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He screamed and cried, he had no idea what was going on and no way to escape his fate. Being toyed with while being taken over was not on his lists of ways to go out,
Trying out a new coloring method… fuck this looks so good. Probably try i this way again. (with a background next time)
He told him he’d let him come inside him.
Guess he got that in the end.
When lane 1 car and lane 3 car both merge into lane 2 and its like AHHHH oh yeah my bad you can go first lol
Epilogue after Reunion
The reunion went smooth as fuck everyone was so surprised that i changed into a rich and sexy stud. They don’t know that i took a cheat path by taking a stud’s body into myself.
Clean hair, ripped muscles, perfect beard, square jaw. But i felt something is missing. Deep down i wish i could be bigger. This might be the hidden wish of that person i absorbed long ago.
One day after work, i went to the gym. I’ve been a member and had a personal trainer before i steal a stud’s body. It was late at night and the gym was quiet. My personal trainer welcomed me. He was very surprised how my body changed so much in less than a year. He licked his lips, showing that he took interest in my body.
“I assume you took the infamous serum and taking someone’s body.” as he pushed me to an inclining bench and pulled my office tie.
Ah, he seemed familiar of the serum, then. I nodded in affirmation.
He gave me a quick kiss, “Naughty boy, let me give you a punishment for cheating.”
He took of my pants, using me as his fucktoy mindlessly.
“How do you fell, rich boy?! I really like you now... those muscles fits you... UGH... very fucking well. UNF..Fuck i... i might enjoying this more i did you last time!”
He fucked me through every hole i had. My mouth, my ass, his movements are wild as fuck i felt being ripped apart. He has trouble catching his breath while fucking. And i have nothing to do but moaning in pain and pleasure.
He pushed me back to the bench as he began fapping. He moaned hard and harder. He’s getting near to the climax.
“Ugh.. AAARGGHH... You like this man milk, rich guy. Tell you what, I’m offering you my own body to make you even more perfect!”
Did i hear that right? He offered his own body to be absorbed by myself!
“But no, i don’t want to be just absorbed... I wanted to become a part of your rich life. I want my mind, my memory, and my sanity intact. I wanted to live alongside you as a rich stud”
“But i... i don’t have the serum”
He laughed, as he cleaned himself off, “Don’t fret, i have the serum with me.”
He went off to his gym bag as he took 2 serum that has same color.
“This serum works differently that the original one. Instead the host absorbing another, this one literally merges two bodies while keeping their personalities intact, thus two minds in one body.”
He offered one of the serum to myself. I took off my office suit, as we went to the shower room together.
I kept looking at his shaft. I can feel it... It’s going to be mine soon... That manhood, strong veiny and manly...
He pushed me down to the floors as he unite our body into a much more perfect entity.
Our manhoods were colliding each other. Two treasures of studs merging together into a larger, stronger, and more virile weapon of man.
“Ohhhh... I can feel it, our body merging..!!!” He moaned as he kept pushing into myself.
His arms, his legs, his torso, it melts down into my own. My own body accepted the foreign power of man. Our lips met, our tongues wrestle, using little time to give deep kiss as our head meld together.
His knowledge, his memories, began to pour into my own. But his personality intact.
“I finally going to live with you, as a rich man” another voice echoed in my head.
As he finally melds into me fully, My body began to move. I pushed myself up into a standing position. My arm began to move on its own, as if it’s partially controlled by my personal trainer, he put his briefs into our own body...
But then another spark of pleasure rise up in every inch of our nerves. It’s having an AMAZING ORGASM... EVERYWHERE
AHHHH... AAAAAAGHHHHH... SUCH PLEASURE... It feels.. GREAT..!!! ARRRGHHHH
We arched our combined heads. Our pecs began to inflate with power. Veins surfacing on our abs, biceps. Our strength combined, becoming the true being of testosterone!
Spines grew longer, our body increased in height
Our shoulders grow larger, our frame grow wider in size
Our abs stacks to each other, forming an amazing, large eight pack.
We moaned so loud in amazing pleasure. It’s the greatest growth we never felt before!
One ripped man, and one hulking man, together they become a large, powerful beauty made from muscle.
