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A newly assimilated human. Awakening to its new life as a mindless drone
Craving It
You paced your small apartment, a little anxious. The guy you had been messaging for several weeks would be here soon. You would never have expected to be able to meet a cock pred in person. Usually you just got to watch cam shows, or if you were lucky, GoPro footage of them in action. But you had found David in a forum specifically for preds, and the two of you had hit it off. When he revealed that he quite enjoyed using his dick to digest men, you were very turned on. You and he spent several long nights talking about it, whether through text or over the phone.
Several days ago he mentioned he was traveling to your city for business, and asked if you would want to meet up. You said you were unsure, and you didn’t know quite how the night would play out. He told you in no uncertain terms that if the two of you hung out, that he would go home that night with you melting down to jizz in his balls. He was very blunt, and he told you that you showed all the classic signs of willing cock food. You had a fascination with a pred’s big musky balls, you love to drinking jizz, and you told you that you knew, deep down, that your place in this world was servicing a beefy pred before feeding yourself to his dick.
You wanted to protest, to say you just found cock vore as something fun to jerk off too. That you could never actually go through with it. But as he told you this, your cock had never been harder in your life. You couldn’t help but start jerking yourself as you imagined actually meeting him. You ended up agreeing to host him when he visited, and then the two of you began discussing some details of how it would go down. Now you were counting down the minutes until he knocked on the door of your small apartment and you could get to fooling around.
You heard three quick raps on your wooden door and approached it anxiously. You unbolted the lock and opened the door wide. Before you stood a stocky man, just shy of six feet tall. The perfect word to describe him would have been beefy. He had plenty of muscles, emphasized by the tight tank-top he was wearing along with the short shorts that showed off his thick quads. But he also had a pretty healthy amount of fat. His belly was pushing out to the front of the tank top a couple inches, and his ass really looked plump. He had been sweating a little bit, and already the slightest whiff of his male pheromones caused you to chub up in your shorts. You had been relaxing in a simple pair of mesh athletic shorts, your hard dick already giving away how excited you were.
“Hey bro, good to finally meet you in person. Looking really tasty. I love churning up jocks, they always have tons of good stuff for me to absorb. Plus, they’re usually fit enough to last quite a while inside my nuts and I love a man struggling in there.”
David’s straightforward manner of speaking, of already treating you as though you were just cum that had yet to be churned up was both rather forward but also very hot. He came over and gave you a hug, and when he pulled back a little bit, he grabbed your face and shoved it in his odorous armpit.
“There you go Bud. Nice and sweaty, just like you like it. I haven’t worn deodorant in a couple of days, and I may have skipped my shower this morning. You told me how much of a scent pig you are, and I want to give you a healthy dose of my pheromones. I want to get you nice and relaxed here, and sniffing my sweaty armpits is going to do just the trick.”
You immediately begin shoving your face in there, needing no assistance from him in. You could not help yourself as you grunted and snorted, pigging out on his delicious musk. You stuck out your tongue and begin lapping up the sweat that had collected on his furry pit before switching over to his other one. After spending a couple of minutes enjoying it you certainly felt much calmer and less anxious about the whole ordeal.
“Fuck man, you definitely are a scent pig. You are definitely going to love what else I’ve got for you. But enough of that. You’re not here to worship my armpits. I’ve got something much better for you to enjoy.”
David’s dick was making a prominent bulge through his shorts. What underwear he was wearing did very little to contain the obvious arousal that pred displayed, and his confident swagger made you feel that much more secure in your decision to feed his dick. Not only was the pred someone who was happy to talk you through your concerns, but now that it was time to do the deed, he was letting his natural alpha personality out in force. Not only that, but per your initial discussions, you had the heat cranked up in your apartment and all of the ventilation shut. Already he was starting to sweat more, to fill the small, enclosed room with his pheromones. You were in pig heaven as your own cock began creating a damp spot on the front of your shorts as you enjoyed David’s stink.
Abruptly, David grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to your knees. His hands reached behind the back of your head, and soon he was pushing your face against his bulge. You felt the heat radiating out from his groin, even hotter than in the sauna of a room. You could actually feel his cock and balls growing inside of his shorts, as the bulge started to push you away. You could feel his cock twitching and throbbing, sensing it was going to be fed tonight. You could feel his entire heartbeat through his groin, as he pressed you against there without saying a word. You knew it was part of the conditioning, and it would help you deliver me maximum amount of nutrition to his body after he melted you down. Hearing his heartbeat was soothing, and already your mind was imagining how amazing it would feel to be growing his body even more after you were melted down in his nuts.
“You contacted me because you wanted to firsthand experience becoming food for someone’s cock. I’m here to give you that chance bud. A sexy jock like you is gonna feel great, sloshin’ around in my sack as you melt.“
You want go, giving you some room to pull away a bit. You cleared your throats, and looked up at him from your position kneeling before him.
“For sure. I’ve always felt that, deep down, I belong as cum in someone’s balls, you know?”
You smiled as you said that and ruffled your hair. You could tell he was turned on, and now his groin actively pulsed and twitched visibly through the front of his shorts.
“I wanted the chance to worship my new home before we ‘do it’, if that’s cool.”
You have been very clear that while you had every intention of offering yourself up as a willing cock snack, there were a couple of things you wanted to enjoy first, things that you could only do with a cock pred.
“You know I sort of have a fetish for sniffing musky balls, and really hoped I could enjoy yours from the outside before I enjoy it from the inside.”
You suddenly felt something sweaty and heavy slap back down on your shoulder. His balls had grown visibly larger through the front of his shorts, and he quickly shucked them. Underneath was a flimsy pair of white briefs that, if anything, were more scandalous than if he would have been naked. The thin material was clearly struggling to contain the monster inside of it. You watched in awe as a small damp spot quickly grew larger and larger as David began leaking precum. Soon a quarter of the material was soaked with his pre, making it cling even tighter to the massive equipment within.
“Oh wow. They’re huge!”
Even though you had seen pictures before, you have never seen a cock bread in person. It was almost comical how big his balls were getting already. While they were rather large to begin with, each was easily the size of an avocado and still growing. His dick was still extremely soft, but looked almost as large as an empty bottle of soda crammed into those tighty-whities. Your own cock was impossibly hard.
“There is a pred right here”, you thought. “He wants to feed me to his cock and melted me into thick musky cum.” You should be terrified. But instead your arousal had reached greater heights than you imagined. You had remembered reading that a pred’s pheromones could make willing prey start to crave being transformed into the pred’s next load. Breathing in his musk would slowly help you down the path to sliding down his shaft and becoming soupy spunk, feeding and invigorating the pred while giving you the greatest sexual pleasure a person could experience.
“Can I take off your underwear?” you asked.
“You may”
You grabbed his briefs and try to peel them off. His cock has already grown so large that it was going to be a challenge to disrobe him in this state. As you puzzled what to do, he peeled off his tank top, showing off his furry ball gut. Seeing the sexy man above you take his shirt off, you decide to opt for a different tactic. You start massaging his cloth-covered orbs, planning on turning him on enough so his growth shreds the pathetic briefs.
“Fuck you’re so big.” you state, as his cock and balls grow even more. You can see the fabric struggling, and losing, to contain the growing member. He stand there as you massage his cock from above the damp, pre-soaked briefs, working it over and causing it to grow and swell. As you massage his meat, you begin pawing at your own hard cock through your shorts. You used to think of yourself as rather hung before you saw how large a cock pred to grow to. Hoping to give him that last push, you peel off your shorts and threw them the same pile with his clothing. You flex for him will still on your knees, showing off your muscled physique. Then you turn around and bend over, wiggling your perky bubble butt at him. He growls at the sight, and you start to hear a tearing sound.
