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Jason:"Was it really necessary to turn me into your dick?"

Brad:"You wanted to save the money for the flight too. This way you're close to me and I won't forget you anywhere like last time"

Jason:"Gotta say that those 2 days with some random security guard wearing me weren't really comfortable. But you should have seen me as I transformed back into my own form, ripping his jeans. The way he looked at me, classic"

Brad:"I would pay anyone to see that"

Attention to all on the flight to Frankfurt. Boarding will begin in 15 minutes"

Brad:"Fuck. What are we gonna do in those 12 hours?"

Jason:"Oh I'm gonna give you a HARD time for sure"

Brad:"Dude, If you're gonna cum, I'm gonna turn you into something embarassing next time. Are you... Jason I gotta walk to the Gate. Why are you getting hard now?"

Jason:"Because I can't wait to tease you all flight to jerk me off!"

Brad:"That's it. You'll be a condom next time"

"Real men should be hairy," he said. He hauled off his shirt and pants. "Look at me! These are the genes you've got. The men in our family and sexy, furry beasts! Alphas!"

I nodded. "Sexy, yeah," I muttered. My eyes were on his jock. Uncle wasn't just hairy. He was filling out that pouch heavily. I couldn't hold a candle to him.

"Or maybe it's because your dad is a little bitch," he said. "You wanna be my little bitch?" Before I could answer, he gently slapped my face. The hit turned into a gentle thumb on my cheek. "Sweet boy. You look so cute like that." He hooked his thumbs into his jock and yanked it down. Immediately, my lips stretched around his fat cockhead. "I need to get some more of me in you. Then you can really be my boy."

I sucked on him for at least an hour. At some point we moved to the floor. He had his legs wrapped around me. Every now and then he would facefuck me. Sometimes he would pet me, sometimes he would choke me.

When he came, I swallowed it all.

He grabbed my face as I pulled off. "Now it's time to make you my boy." Without waiting, he yanked me down... directly into his flared cock. The walls pressed tight against the sides of my face, searing me with heat as they gulped me down. He tore my clothes off me and threw the scraps to the side. His warm hands calmed my panicked arms and his feet did the same to my legs.

"I'm making you mine," he said. "Gonna churn you down, add my seed to your core, then send you back out to be my good little slut forever."

By the time I was halfway down his cock, my sense came back to me. For a few seconds, I yelled and bucked. Uncle moaned. His cock loosened its grip only to swallow heavily like it was fucking itself with my body.

As you went for a swim at the pool you heard some noise from above you and a loud splash.

You managed to look up in the water at something large heading your way when a man landed into the pool and onto you ass first.

What you didn’t expect was the sheer force of him landing on you also accidentally pushed you into his ass where his ass unintentionally swallowed you up!

It all happened so fast that when the man finally came from out of the water, he stepped out to notice his stomach was obviously much bigger than when he first jumped in.

He scratched his face as he had no idea what had happened.

Heading out, Roman did his daily routes before heading out for the priority order. If he hurried, he’d be just in time to drop off the truck. That would put in a good word for him with the higher ups, he thought. He pulled into the driveway of a house sitting on the edge of a neighborhood, its size like a mansion compared to the others as giant doors rested upon the entrance. “This must be the place.” Roman pondered. Shimmying around the gnomes that guarded the porch as he climbed onto the staircase and toward the door.

He knocked on the door, silence filling the space before rumbling shook the ground. The door clicked open, a gust blowing into him as he reached a hand out to shake theirs. But a pair of giant feet arched over the frame. The records didn’t mention the client being a giant, were they outdated? He looked at the box and in hand, looking toward the giant as he moved further out from the house.

"Hello? Who's knocking?" The man said, scaling the porch.

"Down here!" Roman said. The man tilted down toward the mat, his small form presenting to him as he squatted down. “It’s a pleasure to meet YOU!”

the giant overstepped. their balls swinging overhead, the thin pubic hair grazing his chin before swaying back between his legs. He had to catch his breath, his front facing the ceiling as the man loomed overhead. "What are you doing here little guy?"

Roman lifted off the ground, remaining crouched as the sack continued to sway. "I..I’m here to deliver a package for Thorian." He stepped back and dusted his uniform off, holding the package into the air. "Here is your package, sir."

The man laughed. "Oh you’re the mailman, that figures. But, I think you have the wrong person, I’m not Thorian."

"Y-you're not?"

"Mhm, Im Darrel, Thorian’s my Boyfriend."

"Damn it I thought I had the right address." Roman groaned. Flipping through his notepad. “It says here that this place was the last he lived. His recent one is almost non-existent. Inside his boyfriend? Seriously? Gimme a break.” “Well you're at least half write on the address. Thorian does technically live here, though he’s more of a co-person in my body.”

“So you’re in on this joke too huh?” Roman groaned. “Fine, I'll bite. Where? Where in god's name would he go that he’d have to change his address to your body?”

Darrel smiled, a hand moving from his lap as he cupped his balls. Its rubbery skin glistened in between his fingers as strings of sweat soaked them. He got onto his knees, extending his waist to him as his left nut drooped along his fingertips. “He went in here.”

Roman eyed the bulging sack, his gaze shifting from its form towards his face. "Uh..I don't think you mean what I think you mean."

"Of course I do, he's here" Darrel isisted. His legs spread out more, the egg-shaped orbs nearly dropping over him as they dangled over roman like a chandelier. "Go on, give them a little knock."

The balls drooped toward him, its pungent smell was strong despite its glistening state. He extended a finger toward them, poking at his side as sloshed and retracted at his touch. He made a fist and loomed closer, tapping at the surface as the clammed skin warmed his knuckles. “Ugh, it feels like I’m touching a giant trash bag” Roman shriveled, wiping the sweat onto his pants.

"Go on, go a little harder."

Roman groaned, tapping at the surface again. This time, a pouch of flesh pushed into his palm. He toppled to the ground, eying the wobbling bulge as it stirred from the right testicle. A human silhouette formed as the skin wrapped around it.

"What? Who is it?" Thorian called.

"It's the mailman you goofball." Darrel said. “He’s got your package.”

Roman was confused, barely able to muster words as he eyed the giant, and the human outline from the testicle containing Thorian.

"My package? Oh! That was today! I was wondering when that would arrive. Bring it on in!"

"Alright." Darrel said. He reached down to pinch the small package between his fingers. As his fingers clicked together, Roman moved backwards, holding the box behind him.

"H-hold it! The package is supposed to be delivered to the client. I can't just hand it to someone else. Giant boyfriend or not!"

"Well then you'll just have to bring it to me yourself." Thorian said. "Darrel."

The giant smiled as he pinched at the back of Roman’s shirt. He Didn't have time to react when he was lifted off the ground, the large digits curling around his body.

"H-hey! What are you.." Roman looked forward as the giant cock hovered in front of him. The giant fingers moved like parts on a machine, moving to either side of the cock cock as it massaged the foreskin off the smooth, pink head. Arching inward, the fingertips pushed into the corners of the cockhead, the slit squelching open as cum strings parted from lips.

"Hold still for a moment, I'll have you down there in a gif." Darrel said.

"There's no way I'm going-!"

Slrch! His words muffled as the giant thumb pinned his head inside, Darrel moaning as more of his body slipped inside. The slit opened like a snake's mouth, his shoulders slipping inside as the orifice gummed at his torso. He flailed his legs to get himself out, but a finger touched at the bottom of his feet, Pushing the rest past the slit as ir greedily closed shut. The warmth of Darrel's urethra surrounded Roman, a steady heartbeat booming through his ears while globs of cum wiped from the walls and onto his face.

"You're a tighter fit than Thorian, but I'll get ya down." Darrel's voice muffled.

The side of the wall indented into roman's side, steamrolling over his body as he pushed through the parting flesh. "Stop that!" Roman barked. Smothered by the folds of the tube.

"Almost there, almost there."

The strokes continued to push at Roman. Carrying him through the thick tube as he squeezed into the base. He entered into a narrow tube, his body vacuuming together as he was pulled on all sides before he slipped into a sphincter below. Seconds went by as he traversed through the narrow tube, squeezed through a chamber as he was dropped into a puddle of seed. It was sticky, the substance climbing to his chest as they slowed his body like tar,

"There we go, I told you it would be quick." Darrel said. His voice now further away.

"I didn't say shove me in your cock!"

The walls shook. Seed splashing in waves as Roman raised the package over his head. "Hey, you gotta deliver it somehow.’ Darrel said. “The sooner you deliver it, the quicker i can get you out."

Roman growled upon the statement, but he couldn't agree more. He was already late to taking the truck back, and didn’t have anymore time to waste. "Fine. Thorian, I'm inside your boyfriend's..shutters sack. Where are you?"

"Here I am!" His voice came to the right of him. But he couldn't see inside the dark of the chamber.

Roman fetched the light on his pad, shining it in front of him. It was flesh, just flesh that shined its glow back at him. "Where? All I see is flesh."

"Ooh, I think you might be in his left testicle."

"His what?!"

Oh is that what that was?" Darrel muffled outside. The walls shook as the chamber became active, bouncing waves of cum toppled over Roman. "I was wondering why it felt heavier."

"Get me out of this thing!" Roman yelled.

"It's not that easy." Thorian chimed in. "Darrel’s body isn't exactly easy to get out of."

"Yup, the body's got a mind of its own."

Roman splashed around the walls, patting for the valve that pushed him inside. But he grabbed nothing but soaken portions of flesh, regrettably shaking his hands as the puddle of cum filled higher. He looked at the box that now spun in the puddle. Groaning as he picked it up and pushed it into the ceiling.

A squelch rang above, the box sinking into the flesh like quicksand. "There you are."

He shoved the box harder, making its form bounce as it sunk into the doughy flesh. All the while, Darrel moaned upon the feeling, the sack bouncing as cum stirred once more. But Roman ignored it, he was going to get this package delivered, his promotion depended on it. He squeezed harder, adding his head into the mix as he thrusted forward.

The box shot into the sphincter, clasping over his hands and face. "Get it…off!" He muffled. Stirring between the ring as the box climbed. When the ring squeezed, he catapulted back into the chamber, splashing against the walls as he looked at his pad.

"Delivered" it read on the screen.

"Here's your package Thorian." Darrel said, the wall next to Roman bouncing before sloshing rang on the other side.

"Finally! I've been waiting for this thing all day!" He cheered.