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Suddenly our crotch felt really hot. As we feel blue inside our balls... The flaccid manhood began to grow enormously, two additional testicles were manifested into the scrotum. Forcing the briefs to grow obscenely large.
Slowly but surely the combined manhood forced upon our briefs, precums began flowing like crazy because all 3 sets of testicles working harder than normal.
Strange feeling flows up from our crotch into our pecs as our nipples grows and spurts out liquid. With a quick taste, it’s actually precum being shot.
The process was completed. A new, perfect man has stood in front of the mirror.
“We look amazing, isn’t it” As the voice from my personal trainer echoed through my mind.
“Indeed, we are.” As we flexed together our new large guns and posing a “most muscular” posture.
“I” took a new shot of myself in front of the mirror. Using it as the wallpaper of my smartphone.
Now I’m no longer the rich man, nor the personal trainer. But a new perfect entity of pure testosterone.
It is time to live together in harmony in form of perfect muscle. I pack all my things and wore my office suit.
Sadly, it seems i can’t button them. Because this combined body has larger frame and wider chest.
Oh well, might as go back home shirtless. At least my office pants is still wearable, albeit it’s too tight.
I might need new clothes, larger size.
This personal trainer named Thomas, lived happily alongside me. As two minds inside one perfect body.
As a man of strength, testosterone, virility, and of course... wealth.
Now, for a new selfie in my facebook.
I can’t wait to see my friends shocked upon my perfected handsomeness.
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The Graduation
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a plan for worldbuilding. Ever since I read some writings from @mrwavellswaps, I am compelled to make plots based on a single universe. This writing is mostly a worldbuilding, while linking past events related to the world itself. There's barely any smut, so you may skip it if you're into porn only content.
The serum was a phenomenal breakthrough in the history of mankind. I patented my findings with the familiar name most black market buyers call them, "The Absorption Serum". The process on making the serum is tedious, and it's considered my ultimate secret. The process, however, is known to the world. It's by mixing secret synthetic chemicals, and they undergo process of particle accelerator. The container used isn't plastic, it's a type of special alloy custom made for myself through extensive research.
My extensive, 7 years of research has finally borne fruit. The very first prototype was stolen from me by a high school soccer jock. How did I know? He happened to live near my apartment. One day he came back with larger body. I've seen him on the apartment pool almost everyday. He flaunts his manhood, so visible in his speedo. A few days before, there was a missing student, and he's a soccer jock from the same school he did.
It was a mistake I won't repeat. I moved my research to an inconspicuous building. I sold my stable prototype to a student, who worked really hard finding my Identity. Of course, I sold the serum under a pseudonym. He believed he bought the serum through a third party.
Few days after that, in a random day when I was buying a coffee, I met his father. Or rather, his father met me. His son offers himself to be absorbed, thus, his father on only regains his youth, but also his son's memories. He knew I was the person "his son" bought the serum for. His name was David. And he wanted to help selling those serum to the right person. I revealed my identity as the serum's inventor, and we made a deal.
He sold those serum to a few people. A firefighter, a salaryman, a magazine model, some random gay couple, even a pro bodybuilder.
You see, the absorption serum actually excites the mitochondria in every single cell. It adds a few extra commands to the DNA/RNA that exists within the body. When mitochondria gets excited, body temperature raises. This is why anyone who uses the serum knows their body is "ready to absorb" because on how every cell in the body sends messages to the brain. More like an instinctual message.
Of course, not all customers are worthwhile. One time David sold the prototype to the wrong person. This person absorbed a lot of men, and got too greedy, wanting to be the "ultimate being".
Moron thinks he could outdo me and absorb me. Thankfully, by thinking ahead, I made a fail-safe serum that is permanent flowing inside my veins.
Should anyone try to absorb me, the cells will send message to my brain, causing my brain to go into stasis, like vegetative state.
Brain cells works differently than other cells in the body. Body cells has protein, DNA/RNA, mitochondria. Brain cells while seems the same as other body cells, it actually has higher count of mitochondria. But the most important thing, it's connected to nerve cells, where all brain cells are interconnected to each other.
