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The Wishing App

The day he first noticed the app on his phone, he didn't think much of it. 'Just some random bloatware,' Jace thought. "Your Wish" sounded so scammy, but curiosity got the best of him. Against his better judgement he tapped on the colorful icon. Immediately it began by asking to use his microphone, which he allowed and then... promptly crashed. 'Huh, figures.'

Jace slid his phone back into his pocket as he walked into his gym, focused on making the best of his latest endeavor. He had been going again for a few months after starting and stopping a few times in the past, usually getting frustrated at his perceived lack of progress and calling it quits.

He had decent looks and a body to match, but it wasn't the body he wanted. Making his way to the gym floor he yearns to have a body like the gymbro alphas that surround him. Despite the fact that they intimidate him, he is drawn in by their energetic, cocky auras. Strutting around the gym in their stringer tops. Somehow always in peak condition. Cuts like diamonds covered in paper-thin skin.

Jace quietly makes his way to a chest press trying his best to not draw attention to himself. His featureless body aiding in the effort. He's really committing himself this time around. Doing everything right, he thinks, but just like the last few times, he fails to see the progress he desires. In the corner of his vision, he spots one of the regulars in the midst of his daily mirror selfies. He pulls up his top to show off his tight abs and gives the camera the look the says "you wish you were me" tongue out and all.

With a sigh, Jace quietly mutters to himself "gosh, I wish my body would just grow muscle." *PING* He pulls out his phone to check the notification, but nothing was there. In fact, though he didn't realize it, it was less than nothing as the mysterious app had disappeared. Thinking nothing of it, he starts his set.

Over the course of his visit, Jace's attitude brightens up as he starts having the best gym day of his life. Every set he starts breaking his own personal records without breaking a sweat. And the pump, oh my god the pump, for the first time ever he was starting to see the smallest hints of something growing under his skin. He gave it his all for every exercise, for once not caring what the others around him were thinking.

Unlike his normal routine, he stops by the mirrored wall on his way to the locker room and checks himself out. Jace doesn't know what has suddenly gotten into him, but he feels like superman. He's drenched in sweat from his workout, his skin glistening to highlight the fruits of his labor. It was the same old him, he thought, but for some reason, he looked and felt a little firmer.

Things only got better from Jace's perspective over the next few days. He couldn't wait to get back in the gym every day. It was quickly becoming his main focus and for good reason. The results. It's like he had finally hit a tipping point. Every day he seemed to illogically be getting bulkier and leaner at the same time. He was ecstatic at his progress, enough to not make him question how he's growing so much and so quick.

Jace nearly shot a load on the gym floor the first time he lifted his shirt and saw a set of abs. His dream was finally becoming true and his attitude was reflecting that.

As his muscles swelled, his confidence and cockiness did as well. Inversely, his clothing shrunk. The only thing Jace would dare be seen in now is the most revealing or tight clothing. His wardrobe was filled with the latest from Gymshark, Vanquish, or Jed North. All designed and tapered to show of the perfect aesthetic douchebro physique. A physique, which only a month later, he was rapidly approaching.

At his latest post-workout mirror session Jace sizes himself up with his former idols realizing how similar his physique has gotten to their own. Thick, but firm, pecs give way to softball delts. Beneath, his shredded six pack has only been getting deeper and tighter since that first day they appeared.

His arms rest on his tapered lats, juicy and pumped. He loves tracing the network of veins up his forearm and across his bicep. He swears he can see it pulsing to feed the engorged muscle. Not one to neglect his legs, especially in the short-shorts he likes to sport most days now, his quads and calves are solid and proportionally built. Say it with me kids "this is aesthetics."

Another alpha walks up next to Jace to follow suit in his own self-gratification session. He and Jace trade knowing glances that only two alphas can. Non-verbally acknowledging the feeling only they can know. The feeling of inhabiting a true musclegod body like theirs.

He's finally on their level, the feeling of acceptance and pure manliness washes over him. Jace makes a note to switch up his routine to maintain his new body of his dreams.

Acknowledgement at the gym is one thing, but just being in public is another when you possess a shredded, lustful body like Jace. The best part are the stares. Some from the corner of someone's eyes and some not even trying to hide it. Can you blame them? His body is a sight to see, enhanced even more by his flashy wardrobe. Let's face it, everyone wants to be him, be in him, or have him in them. To Jace, the high is absolutely intoxicating.