Steps rang from outside. The sack swaying as Roman tossed from one wall to the other. "Hey! What about me? I still need to bring back the truck!"

"Don't worry, you'll get it. But first I need to wank you out. My body won't let you out otherwise."

"Wank off?! I'm not enduring that."

"Afraid you have no choice. Either I wank, or you sank."

Roman grunted, looking at the white puddle surrounding him. It climbed higher, touching his armpits as the walls hugged close. "Fine!" He winced. "But hurry up!"

After being wanked out by Darrel, Roman returned to base to drop off his Truck, before heading to take a nice long shower. He could still smell the salt from the cum on his clothes, throwing them in the washer before he laid down. He hoped he'd never see those two for a while, at least a month or longer.

The next day, he went on his delivery runs. Dropping off packages for the daily clients as he made his way down the street.

"Okay, the Davidson's have gotten their package, as did the Pistons. All that's left is.." He fished through his storage, ushering away the small wrappers scattered around the corners. A small box laid below them, a name bolded along the line. "Dare I know what the name on the box is?" He flipped over the box to the name placed on the information, Thorian's name. He groaned to himself, palming his face as he tossed the box back into the storage. "Of course.."

He took his truck over to the house, stepping out as he made his way to the entrance. He glared at the stairs, not able to even look at them without groaning as he climbed up and knocked on the door. The steps from before returned, the door swinging open as Darrel stood in the frame. But this time, he was wearing shorts, but he seemed thicker in his abdominal region.

"Ayy, mailman! Fancy meeting you again."

"Regrettably.." He muttered. "I have another package for Thorian. Is he 'outside' of you this time?"

"Unfortunately no, me and him had a little bit of fun while making some grub. Had a little bit too much to drink and well, he ended up back in."

Roman palmed his face, approaching Darrel's legs. "Can’t say i’m surprised. Alright, squat down so I can get this ball trip over with" he approached between his legs, awaiting for him to kneel down as he tugged at his laces. But the giant only stood, hands on his waist as he observed him. “What’s the hold up?

Darrel only chuckled. "You’re quick and to the point I see, but I’m afraid you’re heading in the wrong direction. Thorian's not in my balls anymore."

"What? Then where is he?"

Darrel bent down to pick up Roman, keeping his legs bent as he sat on his heels. He patted against his belly, the pudgy muscle sending ripples to the parts of his torso before it jiggled to a halt. "He wanted to explore more of my body, so he went into my stomach."

"You ate him! Have you gone mad!"

"Hah, you would think. He really tasted pretty good when I think about it, he even massaged me when my tummy ached. His soft limbs brushing inside me really gets the energy flowing."

Roman watched as finger plucked at his shirt once more, the cavernous maw opening to him. His breath reeked of nachos, peppers caught between his teeth while some stacked beneath his tongue. Looming closer, Roman held his palm along his front teeth, their white dentures dampening his palm in spit as he struggled to hold them up.

The jaw halted as they clenched and unclenched, the spongy tongue extending from its resting place as it prodded at his body. "Was wron litta ga?"

"If you think I'm going in there, you got another thing coming. Your balls are one thing, but I’m not setting foot in your stomach!"

Darrel licked at Roman’s front, pulling him out to speak. "Aw c'mon don't be like, It was really nice to have ya in there." He groped at his crotch. "Hot too."

Roman flustered, shaking his head at the statement. "T-that doesn't mean anything, I'm not going in there."

Darrel only sighed. "Alright, I completely under-"

He paused as he chucked Roman into mouth, flattening his tongue as his gullet gaped open. Roman shouted at Darrel, clinging to the back of the tongue as it raised behind him, and sealed the entrance to the giant esophagus. The inside was darker than it was in his balls, groans echoing around all sides as the muscular walls gilded him down. Gulp after gulp, flesh escorted him to the stomach, a tight ring flex eagerly below.

Pushed inside, he splashed into the chamber. Mush filled the entire chamber, the walls rhythmically pushing close before they expanded. He flailed around, slipping in and out the contents as he fanned for a spot to pull him up. "Ah! This is it! I'm gonna drown!"

A second splash lingered to the side of him, a palm reaching for his hand. "You're not gonna drown." a voice followed. Roman looked up to the see half naked boyfriend, covered in the brown mush from head to toe. "You just need to use your legs."

Roman paused for a moment, tapping his feet against the bottom of the stomach. He tapped his legs at the soupy mess, a spongy platform pressing against it as he stood up and brushed off the soggy chips on his body. "I just cleaned this thing!"

"Sorry, Darrel likes to force things sometimes. It can't be helped, I'm afraid." Thorian said. "Anyway, I see you got my package."

Roman looked to the box that rested in his palms. "Y-yeah." He managed to say, handing Thorian the box.

"Glad we could meet face to face this time. You look hotter in person."

"Why do you guys keep saying that?"

The stomach compressed into the two of them, the wall behind Roman bumping toward Thorian as a tide of chewed food spilled over them. "It's awfully quiet in there, you guys alright?"

"We're good" Thorian responded, cushioned against a fold in the fleshy wall. Roman emerged as he flailed his arms to shake off the pile on his back, flicking at his shirt before he glared at Thorian.

"I think that's it's time to get out of here." he scorned.

"Sure thing." Thorian obliged. He stood up from the fold before ushering Roman to the side. "It was getting a little bit bubbly, so I'd say we'd best take our leave before Darrel digests us." He moved through the sludge and to the middle of the stomach, stomping his feet into the mushin a circle.

"Can't we just tell him to cough us up."

"That's way too boring, it's much more fun if we take the scenic route." Thorian said.

Roman eyed the little guy as he continued to stomp his feet, The bubbles getting higher as the walls closed in. But when a loud squelch rang from below, he looked to Thorian as he bent down. "What do you think we're going to get out? swim?" Roman snarked.

"That’s exactly what we’re doing." Thorian replied, dipping beneath the contents as bubbles blew where he stood.

"I was just kidding!" Roman shouted, plowing to the center as he dug around the pile to fetch Thorian. He reached toward the bottom and grabbed what felt like a foot, the little toes wrapped around flesh as a clenched slipped them past. He can't be serious about this, swimming their way out? It was already dark as it is.

He looked to the surrounding walls, fluid secreting from them as they bubbled with the rest of the food. The walls edged closer as the pile climbed up his legs, it was now or never. He winced at his options, before digging his palms to the sphincter below. If he makes it out of this, he's gonna ask for a raise.

He cleared a pile for himself before he plunged inside. It was tight fit, the sphincter refusing to budge as it tempted to keep Roman inside. but his strength overwhelmed it, Roman thrashing his body as he wormed through the tight opening. His face pushed through chyme that got caught in the middle of the orifice, soaking to the rest of his body as it pulsed around him. But the ring eventually opened, depositing Roman to the other side, it was drier than what it was inside the stomach, The walls moving in waves as they carried him down the thin tube.

"There you are" Thorian said further ahead, his upper torso turning past the corner of the tube. "Was thinking you got stuck for a moment."

"Like I'd want that, I'm trying to get out remember?" Roman remarked. "So now what do we do?"

"Now we ride, it'll take a while before we arrive at Darrel ass."

"This day just keeps getting worse." Roman groaned. "I can't just sit here and wait."

"Trust me, you'll love it. it's like getting massaged as you wait for your destination." Thorian said. He thrashed around and rubbed into the walls, the tube flexing as Darrel's moans ringed through his body like a whale's song. "Just follow my lead, and we'll get there before the days done."

He wiggled more as he disappeared past the corner, Roman shaking his head as he glared at the walls. He can't believe he was about to do this, but it was better than sitting there. He thrashed around as well, the slick walls gliding at his shoulders as he shimmied his way through the intestine. The walls squeezed as they turned him around the corner, allowing him to follow behind as Thorian’s toes slipped past the other corner. At this rate, the little will gets out minutes before he does. Roman tries thrashing faster, but the walls tightened and subdued his moments, pounds beating on the other side as Darrel huffed and moaned. He’s having another jack off session, getting out will take a lot longer than he thought.

2 hours went by since Roman and Thorian traveled through Darrel's intestines, pushed through twist and turns as flesh and fluid smothered around them. But nothing matched the sensation when the two of them got to the end of Darrel's smaller intestine. Pushed into his rectum before muscles compact and guided through the giant’s rear end..

Darrel made his way into the bathroom, scooting over a towel beneath him as he squatted down. Minutes go by as he awaited for the two of them to arrive, watching videos to pass the time as he adjusted his position. Another minute later, movement stirred inside his rectum, his pucker quivering as two objects wiggled their way out.

"Looks like they've arrived." Darrel said, widening his stance before he grabbed a handful of his ass cheeks.

His body tensed as the first object pushed against the orifice, opening slowly as Thorian exited from within its grasp. The ring clenched at his legs, letting him go as he dropped onto the towel. "What a rush." He huffed.

"Enjoyed the ride as always ay, Thorian. Where's the mailman?"

"He should be right behind me."

His waist groaned as the second object pushed against the orifice. The pucker struggled to push it out, a solid surface with hair sticking out from the small gap between the puffed lips, before it contracted. It shrank smaller as it tempted to close, but fingers pushed through the hole, grunts following as Roman’s face pushed through the opening.

"There he is." Thorian said.

"Why's this thing so tight!" Roman shouted. He wrestled with the ring, stretching it with his palms as far as he could. But it shrank quicker than he could push, wrapping around his neck as it suckled around his body.

"Well you're not gonna get out that way. You have to ease your way out." Darrel said.

"Just think of it like your a thing of toothpaste. Let yourself flow out the nozzle." Thorian chimed in.

Roman looked at the two, then at the hole. It was irritating enough that he endured the man's entire body, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. taking a breath before he eased his shoulders. The bowels moved in a rhythmic pace, expanding and squeezing at his body like a machine. The ring gummed at his shoulders, but loosened up as an inch of his body moved out. His shoulders reaching to his elbows, and from his elbows to his waist. With a clench, he was squeezed as he was dropped onto the towel. Gazing at the gaping hole above as it shrank in place.

"See? I told ya, like toothpaste." Thorian smiles.

Roman groaned, before looking to the corner of the towel. "Yeah, yeah."

"That was some excellent fun you two" Darrel chimed in, fingers pinching at the two of them as they were brought to his face. "Let's say we hit the showers. We can have some more fun there."