When my brain goes into stasis, the absorber cannot absorb any of my memories. It's as if they're absorbing an empty dummy. However, the cells will keep absorbing each other and connecting the nerve cells together.
The exciting part? Is the one after that. The moment "Mr Moron's" body cells, including brain cells, absorbs mine, my brain mitochondria gets activated. it will cause a sudden brain cell shock that overwhelms the absorber's. Imagine sleeping in a dark room, and somebody turned on an extremely bright flashlight. His mind and personality completely breaks, giving all his body and knowledge to me, the inventor.
As of now, the Absorption Serum has gone public, thanks to the person who tested my stable build of the serum. How does this invention revolutionize the world? I'll keep journal on the progress.
As of now, I think the serum as a key to immortality. You see, when you absorb a younger person, your cells will revitalize and you can live a lot longer. Thanks to that, the world's population growth triples.
Small Wang No More
My name is Wang. Ever since high school, I’m used to be the butt joke in PE class.
“Small Wang! Small Wang!”
It’s frustrating, depressing, and stressful, their bully that is. No teachers were doing anything, since the bully weren’t physical. I prove them wrong by studying hard and being the top of the class. I even aced Harvard, for F sake.
Still, this 4 inches of mine never changed. No matter how I tried to change it.
Curse my parents and grandparents. Father is known to have a slightly bigger manhood, yet still below average. Grandfathers from both side were guilty on both accounts.
That is, until the public release of “Absorption Serum”. The serum became an urban legend since a pro bodybuilder used it to win a competition. It’s a damn chore to preorder one. The company requires bullcrap essay writing and background check.
Thankfully, my order was a priority. I don’t know how or why. I need this “Small Wang” joke to end.
What I did, was ordering a body therapist from Grinder. I ordered a twunk with erect size over 8 inches. A double plus massage, absolutely with sex. They’re pricey. But the price doesn’t matter when they’re going to be absorbed.
30 minutes before the twunk arrive. I inject myself with the serum. The serum is active the moment my body feels hot. And the absorption process begin when my body gets in contact with male semen.
I’d better not F this up.
The first twunk arrived. Oh my, lookin at that conspicuous bulge inside his joggers was a huge turn on.
“Hey there!” the friendly twunk smiles. As every therapist does, good service ensures continuous orders. And I’ll be his last customer.
I have to admit, his massages are phenomenal. The touches, the presses, all the kinks and knots on my body is done by a professional. I’m surprised, I thought Grindr sex therapist are just empty therapist that sells d1cks.
Time passes, and the sex happened. By that time, my body temperature goes warm. The serum is now in effect. All I need, is asking him to shoot his load in me.
He turned my body around, facing up. Those toned pecs, visible abs. My fingers were touching every contour of his muscles. My mind screams impatiently. Imagine all my clothes fitting those muscles. I might as well be shirtless forever.
Each thrusts goes with purpose. He truly is meant for maximum experience. My prostate is being abused to maximum. My heating body, low blood temperature, and the edge of orgasm puts my mind close to whiteness.
“Do it, come in me,” I ragged. I just want this body now.
He came, he grunts, he moans, it was really loud. We stayed there, connected for a few seconds. I felt some sort of tingling around my anus.
It was when he tried to pull out, something was wrong. He looked down, and notices a lot of veins coming out from his dick, and into the skin around my anus.
“Wh... what is happening?” he stammered out, in shock.
“Don’t worry,” I cooed, rubbing my fingers on his chest. There was a faint touchy feeling, as if I’m caressing my own chest.
“Nothing is wrong”
The therapist tried to scream for help. Thank my soundproofed room, no one heard us. I need to silence him. I threw my head to his, interlocking our lips, and gave him a tight embrace.
Mineminemineminemineminemineminemine!!!!
Every part of his body started sinking into own, like a prey fell to a sandpit. I can feel faint heartbeats from his own. At first, it was beating hard, and fast. Adrenaline are pumping endlessly into his bloodstream. Then, his heartbeat starts to slow down, matching my own. His overproduce of adrenaline rush flows into my own through the merged veins.
I feel HIGH. The fight and flight response, combined with an extreme orgasmic high.