You offer the pred your worn leather armchair to use. You want to make him comfortable after all. You want to provide him the maximum pleasure of melting you down, just as you are brought to an Indescribable sexual high as he will cummify you. Your apartment is small, but you offered it all to this man to use as he cum digests you. His musk continues to spread and inundate your senses, and some of the earlier cares from before start to fade away. You don’t have to worry about what will happen to your apartment, or your job. Cum does not have such worries.
“Fuck you’re so big. I wanna see you shred those briefs.”
He sits down with his bulging arms crossed, and in a show of force, flexes as out bursts his cock. Shreds of underwear fall to the floor as his cock is still only semi hard at over a foot long as his coconut-sized nuts hang off the front of the armchair as David grins and run his hands across the top of his veiny cock, holding it with his right as he smacks it against his left. You see a massive glob of precum forming at the tip, and reflexively move close to lick it, but freeze.
“Sir…may I have permission to taste your pre?”
The more of his musk you breathe in, the more submissive you feel. It’s not just that you feel the need to submit to David. It is almost like you view his cock and balls as a separate entity. They seem deserving of your worship. You want to prostrate yourself before them and praise it on high. It continues to grow in his hands and makes you feel even more in awe of its size and they swell larger.
You lean in and open your mouth, and slurp up a big glob. It is delicious. Salty and masculine and unique. You felt it coat your throat as it slid down into your stomach, spreading a tingling sense of pleasure throughout your body.
“Fank u fir”, you try to say through a mouthful of pre.
In a way to taunt you, David grunts as you see a bulge travel up his cock as the slit opens wide and you’re hit with a rush of warm precum. You groan. The smell is incredible. A fresh burst of pred pre like that ramped your libido up to eleven. It starts to modify how you think even more than his musk. More and more you want to be jizz in those balls.
“May I worship those fat sweaty cum tanks Sir?”
He nods once more. He moved my legs around so his huge nuts had a chance to roll around my thighs so he could give you a better view of them. You lacked words to adequately describe how purely sexual you found his balls. They’re fucking beautiful. Big and hairy and wrinkled,
You lean in and start to sniff. Their musky odor continues the process of making you dumb and craving to be cock food. Soon high on huffing your sack you start to kiss and lick it. You pull a mouthful of David’s saggy skin and enjoy his taste. You bury my face in his balls, not wanting fresh air anymore.
He bends over and manage to grab your head as his nuts grow big enough to practically smother you as he pulls you into it, unhampered by his briefs now. It takes everything you have not to cum as the pred pulls you towards his sack. Your cock is hard and dripping pre, nowhere near as much as the pred, but you are more aroused than ever before. You really get into the ball worship now. The sound is muffled, but you tell his musky sack how much you love it, how hard it’s musk makes you hard, and how much you wanna be food for it. He pushes his nuts deeper on your face and locks you in place, forcing you to live off the smell of his sweaty sac as he rolls his hips around. After almost passing out, you start a thorough tongue bath, getting every inch and fold of the stretchy skin.
You in total bliss as your mind is getting foggier. You crave his musk beyond all reason at this point, struggling to get as much of it in your lungs as you can. The heat of your warm apartment has sweat dripping down his nuts as they continue to grow. Big droplets slide down his wrinkled skin as you move quickly to lick them all up. You know you do not have to be gentle as a pred’s balls are all but immune to feeling pain from force. Instead you focus on using your strong arms to massage his sack, grabbing and hugging his nuts as you continue to pig out on his scent and sweat.
You feel something wet and slick on your back, having almost lost track of time. His dick must have been leaking precum all over you while you got lost in the sweaty confines of his nuts. The wet slickness of the pre on your back gives you pause. You then feel guilty. This pred’s balls have been getting all the attention. It’s time you start servicing his cock. He eases off from smothering you with my nuts.
“Whoops, I almost got carried away. It’s a little known fact, but I’m actually able to absorb men directly into my ball sack. Any longer and my nuts would have simply sucked you on in, converting you straight into additional mass for my testicles instead of turning you down into sticky, musky spunk.”
David looks down at you, your face covered in a mixture of drool, precum, and ball sweat. There’s a huge puddle underneath you from your leaky cock, and your whole body is sweaty from the effort of pleasuring him. He grabs his cock, now almost a foot and a half of meat and growing thicker, and waves it over his massive sack. His control over his anatomy was excellent. He had been constraining the growth of his cock while allowing his balls to grow massive, in order to give you tons to enjoy. You hadn’t even realize that they were now the size of beach balls, supported by the floor just as much as they were supported by the armchair.
“You want this boy to that you slowly with his mouth? Really work over your cock and balls? Totally pig out on my manhood?”
David watches as you pull up only for his massive cock to be mere inches from your face as he flexes his dick. Finally getting to move a bit, you tearfully pull away from the musky sack and are greeted with a huge pred cock. It is still not even fully hard yet, and already it is bigger than the largest toy, let alone the largest man, that has ever been inside of you. You move forward and start kissing and Frenching his piss slit, gulping down his precum.
You had mentioned one of your other fetishes, cum bloating, and your desire to get stuffed full of David’s pre. As you had discussed, he knew you planned to suck it down until your belly was swollen and full, sloshing around with over a gallon of his sweet sticky precum. You were soon rewarded as another grunt from him as he forces you to swallow up another large glob of precum which then starts pouring out the slit like a running faucet. You gulp and gulp and gulp, trying to use your hands to stroke his cock, and coax even more juices out of it.
You keep coaxing more out of him, and it seemed your thirst was endless. David’s precum was the only thing you planned on drinking ever again, and you wanted to get as much if it as you could. You slurped and swallowed until it hurt before finally pulling back, getting drenched in another gush of his continuously leaking juices. Your greedy pigginess had pre leaking down your face and all over the front of your muscled jock body, and all over the floor. You let out a big precummy burp and smacked your lips, loving the feeling of fullness in your belly. Every stroke seems to make his cock grow bigger, and you already need two hands to hold it but it just gets heavier and heavier
“Fuck, your musk and your pre….how do you not have men feeding themselves to you every day?”
“I do man. You’re almost done having my last meal. Skinny twink, saw me getting coffee and asked to suck me off. My rules are if you drain these tanks, you gotta fill ‘em back up though. He didn’t think I was serious, but I have been slowly digesting him all afternoon. There wasn’t a ton of body mass on him, and I figured he would be just the fuel needed to leak enough for you, my piggy little cock snack. Quite the fighter, but he was delicious"
“Mmm…..yeah he is. Before you get too big, would you wanna fill my ass like you filled my stomach?”
“Sure man! I love stretching out a hole as I grow. But you better hurry before my cock gets too big. I don’t need to be splitting you in half now.“
David laughed at his proclamation, and in your musk and precum addled state, you smiled at his joy. You wanted to make him and yourself feel good. Good cockfood like you exists purely to provide pleasure to men, especially right before a hot pred like this slurps you up and melts you down. You nodded dumbly and turned around. You knew you don’t need to bother with lube because of how leaky his cock was. You were glad you took the time to thoroughly clean out before, because there was no way that huge pred cock was waiting another second before stuffing you.
He used both of his hands to hold near the base of his cock and smacked it against your ass a couple of times. It was still leaking, and soon your backside was slick with his juices. You grunted and start shoving back. His cock head was huge, and still leaking, but after a minute of struggling and sloshing you managed to put it in your hole. You planned on taking a brief rest to recover from the efforts of slipping him past your anal ring, but then you felt his dick growing into you. Even more, it now felt like he was pissing precum into you. The feeling was heavenly. None the less you managed to shove another inch in you before your ass feels like it was tearing.
“Ok Sir, now flood my guts!”
