Pumpkin Patch Chronicles

I love double standards 🙃🫠. I guess I should have gotten the premium version of Tumblr at a monthly rate to post a cartoon peen WITH adult filters on it.

He's by far one of my favorite pumpkin head characters ❤️🎃.

Artist: Absolutbleu

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Visual aids for my short story "Leg Day" on my Tumblr page:

By: PumpkinPatchChronicles

Jacob: "Nuh...and...FIVE!"

The leg press came down with a hard thunk, Jacob having just finished his leg day routine for the night. His quads, calves, knees, ankles, everything below his waist was feeling the burn of an intense workout...and Jacob loved it. While he regularly worked out every part of his body, his legs were by and large his biggest pride. His body worked in a way that it put more mass in quicker time on his legs than any other part of him. This used to embarrass him, but now in his early 20's he loved it, and loved the envy he'd get from others on his leg's massive size.

Chad: "Damn bro, I could only dream of getting legs as yoked as yours."

John: "What do you feed those things man, they're massive."

Troy: "Bro says leg day every day, frfr."

Jacob: "Heh, thanks guy. I'm just lucky I guess."

Jacob being the attention hoe he was would wear the shortest shorts he could get away with at the college gym to show off his massive hairy tree trunks. They were thick in every way all around, covered in a layer of light blond hair that was silk soft to the touch. He'd flex his legs constantly at the gym even if it wasn't leg day, slap them while flexed as hard as he could get them, he was even flexible enough to sit on the ground and rub his face on his thick calf muscles, teasing his friends (and any on-lookers giving him the attention he wanted). He really did embrace his monster thighs with full vigor, and the constant compliments and praise only increased that embrace even more.

As he left, he said his usual goodbyes to his gym mates and walked back to his dorm. The Summer air was still and humid, adding to the sweat that'd built up on his thick muscles and hair. To many it'd probably feel gross or uncomfortable, but to him it felt amazing. It was the sign of a good lifting day and the promise of more size to gloat with to his peers. Smile on his face, twilight greeting the night, he made his way through the courtyard, into the main hall, up the four flights of stairs and down the end of the hall to his dorm.

Entering he was greeted with his usual sight; a small entry hall with two small walk-in closets flanking either side, opening into a large singular room with two beds and desks opposing each other. The massive singular window (which was the only source of natural light to the space) had it's light-out curtains fully closed, leaving the warm light of the desk lamps to bring the space to life. The AC was on full blast, and as soon as it hit his legs, he felt a rush of cool relief, Jacob letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

Jacob sat his gym bag in his desk chair and looked around the room. His roommate was nowhere to be found, and looking back at the entrance found a note taped to the other side of the door.

-Hey man, I'll be at Malissa's for the weekend, enjoy the room big guy. Malcolm.

Jacob: "Sweet, looks like I get a whole weekend of fun time."

In accepting his legs, he also grew a fetish to the size and feeling of them. His routine (when he could get some alone time) was to strip down to everything but his socks and sneakers, get his 8 incher good and hard, and bend himself to rub it on his thick hairy tree trunks until he unloaded all over them, licking up the warm seed off with dazed pleasure. Tonight would be extra sweet, considering his legs were still sweaty from the workout and Summer weather.

In no time Jacob stripped completely down, laid up on his bed, flexed his legs and began massaging his meat.

Jacob: "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna smother you guys in cream tonight. God I can't wait to lick you guys clean."

Jacob worked his cock intently for nearly half an hour before it was fully primed and ready to go.

Jacob: "Alright, time to feel these powerful hams up!"

With that Jacob began rubbing his flexed legs, feeling the sweat and hair run through his fingers. Jacob's face fell into a dazed pleasure as his cock twitched to the feeling of his massive flexed quads and calves, his toes curling in his socks and shoes. As he flexed he noticed his legs were locking up quite a bit, which wasn't really unusual, it was just happening more frequently than usual.

Jacob: "Uh, shit guys. Don't tell me you're already maxing out before we get to the good part."

Despite the unusual behavior of his best attributes he kept going. More and more his legs flexed harder and stiffer, Jacob rubbing them with his hands and cock intensely. He wasn't close to climaxing, but his pre was already starting to leak and mingle with his sweat. Jacob's legs began to spasm, something Jacob had not experienced before, but it didn't slow him down. His legs kept flexing, and spazzing, and flexing harder, until in a moment of close-eyed pleasure Jacob heard two loud pops.

In moments Jacob no longer felt his legs, not in the fact that they had disappeared, but in the fact that he couldn't register the feeling of his hands or cock on them. Puzzled he looked down at them only to discover that his legs, twitching and flexing as hard as they could, had come completely separate from him, revealing flaps of skin surrounding a singular hole in the center of each.

Jacob: "H-HOLY SHIT! THE FUCK HAPPENED?!?!"