Jace finds difficulty switching up his routine in the gym as intended. He has the perfect body, now all he wants to do is maintain, but that's easier said than done apparently. No matter what he tries in the gym the next few days, he still finds himself giving it 110% and packing on even more lean mass.

He tries first to lower the weight, to tone instead of build, but somehow finds himself upping the weight back up past his previous high. Searching his mind, he can't even recall changing the weight, but nonetheless he finds himself cooling down after a beastly set with the peg firmly stuck higher in the stack than he started. The same goes for trying to lower the reps or sets. It's like his body is on autopilot, pushing through the heavy workouts only snapping back into reality when they're done.

Jace decides to switch up tactics and skip the gym entirely. He hoped that would allow him to clear his head and chill out. Chilling was unfortunately not on the agenda as he found himself again at the gym, questioning how he even got there. He takes stock of his body at his now compulsory post-workout mirror session. His designer athletic clothes are now looking absolutely sucked to his frame, his muscular trajectory not slowing down despite his efforts.

He was clearly graduating from aesthetics to classic physique. It's bigger than anything he could have ever desired, he thought, but the proportions were still there. Everything had taken on considerable girth. Especially his pillowy pecs threatening to rip through his Jed North compression top at the slightest flex. He tries to convince himself that he's okay with his latest developments, but even if that were true he still has the nagging thought in the back of his mind of when this will stop.

He thinks it over the next few days, in between his mandatory gym sessions. Wracking his brain during his moments of clarity at the gym watching his muscles inflate even larger. It dawns on him while he takes a breather on the weight bench. 'It's almost as if my body is just growing muscle and taking over no matter what.' That thought rattles in his head as he remembers... the app! and his seemingly benign wish.

Jace scours his phone while at home later, predictably unable to stop the flow of the workout earlier despite his eagerness to find an end to his current situation. He can't find the app anywhere. He searches online for hours to find anything about it, but comes up dry. His search only stopping in his tracks as he feels the desire to get back to the gym build up in him. He gives in, feeling powerless to do anything else.

A few months later a shockingly massive man is waddling down the street to his third gym session of the day. It's Jace, not that anyone who knew him mere months before could tell you. He's nearly unrecognizable with the amount of muscle amassed on his frame.

His wardrobe has changed up again out of necessity, now a constant rotation of only the largest gym-branded t-shirts or tanks and the baggiest shorts he could squeeze his inhuman quads and glutes into. Despite the increase in fabric, the amount of skin he now has on display 24/7 has only increased.

It's a different feeling being in public as a waddling meat parade. The stares are still there, but it's no longer lust behind them. For most passerby it's a mix of shock and disgust. He's sure many are questioning why someone would do this to themselves, sacrificing any vestige of normalcy in pursuit of more and more muscle and how he could be so shameless about showing it off to the world. He wishes he could tell them he didn't want it either, but his actions paint an opposing picture.

Squeezing through the gym doors Jace receives a similar reception to even the muscle-obsessed gym goers. He looks around at his former idols turned former equals, now souring to his ever-increasing size. Even to them, there's a limit and he blew past that over 100lbs ago.

His mirror sessions are now an event for the gym. Not out of admiration however, more like rubber-necking the scene of a car crash. He waddles over to the mirrored wall with even less mobility than when he got there with his muscles pumped so full, smatterings of red and purple bruising highlighting the beating he just put them through.

Anyone else posing quickly clears out, not wanting to be a passenger in the impending display. From afar, their eyes don't leave Jace's figure though. The entire gym could do nothing but look on as the sweaty pile of muscles began his routine.

Jace's body starts by stripping off his drenched tank and shorts. A process that takes minutes and many failed attempts to grasp at the clothing with his stiff, engorged muscles colliding with each other. He stands there in only his boxers, looking more like some skimpy briefs with his bulging quads pushing them up so much and his glutes stretching them so thin.

His audience stands in awe at the uncovered sight, not that there was much left to the imagination with his outfit before. Regardless seeing the complete picture will leave anyone speechless.

He stands, dripping in sweat, and grainy, veiny, dense muscle. You can watch his whole body pulse wildly through his paper-thin skin, his heart racing blood through his brutalized muscles. Just watching his chest and abs heave to fill his lungs with air can put you in a trance. Muscles dancing in sync from the simple motion.