He moaned and pushed his hips forward. You could feel his cock deep inside you, deeper than any man has ever been before. His nuts were heavy and starting to pull up, as he was already worked up from your oral ministrations. He had enough time to thrust a couple times before he groaned in pleasure. He grabbed your hips and managed to stuff his cock just a bit deeper, as deep in your guts as he could go. His grip was like iron, and his balls were so hot that you could feel the heat from them all over your ass. You knew that this pred still had the majority of a young twink inside his balls, and he was about to fill you up all the way.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
You could feel the warm cum inflating your insides. There was so much, and it felt like he and shove to hose into your greedy ass. He grew his dick just a little bit as he unloaded, forming a Tight Seal around your ass to ensure none of his cum spilled out from your backside. You felt blast after blast of potent pred jizz filling your rectum up, and then pushing his load even deeper into you. Your stomach was already rather full from all the precum, but his massive load pushed up from your colon up to your belly. Soon you felt your stomach expanding to capacity, then you felt jizz rising in your throat.
Never before have you been fucked so full of cum that it filled use the point where it was leaking at your mouth, and the feeling was everything you had hoped it would be. You opened your mouth slightly, groaning in pleasure as his load started to dribble down your chin and onto your chest. This man had so much cream inside his balls from his earlier meal that he filled you to the point of overflowing. Your gut was stretched so full it look like you were pregnant, and you loved the feeling of his seed pumping you so full that you would have trouble moving.
“Thank you so much Sir. This feels incredible. I’m so full of your seed.”
David grinned as he managed to pull his cock out just far enough as to let you try to squeeze your hole shuts. He slowly in and out of you, encouraging you to keep your ass tight so that he wouldn’t leak out of you. Eventually, his dick pulled free. You tried to hold down, but you were just so full. Some of his seed dribble down your ass, but you could tell that the majority of what he pumped into you was staying inside.
“Now that you’re full of my cream. I think it’s time we get you inside this cock. It’s been aching for you.”
"Oh yes sir. I wanna be in there so bad. Make me into cum.”
You can’t move now, you’re so full. Your balance and center of gravity are totally off. In addition, the stink in the room from sweat, precum, and pred jizz has made it difficult for you to form even the barest of thoughts. Your mind is dominated by the massive pair of cock and balls in front of you. All you can think about is how amazingly big they are, how great they smell, and how your every desire is either pleasuring them or climbing in so you can feel yourself get melted down.
“Sir, I may need your help ….”
He gets up, his cock now looking monstrous at this point. It was big and freakish and hungry for you. You can see every detail of the huge cock head. It really was a massive helmet of flesh, dark red and swollen. His piss slit had grown wider and wider, precum was still dribbling out of it steadily. The shaft of his cock was covered with a multitude of thick veins. The amount of blood required to keep such an organ erect was staggering, but it was one of many special features that a pred had at their disposal.
He helped you so that you were angled to face the giant slit of his cock, careful to adjust yourself in light of the massive amount of cum you’ve swallowed up. You were a little sad that all of this seed was dampening be natural musk of his balls. On some level you knew it was for the best. If you were allowed to go back to worshipping his massive sack, you would surely have just fed yourself to it and grown his nuts. But that was not what you agreed to. You promised for him to slurp you up and melt you down, and that was all you could think about now.
“I need it Sir. I’m ready. I wanna be cum. Make me into your next load. I need it.”
You gazed into his hungry cock, which pauses briefly as he stand with his hands on his hips as his cock simply stretches forward and pushes into your face as the slit swallows up your head. You feel his slimy cock maw stretch over your head, wrapping your visage in its spongy flesh. When his cock lips go over your face, you initially struggle. But they feel so soft and warm and slick with pre that you relax. You wiggle your head a bit, in order to get it coated with pre-cum. You want to make it easy for the pred to swallow you, and to making sure you’re coated with pre will keep you all lubed up. You take big breaths before squirming deeper, up to your neck. The smell is even better from inside the preds cock than you could imagine. But you can tell the best is still deeper in.
You make sure to twist and squirm so you give him pleasure from inside his cock head, and soon your whole head up to your shoulders is in. He flexes and grunts as he feels his cock begin its feast as it hungrily starts to pull your mass inside. The undulations of his cock massage your skin and keep slicking more of you up with his pred precum.
The hardest part is getting your shoulders in. You put your arms flat at your sides and try to scrunch in, but it still took a minute for the huge cock to pop more of you in. With that part out of the way you push in a bit more, feeling the fleshy walls of the shaft slurp you in deeper, contracting and gripping like a snake eating a large rat. Once you were in up to your elbows you get a little light headed and start to relax and let the cock do more and more of the work. It’s so warm, like you’re enclosed in a humid sticky sleeping bag of cock flesh, and you can’t wait to get in more. You don’t have to do much. David’s cock is inexorable; easily devouring you whole inch after inch. He can taste you in his cock and simply wants more and more as watches you disappear all while his cock swells in size and girth.
Now you’re up to your calves. Your cock is drooling pre-cum continuously. You’re so full and happy on his cream, now that you are inside his cock. You fail to realize the cum digestion process has already started, working from the inside. All that hot jizz is softening you up, making it easier to slide down into his meat. Soon your feet pop in, and your head reaches the entrance to his balls. From the outside, you can see him standing still until he sits down back in the armchair so he can get comfortable for the next part. Now his cock was finally fully hard, sticking up in the air over five feet as the last of you was pulled in. When your toes finally slipped past his cock head and you were completely sealed within him, a large gush of precum splashed down his gargantuan dick.
His cock felt like a cocoon to you. You felt nice, safe and warm even though you know the first stages of cum digestion were already happening. David had coached you to keep wiggling once you were inside of his cock. There were some men who, once they were encased within the shaft, never made it to down to David’s balls. They enjoyed the feeling of being constricted by his shaft too much, and David had to melt them down while still in his cock. He mentioned how it Didn’t feel nearly as good as churning someone up in his balls, and in your current state, you only wanted to do what was most pleasurable for him. You shimmied and wriggled further and further down his shaft until you felt the entrance to his sack.
There was a shift underneath you, and then there was an opening you could slide into. It was steamy and made you crave his balls even more, and soon you popped your head fully into David’s balls. The chamber was stiflingly hot, like a steam room. But the smell…. It was pure, unfiltered primal pred cum. That progenitor seed, the kind that melts down cockfood like you into a pred’s load. This was the good stuff, the soupy liquid that would ultimately render you down into musky man cream. You took a big inhale and finally blew your load. This made you shift, and it was like his cock let go of me.
You slid down the rest of his shaft and into David’s balls. They were huge, and stretched even farther when you entered them. There was a splash of jizz as you plopped in, spraying the primal pred cum all over your body. It felt like relaxing in a hot tub. It was warm, almost bubbling, and as soon as it touched your skin you felt so lustful and needy. You rolled around a few times, coating your body completely in it. Soon you had a good layer of his seed all over you. You were at maximum cum saturation inside and out.
Stuffed full, but still wanting more, you rolled my body until your face was in the liquid, which was steadily rising. You took a big gulp of cum and shot another meager load of your own seed.
You moved and adjusted yourself, stretching against the spongy flesh walls of your new home, signaling that you was safely tucked in
Unbeknownst to you, David is digging his arms into the leather armchair as his cock begins the next phase of its digestion. He spreads his legs extra wide to accommodate not only his now massive ball sack, but a hundred and ninety pounds of jock stuffed into it. His cock is hard and throbbing, almost painfully so. You have done such a good job of servicing him that he almost felt bad for what he was going to do to you. He begins using his legs to massage and stroke his sack. It was as if he could tell you had begun drinking his spunk. Even if you were not though, he would have just shoved your face down into the warm, steamy liquid. Once he knew you were fully saturated, he attempted to start jerking himself off. It was a bit of a challenge, considering how large it was, but slurping up willing prey always had him so aroused that it would never take too much effort.