In fear and concern Jacob lifted his pelvis to see if he was in danger of bleeding out, but found that just like his now separated legs, the ends of his legs (now stumps) were covered in a flap of skin with a singular hole in the dead center. Still shaken and nervous Jacob registered that he wasn't in danger, then stared down at his once connected beast thighs, still flexed hard and twitching as if trying to move on their own. The more Jacob looked on at his separated legs, the more his nerves relaxed (and the more aroused he became at the sight of them). After a solid ten minutes Jacob was fully calm again and now contemplating his current situation.

Jacob loved his legs, so much so that he'd contort his body to get closer to them. Now detached, his mind raced with fantasies of sexual conquest against his hairy giants...his eyes widening at the prospect, mouth watering with intent. Throwing all caution to the wind he went to grab his left leg (arguably slightly bigger than his right). As his hands grabbed at the massive slippery hairy quad he felt the solidness of his muscles, the soft grunge of his sweaty leg hair, maintaining it's flexed position, twitching all the while.

No longer being attached, his leg was intensely heavier than when attached. He struggled to pull it closer, but once he had his quad leaning against his shoulder his sex drive took over. He immediately rubbed his face hard into his inner thigh, the thick muscle and sweaty hair commingling with the stubble on his chin and cheeks. His right hand took his cock and forced the now plump and leaking shaft into his massive flexed left calf, his erection twitching hard at the feeling of his lower leg's power and masculinity. He was now lost in pleasure of his own detached leg, raptured in the sensations of his own power, fantasizing it as another man's leg he was worshiping.

As he licked, rubbed, and squeezed his left giant, he looked to his right giant, still laying in the bed flexing and twitching away and got an idea. He positioned his crotch and erect cock square with the hole on the nub of his right leg, pulling the flexed beast closer to his now constant leaking shaft. With some positioning and careful coordination, he inserted his erection into his right thigh, taking his left leg flipped over in his hands to show the back of it, thrusting into one while licking and rubbing his face into the other. His face was red and drooling with passion as his saliva built on the hairy, sweaty, flexing unit of a left leg, his cock mastering his flexing unit of a right leg.

Jacob lost in his ecstasy went at his legs for nearly an hour before he was finally hitting his point of climax. Tongue fully embraced in his hairy left calf, he thrust his thick 8 incher in one final time, releasing shot after shot of hot, thick cum into his right hairy thigh. Through the moans and fidgeting, he unleashed his full force into his detached legs until his balls heaved in conclusion. Jacob sat leaning against his bed header, his face resting against his left flexing calf, his cock twitching runoff into his now cum filled (and over leaking) right flexing thigh. He was truly sexually liberated, his once most undesired, now desired above all attributes living toys for his pleasure. After five minutes off coming down from his high, he pulled himself out of his right beast, his mind already on ideas for round two.

Jacob: "I think the two of you and I are going to have an amazing weekend. I love you guy."

By: PumpkinPatchChronicles

The time was already thirty minutes to eight and Cameron was rushing to find anything he could wear. He'd been invited to a pre-Halloween party and as usual put off getting anything done until the last minute. Cameron wasn't really the type of person to plan ahead unless it was a workout routine at the gym. To his credit he would be considered quite a specimen.

Coming in at 6'3" and just at 195 lbs his body was the definition of what a lot of men aspired to. His arm were impressive and veined, even in resting positions. His torso was well sculpted with a nice set of semi abs and a hairy chest that could bounce with the slightest of movement. His legs (the thickest parts of him) were well toned and covered in soft hairs, the feeling of rubbing them like rubbing a stone wrapped in fine cloth. Looking at his face and head, it resembled something like you'd find in a health magazine; well sculpted with a close shaven head and facial hair, eyes bluish green and a smile that'd make anyone melt. While Cameron loved his appearance, he also loved his package; surrounded in kept up pelvic hair, it came in at a whopping 6" soft and 10.5" at full mast with a set of eggs that'd make a hen cry for days if they had to lay them.

In order to keep this physique in top tier shape he'd spend hours making sure his weekly routine, diet, and environment were at their most, which brings us back to his current dilemma. Cameron left little time to anything external to himself (bills, appointments, schedules not related to his gym routine, etc.) and now he was whirling around his flat desperate to put something together for his friend's party. Typically he wouldn't really care, but he hadn't seen his friend in months due to being over seas for a job and he wanted to catch up before he'd have to go off again for another few months.

As he combed through the numerous closets in his flat he managed to only find a handful of things to fashion together. His costume consisted only of a pair of short top combat boots, a European style bathing suit, and a Jack-O-Lantern pail he'd gotten at a gym event for the season. As time grew closer he looked in despair and said that what he had would have to do, he'd go as some sort of sexy beach goer (he figured). As he rushed out the door and jogged down the street to his friends three blocks away he wasn't pleased with his costume but was excited to see his friend again.

The night was crisp and partly cloudy, allowing the stars and moon to peek through here and there. All the small businesses and town homes had some sort of festive decor to them, offering plenty of visual appeal to the area. The streets were quiet not quite being Halloween, which was somewhat a relief given Cameron's near naked appearance running through the neighborhood. Despite his reservations he still wished he was able to have done more for the party. As he rounded the corner (being nearly there) he immediately stopped in his tracks at what he saw.

