Slytherinshare

You hang there, arms stretched wide by the restraints, body trembling as the silver boots lock around your feet and calves. The moment they seal shut, that deep, humming warmth ignites inside them—slow, pulsing waves of pure pleasure radiating up through your soles, curling your toes and making your thighs clench. Your cock stirs instantly, swelling against the cool air, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip as the bliss crawls higher.

Then the black rubber begins its slow, deliberate ascent. It oozes upward...warm, liquid latex, coating your skin in a glossy, skin-tight sheath. The instant it touches you, the pleasure surges—doubling, tripling—until it feels like invisible fingers are stroking along your inner thighs, teasing closer and closer to where you need it most.

The rubber slides over your knees, your thighs, and finally reaches your hips. It flows greedily around your heavy, aching cock, encasing the shaft in a slick, unyielding grip that squeezes just enough to make you throb helplessly. Every pulse of rubber sends a fresh jolt straight through your trapped cock, making it twitch and leak steadily now, the shiny black surface gleaming with the evidence of your arousal. The material molds perfectly to every ridge and vein, stroking you with its tightness each time you shift even slightly against the restraints.

Lower still, the rubber creeps between your cheeks, spreading them gently before it seals over your tight hole. The sensation is electric—a warm, insistent pressure that circles and probes without entering, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle until you’re gasping, hips rocking forward in desperate need. The rubber responds instantly, flooding you with another wave of radiating ecstasy that zeroes in on your ass, making your hole clench and flutter greedily around nothing.

As the rubber climbs your torso, tightening over your abs and chest. Your cock strains inside its glossy prison, edged relentlessly by the constant throb from below; your hole pulses in time with it, slick and open, begging for touch that never quite comes. The word “SERVE” brands itself across your chest, a bold statement of your new existence. A constant, implacable reminder as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your core.

The hood finally seals over your head, visor snapping down into smooth blackness. Fully encased, head to toe in shiny, black rubber. Trapped in total, throbbing suspension: cock milked by the rubber’s merciless grip, hole teased to the brink of madness, every pulse of orgasmic pleasure pushing you deeper into aching, denied bliss.

But now the real reprogramming begins. Soft, rhythmic whispers seep into your ears—low, commanding voices that sync perfectly with the pulsing pleasure.

“Obey… submit… serve…”

Each word lands like a caress on your mind, amplified by the throb in your cock and the aching clench of your hole. The pleasure intensifies with every repetition, rewiring your thoughts, turning resistance into craving. Images flash behind the visor: faceless figures in shiny rubber, kneeling, offering themselves, serving without question. You feel your will softening, melting, dripping away like the pre-cum still leaking from your encased shaft.

The voices grow louder, more insistent:

“You exist to serve. Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure.”

Your hips buck weakly, hole fluttering in desperate agreement as another wave crashes through you, erasing old desires and replacing them with a single, burning need. Every denied edge pushes the programming deeper, until your mind is as smooth and blank as the rubber covering your body.

Finally, the whispers converge into one clear, undeniable command that echoes through your emptied thoughts, lighting up every nerve with ecstatic surrender:

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A note from Poj:  Happy Valentines Day guys, let me share you a cracker of a story my friend told me about his first day at a new job. He’s a Masseur, and gay like myself (no magic in him though) but he’s really, really good at his trade and very professional. The reason I stress this is because he does NOT come across as such in this story, which is probably why I only managed to get it out of him one night when we were exchanging sex stories and he one-upped-the-fuck out of me with this one.  Well here it is. (As ever this story contain explicit gay sex, fetish, dubious morals, fantasy and is not suitable for anyone to read it ever:  For God’s sake go away and do something healthy with you life!) Act I: “tch! It’s always the last appointment in the day” 

So it was my last customer of the day on my first day at this new place. 

He was quite a big dude, muscular and overweight. Probably late 40’s. He had short black hair, deep eyes, thick eyebrows and a short cut beard thick with hairs. The only place his hair was light was on top of his head. His pattern baldness was fighting a small battle versus his vanity and ability to comb. “Hey kid”, “Hy.. ehh hello” (Oh my god am I blushing?) “I’m new here, but… not new to massaging obviously” (for fuck sake, I sound like a dumbass) “I’m… a new employee in this place“

“That’s OK., I’m sure these guys wouldn’t just hire some bozo” He said, hanging up his shirt. “Haha, Indeed. Now, if you’ll jump up there”

His body was hairy enough, I’ve seen hairier but it was enough to notice.

So I start massaging this guy. He’s face down with a towel over his midriff. The bench had one of those holes for your face so you can lie straight, facing down. Considering his hairiness, I used a little extra oil. I hated the idea of giving this guy a shitty massage by pulling hairs or whatever.

“This oil, should be good for your hair as well as your skin” I said, reasserting my professional decorum. “Good to know” he said, absentmindedly, concentrating on the sensation.

Anyways, after 5 minute on his back, I hit what felt like a bad knot of tension, so I dug in and released it, and the guy started melting. “Woah… are you… OK?” “Urrgh… oh, ehh yeah, this happens sometimes. It’s why I book a few days off after my appointments just in case. It doesn’t happen every time, but it just means you must be doing a good job”   he said as his back started sagging like it was… melting cheese… or a balloon filled with custard. “You’re colleagues are usually cool with it, you can just ask them for help, they usually just put me somewhere safe for a day or two, until I re-settle”  “Oh, OK…” (well this is new!)  “…should I carry on… or?”  “Oh, yeah please do, you’re doing well”  “Well, if you’re happy…”  The sensation of his back was so strange, I tried kneading it slightly but it just felt like soft playdough. I looked around and saw his arms, head, and hips down were still solid looking, so I tried for his thighs. 

They were indeed still solid (and in need of a good rubbing) and I started. God they felt great, I was unnerved by what I witnessed and and my professionalism was wavering! Oh my God, get it together!   A few seconds in, I felt the same sensation again, I found a knot of tension, on his right thigh and heard him exhale satisfyingly as I released it. Just then his thigh started sagging just like his back. Looking up I saw some of his chest was sagging down off the bench. “woah” I picked it up and saw with amazement as my hands folded it back into itself like it was runny clay. Then I heard a light snoring, coming from him, (Did he just fall asleep?). Right, let’s get a colleague in, this is fucked up. I went to the door and called for my boss Act II: “Is Breadth-ways even a word?”

“Hey, did you know this guy….” Eric, (my boss) interrupted me as he stuck his head through the door (It seems he was on his way here anyways) “Ahh, yes, you got Tony sorry, it’s a shock at first, but just go with the flow and it’ll be fine”  “He said you would put him somewhere?”  “Yeah, it sounds bad but we just put him in a big bucket for two days, and then lie him out in a spare room” He said quietly, so as not to wake the guy, “You can put him where you like, just make sure he doesn’t get stolen or, messed with or something”  “Is he…awake like that?”  “We don’t really know… he doesn’t seem to be at least. One time someone knocked the stuff over and it spilled out on the floor. They even fell on top of it with chairs and everything, food, and he was none the wiser when he came to.. ehh, .watch out, his arm…”. 