Our lips produces muffled screams. His in terror, and my in pure ecstacy.
This body... IT’S MINE!
That word repeats in my mind like a mantra
Our body coalesce, throbbing with the rhythms of our heartbeat. Until I’m the only one standing, well, lying down on the bed.
I writhe, the numb pain on my body, bones creaking, muscles straining. I can hear the strong heartbeat within myself. I must endure, because the manhood of my dreams is coming.
And that’s when it happened. I feel a certain pull on my crotch. I looked down. An erection growing even more erect. New veins pumping, revealing itself to the growing pride. And a slight hair growing from the base of my crotch, to my bellybutton.
“Ohhh.... OHHHH!!!!” I screamed to the top of my lungs, alone.
The manhood is just the beginning. I feel pumping, throbbing on my chest. They’re flexing on their own, and growing slowly like an inflated balloon. My forearms, biceps, thighs, follows suit on growing thicker.
Shoulders popping out, hard as a bowling ball. Abs, popping out like cobblestones, more veins pumping itself and revealing it’s glory throughout my body.
Throb.... throb.... throb..
The pulsing has ended, the throbbing finished. I stood up and walk towards the mirror.
Perfection.
My hands began to reach those chest. It was a very delicate touch, just like what the therapist did. Turns out I also absorbed his knowledge. I know many things about the person’s past, knowledge, and most importantly, on how to touch and massage men into orgasm.
Of course, the bulge. The new manhood that perfected my new perfect body. It will be a sight that greets me every single morning.
I’ll be making sure to milk you every day and night.
And from now on, no more Small Wang.
AUTHORS NOTE: Please, pardon the terrible joke.
Horizons
It was some fuck shit, man. Hiding behind a dumpster, pantin' through my balaclava... I can't believe that little shit ratted on me to the fuckin' cops. Picture this. I'm in that fucker's car, a beautiful Aston Martin, just about done hotwiring it. I was literally three fuckin' seconds away from getting the hell out of there, with a sick new ride. But no, that stupid fuckin' rat let me in the gate, watched me hop in the car, and then called the fuzz. Thought he'd be able to just pocket the two grand I paid him off with, but believe me. Karma is a bitch.
So by the time I had the car ready to go, I hear the fuckin' pigs squealin' at me. The whole nine yards, man. Guns drawn, "put your hands up," blah blah blah. Fuck that shit. I took the fuck off, hoppin' over the fence and just cutting through people's backyards. Man, they had a whole perimeter set up. Cops on every major street corner, watchin for my big bird lookin' ass decked out in black. On a side note, I looked hot as fuck by the way. Not gonna lie, the kicks were fresh as fuck. But either way, there was no way I was gonna get back to the docks without being seen. So I had to fall back onto plan B.
I snuck through alleys, hid behind trashcans and corners, but I knew my trashy ass apartment was just around the corner. Plus, if that little fucker told them who I was, they'd be looking for Thiago Zapata at his place, right? Only thing is, I wasn't gonna go to my place. I moved into the building like three months ago, so I got to know the neighbors pretty alright. The old lady across the hall, the streetracer to the left, and to the right were Chase & Aidan. Two little cocksuckers. Aidan was alright, built like a fuckin' blonde twig but always real happy and nice. He was cool, but his man was another story. Chase was one of those little trust fund bitches, thinkin' they own everything, thinkin' you should be thankful to just be around them... I made all my money snatchin' shit from fuckers just like him. Always lookin' me up and down, questioning my swag, complaining about the smoke, complaining about the music; bro, he literally came up and was like "Do you bathe? I can smell you from next door." Fuckin' bitch ass. I decided then and there, if a plan should ever go wrong, I now had a plan B.
So as I bolted across the street, hiding stiff as a board behind a tree, I finally made it to the shithole that was my building. No cops outside yet, but from the sirens I knew they were on the fuckin' way. I checked my phone, seein' the time was just before 10 PM. The universe was on my side that night man, I guess it was as fuckin' fed up with Chase as I was. I got upstairs and hid in the janitor's closet right between my door and theirs, and I waited. I knew he always came home late from whatever the fuck he did every Saturday night, and that Aidan would be sitting there waiting for him like a lil' puppy. I almost felt bad for the guy. Not knowing what it's like to stick your dick in some good fuckin' pussy, and then for the guy you give it up for to be such a piece of shit. I'm doing him a favor, bro.