"N-no that won't be necessary." Roman said. His face flustering from.the offer. "I have to get back to my truck. It's already past time for my shift."

"Aww, don't leave just yet." Thorian whined.

A thumb pressed at Thorian’s head, rubbing into his hair softly. "Now Thorian, we must respect Roman 's wishes." Darrel said.

"Ah fine, more for me then."

He nodded before he looked at Roman, reaching a thumb to press at his head. "Thank you for delivering our packages." He said. Handing Roman a tissue before he made his way to the front door.

"You're welcome." Roman said lightly. He took the tissue as he wiped himself down, the palm lowering him to the floor as Darrel opened the front.

"I'll be sure to put a good word in with your company."

"Much appreciated." Roman nodded. He waved to the two.before heading back to his truck, heading off as he made his way further down the street. That order wasn't too bad, he supposed. He managed to get the boxes delivered, and he even got praise from the client. Things were looking brighter than he'd hoped.

A day after his last shift, he made his daily runs in his promoted vehicle. Conditioner blowing from the vent as the doors slid open. "Oh this is better than my old hunk of junk. I think I'm starting to like this new route. Don’t know why the other guy left it, it seems pretty easy."

He flipped through the papers and looked to the next client. "Let's see next up we have..blank? That's a weird one? But I suppose it's a typo." He said. He got out of the truck and toward the house listed on the address. Moving onto the ramp on the side before he opened the panel door. Knocking, he waited for the owner to open it, a broad man stepping out. "Hello?"

"The hell is this?" the man snapped.

"I'm the mailman for this district. I'm here to deliver your package?"

"The mailman huh?" The man said. The man's posture changed, a wide smile drawing across his face. "Ooh so you're the one I've been hearing about. Lucky me.."

He undid front of his pants, flipping out his cock as its flaccid form bounced to the surface. The sack was bulkier than the rest of its form, but he noticed something odd about the left nut. Little handprints stretching its side, before a face stuck out. "The last one was starting to get boring. I wonder what you can do."

I find this so hot 🥵 his naked top half, his big, beefy ass, the fact he is wearing sweat pants (a favourite of mine), and the fact he is playing video games, all adds up to being a cum inducing video.

*BWAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRP!* Manny belched pleasurably, sighing and rubbing his swollen belly as his date squirmed desperately against the tight compressing squeeze of his abs. He licked his lips as he settled back in his chair.

He patted his stomach thoughtfully while he waited for the check to arrive. At least the date hadn’t been a total waste. The boy hadn’t done anything wrong, honestly, he was really cute and funny and seemed like a decent enough sort. But still, at 24 and with his date at 19, Manny could tell that they were just in different phases of life and would struggle to relate beyond superficial things. So better to cut things off now.

-Ethan x Reader-

!!CW: This one gets kinda dirty!! — Belly Worship (Playing, Rubbing, Kissing, Licking), Navel Worship (Fingering, Kissing, Kissing, etc.), Bloating, Bodily Gasses, Smells/Odors, Exhibition/Public Favor(s), Allusion to Mpreg/Pregnancy

Synopsis: You’re at the gym with Ethan, having just finished working your body out, for the first time in years. You’re ready to go home — eager to walk out of the glass-paneled doorway, with your legs and arms still intact — but Ethan insists on staying on the machines a little while longer. Somehow, Ethan ends up fucking himself up during his extended workout… and he’s left with a huge water-belly, to show for his mistake. He’s in need of relief and satisfaction — NOW — and you’re forced to take the extra time, to help him find some relief. Public favors aren’t really your thing… but for Ethan, you’d do anything in front of a crowd — no matter how many eyes may be on you.

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Wattpad Link — “Celebrity Worship Fics” Series

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Your grueling, hour-long workout with Ethan is finally over, and you're feeling completely wrecked. Having just gone through the most physical activity you've had to do since 10th grade P.E. — about 50 push-ups, 20 pull-ups, and about a dozen sit-ups — your body is screaming at you, begging you to take a breather. You haven't worked out in years, not even done so much as gone for a brief jog, and yet, after watching Ethan breeze through his strenuous routine as if it were nothing, you can't help but to feel inadequate in comparison to him — without a single valid excuse as to why you're so out of shape. You just want to curl up into a big ball and nod off to sleep — like the embarrassed, lazy sack of shit that you are — but much to your chagrin, Ethan insists on suffering through another thirty minutes of physical activity, and you've got no choice but to stay by his side.

"C'mon, man," He pleads, looking on from his treadmill as you begin to pack up your tattered gym bag, "I just got into my flow! I know we only agreed to be here for an hour, but can we stay for a couple more minutes? Thirty at most! I swear we won't be much longer!"

"No, Ethan," you answer him, "I'm sweaty, I'm gross, and I'm fucking tired. I just wanna go home and sleep right now, okay. You can come back here once you drop me off at your place." With the old wash rag you borrowed from his bathroom, you wipe your forehead dry, and toss your bag over your shoulder. "C'mon, E. Let's go!"

"You don't have to do anything else if you stay," he whines, "Promise. You can chill while I finish up. Just sit down and watch me run for a while... just to cool off... then we can go, I swear."

Although every bit of your being is begging you to walk away from him, you angrily take a seat on the cold linoleum floor, and watch impatiently as he continues to run on the machine. "Okay, whatever," you grumble, doing your best to keep your composure as your spirit boils over with rage, "We can stay... but, for the record, I'm only here because I don't feel like walking back to the house. My legs are burning."

As you watch him workout, something about the way he jogs captivates you. Maybe it's his chest, how it moves as he takes each stride — up and down as if his pecs are filled with a semi-solid gelatin — or his butt, and how it stays perfectly firm with each impact his feet make on the running belt... whatever it may be, it keeps you somewhat entertained as you wait for him to wrap up, and calms you down with a steady ease. In your muscle-induced trance, you stare at Ethan's beefy hands as he yanks his water bottle out of the cupholder on the arm of the machine, slugs it down, and puts the bottle back in its place. "Alright," he sighs, stepping off from the treadmill, "Thats enough of that. I think I'm gonna call it quits early. I'm not feeling too well, all of a sudden."

His muscles no longer bouncing before your eyes, you find yourself free from his sweaty entrancement and eager to finally get home, to get the rest you need... but as Ethan makes his way over to his bag, you notice that something about him is... off. He looks ill — sickly, and almost green in the face — and he walks with a bit of a hunch. "What's up with you," you ask, "Push yourself too hard? D'you pull a muscle in your back, or something?"

With his workout bag hanging from his palm, he waddles over to you, struggling to stand up straight. "Nah. I think I just drank too much water a second ago. Shouldn't have gulped down that much as quickly as I did. I'll be fine, I just need to burp or something."

Concerned, you stand up from the floor and offer him your shoulder for support. He's heavier on your arm than usual, and his armpits smell completely rancid — but none of that matters to you... you'll suffer the smell of his b.o. for a few minutes if it means that you finally get to leave the gym. "H—How's this," you ask, "You comfortable? I don't wanna cause you any more pain than you're already in, E. I heard that your stomach could pop if you drink a ton... Grayson told me that once. Let me know if it gets to be too much for you. I can drive you home if you need."

"Too much for me?" He scoffs, suddenly letting his fragile ego get the best of him. "Fuck that! I'm not the one who almost passed out after one measly hour of cardio, dude... I think I can deal with a little bit of pain! You know better than to listen to Gray! He's got no idea what he's talking about." His damaged pride providing him a second wind, Ethan yanks his arm off of you with all the strength he can muster, and starts hobbling toward the locker room on his own. "I'm going to get the rest of my stuff," he calls out, panting like a sick dog, "I'll be right back."

His sudden outburst catches you off guard... it wasn't at all the reaction you were expecting when you offered him your help. He's always had a bit of an ego problem, but you wouldn't have ever guessed it would get the better of him at a time like this, when he's so obviously suffering. You know how it fills to be full of water — to be burdened with that sloshy, bloated feeling... like you could vomit at any moment — it's not pleasant. He needs your support right now... far more than he may think he does.

With not a single idea of what else to do in your mind, you run into the locker room after him... only to find him leaned helplessly against his locker, holding onto his stomach for dear life, and fighting to calm his heavily labored breath. "Oh my god," you shout, running to his side, "I thought you said you could deal with the pain, E! What the fuck! Are you okay?"

Awaiting an answer, you throw his arm across your shoulders once again, and prop him up on his own two feet. The sour smell of manly b.o. seizes your nostrils almost instantaneously — wafting from his hairy, sweat-soaked armpits — overwhelming you with its stench. Its almost as if the muggy atmosphere in the locker-room air has amplified its might somehow — provided it with just the right amount of humidity, and mixed it with the stench of a dozen other men — making it almost unbearable to inhale. Despite the strength of his body odor, you do your best to ignore it... holding your breath like you're under water. "Fuck," you mumble to yourself, "You smell like shit."

Ethan's stomach gurgles with an incredible tremor — sounding as though it's about to explode — and drops inside him as soon as he stands upright... and then, to the surprise of you both, he lets out the biggest burp you've ever heard in your life. It's a deep, eruptive force of wind, like you've never heard before... not from him, at least.

"BRUUUUHTT! Mmm-hmm... I'm fine," he answers, pushing you down onto an empty bench, "See? It was just a little... URRRP... gas, just like I said." With the stench of his body — drenched in sour sweat — ripe in the air, and his belch swirling around your face, you feel like you could pass out. You've dealt with dozens of ungodly odors before, that have all come out of him, but this one definitely ranks high on the list of his worst... it's absolutely sickening.

"What the fuck," you yell, "Why'd you-... woah, Ethan! Have you seen your stomach? It's huge! No wonder you feel so awful! Just look at you!" Staring up from your seat on the bench, you come face to face with his hugely distended gut — gawking right at it. He looks as though he's got a big balloon sat inside him... over-inflated, and tight... quite the opposite of his usual, defined abs. He doesn't say a single word in response — instead, turning to his locker, and digging around for something inside the messy compartment. He smells so bad with his back to you... even worse than he did just a few seconds ago. It seems that his foul musk just keeps growing stronger in the stuffy locker room air — and with the thick, sappy sweat running down from his shoulders, collecting at the small of his back, and pooling up in his ass crack, you're down wind for some foul stuff.