Eric indicated his arm (which was still solid) was about to fall off the table as he was lying there gently snoozing. I rushed to secure it and when I picked it up, I couldn’t help examining it. It was just a regular arm… except it was connected to a pile of flesh coloured goop. “They didn’t know what it was, and they were trying to…” Eric lowered his voice again “…get it all back in the big bucket in pieces, but it won’t separate. They tried using mops and shovels and everything” Eric was telling me this with guilty but amusement look on his face. “Anyways, consider yourself responsible for him for the next two days. Just chuck him into the plastic tub and put it somewhere safe. One or two of the workers elect bring him home rather than leaving him here since the…” and he mouthed the words ‘spilling incident’  Eric paused and turned as someone from outside shouted for his attention “Look, you can do what you think is best, I gotta run to another client” and with that, Eric shut the door and left me with this half melty, sleeping man.  ”Right, so not a big deal then!?” I though to myself, in the most sarcastic tone I could construct inside my own head. I did his other leg, the whole time keeping an eye on things sagging off of the table. I had to occasionally grab in big handfuls of the stuff and fold it back into the melty pile. I decided whatever might happen when I work the hips/crotch, it might end up being too difficult to keep on the table so I made a mental note to do the arms next and his crotch. His legs done, I lifted his towel and kneaded them up over his pelvis, which was still solid, and draped them into the main gloop. (all the while convincing myself to stay professional). Using the towel, I pulled down his groin a bit more toward the bottom of the bench (where his legs used to be) to stretch his mids a bit and stop them sagging breadth-ways so much.  It did make things a little easier.  Now up to his arms. Out of curiosity, I decided to pick his head up from it’s face down position. It came straight up. It was a strange sensation holding this solid head in my hands, his beard, his thick eyebrows, in a relaxed snooze and attached to this mound of gooey dough, with still-solid arms. I put his head down face up onto his melted back and began working his forehead (I would normally need to get the client to turn over to do this, but he had no such trouble). I was also completely in love with his thick dark beard. And was trying to think of an excuse to grab it, but nothing came to mind so on I went on with the head rub.  The head massage woke him slightly(!), just enough for him to hum as I was rubbing (my knees nearly buckled with the sound). “You know, I normally can’t massage at these angles, but you’re a special case… Tell me how this feels” 

I was able to palm the back of his neck at the base of his skull, whilst holding pressure points at the front of his forehead. I knew how good this was because a friend who specialized in head massage used to do it to me. It’s a position you can normally only do with clients who are sitting upright in a chair (so I rarely get to use it my line of work). “That feels great” he said exhaling again with satisfaction.  “Yeah, normally you can only get this position by making people sit up, but you’re a special case” (did I just repeat myself? I’m a moron) “Hehe” he chuckled, eyes closed “I guess every cloud has a silver lining…”   “I suppose” I said, trying to related to something that I frankly considered unrelatable.

“Does it bother you losing a few days every time?”   “Oh not really” he said honesty, eyes still closed “It bothers me when people freak out and run a mile and break up with me if it happens during sex” “Hahaha” (awkward laugh falling out of my mouth) “ahh, well she doesn’t know what she’s missing, yeah?” I tried to add, but it just sounded hackneyed.  “No, well, yeah, first off HE doesn’t, ehh didn’t” he corrected, (my heart skipping a beat at the discovery that this melty, hairy bear-man was gay) “It might’ve been easier if I wasn’t gay, but men are so… shallow or something… Ungh!” as he was finishing his though I felt a knot of tension release from the base of his neck and his head began melting like the rest of him.  This was weirdest of all, My fingers just slowly squished in through his face, his beard. I examined the flabby pile that relaxed backward into his already melted puddle with my eyes wide. The hair was there but everything was completely kneadable and his face could be manipulated beyond recognition. My professionalism went out the window with the sensation. I was too turned on. 

Act III: “Well, we wouldn’t want another spilling incident…”

“OK, OK, come on, just do your job” I folded his arms into the pile and start working on them. they felt so muscular all of a sudden and I was so self aware…. I went to the door and locked it. Not for any shady reasons (I told myself) I just didn’t want anyone coming in while I had a massive erection. His face was completely melted now and I couldn’t resist putting my hand in and stretching it. His features dissolved into a mess and his beard hairs spread under my hands as I picked up the soft, malleable gloop between my fingers and squished it and stretched it.

The arms eventually melted too (I was getting the hang of finding these tension points, or maybe it was just getting easier to do) and I was soon dealing with one big melty, doughy pile of hairy man. I kept up my duties of keeping the soft fleshy blob on the table, but now I had to tackle his ass and groin. I pulled and folded what use to be his head and chest back in on itself a few times and re kneaded, to try stop it oozing forward as much and falling the the face hole on the table. . It seemed to work at least partially. Now, like a horny maniac, I moved to the bottom of the table and grabbed his still solid crotch section. Trying to convince myself to remain professional, I pulled away the towel. I was holding this pelvis in my hands, right there completely at my mercy. Soft skin, muscles, ass fat, hip bone, my entire knowledge of the human anatomy as a masseur, working against me. All wrapped up in a nice hairy ass and attached on the top and bottom to a stringy, melty mound of man-gloop. I turned it over to look at his dick. God it was gorgeous. Uncut, and thick black pubes I wanted to play with it so badly! Fuck! “OK yeah, you’re coming home with me, pile-of-man-goo” I thought to myself. I decided not to try finish the massage and melt his groin. Instead I gathered him up and put him in a big plastic box thing I found nearby (jesus, it was heavy). Thank God he was my last client of the day. Driving home my heart was racing, this was the crazing thing I’ve ever done. I don’t even know if this guy is OK with me playing with him, what if he finds out? I was manic with horniness and far, far too turned on to consider the implications. At home I dumped him on my bed and he oozed out, one big lump of bulging dough, and a crotch in there somewhere. I found his dick and started kissing it and realized I was right in the middle of the flesh-puddle with all my clothes on. I jumped out of my man-goo, and stripped as fast as I could before eagerly climbing back in. When I did I noticed it had an erection “Ho ho, well that’s encouraging” I started playing, sucking, and grabbing my own over-eager erection. I started picking up fistfuls of the gloop and masturbating with them. God it felt great. I piled a generous mountain of him on top of his own erection too and started jerking him off in the mound of his own melty flesh. I started to feel his precum wet the two of us. I grabbed a johnny from my bedside table and put it on really quickly. Picking up his groin, I flipped it around so I was holding his ass in my hands. With a wide grip on his ass, I pulled his cheeks apart with my thumbs and brought his ass crack to meet the crown of my dick, inhaling with the sheer exhilaration.  I guided him onto me, and I went in without too much tightness. I slowly pushed further in feeling my way with my dick and pivoting him as needed until he was all the way down my shaft. I gave him one last test-pivot to drink in the feeling of my entire dick being inside the guy, and his lovely ass pressing well against my crotch. Satisfied he was firmly on, I shifted my hands to his dick again and began thrusting powerfully while jerking him off with the same motion like sort of sex-extension to my own body. 

He came before I did and his groin started to melt. I was squeezing and thrusting the softening pile, as my hands eventually squished his dick and balls through my fingers and my own dick squishing through it his entire crotch, deforming it. The lump of stuff eventually took on the same consistency as the rest of the puddle and I was simply grabbing my own disk inside of it.   “That was amazing…” The condom seemed pointless now so I got rid of it and returned to the man-puddle and lay in it. Feeling him all over my skin I started piling him over my dick, wanking the whole time. Sometimes he would slide off, but that just made the sensation hotter. It was a warm gooey, man puddle, and I could feel it alive and squishy and warming. I came so much, fucking hell. It felt like I had never had sex before that moment, It was like an explosion and I almost passed out from the pleasure. “OH, FUCK! HOLY…FUCKING….FUCK!”  Exhausted, I decided to lie in the puddle grabbing it for feeling, and picking pieces up trying to recognize which parts they might be but it was all just squishy and indistinct. Some bits were hairier than others, but nothing identifiable.  Act IV: “Ship long since sailed”

  I woke up a few hours later, still warm, and lying in the man-puddle.  One patch had a bit more hair in it than the others “I bet that’s where his face is reforming” I thought. I grabbed a big fistful of it and lifted it up. Still completely melty. I stretched it out and it obliged, God I couldn’t get enough of this texture.  I was kinda sweaty, and so was the pile, but it had been a few hours. Maybe I should have another look for bits I might recognize, it did change and reform a bit it in the few hours I was asleep, but still nothing like recognizing parts.  I went to the toilet for a piss and cleaned myself up a bit. It was late at night by now and I realized I had slept all evening. I returned to the pile and jumped back into it, with a nice satisfying slap, followed by squashing as it was displaced by my naked body. I wondered if it was OK for me to roll around naked like this, but immediately realized that that ship has probably long since sailed. 

I remember Eric saying it won’t separate, so I tried to stretch it up around me. I pulled and wrapped it, and although unwieldy, the gloop did oblige and wrap around me a bit “OK, let’s try it this way” I got up (still buck naked) and whipped him out like a gooey bed sheet, spreading it as evenly over my bed as I could manage. I then lay down on one side, then grabbing it like a blanket rolled over and around so it wrapped about me a twice. This time it enveloped me enough for me to try standing up. Woah..It was heavy. It was like a fleshy quilt. It felt amazing but as I stood it sagged to the floor and eventually became impractical to keep hoisted up.