His body raises his arms info a front double bi, sucking in his stomach with his powerful abs. His pecs threaten to suffocate him being pulled so tightly against his chin. Jace's already expansive width exaggerated by the unearthly mass he calls his arms, rock hard and flexed. Next, he moves down into a rear lat spread or whatever he can best attempt with his arms struggling to meet his waist. He can only slightly see his lats flare out from the front, mostly being obstructed by his bloated appendages. The real show is going on behind for the whole gym to see. A mountain range building and firming up on his back, supported by the most biggest and most striated glutes anyone has ever seen. The thought of running your hands over them providing some the most orgasmic pleasure, while leaving most with the bitter taste of disgust.

The show is capped off when his body moves into a most-muscular. He plants his feet down firmly to flex his quads, almost losing balance while shifting his stance to accommodate his hardening sequoia-like legs. His abs crunch wildly while his biceps inflate with sickening size. Throughout all of this, Jace is inside merely as a passenger.

Upon release of the pose, Jace fades back in. The monster quietly redresses and waddles out of the gym without saying a word. Without acknowledging the traumatizing display he just released onto the normal gym-goers. Most won't admit it, but they've gotten used to it. He'll be back in a few hours anyway.

Jace sits down at the leg press and begins pumping his already massive quads. As he begins, his facial expression scrunches. It could easily be written off as normal pain from an incomprehensible workout performed by a mass-obsessed muscle monster, but there's something else there to the keen eye. It's Jace... screaming internally for this to stop already. He had no interest in being this caricature of a bodybuilder, far surpassing what anyone could have thought the human body is capable of... You'd never know that from the outside looking in though. His careless wish would make sure of that.

He thought he had a good idea of the amount of growth to expect when he agreed to be chained up by him until he decided he was big enough...

He was forbid from even asking, but he had a feeling he wasn’t even halfway to his goal... if there even really was one.

Truth is, he knows he’s more than powerful enough to snap those chains and escape, but he has no such desire. He was there for the same reason he was the day he agreed to be shackled, the always fulfilled promise of more.

Pop!

“Damn it!” Mark hissed as the top few buttons of his shirt popped off. He sighed as he saw his pumped up pecs already shoving their way through the opening of his ruined shirt, and he shook his head in resignation.

“What is it?” his workout buddy, Jorge, asked, eying his top-heavy friend up and down.

Mark gestured down at his exposed, meaty pecs. “That’s the third shirt this week,” he huffed.

Jorge cocked his eyebrow at the other man. “Well, I mean, you have been doing nothing but Chest Day for the past few weeks,” he countered, thinking back to the last couple of times the two of them had ventured to the gym together. No matter what muscle group they were supposed to work on, Mark had always made his way to the chest-focused machines, working on growing his larger chest. It was odd since Mark had always focused on staying proportional and building his muscles in perfect sync. However, ever since that one day when some random nerdy-looking guy who wouldn’t stop checking out Mark had commented something about how Mark should do more Chest Days, it seemed as if chest was all Mark was able to do.

And Jorge would never tell his straight friend that he thought he looked so fucking hot with his large, meaty pecs completely warping his previously in-sync musculature. Mark’s muscled arms and legs still bulged the same, but they were nothing in comparison to the massive pillows that his pecs had become. What had used to be modest and chiseled pectorals had become huge, pumped mounds of muscle that jutted off the stud’s chest to form a shelf. The crevice between them had deepened significantly, and his nipples were forced to the point of sticking straight downward.

Jorge had to force himself to look away from his friend, getting hard at the sight of Mark struggling to squeeze his large pecs into his tank top.

Mark frowned again at his reflection, blushing at the way his cumbersome pectorals forced their way over the swoop of his tank top. They were in full view, making the shirt something more of a formality since it left nothing at all to the imagination, especially with his hard nipples poking around the small straps.

“Yeah…” the stud mumbled as he scratched his head, “I think I should focus on a different group today. These are getting too big for my taste. I’m already growing out of the new shirts I bought the other day.”

The two men were finished changing into their workout clothes and they headed out of the locker room, Mark having to walk with his back slightly arched to compensate for his heavy pecs, inadvertently shoving them out into the air as if to show them off. There was a slight bounce to them with every step the muscleman took, the humongous pecs demanding the attention of every other bodybuilder in the gym, making the stud’s face grow bright red with embarrassment.