I heard the footsteps comin' up the stairs, so I opened the door just a crack, in case it was the fuckin' pigs about to break into my place. But no, there he was in that whack ass outfit, lookin' like he lived at Abercrombie & Fitch, struttin' down the hall probably drunk as shit. I waited for him to get close to the closet, and just as he stumbled right in front of the door, I got him. Left hand around the mouth, right arm around the neck. He thought he could wriggle out of the whole thing, but man was it easy to drag the little fucker into my apartment and lock the door. He could barely stand up, sniveling like the little weasel he was, but when I took off my mask his face turned from fear to rage.
"I knew it. I knew this is the kind of street trash you are. Is that why the cops are circling the block every five seconds?" I didn't say shit. I just kicked off my J's, and tossed my bag onto the floor. "See, this is why we need border control, so thugs like you can get shipped back to Mexico. Fucking fence jumper." I stripped my hoodie, wouldn't need it for what I was about to do.
"Bruh, you know I'm from fuckin' Colombia. You know that. Racist little pendejo." That little shit scoffed at me. Rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone. Man, I smacked that shit out his hands real fuckin' quick. "Be a good little cumdump and shut the fuck up. Turn around, bitch!" I spun him around and pushed his bitch ass against the wall, but before I could do what I needed to, that little fucker spat on my face.
"Hope you like Guantanamo, amigo." I was like, nah, fuck this shit. I'm not takin' that from a 5'9 rich, racist gringo. He was gonna be tight as fuck, but I've been in tighter squeezes. I got his pants by the belt loop, and yanked 'em down. He wriggled his ass in my face, as if he was gonna get lucky tonight. Heh, I guess he did. Just like I did back in New Orleans, I squatted down, put my hands together, and in I went with a wet squelch. "What the fuck?!"
I looked at his stretched hole, swallowing my arms up to my fuckin' elbows. I couldn't help but smile as I started to wriggle up into him. His bitchin' quickly turned into moanin', as my arms squeezed up in him, and my head started to sink into the hole. I slithered up inside him, my shoulders, my lats... it got easier as we got down to my waist, enough for my hands to feel inside of his shoulders. I pushed 'em down, my thick arms stretching his skin as I slipped his hands on like gloves. Feelin' the cold drywall beneath his fingers, the sweat pouring from his pores... they were mine now. So as much as I wanted this little fuck to suffer, I was feelin' generous that night. My arms were already in his, so it was easy to just hold the top of his curly haired head and thrust mine up his throat. I could hear his gurgles as he tried to moan in pleasure, but within a couple of seconds, I felt the top of my head pressin' against the roof of his mouth. One more little push, and it gave way. My head slipped into his in the blink of an eye.
I used his hands to tug on his face, makin' sure everything was sittin' where it needed to sit. Didn't wanna be lookin' like the bug guy from Men in Black, you know what I'm sayin'? Took a minute, had to shove my tongue into his, make sure my eyes lined up, get my ears inside his; feelin' my hoops rip through his skin, I opened my new mouth and breathed in. Man, I had to smile, lickin' his lips and lookin' down. Fuck I'm glad his arms stretched enough for mine, the lil' cocksucker needed a bit of meat on him. My pecs filled out his skinny lil' chest, my ink already seepin' up to the surface of his skin. But at that point he looked like a puppet, man. I'm up in the top half, but my ass and legs are stickin' out his hole.
I flexed my abs, feelin my fat ass squeezin' in, my cock and balls slurpin' in... Bro, his twiggy little butt got big real fuckin' quick when my cheeks inflated into his. My thighs and calves quickly slipped in, only leavin' my big ass feet stickin' out his ass. I smirked with his cocky lil face.