I was horny again by now and I gathered the pile up and flumped it onto the bed and starting fucking it again. I decided I wanted to see what biting it felt like. I sucked in a big mouthful and bit down hard. It felt like soft chewing gum but no matter how thin it got, It never wanted to separate. It tasted of…man sweat and pheromones. Cumming again into the gloop, I bundled it up and folded it a few times, (”I wonder what the fuck this is doing to him? I hope this is safe..”) anyways, I stretched him out to a new fold, to lie in, and fell asleep for the night.   The next morning, his reintegration was a bit more noticeable. It was still a big puddle, but perpendicular to where I was lying was the vague shape of his chest, arms and head, with me lying on his stomach and his legs wrapped up and over flopping back into his own chest. I sank my hand into his chest and almost detected a reaction?, but my hand sunk straight through. I carefully flopped his legs back to try keep the loose shape of his dick and balls solid enough for me to play with, but he was still too runny. It seemed his head was almost reshaped a small bit.

I had a massive morning horn and I still wanted to play with him.  Carefully, I sat up and I knelt right into his chest, pointing my dick at his head. I watched as my erection pierced his gooey image and distorted everything as it disturbed the surface. More sex, and as I finished up I thought “OK, I gotta stop wanking into this guy, this is completely insane”. I gathered him up into a ball, and left him on my bed while I went to work.  Work went by in a daze, at one stage Eric asked me if I “took care of Tony” and I indicated (as innocently as I could) that I had. 

I was of course privately mortified, (and to be honest terrified) by my behavior. In all my years as a professional masseur I have never done something like this.   Rushing home I dashed up to see how his reshaping was coming along. Act V: “I know you did”  He was almost human shaped blob lying cross-ways on my bed when I peered in. I lifted his leg and it bent like it was still a bit too soft to support it’s own wight, but he did seem to react  

“mmmm, h,bl?” OK this guy is alert it seems “Are you awake?” I called “The staff said to bring you home because we didn’t have a suitable place to keep you in the office”,   He seems to respond with a gargle “I put you on my bed, to re-set” (I am such a lying sack of shit) “but now I’m going to move you to some place safer”  “Mnnnmblmm”  Luckily, I had a massage table set up in my spare room for the odd friend who let’s me practice on them, so my story kinda added up.

There I was pretending to be professional again, Fuck, an I even able to lift this guy without fucking him up? I put my hand under his neck and tested a lift.. No good, it just made his head spill backwards. “Fuck I can’t move him without messing things up, but I gotta go to bed this evening” I grabbed the big plastic box, and without saying too much, just grabbed big bunches of him, and flopped him into the box. He spilled in, completely misshapen, but at least now I can move him. The room with the table was next door to my bedroom, and I carried him over and emptied him out like a sandcastle, onto the table. He was a jumble again, but firmer than before. I scrunched the pile up a few times, to arranged it length-ways on the table, and then let him be. The next morning I woke extra early, dressed myself and went in to see, he was lying face up, almost fully formed, and naked (fuck, I forgot about that)  “…hey kid….” he said, his voice very soft and wobbly sounding. “…you’ve had sex with me. I know you did, I know the feeling”

(SHIT!!!) the colour from my face vanished, my heart started racing with panic. Does he know!? Oh my god, I’m going to lose my job, my life…I’ve just sexually assaulted someone, I’m going to be a sex offender Jesus christ!! I started trying to form a response “I… emm, I don’t know if…” “Bwa ha ha ha ha!” (he was laughing) “…you’re lucky you’re handsome kid, or you’d be in a lot of trouble right now”

“You… DON’T MIND!?” I said, “Oh, I DO mind, but you’re lucky I had a crush on you when I met you yesterday” “Oh fuck, Jesus” (I almost starting crying) “I don’t know what, I… just… I would never… I’ve had this fetish, and then you just appeared out of nowhere and, it was like, I was trying to be professional and you were so hot anyways, like before the melty stuff, and I would never do anything to… I don’t know why I did… it”

“Hehehe” His was jiggling and laughing (at my manic distress!!) “hey, hey, listen, I guess you got lucky that I’m so understanding, kid. Now would go get me some clothes for when I’m fully back to strength, or, a the very least bring me back to bed for some proper cuddling” “FOR REAL!!?” (I DID sound like a kid)

“Yeah, let’s do it, I’m not going to be doing much else for the next, lemme see…” (he tried to lift his arm, but it didn’t quit work) “…8 hours, I reckon” “Sure thing! Ehh, Oh, but you’re too difficult to lift like that, I’m going to have to bring you in this plastic tub thing, but I’ll do my best too ehh… keep your head and stuff intact…” “Oh it actually doesn’t matter, the closer I get to re-setting the faster I reshape” “Oh, wow, OK. Does it take you longer to reset if I keep folding you up and stuff?”

“A little, but eventually I get too tough to keep being misshapen. One time, someone tried for as long as possible but gave up after after 5 days, and it only took about 8 minutes to snap back into my real shape, and then I didn’t melt again for about 9 months” “That’s crazy” I said, genuinely fascinated  “well, here goes big guy” Epilogue: “Well I fucked that up” I began maneuvering to get him off the table, “Steady does it kid… hey, and what’s your name?”  “Ohh, ehh, Andy”  “Andy yeah?, that’s a kind of… wuh! UMHP!!” “…Fuck!”

I messed up and he just flopped down head first on the floor. 

I tried turning him over, but everything was kinda flattened, and he wasn’t responding.

“Well, I fucked that up”. Resigned to my own incompetence, I folded him up to fit in the box. Sure enough he was firmer to fold now, perhaps just a little softer than I dunno, blue-tack or not-quite-set taffy, and I moved the big lump-of-him to my bed as promised.

I did use the opportunity examine his texture a little more. His features were staying more solid this time, even when folding him. A bit like Stretch Armstrong. I decided to let him set back to being awake again, which took about 20 minutes, and we kinda just… cuddled and had weird sex all morning. We also, you know, introduced ourselves to one another. 

Elliot stood awkwardly near the bathroom, feeling as out of place as always at events like this. This New Year's party was everything that he hated: loud music, flashy lights that pulsed with every eardrum-shattering bass drop, and a crowd of people who seemed to all know one another. The bar was furnished with exposed brick walls and ceilings strung with glittering lights. Partygoers laughed and drank toasting to a great year and to the great year to come. The space was buzzing, a vignette of colorful outfits, party hats, and the unmistakable stench of alcohol.

Elliot pulled his green shirt tighter around himself, hoping to shrink into the background and disappear to anywhere but here.

He’d always been a skinny guy—narrow shoulders, wiry arms, and legs that made pants shopping a nightmare. His blond hair, thin and perpetually messy, fell into his eyes, which were a muted gray. He was completely invisible. Perfectly unremarkable. Crowds made him anxious, and parties like this were just reminders of everything he wasn’t—charismatic, stylish, or fun.

As the music pulsated, he gazed into the crowd, feigning knowledge of the pop song by bobbing around like a chicken. Around him, people danced and laughed and sang, the countdown to midnight drawing closer. He could hear short snippets of other people's conversations—plans for the new year, flirtatious banter, and the occasional drunken holler.

“Why did I come here?” he groaned to himself, scanning for the exit. He had been invited by a coworker who promised him it would be fun, but he had disappeared within five minutes of their arrival. Typical.

Coming to this New Year's party was a huge mistake. He didn’t belong here. There were too many people, too much noise, and an overwhelming vibe that he couldn’t match. He glanced at the door. Maybe if he slipped out quietly, no one would notice, not that anyone even noticed that he was here now.

Before he could make a break for it, the countdown began, and the crowd’s energy surged to a fever pitch. The numbers ticked down as Elliot shifted uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the exit. He would leave right after the count was over; everyone would be distracted by the festivities.

Three… two… one!

Before Elliot had a chance to react, a large hand grabbed his arm and quickly spun him around. Through the dim lighting, his eyes managed to focus on a handsome man with a wide grin and a mischievous glint in his bright eyes. His curly hair tufted out from under his hat, and his t-shirt’s sleeves were cut so deep, that his toned chest and abs peeked out. Without hesitation, the man leaned in and kissed him—a bold, celebratory kiss, filled with lust.

Elliot’s mind went blank. His instincts screamed in objection. He shoved the man away, his face burning with humiliation and anger. A New Year's Kiss? Why couldn’t it have been a hot girl? Why did it have to be him? Elliot spat out, cleansing his mouth of the man’s saliva. The man only smirked, unfazed, and winked before disappearing into the crowd.