Trying to distract his friend, Jorge piped up. “So, what do you wanna do today?” he asked. “How about Leg Day?”

Over near the treadmills, he could see that familiar nerdy guy looking over at them, his eyes honing in on the top-heavy Mark before grinning.

Mark pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah, I was thinkin’ about doing chest,” he said before wincing and clearing his throat. “I mean, I think we should do Chest Day… er, I mean, I wanna work on growing my pecs.” Mark’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched as his body went rigid before walking over to the pec fly machine.

“Chest?” Jorge asked in disbelief. “Again?”

Regardless of how absurd doing chest for the thousandth time that month sounded, Mark still couldn’t stop his feet from walking towards the pec fly machine. His following friend was blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil the now top-heavy hunk was having. It was if his body was moving all on its own, without any control from Mark. Even when he’d said that he’d wanted to do Chest Day (again), he’d been horrified at how he’d been physically incapable of saying “Leg Day”. No matter how hard he’d tried to suggest a different muscle group, his tongue had seemed to have a life of its own, forcing the stud to say that he wanted to grow his already obscenely large pecs some more.

As the muscled hunk sat down on the bench and leaned back, he reached up and grabbed the handles of the machine, starting to perform heavy reps that made his massive pecs burn with power. 

Poor Mark was helpless as he did yet another Chest Day. He tried to call out to Jorge, who had simply shrugged and went to do legs, but his mouth refused to cooperate. The hunk gritted his teeth as he fought with all of his strength to stop working on his chest, but his body stayed put on the machine that was right in front of the mirror, showing the man how ridiculous he looked as he performed rep after rep. With each movement, his massive, inflated pecs spilled out of his tank top even more and bulged with power, completely engulfing his thick neck and making it look like the stud’s head rested directly atop the muscled mounds.

His heart raced in his bulging chest as his panicked eyes locked with the mischievous ones of the nerdy guy. Deep down he knew that it was impossible, but a voice in the back of his frenzied mind told him that the guy was somehow responsible. Mark thought back on the past few weeks of Chest Day, which had began ever since their chance encounter. He paled at the future image of himself going to the gym day after day, helpless to do anything but Chest Day— all the while his pecs would continue to grow larger and larger, looking ridiculous as they ballooned off his previously proportional body.

Eventually, Mark finished his workout, his pecs burning from the incredible pump they’d received.

“So,” Jorge began as he met back up with his friend in the locker room, drying himself off after his shower, “how was Chest Day?”

Mark kept his lips pursed in a thin line for a moment before sighing. “It was fine,” he relented, feeling defeated as he grabbed his t-shirt out of his locker. He struggled to slide the fabric over his huge chest, and when he had it on, he tried not to look at his reflection. Despite the t-shirt being two sizes larger than his usual size, his inflated pecs strained the thin fabric to bursting and his hard nipples poked noticeably against it. The collar had ripped slightly, showcasing the deep crevice of his chest. Due to the massive shelf his pecs had become, the bottom of the shirt was lifted above his belly button, looking more like a crop top.

“Well, maybe tomorrow we can do arms?” Jorge suggested, clapping the hunk on the shoulder.

“Sure…” Mark mumbled, wanting nothing more than to have his body be back in sync, but he knew deep down that tomorrow he’d be forced to do chest again, and his pecs would continue to pack on even more meat.

The top-heavy stud waddled out of the locker room and headed towards the exit, trying to ignore the looks his bouncing muscletits garnered. He passed by the nerd who smirked as he passed.

“Lookin’ good, Mark,” he smiled. “I told you that Chest Day would be a great focus for you. You have the biggest pecs of anyone in the gym!”

“Someone’s been working out their pecs a bit too much”

Find morphed pictures like these only for $1 and more on my Patreon.

Here’s a bonus bw sketch of the adoptable set @devon7601 had bought, which I had posted two weeks ago. Since Humo’s a demon he can change his body into all sorts of things and because his body by default is in a smoke/gaseous state he can easily enter and possess people’s bodies. Of course, he’s able to alter the person’s body without fully possessing them so they’re able to feel the growth going on and get off on the experience.