There in the center of the sidewalk was a freshly carved Jack-O-Lantern, dark on the inside with a somewhat sinister expression. Cameron looked around puzzled as to why someone would just leave a Jack-O-Lantern lying in the middle of the sidewalk, but quickly lost interest. He walked up and lifted the pumpkin to examine it thoroughly since it was just there. Despite it's size the weight wasn't that bad, maybe only 5 lbs, and wasn't at all damp or wet outside or inside. That's when Cameron got an idea, since this was just sitting here and didn't look to belong to any home or business in particular he'd wear it to the party and be a sexy pumpkin man. With a new air of excitement and optimism he took the pumpkin in hand an quickly finished his journey to his friends.

Arriving at the stoop to his friend's apartment, he quickly dawned the Jack-O-Lantern he'd found on the sidewalk and entered the main hall. As he made his way to his friend's door he was pleasantly surprised at the pumpkin he now wore on his shoulders. It didn't smell at all, wasn't gooey or wet inside (as he'd noticed before), and the light weight really was easy to carry. In a matter of moments he'd made it to his friend's door and was greeted by a roar of clatter, laughter, and holiday merriment.

Almost immediately he was the center of attention, being barely clothed with a solid physique that caught the eyes of the women and men there. His friend gave a chuckle, thanked him for coming and brought Cameron into one of several small groups to mingle. Throughout the party Cameron conversed, drank, joked around, and flexed for anyone who asked (regardless of sex or orientation), he really was in his element. As time grew closer to midnight Cameron began to notice that his head felt a bit off.

Reflecting on the evening he had been drinking a bit much (more than he usually did given his strict dieting) and chalked his odd feelings to that. Yet as the time got closer to midnight his head became more and more unusual feeling. He soon excused himself from the party and entered a bathroom off the living room just down the hall. As he shut the door he sat his prop on the counter and looked into the mirror. He looked at his reflection to see his hairy toned body topped with the Jack-O-Lantern and couldn't help but feel a bit aroused. He was no stranger to getting in a mood over his own appearance and now wasn't any exception. The Jack-O-Lantern head actually added a new element to his appearance that really gave him a twitch in his loins. Regardless of his mood, he still felt his head get more and more unusual.

He figured that maybe he'd worn the pumpkin too long an needed a break to get his bearings again, and soon went to remove it from his shoulders, then midnight struck. As his hands grasped the sides of the pumpkin his head went numb, then he felt his face fall into the front inner wall of the pumpkin against the carved face. Within a few seconds he felt fine again, but despite still feeling his body he found he could no longer control it. Peeking through the carving once more he saw that he was still standing in front of the mirror, hands still grasping the sides of the pumpkin, but regardless of what he tried he couldn't budge from that position. Then as unexpectedly as he had fallen forward, he felt his arms lift the pumpkin off his shoulders and held it over the sink. Cameron soon became perplexed; he felt his body take the pumpkin off, yet his vision was still from the perspective of inside it. His arms soon began to gently shake the pumpkin up and down until a solid thud hit the sink.

Cameron quickly went from perplexed to shocked, his vision now out of the pumpkin but inside the sink. Confused and worried he felt his arms move back towards his body, pumpkin in hand, and felt the fruit placed back on his shoulders. Soon Cameron felt his arms move again, his hands now grasping either side of his fuzzy face and the sensation of being lifted up, seeing himself leave the inside of the sink. He felt himself being turned around by his own arms to find himself staring down his body with the pumpkin on his shoulders as it's head. Unable to speak he tired to say something (anything at all) yet found himself unable to make a sound. With another gentle plop his head was now on the counter facing his body, his arms retreating back to his sides, the Jack-O-Lantern now looking down at him.

Visual aid for my short story "Trevor's Blowup" on my Tumblr page:

Visual aids for my short story "Out of Season" on my Tumblr page:

By: PumpkinPatchChronicles

Trevor always wanted to be a powerhouse and did everything in his power to get there. Crazy hours at the gym, extreme diets, anything that'd help him get massive. He'd been going at it for close to two years now, but wasn't seeing the progress he wanted in his growth. One day while at the gym he met a new member who'd just started about a week prior. They mainly stayed out of each other's way (not out of rudeness or anything like that) unit it was time for Trevor to work on his pecs.

Trevor: "Hey, mind if I squeeze in a few reps?"

Newcomer: "Not at all man."

Trevor and the newcomer got about three sets in before the newcomer noticed that Trevor had a disappointed look on his face. Little did Trevor know that soon the conversation to pursue that notice would change his life forever.

Newcomer: "Hey, I noticed you look a bit down. Anything you wanna talk about?"

Trevor: "Oh, nah. It's just I've been working out for close to two years now and thought I'd see more results than this."

Newcomer: "No worries my guy, it takes time to get bulked regardless of what you do."

Trevor: "Yeah I know. It's just...I wish there was a way I could kinda - ya know...skip a few steps."