"Here it is." He grunts, yanking a plain gray T-shirt out from his overcrowded storage space — his stinking ass jiggling around in your face. "I thought I took it home with me yesterday, but it's still here. We can leave once I put it on." He turns back toward you, trying his hardest to pull it down over his water-belly — but no matter how hard he tugs at the cloth, it just won't go. "Shit! C'mon. No way, it doesn't fit."

"What do you mean, it doesn't fit? You literally wore that shirt yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, and it fit me just fine. What the fuck!"

Rising up from your seat, you take hold of either side of the end of his T-shirt, and start yanking at it as hard as you can... but even with all your might, you're unable to pull it down over his gut. "This isn't gonna work," you tell him, running your hand along his sweat-covered belly, "Just wear the shirt you came here in, it's pretty loose, right? It should cover you fine."

The surface of his belly is super taut underneath your hand... and yet, it's somewhat doughy to the touch. You can feel every ounce of liquid that he guzzled down — all sloshing around inside him, just below his thick skin — like his gut has become a big water balloon, with a thick rubber lining.

"Yeah," he reluctantly answers you — easing up to your gentle hand, "It should fit me. Fuck! I really shouldn't have drank so much after the treadmill... that was such a stupid thing to do. I feel like I'm fucking pregnant... with a fucking water baby!"

"Yeah, you are," you laugh, sitting back down, "I'd say at least seven months... with twins!" Your butt rested on the bench, you give his belly a couple of love taps — slapping it with your open hands, and socking it with a tight fist — and plant a friendly kiss just above his belly button. "Doesn't look bad on you, ya know. You carry them well."

As if it were on queue — like he knew exactly how to ruin the moment — Ethan rests a single hand on his stomach, and rips out a nasty fart. "Oops," he chuckles, "My bad. Ya know, I just finished running, so... that's probably gonna happen a lot. You know how it is." He smells like shit... like he's had an accident in the back of his shorts... a stench that could burn the hairs out of anyone's nose. Notes of decaying cabbage and old meat substitute products invade the air around you... creating a low-flying cloud of vegan fetor. You've encountered many a nasty fart from him over the years... but just like the stink of his b.o., this time is like nothing you've ever smelled before.

"Don't explain, man... it's fine, E... it's fine." You reply, trying not to breathe. "Just... do whatever you have to do to feel better. Want me to rub your tummy for you? I don't know if it'll help... but it—" You can't even finish asking your question before Ethan forces his stomach against your head — plunging your face nose-first into his shallow, foul-smelling belly button.

"Yeah, sure." He interrupts you, chuckling still. "That definitely helps." You can hear his bellowing laughter rumbling within the pit of his gut... it's like there's a big, booming drum, sat deep inside him.

He runs his hand along the back of your head, then grabs at the nape of your neck, and pulls it away from his body — yanking you out from the rotten hole. "What the fuck, Ethan!" You gasp — free to take in a full breath. "You fucking stink! Don't do that!"

"Okay... okay! It was just a joke... it's not that serious." He mutters, pushing himself hard against your face, yet again — this time, just to spite you. "Besides, there's no way I could possibly smell worse than you... as out of shape as you are. Look at you... MMMPH... drenched in sweat, like a big fatass. I bet you couldn't jog from here, to the front entrance, and back, without getting winded. What's a little stink gonna do?"

Your nostrils still lodged within the reeking depths of his navel, you take a big sniff, and free yourself once more. "You calling me a fatass, Ethan?" You squawk. "Seems like the pot calling the kettle black, don't you think? I bet I could do laps around this place... if I really wanted to... but... I don't. And anyway, you look like you're carrying twin water-babies right now. You're the fattest son of a bitch here! And, like I said, you stink. You need to clean your fucking belly button! It smells like shit! I feel like I've been pushed nose-deep into a dumpster. The only reason I'm still touching this thing is because you're so weak... and — me being a good person and all — I can't be rude to someone who's so clearly pregnant." Resting your chin against his belly, you give it a playful nibble, and begin to rub on it again — having said your piece.

"Alright... touché. Well, uh... since you're such an upstanding person, who's good to folks in my, uh... situation... why don't you help me feel a little better? Huh? I'm so weak, and so stinky, and so... pregnant, right? I'm in need of some care."

"Fine." You snicker, your mouth pressed softly to his skin. "Just as soon as we get back to your place, I'll help you pass this bloating. I'll do anything, E. Shit, I'll wait on you hand and foot if that's what you want. Now, get your stuff together, and let's go. My legs are killing me... I don't think I'll be able to walk by the end of the day."

"I'm good." He replies, watching lazily as you continue to rub his stomach. "As great as that sounds... you waiting on me, and all... I don't think I can move right now. I feel so heavy, ya know... like I got a tub of water inside me. And even if I could move... I'm not gonna head back out there looking like this. If you're going to help me feel better, you gotta do it here. How about giving the babies a few kisses? I don't know about them, but that'd make me feel a lot better."

His eyes heavy, Ethan shoots you a wicked grin... waiting patiently for you to follow his orders. It's almost as if he's got something else in mind... and alternative goal, that he won't divulge on just yet. You've always known him to be an unserious, jokey guy... but now — for the first time in years — it seems like he's trying to cross a line with you... wavering between his odd sense of humor, and a subtle perversion. It's just like that old saying goes — give a man an inch; he'll try to go the full mile... and Ethan's a real limit pusher. "You did say that you'd do anything, right? Go ahead, kiss 'em. Help their daddy out."

"What?" You question him, surveying the room with shifting eyes — in search of any unlucky bystanders. "That's... that's sick, Ethan! What's wrong with you?" Seeing that the washing-up area is full of showering men, you lower your voice to a near-whisper, and lean in closer to his body — doing your best not to be heard by anyone. "There are people in here, and cameras all over the place. Someone could see us! Let's just go back to your house! Please? I swear, I'll do whatever you want."

"So what?" He grunts, his naughty smile twisting into a stern grimace. "A few wandering eyes never hurt anyone before. We're in a men's locker room, dude... I promise you, worse shit has happened in here. Last week, I fully saw a guy getting his dick sucked over by the trash can. Don't worry." As if to add a final punctuation to his uncaring dismissal of your wariness, he rips out another long, foul fart — shaking the room like an earthquake as the wind escapes his bowels. It's clear from the smell alone that he's still feeling ill... despite his crooked expression — the sickly odor is more than enough to nullify his unworried front. "Nobody's gonna care if they catch us. Just... c'mon!"

Growing agitated, Ethan reaches for one of your hands — grabbing it with a startling force — and buries your pointer finger deep within the putrid shallows of his belly button. "Go ahead," he commands you, "Move it around. Make good on your promise... right here." With a slow, heavy hand, he begins to wriggle the digit around — running it along every ridge and bump that his navel has to bare. He's silent for a brief while... enjoying every moment of your firm touch... then — suddenly — he lets go of your hand, leaving you to explore the shallow hole on your own. "See? It's not so hard, is it? Go on."

The sweaty, shallowed hole clicking and squelching against the tip of your still finger, his thick sweat quickly encases it with a slimy, putrid film. It's an odd sensation... the consistency of the viscous fluid, as it drips from your fingertip... and yet, it's warmth comforts you as it leaks from his feverishly hot flesh.

"No. No, it's not." You mutter to yourself, giving in to his incessant coercion — your gaze being met with his, in an awkward stare-down. "I guess I could... help you out. You... and the babies."

Reluctant, you slowly begin to pleasure him, by your own, nervous volition — fingering his belly button with a steady motion. Though you're still a bit uncomfortable with the idea of performing such an act in a public space, you somewhat enjoy having his eyes on you as you play around inside of his umbilical hole — seeing the fiery lust in his stare, and his bottom lip folding under his teeth. The mere sight of his pleasure is all it takes to change your mind... to convince you that what you're doing is fine, and that Ethan was right; nobody will care if they see you. Compared to what he saw last week what you're doing is tame... far less indecent. You'd let him watch you like this all day if you could — gawk at you, with those sultry eyes of his — though, in a perfect world, you'd be performing other, dirtier favors for him.

"Mmm... that's good," he moans, pushing out another huge fart, "Sorry." He knows exactly what he's doing — violating your nostrils with such a rancid odor... getting his rocks off, as you satisfy his perverted desire — and, although his airy transgression is inexcusable, you can't help but to revel in it... to keep exploring, eagerly, as you inhale the great stench of his nasty 'mistake.'

"Wow," you gasp, "You smell awful, E! That's foul! And I think... I think I'm starting to like it. The way you stink... your strong body. Look at your pecs and your stomach, they're perfectly round! Mmm... and they smell bad too... manly, like your sweat."

"Oh yeah. I'm so gross and gassy after my workout. Hey... if you like my pecs so much, how bout you... give 'em a suck. Help me out, here."

Without hesitation, you sit up straight on the bench and begin to tease his nipple with your tongue — licking on it, until you feel comfortable enough to take it between your lips. Flowing out of him like breast milk, your mouth fills up with sweat... the salty, bittersweet juice. "You taste so good, Ethan. My mouth is already so full of you."

"Is it, now?"

"Yeah. Full of your delicious sweat... no... your milk. Is this what you'll feed your babies with? Have I had the first taste?" You begin to trace your tongue in a triangular pattern, all around his body — beginning with both of his nipples, and going down to his belly button — coating all three areas in your spit. "It's liquid gold."

Ethan shivers, and places his hand on either side of his gut — rubbing it as he moans, "Yeah, you are. My milk is all yours. Keep going... just like that." His deep voice slowly turns into a series of aggressive grunts, and his body loses control, letting go of more wind. He's so sexy to you — all big and gassy... his belly sloshing around as he plays along with your pregnancy talk — but as much as you want to take things further — pull down his pants and go to town right in the middle of the locker room, until he gives a long, airy birth to the twins — you simply can't work up the nerve to do so... not here.

Who knows what must've happened to those guys last week? If Ethan saw them, the three of them couldn't have been alone in the room. They had to have faced some drastic consequences. What became of the devious couple?

Discouraged from going any farther, you continue to cover his sweaty body in your saliva — looking around the room once more.

"Oh my god," Ethan wails, throwing his head back as you flick your tongue around inside his navel, "that's amazing. Keep goi-... wait, did you hear that?" Frightened, you immediately remove your mouth from the sour hole and look around, only to hear a disembodied voice yell, "There they are! The two perverts in the locker room! The pregnant guy, and his weird sub!"

