Southern Hospitality

Southern Hospitality

“God, what the fuck was that?!” Dale cried out, clutching his still trembling crotch.

“S-Some kinda bug--?! Ohhh--oh my god!”

Some sort of slippery creature had slithered inside of Dale when he had tried skinny dipping as a sort of dare with his friends back at camp. Bare-ass and ignorant of the discarded sign saying ‘No Swimming,’ he jumped into the river and quickly regretted it. Though he had tried to escape his watery doom, he could do nothing as the parasite slid inside his body.

“H-Help! Someone, please, ohhh!” He let out a low moan and fell backwards onto the river water. Bubbles rose to the surface before the waters grew still and serene. To an unsuspecting bystander, the scenery would look almost beautiful.

About an hour later, Dale emerged from the water with a calmer expression and weighing a few pounds more. Occasionally, a long, thin parasite was visible as it crawled just underneath his skin, but he didn’t care anymore. “Got a gift fer y’all,” he said, gaze distant and lips curled up in a wicked smile. “I’ll service y’all real nice. Make y’all feel right at home with my mouth,” he rehearsed, cock growing hard as he imagined all his friends trembling and convulsing as the parasites spread.

All that was left of his personality would just be a mask used to fool his hunky cowboy friends.

Putting on his boots and nothing else, Dale set off to spread the gift that had been parted with him.

My ass could never RP bro, I would just stop in the middle and ask, “Ok, but what about the world-building?” lmao

I Dreamt I was a Man

Do you remember that poem? By Zhuangzi? “I dreamt I was a butterfly,” he began, and continued to describe himself as uncertain if he was a butterfly dreaming of being a man or vice-versa. It was a beautiful and thought-provoking poem, and yet it was a situation in which I found myself relating far too much.

Who was I? I remember a far-off image of being a man--free and full of life. Yet I found myself astray in the astral pane. My core flutters in the cosmic wind, always at risk of dispersing. The only way to remain in one piece is to gather in a container. A vessel.

A human.

Yet, only those deeply enraptured by an activity could be my hosts, and only temporarily. I searched through the city I found myself in until I found myself in front of a man with his hands down his underwear. Deciding to not waste any more time, I plunged myself into his thick chest. “WOAH! What-AHHH!” His body stiffened, rising from its slouch until roughly slamming back onto the sofa. He convulsed, hand still gripping his dick, until he ejaculated all over himself.

I stared ahead, breathing deeply in pained gasps. Blinking the blurriness from my vision and cleaning myself up, I stood up from my host’s seat and walked towards the window overlooking a park. I saw a butterfly fly across the sky, heading south for the coming winter.

I was a man, but I was not myself. Who was I? And where are my memories? Dressing this new yet temporary body with appropriate clothing, I emerged from his apartment complex and allowed fate to guide me again. Though my path hadn’t borne fruit, I will continue to search. Forever if need be.

A butterfly has wings for a reason.

A hairy wish granted.

Efren had always dreamed of being like the other men in his family and having a full beard and thick chest hair. But no matter how much he wished for it, he remained smooth and hairless. When his father laughed at his request for a razor when he was younger, he felt embarrassed and ashamed for wanting something that seemed so unattainable. He desperately wanted to fit in, but he couldn’t help feeling like an outsider.

But this morning, he felt something different. He opened his eyes and found that he was lying in a tangle of sheets and blankets. He felt fur, thick and soft, all over his body. He realized that he was in his younger brother Sonny's body. His wish had finally been granted.

He got out of bed and looked around the room. He marveled at the body he now inhabited. He ran his hands over his chest, arms and legs, feeling the thickness of the hair. He couldn't help but smile, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction that he now appeared more rugged and manly.

He went to the mirror and looked at himself. Although he was in Sonny's body, he still looked like himself in the eyes. He smiled and flexed, admiring the man in the reflection. He had made his wish and it had come true.

"Though I didn't expect it to be like this," he said with Sonny's lilted voice.

Efren remembered that Sonny was gay, and an unwelcome thought crept into his mind: did that make him gay now, too? He tried to picture himself having sex with one of his usual fantasy women but found himself feeling nothing. But when he thought of being intimate with another masculine, hairy man, his heart raced, and he felt his blood heat up.

He tugged at the waistband of his boxer shorts, feeling precum seeping out of him. This was something he never thought he would do, yet he couldn't resist. He stepped out of his boxers and admired his own reflection. The thick hair that covered it made him feel so masculine and alluring. He felt an incredible surge of pleasure as he ran his hands through the fur all over his brother's body.

He even found himself getting horny at his own musky smell, something he had never experienced before. His new cock throbbed with desire. He stood in front of the mirror, stroking himself and admiring the solid angles of his brother's body.

He turned around to look at his ass, admiring the small thatch of hair that covered it. He couldn't resist squeezing and caressing it, feeling himself getting wet at the feeling of his own hand on his brother's ass. He moaned in pleasure as he masturbated and caressed his own ass. His entire body was on fire, and he couldn't help himself.

Soon, he was shooting ropes of cum all over the mirror in hot spurts. He moaned as the orgasm overtook him. He had never had a more intense experience in his life. When he was done, he looked at himself in the mirror, breathing heavily, as the cum slid down the mirrored glass.

Rather than feeling embarrassed, a wave of strength and sureness washed over him. Here was the feeling of masculine satisfaction that he had longed for, and now it was his. All of his wishing had finally paid off.

Oh my god 'Eight cups...' series loved it. The tragedy, the quest for self, and your writing just brings it all together. But next time why don't you just shoot me in the heart? I think that'll be easier XD.

This is the exact reaction I was hoping to see. Thank you so much for your ask, it’s always real nice to see feedback for my work! It’s good practice for my passion as well.