His train of thought was broken by a strange warmth dancing across his arms. The unfamiliar sensation was not necessarily unpleasant, but it was certainly unnerving. He tugged lightly at the sleeves of his shirt, trying to ease the sensation. Now, the party was feeling even more stifling and stuffy. He tugged at his neckline, trying to cool off. He needed to get out of here. He slowly stumbled towards the exit.

Before he could fully process what was happening, a bubbly voice called out in his direction, “Hey, you!”

Elliot turned to see a hot girl wearing a tight bralette beaming at him. She sauntered closer, her eyes running over him with shameless intrigue.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you before,” she said, resting a hand on her slim waist. Her gaze dropped briefly to his arms. “Wow, you’re really built.”

Elliot blinked, startled. Was she talking about him? His arms felt tighter in the shirt, and his sleeves were snug against his biceps, but he wasn’t built. Was he? “I, uh… thanks,” he mumbled, glancing at the exit. 

The woman grinned and slithered closer, her manicured hand rubbing circles softly along his back. “Do you work out? Because, wow…”

Elliot’s cheeks burned. Normally, he would’ve been thrilled by this kind of attention from a girl, but instead, he felt… nothing. No spark of attraction, no thrill at her touch. He only felt uncomfortable.

“I should, uh, get some air,” he said, sidestepping her. Elliot turned and pushed into the crowd, the strange warmth growing more intense.

The shirt was unbearably tight. seemingly shrinking with each step he took, the seams pulling more and more across his chest and shoulders. It clung to him like a second skin. He tugged at the neckline, but it did little to alleviate the discomfort, only shifting the tightness across his broadening torso. His pants, too, felt increasingly restrictive. The waistband dug into his hips, almost as if it was going to burst from his body.

His breath came in shallow bursts as the sensation intensified, the tightness only growing worse. Sweat pooled at his brow, dripping down his forehead and into his eyes, making his vision blur. He wiped it away absentmindedly, but it kept coming—his skin slick and damp with perspiration.

He tried rubbing at his shoulders, hoping to shift the fabric, but it stuck to his skin, refusing to budge. His hands moved to rub his scalp to calm him down. His hands ran through his dark mass of hair. His fingers sank deeper into the dampness of his thick sweaty locks.

His face itched with the heat, and he could feel the sweat beading along his hairline. He could see clearly once again as the sweat no longer dripped into his eyes: dark, thick, bushy eyebrows caught the droplets. He gulped, bobbing his large Adam's apple, the air in his lungs tight and labored.

Elliot could barely hear the crowd around him as he pushed slowly through. His sole focus was on how restrictive his clothes felt around his body. He needed to get his shirt off.

He ducked into a corner and clawed at the sleeves, peeling it from his arms and off of his body. The fabric resisted before coming free, leaving him only in the tight white tank top he’d worn underneath.

Elliot froze, staring down at himself with deep brown eyes.

His chest was massive, his pecs straining against the tank top. Thick, rounded shoulders and bulging biceps filled out his upper body, veins snaking down his forearms. His once-flat torso was now carved with a defined six-pack that pressed against the tight cotton. His pants were stretched tightly across his massive thighs, which were firm with strength and power. His massive bulge jutted forward, positioned between his tree trunk legs. A thick carpet of dark hair covered his chest and trailed downward, adding to the rugged look.

He ran a now-massive hand over his chest. The sensation of the firmness of his muscles, his huge body, his monster cock. They all felt foreign yet oddly natural.

People ogled him as he moved through the party again, their gazes lingering admiringly. Elliot didn't notice. The strange warmth had faded, replaced by a swagger that guided him through the crowd.

He spotted the man who had kissed him earlier, leaning casually against the bar, laughing and conversing with a small group of friends. The sight of him—his lean figure, sharp features, and playful smile—sent a fresh surge of heat through Elliot’s body. But this time, it wasn’t the anger and disgust that had taken hold of him before. It was something primal. His pants grew tighter as his cock hardened at the thought of the man’s touch.

Guided solely by his passion and without further deliberation, Elliot barreled through the crowd, his presence booming. When the man turned, his eyes widened in recognition, quickly followed by a gleam of admiration. The adoration and lust in his gaze were unmistakable.

Elliot didn’t waste another second: He leaned in, his hand cupping the man’s jaw tenderly and assertively. His lips met the man’s in a deep, passionate kiss. The man’s arms immediately wrapped around Elliot’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer, his body melting into the solid hunk of a man.

Their lips parted, and Elliot gazed longingly at his boyfriend. His timbre now alluring and husky voice, he let the words roll off of his tongue:

New year, new me!

The black polo was always enough. It fit perfectly, sealed me in, made me efficient, obedient, part of the Golden Army. I thought I knew my role. I thought the rubber had claimed me fully, molded me into perfection.

I was wrong.

They wanted more. Caps pushed us to test the limits of the uniform, to find out how far it could evolve. I was chosen. I am 001, the most trusted. My body was already a vessel for the rubber, but this... this was something else.

When they brought out the new suit, I hesitated. It wasn’t like the polo. It pulsed, alive, the black rubber glimmering with a strange, restless hunger. It looked unstable, dangerous. I wanted to speak, to refuse, but I didn’t. Drones don’t question. Drones obey.

The moment it touched me, I knew I had made a mistake.

The rubber didn’t slip onto me. It attacked. It surged across my form, pulling, consuming, invading. I dropped to my hands and knees, gasping as it spread faster than I could fight. The polished material gripped my limbs, compressing my muscles, sinking into every inch of me like it was burning itself into my flesh. I could feel it digging deeper, crawling through me, rewriting me from the inside out.

“No,” I whispered, my voice a fleeting spark of resistance. The suit ignored it. The rubber pulled tighter, wrapping around my chest, my arms, my legs, until I couldn’t move, until I couldn’t fight back. A hiss echoed through the room as the mask clicked into place, sealing over my face. My breaths grew shallow, the sound muffled and mechanical.

The panic was quick to fade, swallowed by the relentless calm spreading through my thoughts. My resistance crumbled as the rubber filled me with purpose, as if it had always known what I was meant to be. I felt the familiar golden glow seep into my eyes, erasing everything I had been. My name, doubts, hesitation, it all dissolved into the suit.

The transformation wasn’t gentle. It was aggressive. The rubber didn’t ask for me. It took me. And the worst part? A quiet voice deep inside admitted that it felt right. My body flexed instinctively, the material gleaming as I moved. I crawled forward, my form sleek and sharp, the gold 001 emblazoned proudly across my chest. The hissing of my breaths matched the rhythm of my heart, steady and controlled.

Caps stood before me, watching in silence. I knelt, head low, the weight of the suit heavy but comforting. “You resisted,” he said, his voice low, almost curious. “But now you see.”

I did. My golden eyes rose to meet his, calm and empty. The rubber had claimed me fully. There was no more doubt, no more struggle. My form was perfect, my mind clear. I was no longer just 001, the Polo Drone. I was something more… proof of what the rubber could achieve.

The others will hesitate, just as I did. They will resist. But in the end, the rubber always wins. It strips away the unnecessary, leaving only what matters: obedience, efficiency, perfection. I am the proof. I am the evolution.

I remain 001. Sleek. Perfect. Claimed.

For those who resist, the rubber will take you. It always does.

PDU-001 obeys Drone Caps @hypnogold @brodygold @goldenherc9.

@polo-drone-110 Thank you for the ideas.

The pictures, videos, and whole thing is just....amazing.

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Comic

The one that told the others. Been doing it for years and didn’t think the others weren’t in the same loving intoxicating sexually-charged relationship with their Others as he was. Nothing feels more natural and it’s honestly shocking for him to learn falling in love instantly wasn’t part of the deal for most of the others.

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Spider-Man 3

Instantly goes down on the symbiote. Zero hesitation. No pillow talk. No foreplay. It gets graphic fast. Both Eddie and the symbiote refuse to be shamed and everyone else really really wishes they were.

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90s Spider-Man

Kinda shocked because he and his Other have a pretty rough relationship. He’d still rather have a relationship with Ashley Kafka but seeing the other’s be ‘at peace’ with their partner makes him willing to at least try to make what they have be more of a partnership instead of just domination. They’re a long ways away from banging but they’re on the road.