"Aww. I forgot to bathe, bro. My bad." Shit, his voice sounded good on me. Can't imagine he'd be into the feet he complained about stinkin' so fuckin' much squeezin' into his tight lil' body. Not that he was gonna be complainin' anymore, anyway. They were a bit sweaty, so all I had to do was jerk my knees up a bit and in they went. I pushed my legs down into his, watchin' with a big ass smile on my face as I saw my feet beneath his the skin of his tiny lil' legs slippin' down. My toes reached the base of his heel, and just like puttin' on a pair of sneaks, I shoved those big ass puppies up into his. His feet were all wriggly and warpy as they stretched out, but quickly those lil size 8's were my size 13's, ripe stink and all.
I stood up straight, watching as his lower body stretched upward, going from 5'9 to 6'3 as my quads and calves filled his to the fuckin' brim. Man, it was like puttin' on skinny jeans. I don't fuck with that shit, but here we are. The tightest pair of pants ever. I looked at his groin, all fucked up and not aligned. I smirked, my favorite part. I grabbed his cock, pulling it out as far as it would stretch, farther than it should stretch; just enough for me to push my cockhead to the base of his shaft. Bruh, when I tell you it's like slippin' your babymaker into a fleshlight, I fuckin' mean it. I got hard right then and there, bro. As my big meaty cock pushed into his, it got thicker as it went further, slurpin' into the little cocksleeve it was, until my musky 9 incher had completely filled his. Tuggin' a bit more on his dick skin to gimme my foreskin back. One final snap of the skin, and a bit of ball shufflin' and I was fuckin' in.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Police, open up!" I turned, smirkin'. Too late, porkers. I picked up my black hoodie, slippin' it on over his torso, pulled on some sweatpants and slipped my big puppies back into my J's. I walked over to the door, and swung it wide with a grin on my face. Two cops were outside, starin' me down with confusion. "Uh, good evening, sir. Is this Thiago Zapata's domicile?" I pretended to be all confused, cockin' my head a bit.
"Uh, yeah, man. I'm watchin' it while he's gone. He said he was gonna be in Cartagena for a couple of weeks or whatever. I'm the neighbor." The dumbasses just nodded, scribblin' in their dumb lil' notepads.
"And what's your name, sir? First and last, please." Not a moment too soon, I felt his memories start to slink into my head. I smirked.
"Chase Hightower. I live with my boyfriend in 2C, next door." They wasted like fifteen more minutes gettin' all up in my business, askin' all their questions... I just smiled and nodded, using Chase's memories to give them all the answers they were looking for. Finally they gave up trying to get in, sayin' they were gonna get a warrant or whatever. "That's totally fine, bro. I'll be next door whenever it comes through. Oh, and I just gotta say, Thiago's a good dude. Real nice guy, fine as fuck too. Gotta be some kind of mistake." I had to throw that in, this little shit would be tellin' them all sorts of fake shit about me, none of it good. But as they stomped off, I closed the door and threw my fist up in the air. "FUCK YEAH! NICE TRY MOTHERFUCKERS!" I collapsed onto my couch, takin' a breather before his most recent memories started to get clearer. Aidan was sitting next door, waiting for him to show up.
I had to keep up appearances, after all. So I just grabbed a couple of my things: clothes n' shit, all my kicks, my weed and papers, some cash, and a couple of condoms. Chase was a good lookin' kid before, but with me in there, I'm gonna have girls slobberin' all over this dick! Hah! I got it all in a couple of bags, picked up his phone I'd swatted to the ground, and headed over to Chase's apartment. I opened the door and the place was fuckin' immaculate man. Clean, fancy furniture, smellin' like Febreeze... Damn, we'll see how long this takes to fuck up.
"CHASE!" I turned, seeing Aidan with his arms crossed, tappin' his foot on the kitchen floor. He was fuckin' pissed. "Where in the fuck have you been? There's cops everywhere!" The cops may not have known Chase, but Aidan sure as fuck did. I had to really use his memories to play it off, but man, I'm always slippin' through the mask.