Trevor smiled nervously thinking he'd made a fool of himself, yet to the newcomer it was a ripe opportunity.

Newcomer: "Well, if you're serious about trying to get gains faster I might be able to help."

Trevor: "Nah man, I'm not looking to shoot up or anything like that."

Newcomer: "No no no no no no, it's not anything like that. Here, take a look at this and see if it peaks your interest."

Trevor was then handed a bottle that had a small label on it filled with a pink powder that vaguely smelled like Pepto. He looked at it puzzlingly and then began to inquire about what was just handed to him.

Trevor: "Sooo... is this like a protein powder or something?"

Newcomer: "Nah, nothing like you'd find over counter."

Trevor: "Is it dangerous, cause I'm not about that shi."

Newcomer: "It's not dangerous at all. Having said that, it does have some...unusual side effects."

Trevor: "Bruh, you just said this wasn't dangerous."

Newcomer: "It's not bro, I swear. It's just that sometimes the side effects catch people off guard. Sometimes people like it, sometimes they don't."

Trevor: "That sounds 100 sus, what do you mean "Sometimes people like it?!" How does anyone "like" a side effect??"

Newcomer: "Look man, you'll just have to try it our yourself or don't. You seemed super interested in getting results quicker, this will most deff guarantee that."

Still unsure Trevor examined the bottle some more, ultimately giving into his desire to be massive.

Trevor: "Ok man, so how much is this stuff anyway?"

Newcomer: "Don't worry about it, you take it and see if you like it. If you do and want more I'll give you a fair price on it, if you don't then you haven't lost anything."

Trevor took another hard look at the bottle in his hands, ultimately agreeing to try it out that night when he got home.

Newcomer: "Awesome man, and I promise you'll see instant results like you're wanting. Just don't overdo it."

With that both Trevor and the newcomer finished their workouts and headed their separate ways. Unbeknownst to Trevor, the newcomer hid around the corner and watched him drive off with the bottle, then smirked to himself and went his way assured he'd gotten Trevor to do exactly what was expected.

When Trevor got back to his apartment he set his gym bag on the ground and took the bottle he'd taken to the kitchen sink. He read the instructions to see exactly what he needed to do to make sure he'd see the results he wanted.

Trevor: "Lets see...take two scoops with water to see results within the first 72 hours. Do not take more than two scoops at any given time or side effects may occur."

With that he looked for what those side effects would be, but found no other information to go off of.

Trevor: "Ppft, what a load a shit!"

As Trevor scooped the powder into a glass he let his thoughts get the best of him. *If I'm gonna do this I may as well go ham.* He threw the scoop into the sink and poured roughly a fifth of the bottle into the glass and mixed in the water. The amount he put in made it the consistency of a smoothie or shake, but he didn't care. He was already use to weird tastes due to his wild diets, so something with a smoothy consistency wouldn't be a big deal. As he downed the entire glass, he stood in the kitchen waiting for something to happen. After five minutes he scoffed and went to microwave a dinner.

Trevor: "Man I can't believe I let that guy work me up, and for nothing! Quick results my a-"

Without warning Trevor was hit with a sensation of numbness in his head and neck. He teetered from side to side a bit, but then stabilized himself. After waiting a couple of minutes he figured it wasn't a big deal, probably just over did it at the gym. With that he got his meal ready and went to sit in the living room. As he turned on the TV and got ready to take the first bite of his food, the sensation came back again. Fortunately he was sitting now, but it didn't go away like last time. As he sat, the numbness in his neck got worse and worse while his head felt like he was on a roller coaster. Within moments he was out like a light, and some time passed before he regained contentiousness.

That Night:

Trevor: "Fuck man, what was that all about?"

He groggily woke up to his head laying down on the couch with the TV still on. He hadn't any idea how long he'd been out, he just knew he went out like a light. In no quick hurry to get up he looked around and saw that his dinner he'd sat on the table was gone. He assumed he'd just eaten it and put things away. As soon as he was ready to get up he was startled by a sound coming from the kitchen.

Trevor: "Y-yo...is someone there?"

There came no response, yet he could still hear clattering in the kitchen just beyond where he was.

Trevor: "Hey man, whoever the hell you are get out!! I'll kick your ass up and down the hallway!!!"

Despite his threats, there was still no answer from the kitchen. With that Trevor immediately tried to get up, ready to throw down with whoever had the balls to mess with him. To Trevor's worry he found that he couldn't get up, in fact his body felt weird. He could still kinda make out the feelings in his body, but for whatever reason he couldn't move it of his own will or feel a major sensation in anything say his neck. In moments there was another clatter and the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen into the living room, Trevor becoming increasingly frightened given his current state.

Trevor: "H-hey, I mean it! I'll-I'll mess you up!!!"