As quickly as they left your body, all of the feelings of worry and suspicion rush back into your body... filling you with a terrible anxiety.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! We gotta get out of here, E! This is the last time I EVER let you rope me into something!" As quickly as you can, you rise to your feet and pull Ethan's shirt from his bag — dropping it over his stomach. This time, it fits around his bloated figure — unlike his last one — and covers his well-lathered belly. "Let's go! Go! Go!"

The two of you walk swiftly out of the gym, hiding Ethan's gut behind his bag as you speed past a muscly security guard... a gigantic brute, that you're almost certain wasn't in the building before.

What if those guys from last week ran into him? No doubt they were beaten to a pulp.

Exploring his body was fun while it lasted, but now, you've got to get out of dodge — and make it to the safety of his car. Your fun will just have to continue at home... where the two of you can be alone.

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“Okay, everything is set for the morning. The floors have been swept, the aisles have been organized, and our latest display of growth berries have been set to the utmost perfection.” Sheldon said.

He sat the equipment upon the desk, customers coming in waves as they each parted into their designated aisles. He took a breath, embracing the now booming environment as he took to his register. “Hehe, I can tell business is going to be good today. If all goes well I'll have that raise yet!”

Thoom…Thoom…

The cashier felt the ground vibrate beneath him, eying the spray bottle on the table as it rippled in place. “that sound..I know that sound.”

He looked to the window, the vibrations growing stronger as papers slipped from their panels. "He's coming.." He raced to the side of the entrance, drawing the blinds as part of the building casted in shadow. As he raced to the other side, he saw a pair of hairy legs step into the frame, A loud groan piercing the air as they made their way to the door.

"We're closed!" He yelled. Heaving the shades down to the exit, not bothering to tie it down before he went to the swinging doors. But just as his hand touched the knob, the door flung open as he fell to the floor, a meaty foot stepping inside as it landed on top of them.

 "Man it's scorching out there today, got me sweating out here." Jesse claimed, flexing his body as the cool air escaped to the outside. 

"Jesse.." Sheldon wheezed, Jesse looking down to a small face peeking out from beneath his toes.

"Sheldon!" Jesse smiled. "Just the little guy I was looking for. You think you can help me?"

"If you get off!" He replied. Jesse's foot slowly lifted, gravity pulling him down as he peeled off to the floor. "I thought we agreed you'd stay at least 30 feet from here."

 Jesse plucked the top of his uniform, lifting him up to his feet. "I know, I know but it's the only place I know that sells it. I'm looking for some berries, I heard you have some more in stock.

Curse that flyer. "Yes, We have them, but they're one per person."

"One per person? When was that a thing?"

"When you decided to raid the shop last time." Sheldon remarked, poking at the tender his abs as they cushioned beneath its touch. “I was out of products for a week.”

"Aw come on, I'm a growing man, I gotta have more than just one. I just want a little sample, please?" Jesse loomed in, putting on a puppy face.

Sheldon palmed his face. "I swear you're a child sometimes..fine, but only a portion, I need these to last the eveniNG!" Arms wrapped around Sheldon, his feet leaving the ground before Jesse hugged him.

"Ah thanks pal, you're the best!" Jesse shouted, twisting in place as he nuzzled him close.

Sheldon couldn't see anything, his face smothered in soft, tanned muscle. "Okay, okay! I don't want your sweat all over me!" He muffled, Jesse finally putting them down.

"Hehehe..Sorry. So which way is the berries again?"

"Just take a turn next to the deli, you can't miss it."

"Thanks pal." He crouched and walked forward, metal footprints trailing behind him.

 “There goes the floor..” Sheldon groaned, watching the candies on the shelves shake as Jesse turned the corner. “It’s fine..” the cashier thought. “I’ve been meaning to remodel it anyway.."

"Hey chief, I don’t think these are the berries I’m looking for.” Jesse said, holding a singular bag in the air.

"Those are regular berries, they're in the aisle. Just make your way down."

"Okay!" He replied. The cashier watched as he made his way through the store, his upper half the only thing he could see as he moved through the aisles like a shark.

“I suppose I might as well prepare for the lines again, I don't know when I'm gonna-" a thud boomed through the store, Sheldon losing his balance as he clinged to the side of the register. "What was that?!"

"Sorry..tripped over a basket." Jesse said, light thuds returning as he got back to his feet. “Oh! Here they are!” 

"Good, now get them already. And don't make a mess over there!”

"Make another mess? Sheldon, how long have we known each other? I rarely make the same mistake twice." Jesse patted the shelf next to him. Getting closer to the berries, he moved into the aisle. "Excuse me.." He proceeded to walk. He shimmied his way through the customers, his torso hugging the corner of the shelves as cans scooped off his pecs.

Sheldon peered over his register looking to the shelf as commotion began to ensue. "What's going on over there?"

Jesse continued to push, placing a palm between his legs and the customers as he made his way through. "Just squeezing by, it'll be just a moment." He replied. He extended his arm to the shelf, aligning his hand parallel to the metal board as he raked the glowing berries into his bag. 

"What do you mean squeeze?" Sheldon peered back. He pulled his hair as the shelf tilted on its side, the top row of berries vanishing as they hopped into Jesse's bag. Fluid spilled in the other lane, customer's fleeing from plastic and glass bottles that fell from their panels. "Ah..ah!"

Jesse finally reached the end of the lane,setting the shelf back in place as the rest of the products flung to the floor. But Sheldon didn't have long to see the aisle, before Jesse's body filled his view. "There we go. See? I told ya I'd take a portion." Jesse smiled "Op, hold on."

He drew his cock from his speedo, a black square expunged from his slit. Pinching it out, he fanned the goo off the wallet. "There we go, how much do I owe ya?"

"Uh.." 

A can was thrown in his direction, his pecs deflecting it as it landed on the belt. Other customers shouting as more cans were thrown.

"Get out of here!"

"Damn cyclops!" 

Jesse turned toward the crowd, cans bouncing off his abs like water droplets as he glared at them.

He's always known for being brash, but Sheldon Didn't know how Jesse handled confrontations like this. As Jesse's hand rose to the air, he held his breath as it lowered down. But not at the customers, but to the shelf next to them as he grabbed one of the candy bars. " Ooo I've been looking for those! Thought they sold out months ago! How much is it if I add this on?"

The cashier froze for a moment, but just as he was about to rebuke him, defeat overcame him. "It's uh..it's on the house." 

"On the house?" Jesse said.

Sheldon watched as one of the giant hands raised toward him, Closing his eyes as he felt fingers tap at his head.

 "Appreciate it, little guy." Jesse said, pinching the small candy bar into his pile of berries. As he went out, Jesse scooped a handful of berries into his palm. Swallowing them as he approached the door, his shoulders grew as he caved into the ceiling.

"Ugh, this damn roof!" he groaned. He lifted a leg as it stomped on the ground, the cashier taking a step back as he struggled. With a thrust, the edge of the ceiling crumbled as Jesse stood to his max height, debris trickling down his back. "Much better." He sighed, dusting off his speedo before he went back to chewing on his berries. "Later Sheldon! Thanks again for the berries!"

 Sheldon stared at the shambled roof, turning to the shambled shelves as customers shouted at the parting giant. "So much for that raise.."

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Meanwhile at the bread market, a baker would be standing as he sold bread to the locals.

"Here's a fresh one for ya!" They smiled at the customer, handing them a loaf before he waved them goodbye. "Next up! I got some swift baking coming up with my latest recipe! The growth bread. With just a taste of my perfect jam, your bread will not only be bigger,  but tastier too!"

"I'll take one!"

"I'll take three!"

"Calm down, calm down. There's plenty of bread for everyone. All of you can.." They paused as they noticed pebbles starting to shake along the grass, a booth next to his shaking as items fell to the floor. "What the?" They pondered.

The rumbling grew louder, traveling from the ground through his feet as he fell over. Flailing for support, he clinged to something spongy as he dangled off the ground. The rumbling finally settled, the area returning to normal as the birds began chirping.

"Phew..never thought I'd catch that kind of event am I right folks?" He looked toward the crowd as they rotated to their direction, shock spread across their faces as they looked up. "What's everyone staring at? Is it the wall? I assure you it's subtle, but it is very comfy." They said as they squeezed at the surface.

 "Hehe, that's not a wall.." A voice boomed above, the baker froze as heard it, looking up to a pair of legs standing behind him. Looking up, he noticed the man's face higher above, blocked off by his torso as he placed his hands proudly around his waist. And right in front of him, would be his manhood, still flaccid as the baker's palm pinched at the puffed edge. "It's my cock."

"Holy.." The baker felt their heart sink as they started to faint, a palm meeting their back to support them.

"Woah there, don't go fainting on me now." Jesse said lightly, scooping them into his palm. The little one clinged to the finger as they were hoisted upward, the giant's warm face meeting them. "I've come for some bread, you're bread of course."

"M-my bread?"

"Of course 'y-your' bread. I hear it's best in the house. One that offers some special growth. You have any?"

"Y-yes I have some. But they're only a batch. The stock I have couldn't satisfy someone so..so.."

"Big?" Jesse chuckled "Yeah I get that impression a lot. But I'd say I'm gonna be much bigger than I am now."

He tilted his cock upward, reaching into his foreskin as he pulled out his wallet. Opening the flap, he tilted it sideways as he dumped the money on the table. "I think this should suffice for payment, I'll take a bunch." He said. He noticed a pile of bread inside a shack behind the booth, his mouth watering as he reached for it. "Don’t mind if I do."

"No wait that's-!"

Nomph! He chewed the bread, plastic and all as he downed the pile in one go. His throat bulged, its muscles squeezing the contents through before they burrowed past his neck. "Ah. Oh those hit the spot..hah." He huffed, pounded at his chest as he belched. Sighing, he brought the baker up to his face. "What were you saying again?"

The baker tapped at his fingers shyly. "Those are the bad batches."

A grumble came from Jesse's stomach, his hand massaging over it to ease. "Ohh..I feel something going on in there." he groaned as his body pulsed, growing to the size of a giant inflatable. Getting bigger, his speedo expanded, the fabric ricocheting on top of a booth across from him. "Fuck that feels good." He huffed, feeling his cock pulse as it swung through the air.

"I-I really don't want to interrupt, but I'd really like to get brought down" they said, clinging to one of his fingers.