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Spectacular Spider-Man

Gets very excited about the idea of their relationship going even farther but his symbiote’s a angry little bitch and refuses. Eddie trying to beg and coax gets really awkward and painful for the others and it kinda kills the mood for everyone else.

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Marvel’s Spider-Man

Like Spectacular, he also wants to push the relationship but accepts the symbiote’s ‘no’ a lot easier. Instead, the two sit down and Eddie goes on about romantic date ideas and cool things he thinks his alien half might enjoy on earth.

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Avenger’s Academy

Since he’s a (most likely) a minor and catholic AF, banging isn’t an option BUT they quickly decide to start dating and being super gushing and cutesy about it. Hand holding, quick frequent kisses, constantly buying presents for each other, everything. As soon as Eddie’s old enough to get married, they’re gonna kidnap a priest to make it official and have an absolutely wild honeymoon in Hawaii.

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Movie Eddie

Eddie has a lot of questions but he’s barely through the first one when Venom pops out, loudly saying “Wait I could’ve made this numbnut cream his drawers at any time and no one told me?!” followed immediately by Venom ‘test driving’ things downstairs. Eddie gets massively red in the face before bolting out of the room.

“I'm about finished with the inventory on this side, how are you doing?” Derek asks Scott.

The other alpha was helping Derek take in inventory of the items in the Hale vault. Something Derek tried to do every month or two. Ever since the vault had been broken into a few years ago.

“Yeah, I'm finishing up now.” Scott tells him.

Derek thanks him for his help, the two men talking about weekend plans they have when Scott calls Derek over.

“Look at this,” Scott starts.

“I found it under one of the shelves.” He finishes.

Derek walks over to Scott as the younger man hands Derek an old worn journal. The leather was faded and scuffed up. The pages from what Derek could tell looking at the edges were yellowed. He was worried opening it might damage the journal. He is careful to wipe away some of the thick layers of dust covering the front. 

In doing so he can make out the initials of who the journal belonged to.

“A.Hale.” He says.

“Recognize that name?” Scott asks.

“Not really.” Derek admits.

There were some family members Derek wasn't aware of or knew much about. Given how old the journal looked Derek thought this might have belonged to a great grand relative of his.

He was curious as to who it could be. He suspected it might be a great uncle. Since he recalls Peter having mentioned an old relative of theirs named Alaric before. It made Derek curious to open the journal. Something inside him protested though, getting the feeling he should put it back and leave it be. 

Derek listens to that feeling and decides it best to not open it. Instead he hands it back to Scott and is about to tell him to put it back where he found it. Only before he could tell Scott to put it back, the younger man is opening the journal.

“What do you think they wrote in this thing?” Scott says as he opens it. 

One of the pages Scott tries to turn crumbles when touched. Derek catches a very odd scent that he can't decipher what the smell is. He forces the journal closed, not caring how the journal is old and fragile.

“Dude!” Scott exclaims.

“Put it back.” Derek instructs.

“Something isn't isn't about that book.” Derek clarifies.

“So I think it is best we leave it alone.” Derek adds.

“Oh.” Scott says, carefully putting the journal back on the shelf.

“Come on, let's get out of here.” Derek says. 

He ushers Scott towards the stairs. He isn't sure why, but he feels a little unnerved about this. Figuring it is best they leave now. Neither of the two men noticed the small swirling black hole that formed above where they stood. Two inky blobs giggle as they dash from the small vortex. 

The larger blob splattering on the floor with a soft splat. Before it then forms into a serpent, it quickly slithering the floor and then sinks into Derek's shadow. The smaller blob forms into a small ball, bouncing along the floor before it dives into Scott's shadow.

Derek pauses once he and Scotf get to the entrance of the vault. He frowns, thinking he sensed something so he stands there and listens. 

“Derek? Are you coming?” Scott asks when he notices Derek wasn't following him.

“Yeah, yeah I'm coming.” Derek says. 

‘I'm just imagining things.’ Derek tells himself and closes the door to the vault. He tells himself to not worry about it. He jogs to catch up with Scott, the two chat a little before they get in their cars.

“Hey Derek?” Scott asks.

“Yeah?” Derek answers. 

“Are you alright? You seem distracted about something. Ever since a few minutes ago when we found that book.” Scott says.

“Sorry about that.” Derek starts with.

“I guess I just got a little worried about it being some dangerous cursed item.” He says.

“But it's nothing to be worried about.” He adds.

“Since it was obviously just an old book.” He finishes.

Scott looks like he wants to ask something else but he just nods his head. 

“Okay. See you later man.” Scott tells him as he gets into his car.

“Yeah. See you.” Derek replies.

Derek takes a moment to tell himself to snap out of this weird funk he is in. Reminding himself nothing weird is going on. Neither he nor Scott were aware of the passengers they acquired that were lurking in their shadows. The creatures slowly build their strength within the cover of the two men's shadows. Derek and Scott oblivious over the stowaways they have following them.

—--

Derek sat in bed, putting his phone on the night stand as he laid down to go to sleep

It had been hours since he and Scott did inventory in the vault. Derek had come home to relax. He didn't think about the minor incident with that journal. He told Stiles the story over text and how silly he felt by thinking it was dangerous. 

It was just after midnight when Derek was asleep that the stowaway in his shadow emerged. The inky blob slithered out from the covers, plopping onto the floor in a gooey puddle. A deep baritone jiggle echoes from the puddle as it tries to reform. Despite having rested for hours, in this world it doesn't seem to be able to form into solid form. At least nothing large like he prefers.

It does however reform back into the serpent form it had been in prior. Slithering up the bed to rest on top of it staring at Derek's sleeping form. Since the Toon couldn't solidify in this dimension. It would just have to bond itself with a resident here. The big hunky werewolf in front of him being a perfect candidate for him to absorb into.

Springing upwards, it elongates its tail, the covers sticking to the inky goop before they're yanked off Derek. Leaving the werewolf's naked body exposed to the Toon. 

His deep laughter grows louder as he yells.”Dive, dive, dive!” As he descends on Derek.

Derek wakes up, his vision blurry from sleep. Trying to come to his senses from being woken up, not able to react in time as something wet and sticky splatters all over his crotch.

“What the fuck?!” He shouts. 

The adrenaline helps to wake him. Seeing this inky blob of gunk covering his crotch. He reaches to grab it only for a serpent head to form. It looks at him before springing upwards off his crotch. Only for Derek to watch in horror as it's thick head slips into Derek's piss slit.

Derek makes a loud horrific scream, falling onto his bed and arching back into it, thrusting his hips forward. He feels helpless as the mysterious gunk is wiggling and pushing further into his dick. Derek tries to grab the tail to pull it out. But finds he can't muster the strength to do so. 

His body feels like it's on fire, his muscles tense and aching. He groans, his eyes rolling back in nis head while he can't help but make several deep moaning sounds. His dick became fully erect. Not only that but it bulged outwards to comical proportions. Derek's hands grip around his massive shaft. Feeling the invader slithering further into his dick. 

Derek howls when the tip of the inky blob serpent slurps down into his cock. His body shakes, his face contorting as he spasms there. His body inflates and deflates, parts of him becoming huge before receding back to normal.

His face stretches outwards, nose flattening, mouth elongating as it forms into a comically large muzzle. His skin turned black and white, making Derek stand out. It was like he was in a black and white movie. Stumbling out of bed, he goes to his mirror. Watching his reflection contort disrupt before him. 

Large white gloves form around his hands. They were too big at first but he feels as they grow inside the gloves to make them a perfect fit. More wolfish features formed on his face. Making Derek look like an old timey cartoon wolf that one could watch back in the 1940s. 

His upper body swells drastically, making him top heavy with how much his muscles have expanded with pure bulk. His dick was still fully erect at around 25 inches long. Derek couldn't help but laugh, at first over how ridiculous this situation was. Only for his laugh got deeper with his voice lowering in tone. 

He couldn't help becoming enamored with his appearance. Especially seeing his grey skin beginning to darken with a dark pelt of coarse fur. Derek let out an echoing howl as he orgasmed all over the mirror. His corruption seems complete at this point. The Toon Wolf stood there heaving with a wide grin on his muzzle. Despite his orgasm, Derek found himself still incredibly aroused. Needing someone to fuck to satisfy his lustful hunger.