With each passing moment the sounds got closer and closer, yet at the same time Trevor could feel more and more of his body again, yet he couldn't get it to do anything he wanted. Then in that moment, there in the dark, a super hairy muscular jacked guy stumbled into frame. Trevor made out that he was white with grey gym shorts, white tank top, and white ankle socks, the same type of clothing he'd worn to the gym, but this guy was STACKED. Trevor could see that this dude's legs, arms, chest, everything was thicc thick, nothing like Trevor's appearance.

Trevor immediately got frightened and tried with all his might to get off the couch to run, fight, he didn't know, but for whatever reason even though he felt his body almost completely now he couldn't will it to move the way he wanted. As Trevor was getting ready to yell again the mystery man walked into full frame. Eyes wide, jaw dropped and silent Trevor looked on at the massive physique of the man who was in his apartment, wearing the same clothes he'd worn earlier, the same wrist bracelet on his left arm, and no head to be found in sight.

Trevor: "W-w-what the actual FUCK man!!!!"

Trevor to his surprise was now looking at his body, a body which had experienced a massive muscle growth spurt, a body that was headless and stumbling around trying to find where it was. Trevor felt everything now, his massive arms reaching out trying to find where he was, his thick legs fidgeting with each step as to not fall over, his voluptuous chest being held in place by his now tight tank top, all struggling to find where they were and what had happened.

Trevor: "Damn...this must be that stupid side effect that can happen. What the hell am I gonna do like this?!"

As Trevor contemplated his situation, he reacted to each bump his body made in trying to find any reference point of familiarity.

Trevor: "Bro-BRO! I'm on the couch!"

To his dismay, his body didn't react.

Trevor: "I guess coaxing you here isn't gonna work..."

For fifteen minutes Trevor watched his now massive unit of a body stumble around until (by pure luck) it made it's way to the couch.

Trevor: "Oh bro, thank God. Just a little closer and you got me bro."

Trevor's massive arms began to feel along the couch in every direction until his left hand brushed up against his neck. In a split moment Trevor's body shifted it's torso to face it's head, as if it was looking directly at him. Trevor's body then placed it's right hand to keep track of where it's head was as it sat carefully down on the couch. Firmly planted, it took Trevor into it's embrace, setting it snug between his newly thick right bicep and forearm and his bloated right pec.

Trevor: "Holy shit dude, we're stacked AF NOW!!"

Trevor couldn't help but ogle at his new body. Despite not being attached to it or having control over it anymore he could still feel it in all it's splendor.

Trevor: "Bro, wait until the others check you ou-...aw fuck man..."

Trevor soon realized that he wouldn't be going anywhere far if he couldn't control his body. Feeling it is nice and all, but still doesn't do much if you can't control it. As Trevor contemplated his new question to find a solution, his body now in possession of it's head began to react to having it in the area it was holding onto it. In moments Trevor's body began slowly shifting the position of it's former head closer to it's nipple.

Trevor: "Br-BRO, what are you even doing right now?!"

It was futile, with no body to control Trevor couldn't escape his own massive muscular captive. Within seconds Trevor's mouth was pressed against his right nipple, his tongue and mouth taking in all his new hairy pec. Trevor tried to fight it, but soon became enamored in what he was feeling. It felt good to have his newly bazooka pec suckled on, and he could feel the rest of his body falling in usual fashion to what Trevor did when he felt aroused.

Trevor: "This is straight up a bad idea...but damn does this feel good."

Soon Trevor took his whole nipple willingly and began to tease and suckle on his uncontrolled beef God teet. As he nursed his nipple, he couldn't help but feel that his cock, which had grown in size as well begin to peek out of his pant's leg, his balls drooping and making their way down the other. In moments Trevor was lost in his own body pleasuring it's nipple while it's cock grew more and more erect. Out of nowhere, Trevor's body moved it's former head from it's nipple to it's now flexed bicep, to which Trevor began licking, kissing and praising his body's new mass.

Trevor: "Bro, you taste so good. Yeah, flex that shit. Mmmnnn, let me lick your gains all over bro."

The attention to his hairy veined bicep didn't halt his body's erection in any way, and by the time his body had shifted his perspective again, his neck stump sat on top of his new tree trunk of a leg, the muscles, hair and sweat making him more and more eager to take the now raging mast that was his cock into his mouth. Trevor could feel every twitch of his new log, the glans alone looking to be the size of an average apple. As he prepped his mouth to take himself in, he looked over to see that his now pendulous balls, equally covered in a soft peach fuzz hung out of his shorts and graized the back of his thick hairy left calf muscle.

Trevor: "Uuuuhhh, yeah bro, bring that log in. Let me get all of that up in here."

Trevor soon felt the sweet release of his senses as his now runny glans entered his mouth. His eyes closed in comfort as he began to tease and massage his throbbing helmet, warm salty jizz running like water down his neck stump onto his right leg. His arms soon took their turn squeezing his hairy pecs and flexing their massive biceps in pleasure of what it's head was doing to it. Trevor's body willingly squeezing it's new low hanging kiwis into it's hairy under quad with it's equally soft calf. As Trevor began to bite down softly on the end of his glans where his shaft began his body squeezed it's pecs harder and flexed it's legs to the max as it could. Trevor could feel it, his body was about to erupt.