“Fuck yeah man, you’ve worshipped my balls so thoroughly. I’ve never had prey so completely devoted to them. Fuck you were practically willing to feed yourself to my sack from the outside, and now you are fucking making love to my nuts from the inside. It’s a shame about to turn you into a ball batter, ‘cuz you would have made a great ball sniffing sub. It’s okay though, you’re about to become part of the thing you worship so much. You gotta be like fifty percent jizz by now anyway, but if you can still hear me, keep doing that. Worship my sack, rub my nuts from the inside, and keep filling yourself up with more and more of my spunk.”
You feel him push down on you, dunking your head back into the slowly rising level of his ball batter. You suck in another glorious mouthful as you roll around in it again, still fat and bloated from the jizz he stuffed you with earlier. Already you can feel certain thoughts and memories slipping away, as though those parts of your brain are melting and slowly liquefying. The desire to service cock still remains, and more importantly, the mighty need you feel to be churned into David’s next load is overpowering.
You can’t speak much, so the noises you make are deep moans and gurgles, but the vibrations travel through his sack. He hears how piggy you have become, rolling and grunting in his cum, unable to get enough. The temperature increases, and the cum now sloshes around more violently. You feel a numbness and tingling in your extremities, as well as deep in your guts.
‘Fuck…wanna be jizz….feels so good…need to please cock….love musk….such sexy fat balls…“
He continues rubbing my nuts, the bulges inside beginning to buff and smooth out. His nuts swell even bigger as he inexorably cummifies a fully grown man. He begins moaning louder as this dick surges forward. If grows a little thicker, a little heavier. The heat coming off of it is incredible, to the point where it is almost too uncomfortable to hold. David’s cock and balls are covered with a sheen of sweat, so much that it is rolling off not in rivulets, but a steady drizzle. He feels the tingling inside his groin as his balls start to pull and move. They’re starting to tenderize his prey, by slowly grinding against him, causing your softening form to yield more and more. More and more of you gets broken down, fueling David’s cock.
It’s so warm. You can barely think.
'wanna be jizz…..wanna be jizz…..wanna be jizz….’
You know you were almost to the point of no return. You can tell that all of his delicious jizz is liquefying you from the inside out. Most of your insides are sexy, musky come. There’s so much of it around you, and it’s melting you more and more. You have almost no sensation in your extremities, and you’re pretty sure your arms and legs are almost all liquid now. The temperature rises more and more, but you feel a disconnect from the Heat and pain. You only feel pleasure now, as though the sensations of your dick are the only nerve endings left in your body.
It almost feels like your dick is pissing jizz out of it. You are stuck in a perpetual orgasm as you jizz away more and more of the potent seed inside of you. You shut your eyes, and soon the level of jizz rises above your head. You are suspended in it, feeling the warm embrace of David’s spunk all around you. Then, you start to feel tendrils of yourself growing his cock. You can’t describe it, but it is almost like you have two awarenesses. One is fading, and it comes from your old body. But the other awareness is growing stronger, and it is adding mass and energy to David. You smile, knowing that you are making his gargantuan cock and transcendent balls even more alluring to other men. You are barely more than lust now, all of your thoughts now turning to the last few moments of getting churned up.
"Melt me all the way. Cummify me. I want it so bad. I’m almost there. I wanna fill up your balls all the way!”
David’s cock grows even heavier, the head beginning to dip down to the floor. The last of your thoughts start to fade away, and you disperse into his dick and the massive volume of boiling jizz in his balls. His sack starts to seize, his balls pulling up as he gets closer and closer to release. He grabs it and tries to pull it up over his head as high as he can, using his arms and upper body as leverage.
He cannot even stroke himself anymore, but he knows what he has to do in order to push himself over the edge. He shuts his eyes and thinks about how amazing you were pleasuring him. How horny you were to sniff and lick his balls, how badly you wanted it. He knew that even though you were hesitant, he was doing you a favor by helping you find your place in the world as nothing but jizz in his nuts. That was what finally did it. The feeling that he convinced another man to willingly offer himself up to get melted down into spunk in order to give David some energy and some extra size in his junk pushed him over the edge.
He groaned loudly, his cock now almost seven feet long and thicker around then an industrial trash can. His nuts pulled up tight against him and he let out a shout. Cum erupted out of his cock, and his spurts where the size of water balloons. It was a massive torrent, a tribute to everything you did to pleasure him. His cock kept shooting and shooting, minute after minute. Soon there was an inch of jizz on the floor of the apartment and still David kept unloading. He was caught in the wonderful ecstasy of orgasming while his sack was full of prey, and that always emptied him out.
Eventually, he could tell that every last drop of you is gone. The level of cum is up to his ankles, and the apartment is completely covered in spunk. This cock starts shrinking down back to its normal size, just over nine inches soft. He notes with a smirk that his balls are far fatter than usual, since apparently your fascination with his nuts let them grow far bigger than he was used to. A cocky smile slowly spreads across his face as he reaches his finger down and dips it in his cream covering the floor. He pulls it up to his lips, tasting it and letting out a lusty sigh.
“Thanks for being my meal bro. Now I’ve got to get out of here. There is this total stud of a daddy bear who’s been messaging me for ages, and he wants me to fuck him and breed him before melting him down. Thanks for the extra size, I’m sure we will both love it.”
[Based on a role play with Dodeedodoesatumblin]
No Nut November 2
A direct sequel to No Nut November
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The sound of keys jingling and footsteps approaching the front door snapped the jock out of his post-orgasmic haze. He grinned wickedly, giving his new package a firm squeeze.
"Showtime, buddy boy. Hope you're ready for this."
Luke took a deep breath as he entered his shared home with Tommy. He felt good post-workout. His muscles ached, and the cool air felt good against his sleeveless arms.
"Tommy's gonna love these." He thought, looking down at his biceps.
A sense of pride swelled- he was definitely making progress. He couldn't wait to hold Tommy close against him with his big arms and plant kisses down his neck.
"Hey babe, I'm ho-" Luke stopped mid-sentence as he saw the huge, hairy beast of a man standing in the living room, "Uh, who the hell are you? Where's Tommy?"
The new jock grinned, stroking his massive bulge. He could feel Tommy twitching.
"Name's Chad. Your boy Tommy and I had a little…switch-up. He's right here." He patted his crotch slowly.
Luke raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Luke's eyes narrowed as he looked the intruder up and down, taking in every inch of the muscular, hairy frame. This guy was bigger than him, meatier than him- clearly knew his way around the gym.
"Oh, I think you heard me loud and clear, buddy boy. Your little bitch boyfriend thought he could neglect me. So I gave him a new purpose." He reached down and cupped the prominent bulge straining against his tight underwear, "But I'm not cruel like him, I'm giving him plenty of attention."
"You're not making any sense. Stop playing fucking games." Luke snarled, fists clenching at his sides. "Where. Is. Tommy."
Chad threw his head back and laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very walls of the apartment.
"Oh man, you really don't get it, do you? Let me spell it out for you, dumbass." He reached down and grabbed the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down to expose his massive, throbbing cock. "This right here? This is Tommy now. Just my fat, throbbing fuck stick."
Luke's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he stared at the enormous appendage. That didn't make sense. What the fuck was this guy talking about?
"What kind of fucking sick joke is this?" Luke took a step forward, fists clenched.
"Believe it, bro. Little Tommy is loving every second of his new life as my meaty cock. Can't you tell?" Almost if on cue, precum dripped from the tip of Chad's massive cock.
"Fuck this. Get out now." Luke grabbed his phone- he would call Tommy, then the cops and get this figured out.
But with lightning speed, Chad was on top of Luke, forcing the phone out of his hands.
"Oh don't worry. You'll be reacquainted with Tommy." Chad smirked as he forced Luke to his knees, despite the other man's resistance, "Time to teach you what happens when you neglect such a perfect ass." Luke tried to struggle, to push away, but it was useless. Chad's grip was iron-tight as he forcibly sank to his knees.
"This is what you get for being such a selfish top," Chad sneered, fisting his massive cock mere inches from Luke's face.