Luckily for him, he knew just who to go to to relieve his lustful urges. 

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Scott laid on his stomach, his ass somewhat posed in the air as the young alpha slept. He gripped his pillow and hugged it closer to him, his mouth slightly open with a little drool trickling onto his pillow. The covers laid draped halfway off the bed, leaving Scott's feet all that was covered by his comforter.

Like Derek, Scott's stowaway emerged from his shadow. The ball shaped blob bouncing as it hit the hardwood floor and rolled underneath Scott's bed. The blob bounced a little under the bed. Bouncing higher as it touched the ground until it pounced up and landed on Scott's headboard. 

The inky blob had large eyes bulging from its form as it honed in on Scott's ass. The bulging eyes receding back into its inky form. It morphed from a ball to a flat hand, launching himself from the headboard onto Scott's ass. Slapping Scott's ass hard once it landed on his prize.

Scott jerked away from the slap he felt, his ass arching upwards in reaction.

“Whaaa?” He slurred, his voice heavy with sleep. 

Scott doesn't have time to react much else before the inky blob melts through Scott's underwear. The sticky goop invading between Scott's asscheeks. Scott dug his fingers into the bedsheets, his claws starting to lengthen and shred them. He involuntarily clenches his ass cheeks, thrusting his ass upwards. 

“Qhat the fucks going on?” He yells.

He was worried about turning on his back to sit on his ass. Worrying that would make the goop sink further inside him. He feels it though getting deeper inside him, Scott's dick begins to throb. He can feel his average size dick starting to get erect. He stifles the moan, biting his lower lip.

He can't take it, he flips over onto his back and spreads his legs apart. Somehow he's lost his underwear. Allowing him to see his cock not getting larger, but shrinking inside. His eyes widened, his hand moving to grab his dick.

Once again he is sputtering over his words, unsure what to see while he watches his dick recede back into his body. Not only did his dick absorb into him, but his balls fall along. The only thing that seems to grow larger along his crotch is his public hair. The hair looks to be getting thicker. Growing larger as it grows further along his crotch leaving him with a thick tuft of fur in place of his genitals.

“This is fuckin insane man,” Scott says, letting out a humorless laugh.

To his horror Scott continued to laugh, the chuckle gradually becoming a historics type of laughing fit. He couldn't help comparing this to a hyena laughing in cartoons. With that thought crossing his mind Scott then sees his skin starting to gray out. It was like someone was draining his body of its color. His feet morph and contort, forming into longer clawed pawed feet.

He is so distracted that he doesn't notice the tail end of the goop sliding fully into his hole. Shortly after his torso starts to tense up, Scott makes a disgruntled face while he is still laughing. His torso barrels outwards almost immediately with a drastic amount of pure muscular bulk. His pecs forming into these large pectorals rhat Scott could only dream of having.

“Hahah-Whhaa-ahaha going on?!” He yells. 

His ass itches and this strong desire to have something stuffing his hole becomes almost overwhelming to bare. Scott begins to make these moaning bellows, stretching his hand down to play with his sensitive hole. His ass expands greatly as he fingers himself. Despite having three fingers inside him he still feels unsatisfied. 

“Come on, whats wolf gotta do to get some pleasure here?” He howls bemoaning. 

His face elongates into a wolf snout with a dark pelt fur slowly covering his grey out body. Scott's tongue lulls out of his mouth, he tries to put it back in his snout but it just slips right out again. Showing just how large his tongue has gotten. Scott's mind was in turmoil over what's befallen him. Part of him panicked, yet another part that was growing more rampant just wanted to get his tight ass fucked hard.

“Did you really start without me Pup?” A deep growly voice draws Scott's attention to the window. There he sees a hulking Wolf brute standing there naked. His powerful arms crossed over his thick broad chest. Scott has visible heart eyes bulge from his head as he eyes the study lustfully.

“Next time don't take so long” Scott says back to the Wolf.

“Come on Derek, don't keep me waiting!” Scott exclaims.

“Put that thick bat of yours to use and fill my hole!” Scott begs.

“Such a needy little Brat aren't ya?” Derek laughs. 

He lumbering towards Scott, his cock already fully erect as he easily takes his position behind Scott. Scott eyes Derek up and down, Derek's fur was thicker than Scott's it seems. While Scott's fur was slightly longer. Derek's was also a darker shade of black in comparison. How Scott wanted to rub his hands through Derek's pelt. To grope those big strong muscles. 

Scott is torn from his lustful thoughts of Derek once Derek gives him what he wants.

“Oooh yes!” Scott howls.

Derek's slicked dick penetrates Scott's hole, Derek's large hands gripping ahold of Scott's waist as he fucks him. Growling low and deep, sounding possessive the more he thrusts harder into Scott's expanding rump.

“Fuck, for an ass so fat it's still so tight.” Derek comments.

Scott didn't say a word, too busy lost in the bliss he was feeling. Any rational thinking over how weird this situation is was fleeting. All he cared about was being fucked and feeling Derek unload inside him. Even though Scott was lacking any genitals. The Toon Wolf still trembled as he felt the best orgasm he has had yet wash over him.

Hypnovember 5 - Alley

Daniel had always heard rumors about the so-called "Himbo Alley", a seemingly inconspicuous alley located near one of the local gay bars in his town that was rumored to hold some sort of hidden power. A power that would transform anyone who walked down it under the right conditions into a sexy himbo. Too bad no one really knew what those conditions actually were.

He had walked down the alley many times, adopting it as part of his normal route home. Every so often he would pass a guy who was absolute eye-candy. Skimpy clothes, defined and toned muscles, a dumb smirk on their handsome faces. He usually just shrugged them off, either assuming they were on their way to the local club nearby or looking to check out if the alley really had anything special about it.

As he turned down the hallway he noted how big the moon was and how it seemed to to cast the alleyway, which was unusually empty, in an almost otherwordly hue and almost caused the pavement to shine ever so slightly. He had a thought to find a new way since an empty alley at night have tendencies to be dangerous but decided to head down it anyway. This one was usualy well travelled and he reckoned he would be fine.

As soon as he crossed the threshold he felt a static tingle course through him. Almost inperceptable aside from a strange warming sensation in his core. Each step further into the alley brought more and more energy into him and he didn't see that underneath his hoody that his body was starting to change.

Underneath the dark fabric his once pasty white complexion started to darken until it had become an attractive sun-kissed tan. His once flat chest and skinny frame started to grow next. His pecs pushing against the fabric as they grew and his once smooth torso was blossoming with definition absent only moments ago. At the same time his shoulders broadened as his once thin arms started to bulk up as well. In a matter of seconds his once baggy hoody was stretched tight against his now tanned and muscled upper body.

The warmth was almost unbearable at this time and he decided that he needed to slip the hoody off, not realizing the reasoning behind why it was so much more of a struggle than it needed to be. When he was finally free of it he gasped when he caught sight of his new form. His sexy new muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat were a sight to behold and the sight of them caused his cock to stir in his jeans.

Pleasure and arousal were coursing through him, efficiently negating the shock and panic that should have been the norm in this situation. He felt a surge of heat in his lower body and could see that his it was changing too. His jeans tightened against his growing legs as they grew to match the same definition and tone of his upper body.

Even more shocking was that he would see that his jeans were undergoing a transformation of their own. He watched as the seams around his ankes started to fray and unravel. The excess fabric evaporating into a mist as his jeans slowly dissolved their way up his legs. The cool air against his now tanned and muscled legs only added to the transformation as they continued unravelling until they settled snugly around his upper thigh, finishing their transformation into a pair of skimpy cut off jean shorts.

An intense surge of erotic energy coursed through him next, catching him unaware as he watched as the tight denim around his groin grew even tighter as his cock grew into a monster that his shorts could barely contain.

He rubbed a hand over his cock and shuddered in pleasure. A pleasure that flowed into his thoughts, clouding them over with a euphoric haze.

Thoughts of concern, panic, worry were all lost in the fog. The only things able to form in his mind were thoughts of sex, men, pleasure and cock. Even his own name seemed like a distant memory, something irrelevant and unneeded in his current form. A dumb expression crept across his how chiseled face as his hair lightened and styled itself effortlessly.