"Woah now, I'll get there." He chuckled. "But first I need some more of that stuff. You gotta give me some more."

"M-more?! But I don't have that many to satisfy that kind of hunger. i'd have to make a stop at the factory."

"Well then, looks like you and I will have to make a trip. Your bread is way too tasty to pass up." He lowered them to the shaft, lifting up a portion of his skin as he tucked his legs inside. “I don’t exactly have pockets, so this should keep you from falling.”

The baker felt the skin climb up to their torso, the bulging edge cushioning his back like a strap before their feet touched the fleshy pocket inside. Pushed far enough, Jesse let his cock flop down before walking forward. "Isn't this a bit much! I have my car just in the lot!"

"Nonsense, I can get us both there faster. Besides, I rather enjoy the company." He said. But paused for a moment as he looked at his bag of berries. Only four bags remained, bunched together as they laid at the bottom of the bag. "Aww man, I knew I should've got more." Jesse groaned.

The baker watched as he brought the bag of berries back to him, pinching the patch as he hovered it over his mouth "oh well, might as well finish the rest."

"Hey wait, could you take me out before you-"

Nomf!

"Eat them.."

"Hah..hah." Jesse's body began to bulge, crashing into booths as people began to scatter. The baker watched as he grew higher, climbing past the taller displays as the city rested on the horizon. But as Jesse grew bigger, so did his cock. The skin thickened as it mass swelled, the puffed edge that once rested on his waist now resting on his neck. As the loose skin began to funnel, he tilted his head to the giant's feet. "Hey..hey wai-mph!"

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The downtown would be filled with people as they did their daily activities. Traffic spread across the street, many connecting to the highway as they waited their turn at the traffic, while others made their way to the coffee shop. But the vibrant space stopped when the city suddenly shook. 

Thoom...thoom...thoom..

The people looked around for the source of the thumps, people in buildings peering outside and to the streets below. Further down the street, citizens fled the scene, dust collecting in the distance as buildings toppled into other ones. As the thuds grew stronger, they soon affected the buildings themselves, the coffee shop below losing power before glass shattered in the distant buildings. Where are the thuds coming from? Is it an earthquake? They Didn't know for certain, that is until a fleshy object pushed down one of the corner traffic lights.

"Is that..a toe?" A citizen asked.

Thud! The buildings shook as people were tossed back to their chairs, their gaze never leaving the window as a foot now filled the view. As the other foot landed, it was like a bomb was set off as the cabinets fell off, and the fire alarms went off. 

 "Are we under attack!" One of them shouted, covering their head from debris.

The building continued to shake, broken glass echoing everywhere they looked. It was only when the pairs of feet moved by, did the shaking finally settle. Looking out from the shattered windows, they caught a glimpse of a giant walking by, a warzone following him as footprints caved into the pavement

"I think I'm lost, are you sure the factory's this way? I'm getting cement between my toes" Jesse boomed from above, dust shrouding his backsided he made his way down the street. "Oh I think I see it! Nevermind!"

"What just happened?" A citizen pondered.

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Jesse continued to walk down the street, feeling the pavement below cave beneath his feet. "Ahaha, yeah. Yeah, I'm diggin’ this size. I feel so massive." He huffed. He came into an opening as he watched the little people below him, he felt like a kid again, playing with his little toy figures as they scampered away into the buildings around the street. When he saw the street narrow into a small gap, he smiled as he approached.  "Make room." He announced, widening his steps. 

Moving between the small gap, he turned sideways as he waddled through, glass windows breaking upon contact as his backside turned the solid cement into pebbles. "Got a bit of a squeeze." He groaned "no problem." 

He pushed harder as he grinded against the buildings, bucking his hips to lighten the space as he fanned at the other side, but he stopped when something poked out from his shaft, a little lump laying just beside his cockhead. “Can you feel it in there, Baker?" Jesse chuckled. "I bet it's even wonderful being surrounded by all this muscle. I can hardly wait to see how big I’ll grow with the batch from your factory."

The bulge twisted beneath his foreskin, managing to see a little hand stick out from it before it was subdued by flesh. Curious, Jesse lowered a finger to poke at it. "Come on, you can do it. Push at my cock like it's mugging ya. You gotta dig real deep." 

He pressed the bulge as he rubbed it over the ridge of the shroomed head, pinching the skin as he massaged his loose flesh around. But just as he was about to pull his skin back, he felt the lump sink into his cock, a flex sending it between its inner orifice as Jesse moaned. His cock suddenly erected, watching it smash through the floors like a battering ram. It was only when his cockhead aligned with his chin, did he see the little arms swaying from the rim of the slit, a flex letting the cock swallow them as a light sensation traveled down its length. 

"Wasn’t expecting that.." He huffed, massaging at his cock’s underbelly. “Ah well, I suppose I’ll have to search blind for his factory” turning his limbs, his cock sliced through the corner of the building. "Least I didn’t have to worry about losing them in the destruction." 

He walked forward as he looked around the factory, eying his new toys as he traced a finger into the street buildings. "Kinda think of it, I wonder how long it would take for me to fu-"

Bang! A force ruptured in front of him, smoke climbing up from his chest. Fanning it away, he looked around to see what it was, noticing tanks further down the street. "Fire!” he heard a small voice say. One by one, the vehicles shot rounds toward Jesse. Imploding upon his body as smoke flowed through the street. 

Their blasts lasted for a second before the captain raised his hand, the tanks ceasing their fire as they gazed at the smoke. Chuckling boomed through the air, Jesse's palm extending from it as a gust blew the smoke away.

"First cans, now artillery, what is it with you people and hitting me with stuff?" He said. He dusted the exploded shells off his pecs. "Alright, you got my attention." He cracked his knuckles, its sound like chains as each digit jiggled in his hands. Bending down, he charged towards the tanks, the street caving beneath his weight as his body took out the corners of buildings.

"Fire!" The captain shouted, cannons opening fire towards the approaching giant. Jesse raised his arms to the air, exposing his abs to them as he inflated his torso. The rounds bounced off his abs, ricocheting around the street way as debris hurtled to the ground. 

Jesse's smile grew wider, closing the gap between them as he rose a foot toward them. "Snazzy fireworks." He said, spreading his toes as his foot slammed on the nozzle of the first tank, pinning its sides with his toes as he scrunched them in place. "You know I always liked these things when I was kid, it reminds me of how easy these things were to squeeze."

He curled his toes around the vehicle, feeling its chains snap off their wheels. He squeezed harder as metal trickled onto his toes, tenderizing it like sandpaper as the tank grew thinner. It was only when the tank caved against his big toe did the compartment open, a small man hopping out before the toes crushed the tank.

"One down." Jesse sighed softly,  wiggling the debris from the tank off his soles. Another shot came from the tanks, the two of them retreating as they split lanes. Jesse managed to catch the second one, plucking it between his palm as he hoisted it up.

 A shot came from it as it zoomed through the building behind him, Jesse unamused as he glared at the vehicle. "Point blank? Seriously? Someone should teach you people some manners." 

 He grabbed onto both ends of the tank, cracking it open like a fortune cookie as its contents spilled to the floor. A  small soldier dangled from the pierced metal ,falling off before Jesse caught them between his fingers. Tossing the pieces of the tank to the floor, he eyed them down as curiosity struck. "Well don’t you look adorable.” he commented as he brought them closer. He could feel them punch against his nose, a light tickle as he wiggled it around.  “I think I'll keep you someplace special."

He dusted off the debris from his cock before he cupped his balls. At first he stopped to marvel at the size of his own wrecking balls, relishing in hearing the sloshes of his cum inside before he pinched at one of the orbs. Plucking a few of his pubic hairs, he pinched against the small soldier, rolling his fingers in place as the hair began to bunch into a knot. As his fingers ceased, he pulled them back as a ball of hair resided just beneath his nut, little limbs fanning at the thicker hair as if they were in a bush. "Swing around." He said to them, bouncing his balls before he let the swing back between his legs. 

More shots fired his way, the tank retreating around the corner. Jesse rolled his eyes, pursuing it as he made his way along the opposite street. Stopping, he peeked around the corner as the tank rolled his direction, hiding back as their wheels grew louder. When the butt of the vehicle appeared on the corner, Jesse raised a foot and waited.

"Where’d the giant go?" The soldier in the tank asked.

"Right here." Jesse replied. He watched the soldier panic as the nozzle turned to his direction. It tilted upward to fire upon him, but he stepped on it as the tank tilted forward. "You know you guys really need to stop shooting point blank." He commented, resting an arm on his knee. But he focused below as he felt the nozzle rubbed beneath his feet, Its tracks destroying the street as the soldier shouted in rage. "That's it, let it all out." Jesse replied. He wiggled his toes, amusement filling Jesse’s mind as it swayed back and forth. But another site drew his attention, a glare sparkling in his eye.

He looked up to see a factory further down the street, a bread logo plastered along a silo as it shrouded in smoke. "Hey! It's the baker’s factory!" He announced. He took a step forward, the factory never leaving his sight as his mouth watered on the thought of the bread’s tasty nutrients. But he felt a faint impact along his ankle, the soldier getting out as he shot bullets into his ankle.

"Where do you think you're going! Face me!" They shouted.

“Don’t you guys have petrol or something? I'm kinda busy here.”

“You are destroying our town beast! And so long as my feet can touch the ground, I will not stop fighting you!”

“Alright then..” Jesse plucked the soldier between his fingers, pinching the gun from his hands before he crushed it between his thumb. Trickling the metal pieces off, he brought the small soldier to a light pole, hanging him there by the belt of his equipment as he dangled like a keychain. "Happy?"

"Not like..you..aah!"

Jesse gave a light smile before his stomach grumbled more, his eyes darting to the factory that taunted him. Making his way to the factory, he felt his mouth water as he stared at the logo. "Come to papa." He wiggled his fingers before latching onto the corner of one of the factory's silos, ripping the top off like a can of pringles as he hovered it above his mouth.

"Slob! Have you no decency!"

"Ya wun to tak" Jese garbled through his mouth, closing as he chewed on the bread. With a hefty swallow, he belched toward the end of the street, watching a barrier formed as it shattered windows. "Aah that hit the spot."

Gurgl!

"Mmm, it's a bit stale.." He groaned, but felt a pulse surge through his body. "Ooo.." He placed a palm on the building to support his balance, feeling his fingers cave into the ceiling. But it wasn't the only thing he noticed. His palm began to lower from his head, was the building getting smaller? No, his feet were hugging against the building.