Despite Luke's best efforts to resist, Chad overpowered him. With a firm grip on the back of Luke's head, the muscular jock thrust his hips forward, forcing his massive cock past the other man's lips and deep into his throat.
"Fuuuuck yeah, take it all like a good little cock sleeve!" Chad's heavy balls slapped against Luke's chin.
Luke's thoughts were racing- how was this happening? Was he really getting face fucked right now? What about Tommy? Was Tommy okay? Luke's hands weakly pushing up against Chad's massive hairy thighs. But his resistance faded when he heard a familiar voice echo in his mind with each thrust of the jock's cock.
"L-Luke? Oh god, baby, is that you? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen!"
Luke's eyes widened in shock as Tommy's panicked voice rang out in his head. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he struggled to swallow the massive cock.
"T-Tommy? Baby, what the hell is going on? How are you inside my head? Where are you?" Luke thought, drool leaking down his chin.
"I-I don't know, I swear! One minute I was normal, and the next…" Tommy's mental voice hitched, "Oh god, Luke, I'm so fucking hard right now. Being in your throat like this…it feels amazing!"
Luke shuddered as he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his hands. He glanced down in confusion, watching as his strong, muscular digits began to shrink and reshape before his eyes. His fingers curled inward, palms shifting, joints cracking. Within moments, his hands had completely transformed into dainty, high-arched feet, wiggling helplessly at the ends of his wrists.
Tommy's disembodied voice echoed in Luke's mind, "Oh my god, Luke! I think it's happening to you too!"
"W-what's happening to me, Tommy?" Luke's panicked voice echoed in their shared mental space.
Luke gasped around Chad's pistoning cock as he felt a searing heat spread through his upper arms. He watched in shock as his sculpted biceps and triceps began to shift and morph. The dense muscle thinned and elongated, condensing into two slender, hairless legs. They twisted and contorted, positioning themselves to rest delicately upon Chad's broad, hairy shoulders.
"Fuck, your new legs feel so good wrapped around me," Chad grunted, continuing his relentless assault on Luke's throat.
"Luke, no you need to get away!" Tommy's frantic mental voice rang out as Luke felt his powerful legs and thighs beginning to tingle and shift.
Luke whimpered around Chad's cock as he felt his muscular thighs slim down and condense. The thick, ropy muscles smoothed out into sleek, hairless arms. His feet shifting into dainty hands in a series of sickening cracks.
"Tommy… please tell me what's happening." He begged again, although terrified of the answer.
His eyes widened as his hair began to fall before his eyes. But worse yet, his once chiseled jawline softened, cheekbones becoming more pronounced as his face plumped out slightly. He could feel his neck shrinking, as his head merged with his upper chest, which was condensing, forming the curve of his new lower back. At the same time, his abs rippled and took on the form of lean back muscles and small, petite shoulders.
"Mmm, look at these. Gonna look so hot bouncing on my cock!" Chad grinned wickedly, reaching up to grope and knead the doughy flesh of Luke's increasingly plump cheeks, "So soft…"
"Mhmmmm yes daddy…"
Luke recoiled, at the sound of a new voice that seemingly piped up from behind him, sounding needy and desperate. It was soft. Barely an audible whisper.
"Please… Use me! It's been so long… I've been so lonely without anyone to play with me."
"Look at this little slut already begging for cock." He glared down at Luke, who's face was becoming more and more obscured by his expanding cheeks, "Your poor ass, dude. Can't you tell how much you've been neglecting it?"
"Oh god… Luke…" Tommy whispered, his sense of dread palpable as he realized too what was happening, "You're… Luke... I'm so sorr-"
Tommy's voice cut off abruptly as Chad pulled his massive cock out of Luke's throat with a wet pop. Saliva and precum dribbled down Luke's chin as he gulped for air, hyperventilating with panic and revulsion. Chad just smirked, watching Luke's face balloon outward obscenely, eyes squeezing shut as Luke's cheeks expanded into a set of soft globes that continued to grow and round out. Luke whimpered, trying to pull away but finding his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.
"Ooh yes, grab my big juicy ass! I've missed this so much!"
"Fuck…" Chad moaned, reaching back to grope and knead Luke's swelling cheeks.
As Chad groped his cheeks and the twink's voice echoed in his head, realization hit him. And it hit him hard. The doughy, plumping flesh Chad was gleefully groping and slapping…
"Yesss, more! Grab my tight juicy ass, spank it, wreck it!" The slutty little fucktoy squealed in ecstasy, bucking its hips to grind against Chad's groping hands.
Through the haze of shame and revulsion, pieces clicked into place for Luke.
"I'm... no... no, no, no..." Deny it as much as he wanted, Luke knew. He was becoming the jiggly bubble butt of a desperate, cock-hungry slut, "No no no this can't be happening!"
Luke wailed internally as he felt his features blurring and melting, reforming into the heart-shaped curves of a prime piece of twink ass. His puckered lips stretched wide and ready. His nose and mouth compressed into a puckered, twitching asshole. He could feel his uvula shifting, becoming nothing more than the twink's new prostate. And suddenly, Chad was thrusting again- his massive cock slamming into Luke.
"Help me Tommy, please!" He begged silently, praying his boyfriend could somehow reverse this nightmare transformation.
"Ohhh fuuuck yes, look at those cheeks bounce!" Chad groaned, gripping the plush globes that had once been Luke's face and spreading them wide.
"No… please…" Luke remembered doing the same to Tommy's ass during their lovemaking, but now...
Through it all, Tommy's concerned voice echoed in what was left of Luke's mind, "I'm so sorry babe, I never meant for this to happen to you! Please, it's going to be okay…"
"Mmmph! Ooh yes, spank me harder!"
The twink's voice squealed in delight as Chad delivered stinging slaps to the plump cheeks. Luke recoiled, feeling his cheeks vibrate. Only able to clench around the thick cock splitting him open.
"Aww yeah, take it you fucking slut!" Chad growled, punctuating each word with a sharp smack to the jiggling cheeks.
Luke shuddered and clenched around the invading shaft. His mind spun, trying desperately to grapple with his new predicament. But he couldn't. How could he?
"Is this all I am now?"
"No Luke, please don't think like that!" Tommy's voice rang out in their shared mental link.
But even as Tommy spoke, Luke's mind was breaking. His memories of weightlifting, of holding Tommy close, of planning their future together. Reconciling the man he was with what he'd become...
"Yes, yes! Ruin my holes!" The twink's voice keened, higher and more needy with each thrust. "Fuck me harder, make me your cock sleeve!"
"I'm just a hole…"
"No no NO! Luke, what are you saying?" Tommy mentally sobbed.
But it was too late. Luke's psyche crumpled under the weight of his transformation, unable to reconcile the strong, proud man he'd been with this slutty twink's cock-hungry ass that he'd become. It was simpler, easier, to just…let go. To surrender to the role fate had assigned him.
"Yes, yes! Wreck my holes!" The twink's voice shrieked in ecstasy, lost in the throes of depraved pleasure. "Fuck me harder, ruin me for anyone else!"
With a roar of triumph, Chad hilted himself fully inside the plump cheeks, painting its insides white with him cum. In that moment of pure, overwhelming bliss, the tenuous mental link between Luke and Tommy shattered. As Chad slowly pulled out with a wet squelch, a flood of cum poured out of the twink's gaping, twitching hole.
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As the weeks dragged on, one thing remained constant - the relentless pounding of Chad's massive cock into the twink's eager, jiggly ass. The muscular jock used his new fucktoy daily, sometimes multiple times a day, working the plush cheeks raw with his thick shaft. Luke, once a proud top and caring boyfriend, now reduced to a pair of fucked-out cheeks, existed only to serve Chad's massive cock.
And in those moments when Tommy would be forced to invade Luke, his pleas would echo in the fractured remnants of Luke's psyche.
