’t know how I got away but I woke up right next to the cabin, bros.”
Kyle removed Drake’s hand to inspect his wound but was met with a surprise. The wound was closing up and healing before his eyes, leaving a nasty scar from four claws. “what the fuck bro!” was all Kyle could say in an exasperated voice. “Y-your wound… it’s healed, bro.”
Sean moved to also examined the wound but stopped. Drake’s face looked blank, his eyes vacant and mouth open. His cock was also hard and growing from its previous 5 inches to what must have been 9 inches. The base started bulging out and the head grew pointed while the shaft started to become more and more red. “Bro, what the fucks up with your cock!”
Kyle leaned over Drake to get a look at what Sean was upset before he stopped abruptly. Drake’s belly was shrinking, becoming leaner to show the huge muscles underneath. Kyle also noticed how the hair on Drake was getting thicker, almost resembling fur.
Drake’s body started letting off a strange order, musky and primal. Both Sean and Kyle were intrigued by the odder to the point that they both learned forward, closer to Drake, to get a better smell.
Repeated deep inhales had formed a fog over their minds. Neither of them noticed how Drake’s hands and feet were turning into paws, his face growing a muzzle, at tail growing. The two bros were to gone.
Kyle and Sean fought each other to get closer to the source of the scent they craved, that source being Drake’s swollen cock and balls.
As Drake’s ears grew pointed, Sean and Kyle’s minds were filled with carnal desire. Sean began sucking Drake’s big hairy nuts while Kyle worked on his cock. The sudden pleasure roused Drake, though something was different about him mentally. He was more…dominant, animalistic, primal. And, having his friends suck his big werewolf cock felt perfect.
Walking down the back alleys of Manhattan at 1am wasn’t a good idea, even for the locals, but Josh was too drunk to think clearly. He’d moved to New York for a full ride scholarship to Manhattan College for football after being born and raised in small town Nebraska. Josh was your typical all American jock, big fish from a small pond who thought he’d still be big stuff in the ocean. At 6’4 and 230 pounds of muscle, he wasn’t likely to be messed with, even with his country twang accent.
He rounded a corner and kept moving, slowly sobering up as he realized he might be lost. The party was only a couple on blocks from campus, however he still didn’t have a firm idea of the area. A small drop of water hit the back of his neck and Josh jumped off freight.
After catching his breath, Josh touched the back of his neck trying to calm miss now completely sober brain. When he removed his hand, he noticed a small black rubbery spot on his fingers. Examining it further, he rubbed his fingers together and noticed how elastic and easily it spread across his fingers.
Josh tried wiping it off but it wouldn’t budge, it was stuck to his hand. He started to continue walking, trying to get back to the street so he could find his way back to his dorm. His panic induced sobriety had subsided and a light buzz filled his head again as his body tried to process all the alcohol he had.
Josh thought the weird rubbery stuff was probably used oil, like the stuff he’d take out of his old truck back home.
The thought of his truck remind him of his ex, a beautiful girl who dumped him because she was going to California for college. In Josh’s mind, he pictured her, bare minimum an 8 with a good size rack, 34DD or something like that, and a cute butt. Letting his mind linger on her, he remembered her laying on the bed of his truck. Her nipples slowly getting erect in the cool autumn night and how sensitive they were when he flicked them with his tongue before sucking on them.
The erotic wondering if his mind had his cock slowly growing to create a tent in his pants. There was another feeling though, a warm tingling on his hand. Looking down, he noticed that the black goop was moving; spreading out slowly.
Josh was able to stay calm this time because it felt weirdly enjoyable. With his mind no longer filled with lustful thoughts, the rubbery goop stopped spreading and no longer felt warm. Josh felt this was slightly odd but decided not to worry about it until he got back to his dorm.
He continued walking and let his mind return to its wandering. The picture of his ex returned to the front of his mind, but this time she looked hotter. Her face and body had become leaner, slightly muscular. She left out a soft moan as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. Josh swore that he could actually feel his thumb on it and when he grabbed it he could feel her warm breast.
As he opened the door to his dorm, he noticed that his hand was fully enclosed by the rubbery gunk. It looked like a right rubber glove and removed all character in his hand, no hairs, fingerprints, nails, nor scars were visible.
Josh was curious, was it the goop that made it feel like he was actually grabbing a warm breast? He cleared his head of everything except the thought of feeling a large pair of tits, and to his surprise he felt the goop shift and change around his hand, emulation the soft and subtle tit.
A dangerous and perverted thought filled Josh’s mind, if it felt this good on his hand, imagine how it would feel on his cock! Josh locked himself in his room and tore off his clothes, taking special care to not get the goop anywhere else on his body, before jumping on his bed in anticipation; his cock hard in anticipation. He cleared his head of everything except a hot babe and grabbed his engorged cock with his goop covered hand. Using small thrusts of his hips, he covered his cock as he imagined slowly thrusting his cock into her. To his amazement, it was working just as he had hoped, even after he moved his hand it still felt like he was deep inside this imaginary woman.
The first sign of a problem came when a wired idea filed his head, he should cover his ass with the goop. He tried to stop his hand as it slowly lowered itself down and started rubbing his right asshole.
Goop now covered his ass and Josh could no longer concentrate on anything other than fucking. An abrupt pain shot through him as the rubbery goop thrust itself into his ass and urethra, the mental image of a hot babe suddenly replaced by drones covered completely by the goop. One drone was fucking his ass slowly as another thrust a sounding rod in and out of his urethra, slowly stroking josh’s cock as he did.
Josh was full of panic and tried to break free. He suddenly felt two hands push his shoulders down to keep him still and looked up at another drone. The drop in the back of his neck had spread out to cover his shoulders and was slowly working its way up his neck.
The fight in Josh was slowly dying, slowly giving up to be replaced by pleasure. The pleasure of having a sound in his cock and the pressure of having his ass fucked. It was so much easier to enjoy the pleasure than it was to fight it. When the goop had reached his mouth, he didn’t fight it.
The goop on his mouth began to enter, formed like a cock that slowly thrust in and out. Slowly fucking his mind, replacing his past and personality with empty pleasure.
A voice could now be heard, not Josh’s voice though, a different one. The goop’s voice, his new master’s voice. It had a simple message, ‘cum, cum and join the collective drone.’
It sounded beautiful, dominant and powerful. Why would Josh want to fight it, the goop was making him feel so much pleasure. Following its orders would probably lead to more pleasure!
Without any fight, Josh let his cum fly, and with it what was left of Josh mentally. His cum started off its normal white before turning into the black rubber goo.
Josh, now a mindless drone, took the rubber goop on his hand and spread it all over its body, completely imprisoning Josh’s body in goo. The drone then went toward the door, cock still hard, to look for suitable subjects to cum the goop onto for the creation of another drone.
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