Trevor: "That's it bro..., just a bit more..., do it bro, do it BRO, DO IT BROUGH!!"

Before he could get out another encouragement to his body, it heaved and released it's entire load into Trevor's mouth. The force and amount was too much, and what didn't go into Trevor's mouth and throat blasted past his face onto part of his leg, the coffee table, the floor, even the entrance way to the kitchen wasn't spared. What did make it into his mouth quickly traveled through his sinuses and throat, causing cum to gush from his mouth, throat opening, nostrils and even up into what felt like his brain. His body arched in ecstasy as it squeezed it's pecs with it's hands and it's balls with it's left leg.

After five minutes of release, Trevor's body leaned back into heavy breath and exhaustion. Trevor's head was now over 90% covered in his own milk, his right leg, the table and floor equally soaked. With what little strength it could muster, Trevor's body reached down and pulled up it's still low hanging sack and began massaging it, pressing it into it's left flexing quad, causing runoff to flood Trevor's nursing mouth even more. Never in his life had Trevor felt such a rush of lust, or had felt his body in the way he had until then. As night grew, Trevor nursing on his softening cock head, he could only dream of what else he could do to service his new beefy temple.

*Two days later.

Eventually one of Trevor's friends did come to see him (and reasonably freaked when they saw the state Trevor was in), and within a short time Trevor had his body under "somewhat" control. Trevor still can't outright control it in any way, but with one of his friends as a handler it's manageable. Subsequently one of Trevor's friends (who is also openly gay) has taken to rooming with him now, helping Trevor out in exchange for wild explosive muscle and cock worship sessions. When Trevor returned to the gym, he ran into the newcomer who gave him the bottle.

Trevor: "Bro, how can I every repay you for this. I'm straight up living in heaven right now!"

The newcomer put Trevor's body's arm around his head and shoulder, kissing his body's hairy pit.

Newcomer: "I'm sure we can work something out."

By: PumpkinPatchChronicles

*These stories are 18+ and should not be viewed/read by anyone underage. Thank you.*

It had been a long week for Dan leading up to Halloween night. He had just finished up at the gym after getting off his droll data entry job, leaving behind an array of assignments that would be waiting patiently for him once he returned. The Autumn air was a comfort from the heat he had built up, and with the colorful foliage, unusually quiet walk downtown and Halloween falling on a weekend he was more than ready to relax the entire time.

Dan was a very handsome, hairy, thick muscled young man of 28 with juicy biceps, monstrous forearms, tree trunk legs, barrel chested and well endowed for someone his size and thickness. His hair was mostly dark brown (almost black) with silver hairs here and there, reflecting the early signs of aging yet still decades away from being considered “old” or “haggard”. If you were to catch him in the gym (unlike where our story begins) you’d see him in a somewhat tight tank top, black athletic shorts that perhaps were a bit shorter and tighter for someone of his statute, and finished with a nice pair of white Nikes overshadowing his black ankle athletic socks. One thing to note about Dan is that, because of his stress at work coupled with his need to feel better constantly, he often went commando in hopes of showing off to all the guys there. After all why not, he was in good shape and loved the attention (as well as the occasional shared shower experience from a more than willing participant).

This time however he had just about enough of the week; he even wore a pair of regular white boxers, feeling no need to be close to anyone after the BS he had gone through. So with little reservation for what he had left behind, he made his way from the gym through the small down town streets until he reached the town homes where he lived with a roommate (rent on his low ass salary in a townhouse downtown, forget it!). Fortunately he had an extra comfort to look forward to, his roommate would be out of town visiting family over the weekend leaving him free to indulge in his more - natural state. As he ended his brisk venture through the streets to his doorstep he was greeted with an unusual surprise that wasn’t so much one to him as it was a mysterious annoyance. There sitting just off to the side against the brick wall railing was a freshly carved Jack-O-Lantern with a somewhat suave expression to it.

Naturally he though his roommate had made it and left it out, expecting him to bring it in so it didn’t get damaged on Halloween night. Regardless he scooped it up somewhat begrudgingly and brought it in. Upon entering the open living\dining\kitchen layout he sat the gourd on the coffee table and went to his room on the second floor. Once settled he stripped down to his underwear and sat on the bed, still reflecting on the disparagingly rough week. Fortunately for him, he had used his frustration to work out extra hard this time, resulting in his muscles being tight (as well as a growing third leg). Pleased with the idea of an uninterrupted JO sesh, he immediately began working on his sensitive member through the underwear. Normally he’d just throw them off and go at it, but the extra compression felt really good that night, so he though what the hell. All the while his lust advanced, another presence advanced from the first floor to his ajar door with him completely oblivious to the situation unfolding. Without warning, sound, any notion something was happening he felt a thud on his head, he became dizzy, his vision fading to black…

After some time (which Dan had no way of really knowing) his vision and consciousness returned to him. He hadn’t known what happened to him or why, but a new pressing matter quickly took his full attention. Lying on the bedside he tried to put himself upright, but for whatever reason he couldn’t manage to move. In fact the more he tried to move the more he realized he couldn’t feel ANY part of his body. He went to yell, holler, scream for help, but also realized he couldn’t speak anymore. As he laid on the bed fretting his situation, a once faint sound of rubbing cloth grew louder in his peripheral hearing. He didn’t know quite what that sound could be and wondered if his body was in fact moving on the covers, giving him some hope that he might be regaining control. Then out of nowhere the sound stopped, he felt the bed shift, heard a couple of steps, and what was no doubt the most shocking of all, felt two fairly large hands grab his head by its sides.