I bet this isn’t the first time Hugo has let himself get swollen to such a size~

Twink Death

CW: forced weight gain, hypnosis, nonconsensual, musk

Alex was enjoying the sensation of being filled. Josh’s thick cock was stretching him in all the right ways, but something felt off. His eyes fluttered open to see the dark figure leaning against his bedroom doorway.

“Cam!” Alex frantically shot upright, Josh’s frame turning to face the man in the doorway.

“Hi, Alex. So this is who you’ve been running to? I knew you were a size queen but this…”

“Cameron, it’s not what it looks like-“

“I was just coming by to pick up my stuff.”

Josh stepped in front of the fully clothed man, his naked body clearly meant to intimidate the twig in front of him. Cameron glanced between the heaving pecs in front of him, and the sprawled twink in the bed. Sweat was clearly glistening, running down the broad man’s body down to his- Cameron looked away.

“Clearly, his body is more satisfying to you. Is that what you always dreamed of? Or did you never feel like this when we were-? Nevermind. My books. Sorry.”

Josh intercepted hIm again, cock twitching slightly. Was he enjoying this? Bullying the poor cuck? 

“I don’t think now’s a good time, nard,” Josh spoke with a sneer. Oh, so he really was a bully.

Alex gave a frustrated whine, pitifully pleading, “Josh, please. I forgot he was coming by. Let him grab the box, and get out.”

Josh cocked his head slightly, then with a sweeping gesture, let Cameron pass into the room. Upon entering, Cameron was assaulted by the sweat and musk in the air. Bending down, he picked the box off of the floor, the books inside various tomes of magick and witchkraft. He sighed. His mind was racing.

“So, are you just waiting to watch the next round or…?” Josh taunted.

“Shut up, Josh,” Alex scolded. His eyes darted down to the books. A look of fear crossed his eyes. Cameron noticed. Well… it would be good, wouldn’t it. Curse them both.

“Sorry, lost in thought,” Cameron sighed.

“Please don’t, Cam. I’m sorry.”

“What?” Josh interrupted.

“Nothing,” Alex quickly muttered, “Just let him leave.”

Cameron looked down at the lithe figure sprawled on the bed. How many times had he caressed that body. He had become a top for that beauty. The perfect bottom, those luscious lips pulled in a pout. But potentially they had been too similar. And based on the hulk of man who’d just been going at him, Cameron was clearly never enough for Alex. Cameron pointed.

“You-”

“Cam, please!” Alex begged, drawing a pillow to himself.

“Will never cheat again. You will be obsessed with his musk. Whenever you smell it, you will want his cock in your throat, and his bush in your nostrils.”

“Yes.” Alex said, his eyes glazed slightly.

“Good.”

“Yo, what the fuck is going on,” Josh demanded, quickly crossing the room to grab Cam’s arm.

“You,” Cameron quickly said pointing at Josh, whose grip became slack almost immediately, “will treat him like a cock-sleeve. You will make yourselves massive for him. You will make yourself a muscular god to make him happy. Your balls will never be empty, you will always be horny. And you will make him fat on your cum.”

“Yes.” Josh’s eyes glazed over, and his balls fattening almost immediately. Cameron gave them a soft feel, they were the size of eggs. But they could be bigger.

“Whenever Alex gains ten pounds, your balls will get bigger by ten percent. You want to have the biggest balls you can have”

“Yes.”

“Have a good life you two.” And with that, Alex swept out of the room. The slam of the door broke the strange reverie.

“What was that?” Josh asked, his vision coming back into focus.

“Cameron cursed us I bet,” Alex groaned, “Probably something stupid, like we’ll never be able to avoid a hangover or something. That’s what he did to a one night stand one time.”

“Damn. He can do that?” Josh asked glancing at the twink. Alex’s body was beautiful, almost like he was carved from marble. But he could stand to gain a few pounds couldn’t he. His ass would look a little better with a little more heft. A little more jiggle. He moved closer to Alex.

“Yeah, he… what is that, mmmm, that smell. Is that you?” Alex breathed in hungrily, his nose like a bloodhound, sniffing out the source. It brought him down to Josh’s now flaccid penis. “It is you. God. You’re a beast. I need you. Josh, Daddy, ram your cock down my throat right now.”

“I feel like I ought to clean myself off first since- oh!” Josh bucked slightly as the twink buried his face into his crotch, “Oh, Daddy likes.” He grabbed Alex’s hair slightly, the urge to face fuck him taking over. He was horny. He was ravenous. And he wanted to fill the Twink with whatever he had. 