"Luke, please… I know you're still in there somewhere." But the responses, when they came at all, were hollow and distant.
"Just his ass…" The words repeated like a mantra, a broken record spinning in the void where Luke's identity had once resided. There was no recognition of his former self, no willingness to accept he'd been anything different.

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Room A55, your new home for the semester. Everyone, including you, were surprised to be accepted into the fraternity. They suspiciously agreed without question, even being rather eager for you to join them. You worried about how well you’d fit in, not being particularly ‘dudebro’ in nature. Reading books on college football seemed like an oxymoron, but at least you now understand the general concept behind ‘touchdowns’. Your options had been limited, it was the last space available; so here you were, about to meet your college roommate.
Looking for the right door, you pass by all the pumpkins decorating the dorm building corridor. Superstitious as it may be, but moving in on Halloween seemed like a bad omen. Especially considering the frat was known for its…tricks more than its treats. Eventually you find the right door - the number hanging loosely from a metal placard. You go to knock, but instead your clenched fist pushes the door ajar.
The frat dorm was a mess, clothes piled up on the floor and take-out packaging sat like historical artifacts. On the bed lay your new frat roommate. Brett, a 20 year old jock. Shirtless, his fit form was on full display, chest glistening in the warm sunlight bouncing through the closed window. He looks over briefly and barely pays you any attention, instead he seems focused on cleaning his sneakers with a…towel. A football game screeches out from a nearby radio
You’re knocked back by a wall of humid, acrid air - swirling with the scent of sweat and feet. You turn away from the room and take a big gulp before entering the hotbox.
“Uh…hey dude.” You call out and then recoil, regretfully. Each word meant swallowing down a mouthful of body odour. “Ack. Mind if I crack the win—”
*Brrrpp* A loud burp interrupts you. “Hey queer, was wondering when you were gonna show up. The names Brett.”
You are taken aback by how casually he threw that insult at you. Sure, you weren’t expecting the frat to be the most progressive of places but you didn’t expect to get clocked so quickly. “Wh—you can’t call me that! You…meathead.” You attempt to clap back, but your slightly wheezy voice failed to convey much confidence. Brett’s bemused expression didn’t help.
“Don’t get all worked up princess. It’s a matter of fact. It’s just how things work here, you’ve been assigned as my gay.” Brett sits up, giving you a full view of his muscled chest. “Chill. I’m not like most of the others here, I have nothing against the gays, you have your place on the hierarchy. And i’m an ally. Count yourself lucky bro.” How kind, you think. Today’s off to a great start.
You try to assess the seriousness of his declaration, but once again, he just smiles back at you. “Yes, how very supportive of you. Brett. I’m not sure our definition of ally is the same…”
“So, gay.”
“My name’s actually—“ You start to correct, before Brett loudly clears his throat.
“So. Is that your Halloween costume?” Brett questions, looking incredulously down at your pastel coloured hoodie and baggy trousers. He tilts his head towards your messy hair that sits just above your eyes - dyed rather flamboyantly with blonde highlights.
“These are my normal clothes?” You respond, though it sounds more like a question than a statement of fact.
“Cute.” He says, with obvious sarcasm. Brett on the other hand looked like the typical all American jock. If anyone was wearing a costume, it was him. But you wagered he enjoyed playing into that stereotype. That it was part of the persona he liked to display. The toxic fuckboy. But with secretly a heart of gold? God, you hoped so.“Enough with the fucking pleasantries though brah.” Ah. Perhaps not. Maybe a bronze heart at best. “So, do you like it up the butt hole?”
“What!?”
“Oh learn to lighten up and laugh at yourself. I’m a butt guy too. Although maybe not quite in the same way. What makes YOU like ass so much?” It would have been easier to argue if Brett wasn’t so hot. And oblivious in a annoyingly cute way. Well intentioned but clearly falling short on the brain cell lottery. You catch yourself hopelessly blushing in front of him.
“I—I’m not gonna explain my love of butts to you. They’re just nice. Soft, round and big in all the right places…ahem.”
“Uh huh. Don’t let me stop you. How about mine? How would you rate my pumpkin, as a gayboy?” Without giving you a chance to profusely refuse, he confidently turns away and flashes his rear end in your direction. You think to look away for a second but a stirring in your groin won the argument in your head.
“It’s fine. Not bad, just a lil flat perhaps.” You utter casually, as if giving your thoughts on someone’s cooking. Christ alive, why are you standing here discussing the merits of ass with some straight meathead? Maybe he’s secretly closeted?
“Yeah it could be better for sure man. But come closer, get a better view buttlover.” Failing to hold back a smirk, he leans forward so that his ass sticks out more.
“Ugh, why you gotta be such a dick. We literally just meet and this is your first impression to give me.”
“Oh give me a break, you guys love a toxic fuckboy. Don’t think I don’t see all the gay thirsting I get on my social media posts. Hell, you’re probably one of them, ey bro.” Brett looks at you with an intense, knowing stare. You didn’t like how you were bereft of any witty response to that assertion. Like he had just caught you dead to rights and you had no defence or grounds for denial. It was hard - nigh on impossible, to explain his sexual appeal. But yet there it was.
“Can—can we talk about—“
“And it is quite adorable how flustered you lot get in my presence. Don’t worry, you’ll be treated well with me. You’ve already stalled enough, so hurry up and get on your knees so you can rim me.”
…
The request hangs in the air. There’s a second of silence, being caught at a loss for words. “What the hell! I’m not doing that!” You finally insist, although, your stiffening dick may have a different opinion on the matter. It was shameful, but being used by this douchebag was turning you on. You tried your best to maintain some sense of dignity. “No.” You reconfirm, though your voice was noticeably more shaky and the tenting was becoming harder to hide.
“Look buttboy, we both know that you’re gonna eat my ass, sooner or later. Want to stay here, you gotta pass this simple test. Every frat gay had to do it.” Brett strides over to you, places a hand on your shoulder and smirks. You swallow, avoiding all eye contact with him. Were you about to do this? It seemed insane that you were even considering it. “So let’s just skip the fake indignation and get to the part where I sit on your face. Then we can both go about our day.”
“Stupid hazing rituals. Gotta put it like that…why you need to be a jackass.” You can’t help but smile slightly. Despite his overt toxicity, there was a certain charm exuding from his laidback personality. From the way he just spoke his mind. Having a nice body might have had some influence too…
“You love it though. I’m real easy to like. Huhuh. We’ll be an inseparable duo in no time.” Oh yes, the new Laurel and Hardy routine. He’s a loveable dick and you’re the comedic foil for his braindead antics. Damn, this was nuts. “Time’s wasting. On the floor now, boy. Please.” He says with overdramatic sarcasm, shining his perfect white teeth through a wide grin.
You can’t believe what you’re hearing, and yet, his dominant voice has you feeling…things. Without a word you kneel down in front of him. Embarrassed by how easily you caved to his request. You justify that it must just be a hazing method, a way to get his respect. You’ve heard this kinda of thing happened, at least he was upfront about it. Somewhat refreshing, honestly.
He backs up, eclipsing your vision with his tight rear. Again, it could do with a bit more heft. Though for someone like him, I guess it’s not important - it’s not like he’s bottoming, you rationalise. Brett stops an inch from your face. Geez, he was really milking this whole exchange. This close you could discern every bump and pore on his rear. You see your blurry shape reflected in a drop of sweat shimmering on his cheek. On the upside, at least his ass was clean-shaven. The downside was an uninterrupted view of his clenched hole. Something your cock seemed quite pleased about, despite what your brain tried to tell you - the two weren’t on speaking terms seemingly right now.
You take a long deep breath and push your face into his crack, muffling the seemingly distant sound of him snickering above you. It was simple, easy. Just close your eyes and…lick.