He was getting bigger.

Before he could stand straight, another surge traversed through his body, his body expanding as it swelled between the street. It was a peculiar feeling, his body heating up as his muscle spasmed. With another burst, his body grew higher, his head stretching past the skyscraper as he tapped at the tip of its antenna. "I'm getting bigger...hehe, i'm loving this.?" He looked to the factory below, its size no bigger than his ankle now. Grinning, he reached his hand for it, seeing small specks retreating as his palm slammed into the building, compressing it all into a fist as he hoisted it up. 

He carried it up to face, licking his lips as he hovered it above. "I suppose the baker won;t be needing this now. Down the hatch!" He announced, opening his mouth as he sent it sown in one gulp. 

Another pulse rushed his body, his body expanding as his sizes grew higher. The city grew smaller compared to Jesse, watching the skyscraper topple over before his vision became shrouded in clouds. He looked to the sky as he noticed the sky begin to change, the sky turning dark blue as the moon loomed just over the horizon. "Ooh yeaah!" Jesse roared, the clouds dispersing as the sky became clear. "This is what I'm talking about. Now I'm bigger than the whole continent!"

He paused as he noticed a plane approaching. He was like a mountain compared to it, watching as it flew by. "Hi!" He greeted tem, a wave carrying to it as its structure wobbled before it straightened. "Hehe, sorry."

He looked toward the horizon as the sun moved over slowly lowered, the moon rising as it shifted over his head. "I betcha I could grow as big as the moon one day. Nah, it probably would take me decades to get there. But.." He stretched toes into the earth, watching the city below become a stomping ground as lights flickered in the small buildings. "I suppose this'll suffice. He felt his shaft begin to grow, casting a shadow over half the continent. "I've got nothing better to do now.."

He walked around the continent as if it were a carpet, digging his ties into the crust as his thooms disrupted the clouds. Getting to the ocean, he wiggled his digits before stepping into the water, water spilling into the coast before trailing off the map. Getting to the open sea, he turned around and sat down. Crossing his legs around the country, as they had a front row seat to his little show.

"I could get used to this." He huffed, stroking peacefully at his manhood.

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Somewhere deep within Jesse cock, the tubes hugged close as he fondled at its lengths. Debris scattered amongst the globs of cum. Rubble from buildings as they collected within its webs. Among them, hidden away at the base, would be the baker, stuck in a sea of cum as they danced around the clammed sphincter.

He dug through his pocket and pulled out a small vial with glowing liquid inside. "Semore’s gonna love this new batch. He’s gonna feel real nice on my cock."

He heard a knock at the door, his heart fluttering as he awaited for the moment to arrive. Getting off the couch, he skipped to the door as he grabbed the handle. "Ah Semore, what a sight to see you- oh hey dad."

"Hey sport!" He replied.

"What are you doing here? Don't you and mom have something better to do at home?"

"Well your mother’s out of town for the weekend, so I thought I'd drop by and visit ya." His dad made his way inside, his potbelly ushering Miralus away aside as he entered the living. "Snazzy decorations, if I didn't know any better I’d say you're getting ready for some action."

"As a matter of fact, I am. Semore's coming over for a good time. So I want it be the best. But unfortunately, I can't have any three wheelers."

"Oh come now son, I'm your old man. I’ve had sex with your mom when you were around, it’ll be just like old times. I can even give ya some pointers. I got this snazzy trick I 69 your-”

"Da-da-da! I don’t want to here what you do with mom! ” Miralus said. The front door soon rang, Miralus looking at his father before looking back to the door. "Fine fine just..go in the room or something." 

Fanning him away, he approached the door as a shadow appeared in the glass. opening it, there was his boyfriend, his heart fluttering as he picked him up into his arms and kissed his cheek. "So glad you could come." he said.

"Hehe, I'm happy to see you too." Semore replied.

Miralus kissed at his cheek a second more, taking in his rich cologne before he sat him down. "Come on in." He ushered him inside, closing the door before he followed him to the living room. Jogging to his side, he held an arm at his shoulder as he guided him through the house.

"I never get old on seeing this place." He said, sniffing the air " Is that..cinnamon I smell?"

"Your favorite. I bought a bit of scented candles to set the mood. That and a little surprise." he tapped his shoulder.

"Oh ho? A surprise you say? What is it?"

"Bup-bup not just yet. Let's just wait until it gets darker. For now let me-"

"Miralus!" his dad's voice echoed through the house. “The toilet's clogged again!"

"Who was that?" Semore asked.

So much for that. "That’s Mr. Oak, my dad. He decided to visit me the same as you."

"Wait a second, I think I got it." His dad said. "Let's see if I jiggle like this it should-.." a burst echoed through the room, water trailing from the stairs. "Nope, that's not it."

"Damn it dad! Excuse me, Semore. " he raced up the stairs to join his dad, leaving Semore in the living room as giggles lingered behind him. But he ignored them as he made his way up the steps.

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After cleaning himself from the toilet water, Mr. Oak  made his way down the steps as he turned back into the living room. Semore was somewhere in the dining room, charging his phone. Making his way through the hall, he spotted his son along the kitchen table. Curious, he wiped his hands along his shirt before he approached.

“Okay, relight the candles, spread them apart to brighten the room…there! now all I have to do is set the-

He knocked into his belly as it cushioned against him. "woah there sport, didn't see you there." he laughed lightly.

“Dad.." Miralus groaned. "You’re supposed to be in the room!"

"I know, I know. But I got bored, thought I’d whip up a snack." He gazed at the kitchen surfaces. . "So this is the place huh? Pretty bold place to have but hey, me and your mother had worse."

"What? No! we're not doing it here!.." Miralus replied, moving the drops of the shrink serum into a condom. "We're going to have it in the bedroom. Alone!"

"I gotcha, I gotcha. Well then let me just get my stuff and go." He shimmied himself into the kitchen and pulled out a plate from the higher shelf. Grabbing a piece of ham from the fridge, he brought the bread over as he placed it on top. "You want a sandwich? I'm making my special dish. "

"No no, you go on ahead.?" He said.

His father only nodded upon the answer, taking to the cabinet as he grabbed seasoning from the top shelf. He poured salt on the meat, drizzling it in sprinkled salt. It was almost complete, but it needed the final touch, a pinch of spicy pepper. He lifted the plastic bottle to pour some on, but only a spec came from the opening. "Blasted thing. " he scorned. Frustrated, he pounded harder, hoping that would do that trick, but still none came out.

"Are you gonna spank it or use it dad?" Miralus asked.

"Well..it's a stubborn one. It just won't..come out" he pounded harder to get more pepper, but he grew irritated as the bottle sprinkled more. Wrapping his fist, he slammed upon the bottle a dust cloud filling the space as it overtook him and Miralus.

"Dad!"

"Sorry, patted it too hard" he fanned the smoke away with a dustpan, the smoke fluttering as it scattered further into the kitchen.

"No don't do that you'll..You'll aachoo!" Miralus sneezed as he bucked into his packet of condoms, his serum spilling into his shirt as he continued to sneeze. His dad was next to him, but was distracted by the pepper in his eyes as he tried to rub them. to ease the sourmess.

When he blinked, he saw a bright flash as his son's voice minimized. "Miralus?..Son?" He called to him, but received no answer. He managed to grab a cloth off the side of the table, wetting the corner of it to wipe at his eyes. Looking around, he found no one there, all except a pile of clothes that laid at his feet. "Son? Where'd you go?" He called again.

He heard the sound of grumbling enter the room. it was faint, but enough to draw his attention as he looked around, but found no one. But when it sounded again, he looked in front of him to the pile of clothes below, a lump resonating near the collar as it climbed higher.

"Of all the bad luck, I have to have this happen to me!" the grumbles grew louder. When it reached the collar of the shirt, the fabric was tossed before Miralus' naked body appeared. He and his dad made eye contact, his old man caught aback by his size as he took a double take. 

"Oh." He simply said.

"Now look what you did! I shrunk!" Miralus yelled.

"You shrunk? I didn't think it would do that."

“What did you think it meant?!”

"I don't uh..juice you up or-"

"I don't have time for this! Semore's gonna wonder where I am! He's supposed to be the one to shrink, not me!"

"Is this like a traditional thing you got going on? I mean is it uh-" he paused as Miralus glared at him, the awkwardness filling the air as he looked away. "Right. But you can take turns this way can you?"

"You don't get it, I need to be the one to top him! I'm a top!" He shouted.

"Hey, Miralus?" Semore's voice lingered in the hallway. "Is everything good?"

His heart skipped a beat upon his voice. "Crap it’s Semore!" He whispered. “Do something!”

"What do you want me to do?!"

"I don't know, but do it quick!"

"Uh..uh.." His old man looked around the room, but found nothing but silverware and dinner plates. Looking to the pack of condoms, he picked up one of them, dumping his son inside as plastic unraveled.

"What are you doing?"

"About to improvise." He said. he unzipped his pants before drawing out his cock, its flaccid form flopping out to his palm before the head skidded into the opening. Looking down, he saw his son's face turn red. "Make room." He said softly. The cock started to slide down, filling the condom with its girth. When his head reached the bottom, he watched Miralus hug against the elastic wall, fighting beneath the shroomed head as his outline bulged against the head.

"No no, I am not going through with this. Get your cock out of this thing!"

"It's not believable if it's not in."

"Then use a banana or some-"

"What's going on?" Semore's voice grew louder, the sound of light steps tapping in the hallway.

"Sorry son." His dad simply said, grabbing the head of his cock as he forced the rest of his length in. ignoring the squeaks and muffles, he waddled over to the laundry door as Semore entered into the kitchen.

"Mr. Oak?" Semore asked.

"Oh hey sport!" He replied, his back turned as his robe unraveled at his shoulders. "Don't mind me, just rubbing one out."

"Oh! Sorry!” he said, Shielding his eyes. “ I was just looking for Miralus, do you know where he is?"

Mr. Oak felt the struggles increase, rubbery hands seeping between his fingers before he readjusted them. "Well-hrk! He had to go run an errand real quick for your special surprise. Didn't want you get-hrk! Cold feet."

"Oh, I wish he could have told me, the sun's already down."