Within moments he was off the bed and moving towards a punching bag dummy (the kind that just had a torso and pelvis down to a fourth or fifth of the thigh) at a somewhat quick pace. He couldn’t understand how someone had gotten in, let alone pick a guy his size up by the head and travel that briskly. As he remained consumed in puzzled confusion, the hands forcefully plopped him down on the dummy, sending a discomforting pain through his neck. With his vision now locked in at the height of his punching bag, the hands slowly pivoted him around, revealing the biggest shock he had ever had in his life.

There standing opposite of him was his body, yet it wasn’t just his body…it was his body with a different head!!! The Jack-O-Lantern he had brought in that night before going up to his room was now on his broad hairy shoulders, controlling his body’s every move, every gesture, …every desire. With him firmly planted on his room’s workout equipment, his body walked back over to the bed, sat down where it had prior before he’d detached from it, and went back to stroking his now thick and erect meat log. As Dan tried to struggle off the mannequin the pumpkin on his neck stump turned to look at him. Once face to face, Dan’s body began rubbing his meat harder in his underwear, the suave expression of his body’s new head looking him down.

With each new stroke, Dan’s thick muscles heaved and flexed with the pleasure of masturbation. His voluptuous soft chest bellowing in and out, his nipples hard and fully erect like his family pride. His bulging biceps flexed with masculine envy as each rub of his pride was executed without any say from him, the former controller of it. Dan’s massive fuzzy thighs grew more spread apart as his arm became more vigorous in it’s task. All Dan could do was watch now, watch and wonder how some goofy ass pumpkin made it’s way from the living room to his bedroom and usurped him of his masculinity, his power, his very being. Dan knowing his body well now saw (after roughly an hour and a half of jerking off) his thighs spread wide, his torso lean back heavy in breath, the exhales coming out as hollowed wisps of wind from the Jack-O-Lantern mouth…his body was ready to climax.

Then and there, just as the though of his body being in complete control of a foreign entity increased his worries, his body let out a massive exhale, his juicy pecs bouncing, his legs and arms quivering, and his once cum free underwear became ground zero for once of the most massive squirts he’d ever had. As his body convulsed in ecstasy, his massive thick cock (still concealed in his underpants) shot thick hot globs of cum in and through the thin fabric of his undergarments. His massive frame heaving back and forth with every shot, pooling in his pants and on his hairy muscled thighs. All the while Dan sat in amazement at his body’s power and masculinity (his distress quickly pivoting to lust and envy of not being there to taste his thick salty cum, to suckle on his massive tit, to be lost in his overall massive being), each new spirt shifting his desire more and more.

After a solid three to four minutes of cumming and convulsing, Dan’s body finally came to rest laying back on the covers and pillow of his bed. Another two minutes came and went, and without warning Dan’s body sat upright, the pumpkin now looking back at Dan’s head on the other side of the room. It was clear by his face that Dan wanted to be at his body to live out his lustful fantasies, so with a quick leap and a steady stride, Dan’s body walked over, removed him from the punching bag, brought him to the bed, and sat him at his own cock (his body having removed it’s underwear entirely) covered in hot sticky seed. His body went to encourage the former head to begin nursing, but soon found itself taken off guard at Dan’s willingness to jump on his own former dick. His body soon laid back again, Dan cross-eyed and lost in his own former genitals, rubbing sensually against his hairy inner thighs flexing in satisfaction at the prospect of their former head servicing them to new future climaxes…

The Next Day:

Dan woke up in a grudged state, not recalling at all what had happened last night. As he sat trying to adjust his vision he could only recall the strange dream he’d had; his body no longer being his, the inability to feel it or control it, the inability to talk, and the vivid memories of lusting on his own meat after a large and hot climax. Within moments as his vision solidified, he found out all too real that what he’d experienced last night on Halloween wasn’t a dream, but in fact reality for him now.

Vision in full effect, Dan found himself back on his punching bag mannequin facing the direction of his bed, where he saw his body on (nearly) full display. Starring back at him was his massive unit of a body with pumpkin in place of his actual head, flexing it’s power and dominance in the light of a new morning. Yet Dan’s face was now shocked, as his vision focused in on the now rapidly decayed berry which took his place as owner and controller of his sex. The once suave expression now semi caved in, the luster and sheen of the color dull and waxed. His body acted as if nothing was amiss, yet from Dan’s perspective his pride was in the control of a short lived thief.