It wasn’t too bad, at least that’s what you tell yourself. Or what your dick is attempting to assert to you. It’s just like licking an ice cream cone, only more salty and rank. Ass flavoured.
“That’s it, get right in there buttock boy. Fu—fuck. If I cum, you better not tell anyone.” Ugh, you wish he would just stop talking, because now you really wanted to make him cum.
The pressure above you intensifies rapidly as Brett pushes down lower onto you. He sighs loudly to ensure you hear his open enjoyment of your humiliation. You seem to lower impossibly closer to the floor, the weight of his rear getting heavier as your body feels lighter and lighter as each second under him passes. With your hands you attempt to push back, palming each round globe of his rear as they seemingly inflate under your touch, ballooning around you. “Mmphhh!” Your moans are muffled under his increasing weight. It was like your whole body was being sucked into him like a vacuum, your legs magically lifting from the ground as they kick helplessly at the air.
It felt as though you had been spun around, now facing out against the room, seeing his dirty laundry strewn across the floor. Your form contorts and twists below you, pulling into one large sphere of mass that centres around your face. That twinky figure you were proud of dissolving into pure fat that effortlessly rounds out. With a pathetic squirt, your cock unloads into the air before becoming immediately flaccid, pulling up against your changing shape. The small bump soon flattens into a perfectly smooth surface.
A bundle of clothes falls below you, crumpling messily across the floor. The bright pastel colours of your hoodie taunt you from the corners of your vision. Looking straight ahead, you see your cheeks swell and begin to obscure your view. Expanding like two giant swollen basketballs. They double and then triple in size. The tissue around your face becoming pillowy and soft, burying any hint of facial features - smoothing out any imperfections on your skin. Not a single hair remains on your body. Your lips tighten and pucker, nestled deep beneath the two mounds of flesh. You feel yourself stuck in place, suspended in the air, somehow floating effortlessly above the floor. You get the distinct impression that your form - whatever it is now, is part of something larger. Merged and absorbed like some horror experiment gone wrong. Indeed, something had gone very wrong, that much you couldn’t deny as much as you wanted to. Your sense of being felt…wrong, alien. Sensing phantom limbs you no longer possessed. Somehow, you were different. Changed. You don’t even want to dare imagine it, to think about what could have possibly just happened.
“You finished back there bro? Aaaah. Yeah…mmm, you’re finished.” Wait did he just climax, what the hell happened? Where are you? You feel your weight shift as he stands up, still perplexed as to why you couldn’t see anything. You desperately struggle to move, to no avail. A hand seems to grab at you, filling you with pleasure. Just then, a blinding ray of sun lights up your world and you are greeted to a shocking sight. Bretts ass. You are staring out at his huge cheeks being pulled apart in the mirror. And then it hits you like a truck. Wait, no, not his ass. You. It’s you! You are looking out between those huge cheeks, your cheeks. Your face was now Bretts bubbly backside. A rear that had seemingly doubled in size since you last saw it, just a minute ago. It looked impossibly big, fake even. Like it had undergone extensive plastic surgery. You could feel his cock and balls hang heavily just below you, pulling your lower skin taught. The sensation is surreal, as if in a lucid dream. You go to shout out, but the only response is the twitching of his hole, a tiny squeak escaping your puckered anus mouth.
“Enjoying yourself, buttface? What’s it like being an ASS? My ASS.” The way he emphasised THAT word wasn’t making things any easier. “My thicc booty. My smelly butthole. My shitter.” Great, he’s a monologging narcissist too. Why did he have to take pleasure in making you his disgusting rear? It made it so much worse. This, in a word, stank. In many respects. “Happy Halloween by the way. I love what you’ve come as, looking like a phat pumpkin. But bro, I think your new look will be more permanent than most costumes. Hahaha.” It was hard to find the humour in what seemed like a twisted horror story come to life.
Brett gropes at you again, his fingers digging into your jiggly, sensitive flesh. Every touch is like pure pleasure coursing through you. His hands pull you apart, parting your giant cheeks and letting light flood your view once more. It only lasts a moment. And then he suddenly lets go, your cheeks immediately clapping back like an elastic rubber band pulled too tight. Your displaced weight bounces against each other and quickly tightens back to firmness against your ‘face’.
You had been fully absorbed into him, adding a bunch of fat to his now enormous butt. Your face nestled between two huge globes of sensitive flesh. He does a few squats, lowering your partially obscured view to the ground and back up again on repeat like hanging from a bungee cord - just to hammer home your helplessness as his living rear end. No longer was he a fratbro, but by definition he was your owner. In the same way a person owned arms and legs, he owned you as a butt.
“Damn boy. Dunno if you’ll fit inside my shorts anymore, you are one XL meat surprise.” He laughs, slapping his booty, causing you to wobble and jiggle comically in the reflection. You don’t think you’ve heard a straight guy talk so much and with such adoration about his own butt. Whether that was a good thing remained to be seen.
It’s really starting to sink in. You’re a literal ass, a toxic fat ass belonging to a toxic straight fuckboy who’s hygiene seems questionable, if not nonexistent. Fuck. What do you even do now, aside from the obvious? Is he gonna wedge a pair of underwear between your clapping cheeks and go about his day like nothing happened?
“Better go over the basics now, won’t have much cause to address you directly going forward, just being a part of my body after all. Like bro, who talks to their butt? To be honest your role as a straight fratboy’s ass is pretty simple. To put it bluntly, your only purpose will be to let out farts and expel my shit. That might seem messed up right now, but you’ll come to look forward to it and savour every instance of use.” Please no, you internally scream. There was no way in hell you would ever enjoy that. This was so fucked up. “Oh, and of course, you’re to remain as tight as humanly possible, cuz nothing is ever gonna penetrate you. Breeding is me and my cocks job. Your pleasure comes from fulfilling…lower needs. Sorry about that bro, but only a minor drawback to the luxury of being my sweaty rear end.” That was genuinely…disappointing. Admittedly, you felt so empty. Like there was just a huge space inside of you ready to be filled. A cock stretching you out wouldn’t be the worst thing. Instead you’d be a fart machine, forced to gulp at his scent and listen to the foul noises leaving your mouth. Rather than being fed dick, you’d only be filled by his half digested meals.
Brett walks around the room, each step causing you to wobble hopelessly from side to side. You hear the unmistakable sound of his stomach rumbling, accompanied by a sensation of bloated fullness filling your body. The humiliatingly familiar feeling gives you a daunting sense of dread at your inevitable fate.
“Of course after I break you in with a few…tasks, that mind of yours will be mushed into nothing more than waste for me to fucking dump. You won’t have much use for it anymore bro. Those thoughts, those personality traits, that stupid sense of individualism. Those misplaced ambitions of being a functioning human being. You will be much better being of service to me, your charming, hot as fuck, straight bro. Each time I use the toilet a little more of you will be gone, until you’re just a mindless dumper - loving every use I have for you. Blissfully serving your purpose. Fuck bruh, that’s gonna be so satisfying…for me.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There was no way you would lose yourself, your identity. For your mind to be churned and disposed of like it was nothing. And yet the idea was shockingly appealing to your increasingly warped desires. A part of you understood that it wasn’t strange at all, that you were an ass and being used like that was your intended purpose. You were a thing of practicality. A tool. A hole.
And you needed to be emptied.
Brett interrupts your wandering thoughts with more self aggrandising. “But I know you’re a total gay. You probably would love to filled as well huh. You know, by like a big juicy cock or a dildo. Yeah?” Shamefully he was correct. “Well bro, I’ll let you in on a little secret, as long as you don’t tell anyone. Huhuh. But i’m actually bi. Kinda. At least, i’ve fucked a couple of guys before. And honestly they give better head, if you know what I mean.” There was some embarrassing hint of hope sparked by his admission. Maybe he could…play with you. Occasionally. Maybe.