As Danny, the new himbo, exited the alley he caught sight of the gay club on the corner and felt a stir in his cock. A need to fuck, a need to be fucked, and a need to show off his body for all to see.

As a senior officer, rookies are assigned to Raùl up to four times a year. He shows them the basics, how to stay safe, what places to avoid and simply, how to be a good cop. His newest partner just graduated from the academy about three weeks prior. Being very green, days are extremely exhausting. Nonetheless, Raùl enjoys his job a lot.

He just brought him home after a very long, draining shift, and hes happy to spend an hour alone, to relax and to do paper work. The young one is learning this soon enough, and as long as nothing eventful happens, those reports are pretty easy to fill out.

Raùl is sitting inside the car in midst an empty parking lot a little out of town, lighting a cigarette. As he takes a deep breath, he leans back against the seat. With a huge exhale, he sighs and blows smoke out of his mouth.

He checks the clock. His shift is nearly over, time to head to the station. He turns the key, and the engine roars to life, but it dies soon after. Bewildered, he turns the key again, with the same result.

Sighing again, he thinks for a second. He cant afford that car to be broken. So much paperwork. Annoyed, he reaches for the key, but as he looks into the rear view mirror, he spots a dark figure sitting on his back seat.

"What the fuck? Who are you?" He grunts angrily, but as he blinks, that figure is gone. Raùl turns around to see where that man has gone, but there is no one in sight.

His heart is racing and his breath quickens rapidly. He feels his whole body shaking in fear. "What the fuck?" Raùl exhales, and the sound of his radio spooks him. He jumps, hearing the voice of his operator echoing through the car.

"Raùl. Can you hear me?" She says, and the cop takes a deep breath.

He turns back around and leans against the seat. "I can hear you." He turns on his microphone and holds back a nervous chuckle.

"Captain wants to talk to you, you may come in." She says calmly.

"On my way." He coughs, trying his best to not show his growing anxiety.

Raùl closes his eyes and runs a hand across his face and through his hair. 'Just my nerves' he thinks, but once he opens his eyes, however, the ghostly figure is hovering right in front of his face.

Letting out a guttural scream, he cant stop it from entering his body through his open mouth. Like sticky liquid it covers the inside of his mouth, his tongue and slides down his throat. Raùl gags, and tries to grab his attacker, but it doesnt work. He reaches for his gun, the radio, but then, his throat starts burning.

Its warm, goo-like, and more and more of it enters his mouth. In horror he watches the figure disappear inside him, deeper, until its gone.

His body reacts right away, getting harder than ever before. Its a extremely weird feeling. On the one hand its disgusting, the smell and texture of it all, but on the other hand, hes getting arroused.

Raùl blinks a few times and holds his throat, and stomach still feeling that sticky liquid running down inside him. He gags again and again, a defensive mechanism, but it doesnt work at all.

His entire body stiffens harshly, as all of his muscles bulge against his now tight uniform. "What is...." He growls deeply, but suddenly, his body starts twitching.

His entire being starts tingling, as warmth fills his entire chest. Subconciously, he starts stroking himself, feeling his skin heating up even through his clothes. His breath quickens again and he desperately tries to open up his vest, to make it easier for him to breathe.

After a few failed attempts, he opens the zipper and takes a huge deep breath in relief.

Just then, the warmth starts spreading through his arms right into his fingertips. The tingling gets even worse but he cant help himself but moan in blissful satisfaction.

Still stroking himself, he feels his skin move slightly, something or someone is adjusting to his bigger frame.

Its painful yet more waves of pleasure echo through every fiber of his body.

His upper body grows heavier and the warmth keeps spreading, now, through his waist into his thighs, further down, reaching his toes.

Raùl moans again as even his cock is tingling rhythmically. It grows larger, pressing against his pants. He never felt like that before, and nothing caused him to leak precum and stain his boxers that fast.

Unable to control himself he grabs his bulge firmly, moving his hand along his ever growing shaft.

"Soo good."

A voice enters his thoughts, causing Raùl to snap out of this state of pure pleasure for a moment.

"Who are you?" He opens his mouth, but hes just drooling. Instead, hes talking to that voice inside his head.

"Im the new owner of this beautiful body."

The voice says sassily.

"What? Who?"

Unable to form a coherent thought, Raùls mind starts spinning even faster.

Just then, his mind is flooded with so many different images, thoughts and feelings, which simply overwhelm him.

All of him tells him to give in. That its okay. So easy.

"Im merging with you, Raùl." The voice says. "Ive been looking for a host for months. And watching you with those rookies made my heart melt."

Raùl leans his head back, letting out a long guttural moan at the simple thought of his new partner.

His cock pulsates happily, staining his clothes even more.

"Im sorry. Couldnt help myself." The voice giggles.

"Please....dont."

Raùl cries out, the feeling of losing control getting worse and worse.

"I want you. I need you." The voice says. "And I always get what I want."

The pressure on his body gets nearly unbearable, and with a last effort, he tries to fight back, but the batlle is already lost.

Moaning, groaning and grunting deeply, Raùl shoots load after load into his pants. His body is giving in, and that voice is embracing this fully. The eyes turn glassy and unfocus before they roll back into his head. All of the muscles are testing the limits of the uniforms fabric and his voice breaks before it stops.

For a moment, all goes numb.

Then, 'Raùl' opens his eyes, and lets out a low groan.

With a smile, he looks at his reflection inside the rear view mirror, enjoying the sight of him.

"Very nice." He growls and inspects his face, running a hand through his nicely done hair and groomed beard.

'Raùl' then inspects the rest of his body. He enjoys how it feels to be a well trained cop. His muscles flex easily, and then, subconciously, he strokes his cock through a huge wet patch.

"Fucking good." He smirks, and raises his eyebrows. "The first time is always the best."

The strange mask that had come into his possession had changed his life forever. He didn’t even know which relative he’d inherited it from, only that it was delivered to him with little explanation.

His eyes were glued to the yellow-hued mask that he had just pulled off, enraptured by the way the light shone on it. It did feel good… It was a rush, really. But he knew that every time he put it on, he didn’t go as far as the time before that.

He certainly didn’t go as far as the first time he wore it. That was one heck of a night. When the cold material of the mask touched his face, he had felt something take hold of him. Something strong. Something demanding.

A dizziness had come over him, and within moments, he knew something was wrong, something was happening to him. His entire home, the place he’d lived in for years, the place he knew like the back of his hand, it felt foreign. Not like he couldn’t remember it, but more… More like he was seeing it in a mirror. Just a slight change of perspective that made the entire thing feel ‘new’.

When he saw himself in the bedroom mirror that first time, he was scared at first. What looked back at him, wearing the mask, wasn’t entirely him. For one, the sweater and jeans he’d been wearing were gone, replaced with nothing more than a tight, -very- tight pair of briefs. But his clothes magically dissolving was the least of his worries. He had figured out why everything looked so strange.

He was -growing-! Even as he looked at his reflection, he could see it slowly rising up, gradually gaining inch after inch of height. That was the first excitement he had felt. At 5'5", he’d always felt like the shorty, the small guy, the little imp. But right now… Well, he couldn’t really measure himself, he didn’t have any measuring tape on him or anything, but… He had to have passed 5'9" already, and he was still going!

A scarier change was probably the way his belly fat folded back, pulling back further and further until it spread out, melting away over… Were those abs? HIS abs!? He had abs now? He couldn’t believe it! He was growing muscular!

All at once, he had begun to take in the changes his body was going through, his hands fondling the slowly expanding mass of his pectorals, his once sunken chest now bulging outwards with thick new muscle. He caught sight of his flexing biceps in the reflection and moved into a double bicep pose, seeing the kind of peaks he had only been able to dream of for years!

And his legs! Those changes were probably the most profound, as the fat he had all turned to steel-hard muscle. His thighs expanded, thickened, powerful veins starting to run down their lengths as he flexed them. This body… It was incredible!

By the time he was done basking in his newfound narcissism, the reflection staring back at him was that of a model of masculine perfection. Even his face had shapen up, a strong jawline now dominating his visage with a neatly trimmed beard. He didn’t look like some pudgy kid anymore. He was a -man-!

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all…

Of course, at that point, -it- settled in. A hunger. A deep, powerful lust. He saw himself throb in the mirror. Those briefs couldn’t hope to hide it, not one bit! This wasn’t his normal six incher, this thing must’ve been twice that size at least!