Alex was lost in the scent. He could feel his mouth aching and the bruise on his throat from the beating it was receiving from Josh’s cock. But he couldn’t stop, even as he felt the twitching pulse as Josh came down his throat. Josh’s balls were pulsing on his face, and the musk was driving Alex crazy. Almost immediately after he came, Josh was already pounding Alex’s throat again. The twink was his fleshlight, an object to be used and filled. And Josh was horny. He was ravenous.

The two passed out, hours of facefucking drawing all of their strength, fatiguing their bodies. The smell of sweat, and musk, and cum pervaded the air as the two fell into a deep sleep.

A few weeks later, Alex was noticing changes. His pants weren’t fitting quite as well. His belly had budged up a little. It must have been the change in diet. Josh had gotten really into bodybuilding again. He said he wanted to be massive for Alex, which made him blush remembering the way he growled it into his ear. Alex would have to start doing more exercise to make up for it, but it was hard to exercise with Josh. The moment he caught a whiff of the muscular man, he couldn’t help himself. The urge to drink him in was too much, so he had taken to just waiting for Josh to get home from the gym, so he could bury hsi face between the larger mans thighs. And Josh loved it. 

Almost a year later, the changes had really started to catch up. Alex was near the 300 pound mark. His lifestyle of gluttony had taken a toll on the slender twink’s body. What one was toned muscle was now a layer of flab. But his boyfriend was a  different story. Despite the near similar weight, his boyfriend was a beast. Nearly every inch was pure muscle, his body shook the ground when he moved. His biceps we mountainous peaks, his pecs were slabs of beef, and between the two was the beautiful armpits that Alex worshipped like a puppy, breathing in the intoxicating scent. Josh’s thighs were thick and corded, and Alex spent most of his time nestled between them, drinking the jock’s nearly endless supply of fresh cum.

“Drink up my little piggy” Josh said, emptying his balls down Alex’s throat for the eighth time this morning, “I want to make you a whale.”

Alex’s moaned around his boyfriend’s cock, the orange sized balls pulsing energetically. Alex hadn’t liked the nickname at first, but was coming around to it. He felt like a pig, a good pig with his face covered in cum. It felt like every drop of cum that was poured into him now was enough to keep him fed. He was stuffed, and he loved it.

It was three years later that Cameron finally dropped by again. The scent of the house made him gag at the doorstep. Wrapping a mask around his face, he knocked. 

“Come in” came a booming voice. Cameron opened the door slightly, and heard the heaving breathing and moving of weights down the hall. The house was a mess. It looked like the apocalypse had happened, cobwebs and dirt piled up everywhere. Empty takeout filled the table, and Cameron swore he even saw a rat sneak through the filth. He followed the sounds, but was stopped in the doorframe, and chuckling he leaned against it.

Inside was a massive man, clearly he had taken muscle growth to heart, His whole frame had blown up. It looked like he was struggling to move with how massive his body had become. His arms looked like gorillas, the musculature showed every vein, extending from two shoulders that deemed more like beachballs. They framed his head, where a thick beard hid most of his face and neck. His pecs were heavy; he was past slabs of beef, he was a whole bull waiting to be carved up. His waist tapered slightly, but the round gut he had showed he staring for strength, not for aesthetics. His thighs were tree trunks, but little more than could be said about them, because nestled between them was a mop of hair, furiously. Going to town on him.

The twink was gone, obliterated. In Alex’s place was a whale of human being, his throat seemed swollen from the sheer amount of cum he was constantly draining. Kneeling in front of his master, the former twink rested on his massive belly, his ass high in the air. Every inch of him was flab, soft and supple, too big to move. 

“So… looks like I was right. You didn’t cheat on him”

All that answered Cameron’s jeering was the muffled gags from Alex, and a deep sigh of release as Josh came again. Cameron walked around to view the handiwork. And like he imagined, Josh balls hang like two weights, solid watermelons, churning and pumping cum into the whale in front of him. The cycle now seemed permanent. Every time Josh came now, he was probably pumping a gallon of cum into his personal cock sleeve. It wouldn’t be much longer til the two were just growing each other constantly.

“I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking. But it looks like you’re happy like this.”

There was another sigh of release, and frantic gagging as Alex was pumped full again. Guess he really was a size queen.