Despite it’s appearance, the actions of the pumpkin in control of Dan’s body did not wane. It proudly flexed Dan’s hairy thick muscles back at him, popping it’s chest, tensing it’s biceps, showcasing it’s tree truck quads and calves, with Dan’s family legacy dancing underneath the covers as if an animal were trying to escape the darkness into the light. There was obvious pride in the actions of Dan’s former body. The pumpkin which had just been some left alone decoration was now in charge of a mass powerhouse of testosterone, fur, and musk. Each flex a slap in the face, each twitch a middle finger to it’s former owner, each unseen drip from it’s ever erect staff a final line in a signature of complete surrender. It was without doubt ecstasy in the face of forfeiture, a sign of unwillingly yielded dominance; despite Dan’s facial expressions of worry and the pumpkin’s expressions of expiration…they both truly and unwaveringly loved it.

After an initial 20 minutes of flexing and teasing, Dan’s body arose from his bed, walked back over (fully naked say his pair of black athletic ankle socks) and removed Dan from the bag, setting him in full view of his former body up close and personal. Dan didn’t know what to expect, yet within moments he found his face rested against one of his massive hairy tits. With nudging encouragement from the pumpkin head, Dan soon took his former nipple in his mouth and began to suckle. Every lick, every nip, every suction of his former masculine breast left his body in lust and arousal, flexing it each time Dan made a move on it. Dan secretly wished his pecs milked; it’d be amazing to experience that as a disembodied head servicing his own body to production, yet that was (unfortunately for his lustful fantasy) not his case. Despite this, after some time going at both his barrels, his body shifted him to one of his hairy pits, to which he proceeded to attack it like a lion to its prey in the vast emptiness of the Savannah.

When his body became satisfied with it’s muscle worship via Dan’s tongue, it shifted the covers to reveal a fully erect 9 inch long, 2 inch thick monster, voluptuous kiwis hanging low, leaking warm fluids of desire and pent up excitement. Dan was fixated on his throbbing mast, yet began his pelvic journey at the fruit of his manliness. Due to the size and girth, Dan could only take one testicle at a time, yet the sensations were not lost, the pleasure void of any lacking. Within time it was the final embrace, the moment Dan had wanted since being brought over to the bed to service his former temple of alpha dominance…it was time to take his shaft at full attention.

His body took him by the hair and hoisted him to the attention of his throbbing thick glans, now covered in a thin layer of warm, salty nectar. In haste and desire Dan took his former helmet into his willing mouth, his eyes going back at the sensations brought to his tongue at the behest of his own body. Embracing the rapture of all his available tactile gifts left to him, he downed the upper portion of his shaft, causing his body to arc and shutter at the readily warm and moist orifice that is Dan’s mouth and remaining throat. There was no telling how much time had passed regarding Dan’s perspective, yet from the context of the light coming into his bedroom window he surmised that it must have been nearly an hour of giving oral pleasure to his meat. As if on cue, Dan recognized his body’s physical motions for it’s time to climax.

Dan closed his eyes and awaited to be filled mouth first with his warm seed, but his body had different plans. Quickly removing his mouth, Dan’s body quickly turned and shifted Dan’s head over the throbbing mast neck opening first. Before Dan could have time to react, he was thrust onto his glans and pushed until said glans appeared just past his teeth. Dan not expecting the new approach gave out a gasp which was quickly overtaken with gagging and slobbering noises as his body pressed his neck down to press against his warm sack. Feeling Dan’s head was secure, his body resumed it’s flexing position and began bucking and breathing heavily, Dan all the while struggling to find comfort while gently gnawing at the base of his plump glans. Then in one massive thrust, Dan’s body began to fire it’s load onto it’s chest, abs, and the pumpkin head. As this began, the decaying fruit (unable to withstand Dan’s body’s powerful thrusting) came loose and toppled off his shoulders, crashing into several chunks on the floor. Dan was able to notice this, yet despite his body no longer having a head of any kind kept flexing and firing off it’s load. Contempt with the active movement of his body, Dan resigned to his position and teased the base of his glans with his teeth while his body flexed and bowed in it’s massive climax.

When everything was said and done, Dan’s body (now fully headless) laid back, still flexing and breathing heavily covered it thick white globs of it’s own seed. Dan squinting his eyes beheld his massive muscular body relieved of it’s pent up sexual desires, slowly coming down off it’s high. Dan still couldn’t feel or move his body, and with no head it appeared to be motionless - guide-less on what to do next. This of course was somewhat concerning to Dan, yet in the moment it didn’t really matter. He wasn’t in immediate danger, he was at home and away from the prying eyes of the outside world and he had just finished living out some of the wildest sexual fantasies he’d ever experienced. His roommate would be returning to the townhome late Sunday and would no doubt find him still there impaled on his meat, hairy muscles flexing powerfully as if nothing was amiss. The only thing he really thought on was what he’d have to say (and how he’d say it) if Monday came around and he wasn’t at work.