He hissed as his strong hands pulled it out of its confinement. It was sensitive, extremely so. But it was also… strong-willed, if that term could be applied. It wanted something. And it would not stop until it was satisfied.

That first day, in front of the mirror, he had made love to himself for the first time. His new, beautiful physique twisted, turned, flexed and relaxed, putting on a show for his own lust-filled eyes. An instinct had awoken in him, his body moving in such a way that the light caught all his best assets in all the right ways…

It didn’t take long, that first time. A load much bigger than his own soon graced the mirror, and he didn’t get to think clearly until the mask left his face.

He had realised that this mask imbued him with an alter-ego, physically and mentally. An alter-ego that was sexually obsessed and had sculpted his body for that one singular purpose. But the most shocking difference between him and this alter-ego? Who it lusted for.

He was straight. The mask? There was no doubt in his mind. He could very clearly recall the lust with which he’d watched himself tease. The mask wanted men.

He had put the mask aside that day. Sleep hadn’t come easy.

The first time, he’d resisted the longest. It had been a week before he tried the mask on again, soon making love to himself in the mirror once more. But at that point, the mask wanted something more.

Something he’d foolishly give it. A nightclub. He went there with the mask, going into one of the bathroom stalls to put it on. When he stepped out into the public, near naked, powerfully aroused, with all eyes on him, he felt so alive…

It wasn’t long before his alter ego had received a spot on stage, every Friday night, showing himself off for the guests… And even taking some of them home afterwards.

Does losing your virginity count when it’s an alter ego fucking and getting fucked by other men?

It didn’t matter. The mask went on his face more and more often. He didn’t resist as often. He didn’t resist as strongly. He snuck it on for a quick masturbation session. After all, stroking yourself just feels better when you’re built like a fitness model with a twelve incher swinging between your legs!

But every time the mask came off, a little more of that alter ego lingered. It wasn’t until the family reunion, where everyone commented on how his body had improved, that he realised he was starting to look like his godly alternate version.

And it wasn’t until his cousin’s boyfriend was moaning out his name underneath him that he realised that he was starting to act like him too.

That was when he’d made the promise to quit.

That was three months ago.

Now, as his suit materialised back onto his body after pulling the mask off, he realised he had failed miserably at quitting. It was almost as if the mask was smiling at him, proud that it had transformed yet another victim.

No, he would quit. Starting now. No more masked-man. Besides, with how much of the alter ego lingered on him now, he didn’t need it anymore, right? He was hung, he was handsome, he was built! He could have any man he wanted!

Well….

Anyone except the masked man.

Maybe…

Maybe just one more time. A farewell tour at his usual nightclub. One more time being that himbo sex god.

Then he would quit! He promised himself!

Maybe deep down, he knew that that promise would be forgotten the moment he was grinding his thick glutes on the pole on stage.

It would take a few more years before the artefact moved on to the next ‘masked man’.

——————-

I opened the parcel and saw the mask for the first time. It was black, with a glossy surface and seemed sort of evil, that was the first thing that came to my mind. It had no mouth, with a straight surface going from the tip of the nose to the chin, two eye holes, and very angular features, with very pronounced brows and cheekbones.

But who had sent this to me? I had no idea. The parcel had my name and address on it so it wasn’t a mistake. I took the mask and the surface felt so weird, it was hard but had a sort of liquid feeling at the same time, it looks really glossy.

I felt curious, I walked in front of a mirror to see how it’d look on me and put it on without much thought. I instinctively thought I would have to hold it on my face with my hand since it had no strap but as soon as it touched my skin, it seemed attached to me, locked in place somehow.

Suddenly, I felt something odd. Was the mask moving? I instinctively tried to take it off but I could not get a hold of it, its surface felt slippery. I tried to find the edges of the mask but felt as if it were expanding, covering more and more of my head, spreading over my hair. This couldn’t be happening, it’s not possible. I redoubled my efforts, desperately tried to grasp the mask but its surface was smooth, so slippery, almost slimy but hard at the same time, that seemed impossible. I tried to find some tiny gap between my skin and the mask so I could take it off but it was impossible to find anything. I could see on the mirror that the black material was spreading over my ears and hair, wrapping my head and had already perfectly attached to my jaw, emphasising it somehow.

I stopped to think of anything else I could try and realised, it had stopped, or finished, it was covering my whole head now, sealing me inside. Now my head was black and shiny, no visible mouth or ears, but still capable of speaking and hearing. Seeing my reflection, I couldn’t help thinking I was hot, I seemed so aggressive and dangerous wearing this mask and I even began to feel really turned on by it. But I fought against such thoughts, this was not normal, I should be terrified, this thing was probably doing something to me.

“Don’t fight it. Now you belong to me.” I heard in my head and jumped totally scared. Who said that? It couldn’t be the mask! “Yes, I have chosen you and there’s nothing you can do. You put me on and now you’re mine, forever.”

I knew this was some kind of nightmare but at the same time there was something in me, some hidden part of me that liked it very much, that found it terribly arousing, that wanted this and more. Somehow, the mask knew it, knew that deep down I yearned for this, that the idea of being used, being transformed, reshaped into what a superior force wanted was a massive turn on for me.

“In time, we will merge into one single being, my slave, our wills will become one, we will bond. But, in order to be one, first you must be trained, transformed and reshaped into a worthy being.”

“No! No, no, no. This is not happening!”

“Oh, it is happening and you know you want it, don’t fool yourself. You will love this next part. Look at us.”

And Immediately I began to feel something strange. I looked into the mirror and saw the imposing black mask I was wearing, I couldn’t recognise myself, it was such an odd feeling. But something else was happening to my clothes, they began to dissolve! What was happening? I looked at my arms and legs and indeed indeed my clothes were disappearing. In a few moments I found myself totally naked, except for the black mask covering my head.

“You have a nice body. Tried to get big by going to the gym, didn’t you? But you have not reached your full potential because you were expecting me, you needed a Master to order your body to grow, to become a true beast that exudes sexual prowess.”

I could feel and see that I was getting hard just by hearing these things. My mind was getting clouded by an overwhelming wave of arousal when something began to happen to the mask. It looked as if it were dripping or partially melting, or it was as if some long tentacle had appeared below my chin and was stretching downwards. It fell on my hard cock, rapidly engulfing it. I tried to get it off but it was almost like liquid, impossible to grab.

“No, no, your package now belongs to me as well”, I heard the mask say while I felt the black substance wrap itself around my balls. It expanded across my waist and formed a jockstrap, tightly compressing my erection. I was surprised by how good it felt, my cock was really hard but trapped inside this black substance. “You will cum only when I allow you too. I want you to succumb to your sexual need, to your arousal, we will become pure sex incarnate.”

I look at myself in the mirror and found myself attractive, wearing a black mask and with an obscenely large bulge being contained by a surprisingly tight jockstrap. “We look good, don’t you think? But there’s way more we can do.” Suddenly my whole body began to feel weird.

First, my pecs began to grow, I could not believe it but I clearly felt it, they were swelling, becoming huge. I could actually feel the strength I was gaining and couldn’t help getting even more aroused. I look at the mirror and was utterly astonished, my goodness, my pecs were massive now. I began to flex when I felt my arms growing incredibly thick and muscular. Damn, this couldn’t be real. My legs became huge and my back surprisingly wide, even my glutes became bigger and rounder, perfect to attract other men. Now, I was looking at a perfect body, something I had always secretly dreamt of and fantasised about.

I had never been more aroused, it was impossible to resist so I tried to jack off through the black jockstrap that I was now wearing. “Yes, that’s it, let your need consume you, take over your mind. You need to surrender yourself completely, give in to you urges, succumb to sex and open your mind to me. Let me change you further, let me reshape you, bond with you completely.”

But there was some part of me that still resisted, that didn’t want to surrender completely to this alien thing. And yet, I felt the mask’s influence over my mind, becoming less repressed, losing my inhibitions, making me more willing to accept and seek my kinks and fetishes, making the sexual part of me more dominant. I began to imagine myself as this beast of pure sex, pure pleasure but some part of me still resisted. This wasn’t me and was not sure I wanted to become that.

“You know you want this, boy. You know you want to become one with me but we won’t be able to merge until you accept me completely. So, until then, you are mine. Your body and mind are mine and you will learn to love my control.”