Abruptly, you feel Brett’s fingers pull at your sides, rubbing your surface like some magic lamp. The touching was heavenly. It felt like your cock being treated to the best hand job imaginable. That’s if you still had a cock to call your own. He leans forward, giving his hand better access to you, his fingers now moving within your narrow line of sight - peering out between the two eclipsing spheres that were your cheeks. One finger seems to target your epicentre - your hole. Slowly and pointedly filling your view as it slides between the crack. The tip lightly grazes against your big empty hole, gently stretching the tightened skin around your pleasure centre. Every feeling of embarrassment and shame leaves you. Every thought and feeling other than the pleasure he could give you dissipates. Right now he was everything to you. You would do anything and everything to have him fill you. You would be the best fucking ass imaginable if only he broke that cherry. You would happily let out his toxic gas and be his waste disposal every single day if he would just let you have this one moment of satisfaction. His finger begins to push upon the seal, feeling your ‘mouth’ begin to forcibly open around his intrusion. And then it stopped.
“But i’m only a top.” Brett admits, breaking the news as if someone had died. His finger retracts and an all encompassing sense of emptiness fills your body. “But be a good butthole for me and who knows. Maybe i’ll find it in my heart to reward you. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe you’ll just have to witness me plowing some other tight ass instead.”
Great. At least his obsession with butts made a bit more sense now. And the idea of him fucking men in your presence was kinda strangely hot. Even if you could only hear and feel him piston in and out. Thrusting you back and forth. Enjoying his sex like some hopeless cuck.
“If it’s any consolation, this whole arrangement is not my idea. All the resident frats here are capable of enhancing themselves in such ways. Using their assigned roommate. Preds or whatever the fuck they call it. And you have the privilege of being my first…volunteer.” You hear him sigh in satisfaction, taking clear pleasure in his conquest over you. And you hated how small it made you feel. How horny your mind went at Brett's abrasive language.
Despite everything, his endless well of confidence was admittedly an attractive trait for you. That imaginary cock would be stiff as a board, if not for the fact you were now just a mound of flesh jutting from his hips.
“See, the frat has limited space and we can’t be seen as exclusionary. Fucking guidelines, you know? So we found a way to satisfy everyone, I get the room to myself, we preds adhere to the rules and you, you get to join the frat and be of appropriate use. Admittedly, most of the frat use their assigned gay to enhance their cock, but what can I say, i’m an assman. I want it fucking big. Pretty sweet deal, eh butt.” The exposition ‘dump’ didn't particularly help you come to accept your new form, particularly because of what said form would undoubtedly involve…
“Bro, I could get used to this power though.” He continues, while pulling a pair of Calvin boxer briefs up his legs. Brett snaps the waistband over your face and buries you in total darkness, suffocating you with the air of your own musky rear scent. Even still, you couldn’t deny the pleasure of the fabric brushing against your skin, digging into your tight crevice as he sits down and splays your girth like a cushion below him. “Ye broski, I could improve my body to be superior in every way. I have a taste for it now, screw those stupid frat rules. ‘Assigned gays only’ my ass.” Some adage about great power and responsibility enters your mind, but you don’t think Brett would fully get the point.
Brett moves again, carrying you in tow as he walks across the room to the door. From infront - or is that now behind, you hear muffled words. “Whatsup bro, how’s your gay working out? That idiot seemed completely oblivious.”
“Pretty good, he actually willingly ate me out, if you can believe it! Take a look.” Your swollen cheeks momentarily part, letting sunlight reach you for a second as your puckered lips stretch open and against your will let out the only noise you are now capable of.
Fbbbtt. You toot, like a sad trumpet. A subtle haze begins to settle upon your thoughts as the stench seeps out, deflating your mind like a balloon. You couldn’t even control yourself, it just happened without a second of consideration. Brett ultimately was in charge of how you would be used. It was hard to come to terms with what had just transpired, what had just left your - for lack of a better term, ‘mouth’. Farting for an audience was such a shameful act, and yet you had no say in it. Worse, you suspected this would be a common occurrence. That this was something you would…get used to.
“Hrhhh, nothing more manly than just fucking letting it all out. Hold on, he can do better.” Brett leans over and pushes you out. The other frat bro is looking down at you in anticipation. You feel that sensation coming on, like a burp rising in your chest, stronger than it was before. You can’t stop it. God, this was gonna su—
Bbbbbrrrrttttttttt! You proclaim, like a proud trombone. The hazy grip upon your physique intensifies. A bit of yourself dislodges from your mind, emptying out your mouth as noxious gas. Poking holes in your brain. Your thoughts filling the room and dissolving into nothing. Both jocks laugh uncontrollably above you. The rank smell settles in front of your face, overwhelming your senses - unable to stop yourself from inhaling his and, or, your farts. It was…satisfying? Like you had achieved some great feat. You were doing your job, fulfilling your purpose. You shouldn’t feel bad about that, should you? It’s just what a butt does. You secretly hoped he was proud of your performance. Darkness quickly takes over again as your cheeks clap back together.
“Nice brah. Butt gays are the best.” You felt weird at how brazenly they talked about you, like you didn’t matter at all. Butt gay, that was you. Coming to terms with that was perversely comforting. “Oh by the way, think your girl is waiting for you outside, dude, she’s wearing these tiny cut-off shorts for her Halloween costume. Tight as F.”
“Dayum. Just a minute. Got something to take care of first. Yeah. Bout to take this dump truck for a test drive, if you catch my drift. Been saving up so he can get a proper good load ready to go. Help loosen up his shit for brains, ready for emptying. That takeaway is his problem now.” You hear what sounded like a fist bump between the two braying jackasses.
“Fuck yeah bruh. Show him your superiority by loosening his pucker up haha!” The other jock shouts before slamming the door closed behind him. What intelligent conversations you can look forward to overhearing, you think, as Bretts underwear covers you back up.
Brett moves about in silence, something that was refreshing considering his long diatribe. That feeling didn’t last long. After a few minutes, the next thing you see is the water of a toilet bowl as your body hangs over it - lowering down upon the seat. You were about to be put to work. To be used. To be…useful to Brett. Suddenly your mind feels so heavy, so burdened. The insatiable need for relief frays the edges of your thoughts. Your intelligence, your personality, your sense of self - all loosening as Brett’s stomach tightens and unfurls
“Open wide, Shitbreath. This dumptruck is about to unload your useless fucking mind.” Brett grunts as you feel your mouth start to stretch apart.
Two weeks later:
“B—Brett. Uhh, how do I say this? Why is your butt so much bigger than it normally is?” You hear the high pitched voice of some guy Brett had invited over. You’re still a bit dazed from the big ‘job’ you had to handle for your owner this morning. Filled with that strange sense of contentment that seems to grow more by the day since becoming his perfect rear. Your mind becoming simpler and empty, enjoying the most basic of pleasures. And getting noticed by other guys only helped to heighten your sense of pride.
“Who knows, too much Halloween candy or some shit. Why, are you jealous? Just shut up and present that little tushy of yours for my fuckstick.”
“Jeez. Why you gotta be toxic like that man.”
“Because we both know it turns you on. Also you’re a dick guy.” With Brett’s nonexistent foreplay out of the way, you feel his hips begin to thrust back and forth. The moaning was clear confirmation of their ‘relationship’. You can do nothing but watch the room zoom in and out of focus as you piston forward and back. “Speaking of, I think my cock could do with some enhancing. Don’t you agree?”
“Ugh, I mean sure. I have no complaints tho—“
“I wasn’t talking to you, future fuckstick. Let’s get you finished quickly so I can cum those pretty boy brains out. Then I need to take a piss with my new cock. You’re gonna be as thick as a fucking paint can.”
Shit, you think, that guy was gonna be so lucky to become just another part of Brett. Unconsciously parting your cheeks, you let out a loud, mind numbing fart while your owner climaxes with his new improved tool.
PPPPPPFFFRRBBBTT
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