"I hear ya sport, but don't worry..” he bucked his hips forward, a loud squeak piercing the air. ”he'll be back in a jiff. why don't ya get ready for him in the bedroom."

"Alright, I'll do that."

Semore left the kitchen as his steps softened. When Silence filled the air, he sighed as he looked at his waist. "That was a close one" He removed his hand to view his cock below, his son's face plastered against the rubbery walls.

"Close as I regrettably want to go" he responded, his nasally voice said.

"I hear ya, I didn't think it'd work at first. The thought of it breaking nearly made me jump. But I guess this old boy can-"

"If you're done monologuing about your cock, dad, I would very much like to get out of here."

Right, right." Mr.oak grabbed at his shaft and went to remove the condom, but his fingers couldn't slip beneath its band. Tugging on it, he tried hoisting it off, even pinching at the smooth hand for wrinkles. "Uh oh."

"What do you mean uh oh?"

"The condom's not coming off. Its stuck."

"It's stuck?! No no it can't be stuck! I have to give Semore sex in a minute!"

"Now Miralus calm down."

"Calm down! I stuck in a condom with your cock blocking me! I'm way past calm. Get some water, it’ll loosen you faster."

"I can't get water, it won't reach in there."

"Then 'improvise'!"

Mr. Oak pondered upon the suggestion, looking around for anything he could use, but once again there was nothing. "But there's nothing i can do here. I'd have to wet it on the inside."

"Then do it! I can feel your pre climbing at my back!"

Mr. Oak looked at son as he curled a finger to ease the ooze away, but a spark suddenly blew in his mind. "Fluid..I can use my fluid."

"Your what?! Absolutely not!" He struggled to stretch the tube, but they were too airtight to budge. “My body is not meant for your pleasures, it's meant for Semore!"

Then we'll just have to take it to him." Mr. Oak responded. Massaging his shaft, he lowered it back into his pants before making his way to the backroom where their guest was waiting.

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It was a decent trip as Mr. Oak transitioned through the hallway. But for Miralus, it was anything but, feeling the cock sway at his torso as he hung upside down. How could it have come this? stuck inside a condom like some sextoy, it's absurd! But he didn't get a chance to process his own thought, when a door clicked open from the outside.

"Hey Mr. Oak, you're still exploring the house" Semore's voice said.

"Yeah, thought I'd check in on ya while Miralus is away."

"Oh. He should've been back here by now. I Didn't scare him off did I?" He replied.

"What?! No! That's not it at all I-" he felt the legs start to move, gravity the shroomed head cushioned at his body.

"Now son, Miralus loves ya like any other person that I know. And with that I'm sure he's rushing back to your side as we speak. But..if you're feeling anxious..." Miralus saw the pants move, the fabric coming undone as the lamp in the room shined its light to the ceiling. "Im happy to fill his role til he does."

"What?" Miralus and Semore spoke.

"Granted I'm not much of a swoon as he is, but I do the girth to make up for it."

"Lousy no good.. if you so much as get an inch I'll-Mph!" His fathers palm squeezed at his cock, softening Miralus' rebuttal as he scooted closer.

"So what do you say? Want to have a go with an old timer like me?"

"I don't know. I've been with Miralus for years. I don't think I can do that to him." Semore replied. He shied away as he clasped at his shoulder, but a thumb along his chin drew his attention. Lifted just enough to see Mr. Oak's bearded face.

"I'm sure he'll understand." He simply said. He brushed along the side of Semore’s head using the other to ease him to the bed. Slowly, he turned the shoulder around to let him lay belly first along the bed, a finger slinking into his pants as they hoisted to his thighs.

Miralus couldn't see anything else after that, the plastic laying at his body blinding him before his dad's hands returned to the cock. He watched it slip off before the shaft flowed through the air, pressure looming as the mounds of his boyfriend moved on both sides.

As the shaft eased further between his cheeks, He and his dad locked eyes. Miralus gritted as he forced the plastic to lift his head up, a fire in his eyes as he glared at him. "Don't your dare." He gritted.

His father acknowledged his words, giving a thumbs up in response. But he still continued. "You may feel a little bit of a squeeze." He said. With a thrust, he loomed forward as he pushed his cock inside. Miralus entered into a place of darkness as squelches lingered from the outside, wrinkles and folds smothering into the condom as the shaft sunk deeper.

Miralus grumbled upon the intercourse, his image of his father racing through his mind. "He better hope he doesn't loosen him." He groaned, turning his head to the side to catch a breath. "This is so humiliating."

Minutes past since their intercourse began, Mr. Oak’s cock never relenting as it glided through Semore's chambers. As they huffed to their motion, Miralus could do nothing but grit. For to lay still as the shroomed edge cushioned his head. "It's been five minutes, how much juice does it take to get off?!" He yelled.

 He felt the space collapse as the cock entered a corner pocket. Thick flesh blocked its way, the side of his face was smothered between the two surfaces. "Too tight!" He yelled, forced to gloss himself along the sweaty foreskin, forced to endure its musk as his hands locked at its side. "This can't get any worse than it can." He gritted, feeling the walls roll him further.

 He felt something sticky begin to ooze at his chin, collecting at the back of his neck as the ringed muscle surrounding it drooled over him. "Damn it, he’s close!" He yelled. He wiggled to move the slit away from his head as best he could, feeling its slimy walls rub against him as its pulse ringed into his ears. He tried to wiggle himself out, but a flex held him firmly before the slit engulfed his face, sending the scent of salt through his nose as he wriggled it out.

Moans exited from his father, the cock moving closer as pre began to spill at his neck. And just as the lips reached his ears, the sound of release finally came.

"Aaaah!" He heard a roar escape from the outside. A turrent of seed raced into his face, forced to hold his breath as he was squeezed out from its hold as he swirled around the darkness. "That's how papa does it." He hears him echo, feeling the shaft pull out as light shined upon the yellow condom.

Gravity took control as the shaft returned to its limp form, the contents splashing to the bottom to collect themselves. Miralus emerged from the substance, bumping into the cock above as it drizzled over his head. "Ima kill him, i swear I will." He groaned, floating around in the puddle. But looked as his father’s hands pinched at the tip of the head, the condom sagging from its position as the cock slowly pulled out.

"That was a damn good session, Semore, I'm gonna let ya rest a bit." with a squelch, his dad took off the condom, catching the bit of jizz that hit the floor before tying it in a knot.

“Okay, could you let Miralus know I'm in the room. I’d tell him myself, but I feel tired after that action.”

“I’m sure he already knows” Mr. Oak said, setting the condom along the counter as the contents sloshed to a halt. Miralus resurfaced as he gazed at the environment, the lights dimming down as Semore prepared for sleep. As he turned over to his side, he looked to his father as he made his way toward the door. He pounded for his attention, but the condom was too soft, the liquid inside absorbing the blows in the process. “Dad!” he called to him.

It was getting close to my birthday, so I decided to pluck up the courage to request a special present from one of my friends. I’ve thought he was hot the whole time I’ve known him, so he was the perfect choice to fulfil one of my biggest fantasies.

“So, you want me to eat you then take a pic afterwards? You’re into some weird stuff bro, but I’ll let it slide. Might actually feel nice being stuffed like that.”

After I’d fully stripped and lay on my bed, he also took off his shirt to reveal his smooth, toned body. I always thought the only thing lacking about him was his flat stomach, so I excited to personally become the thing that would stretch his belly out to a more desirable size. He started at my feet so I could watch the whole process, guiding them carefully to the back of his throat and sucking on them for a few seconds before swallowing.

I could hear him straining as each gulp forced more of my body into the warm, tight grip of his throat. It was quite the challenge I’d set him to consume another man, but he was determined to finish. It was an incredible sight to watch his stomach expanding as my legs slipped inside, and I couldn’t wait to witness the final result.

By the time he reached my waist, I could tell he was starting to enjoy this more and more. Rather than just quickly lathering me up with saliva to help swallow me, his tongue was now slowly caressing my skin as though he was taking the time to savour my taste. The fact our enjoyment was mutual turned me on even more, and I was dying for him to swallow my arms so that I could jerk off and relieve the tension. Annoyingly they were the last thing to be slurped past his lips, my friend letting out a deep sigh while his belly swelled outwards as the full weight of my body settled within.

A few minutes later, something hard hit me in the head as it dropped into his stomach, which turned out to be my phone. As promised, he’d snapped a pic of himself stood in front his bathroom mirror, his big, round, man-filled gut in clear view. It was amazing to see how I’d transformed him, but I was a little annoyed that he swallowed my phone and got it all slimy, so I asked what hell he was thinking. “Well how else are you supposed to see the pic? It’s not like I’m letting you out. Didn’t you hear what I said? The deal wasn’t to just swallow you, it was to EAT you.”

I was naive to have given him complete control over me like this. I thought I could trust him to release me afterwards, but instead I’d foolishly offered myself as a willing meal. I struggled the best I could against his stomach walls, which were slowly tightening around me with each belch that rumbled through his gullet and out of his mouth. He rubbed his erection that had surprisingly grown from the feeling of my movements inside him, a little precum soaking into his sweatpants as he thought about digesting me.

I considered myself lucky to meet up with a man with such a godly physique. His muscular arms, thighs and pecs all perfectly framed his defined abs, and I desperately wish he’d let me worship him more. But almost immediately after he arrived, he’d flipped me and bent my much scrawnier body over the bed before pounding me in the ass.

I guess a weakling like me wasn’t worth much more to him than a place to dump one of his loads. Not that I was complaining after getting to take the full length of his 8-inch cock, happy just to be chosen as his toy for the evening. Yet to my surprise, he offered to see me again with the intention of becoming his new gym buddy. At least, that’s what I gathered from him saying I would “help support his body’s growth”.

The following morning, I was lying back with my legs in the air, getting my ass filled by his monster cock for a second time. The pressure against my prostate felt so amazing that I barely noticed the moment he slipped my feet into his mouth. I was unaware of what was happening until I felt him grab my waist and drag me closer, having already devoured most of my legs and eager to keep swallowing the rest of me.

I was thrown into the air vertically as the powerful man knocked his head back and straightened his neck. Loosening his lips’ tight grasp on my waist, he let gravity assist him in guiding the rest of me into his stomach, teasing his erect nipples during the few seconds of intense, ravenous gulping needed to finish eating me. With my entire body tightly packed behind them, his chiseled abs were now swollen and round, though that wouldn’t be for long.