"Ahh, babe. It's my bad. Got stuck in traffic or... whatever. I'm so..." A memory surfaced then and there. The memory of why Chase was so late that night, of why he came home late every fuckin' Saturday night. It was fuzzy at first, but as it got clearer, I saw him fuckin' some dude raw across town. Every weekend, steppin' out on this poor kid, just to dump his load into some lil twink and come home to pretend nothin' was wrong. Fuck, this guy was shit. "I'm... sorry. Won't happen again, babe. I promise you that."
Right off the bat, I knew he saw something was wrong. I don't know if it was delayed reaction, or if he was just so fuckin' pissed he didn't see it at first... But he definitely saw it then. His boy wasn't over 6'0 before. His boy wasn't dressin' in black hoodies and Jordans. His boy wasn't stacked from hours every day at the gym. But now... he was.
"You look off. What have you been doing? Are you on steroids?" I kept searching through Chase's memories to find something to use to diffuse a very pissed off Aidan. Eventually, I found it. I smirked, leaning my arm against the wall and crossing my ankles.
"What, babe? You liking what you're seein'? You been askin' for me to play bad boy for months now, well tonight's your night, bro." His demeanor immediately shifted from rage to nervousness. "Yeah, just like Thiago next door, right? You love it when he gets home all sweaty and jacked, smellin' like a locker room. You like it when you hear him poundin' babes all night long on the other side of the wall. You wanted him to step on your face and make you lick his feet and suck his big smelly cock..." I groped my bulge through the sweats, watching as his eyes went down to my throbbin' package. The kid was sweet, man he had a thing for me. Little did he know he had the real deal in front of him.
"I... Why now? You said he was dirty and disgusting and you'd never be like him..." I grinned, pushin' off the wall to strut over to him. He leaned against the counter as I put my arms on either side of him, pushing my new body right up against his. I could feel his lil' cock throbbin' against mine. It was... I don't know, man, it was cute the way he was blushin' lookin' at me.
"Yeah, maybe I like dirty and nasty, now. 'Cuz I know you like dirty and nasty..." I put my hand on his bulge, squeezing rough. He moaned, lettin' out a soft whimper. "Yeah, babe. How's bout you let Thiago take care of you tonight, babe. Go to the bedroom and strip for me." He sat there for a second, I guess he was thinkin' or whatever, but it didn't take long for a smile to show up and for him to run into the bedroom. I couldn't help but laugh, bro. It was so cute. There's somethin' so feminine about the guy, kinda reminds me of my ex. I guess guys could be femme too, maybe I could get with that. Fuck, why not. I was like, I'm gonna be in here for a long time, might as well get some tail in while I'm here.
I walked into the bathroom, pullin' off my sweatshirt and lookin' into the mirror for the first time. The chest ink is all done, his skin forever gonna be branded with my tatts. I pull out his phone, typing in my bro's number with the crew. I snap a pic of my sweaty, sexy new gringo bod, and send it to him.
"Layin' low for a minute, O. Pigs got me all fucked up. Still down for jobs, tho." I smirked, pressin' send, and walkin' out into the dark bedroom. Aidan was bare-ass naked, his legs up in the air and a surprisingly juicy lil' ass beggin for this dick. His hole puckered as he whimpered for it. Man, somethin' snapped in me that night, bro. It just looked so fuckin' nice... such a perfect, tight lil cum dump... and he was literally beggin' for it. I growled as I pushed my sweats to the ground, my briefs fallin' with them. Struttin' over to him, my J's squeakin' on the wood floors, I'm just ready to stick that drippin' musky rod inside him before he chirps up.
"Wait..." I look down at him, leaning over the top of him with a wolfish grin. "Can we... can we do the thing..." I knew exactly what he was talkin' about. Chase was such a fuckin' prude he'd never do it for the kid, but with me in the driver's seat, this thirsty lil guy was gonna get a whole new side of his man. I grinned as I pulled off one of my Jordans, holding it just below my face to take a quick sniff. Man, I'd been runnin' in these all night, liftin' in these every day, it stank of my ripe ass feet, and he'd been dreamin' of that funk ever since I moved in.
I slammed the sneaker down over his nose, spitting on my pre-slicked cock before thrusting my length into his puckering hole. I fucked that kid hard, just like I'd fucked Lizzie, Aisha, Carmen, & Mina. He moaned and sniffed over and over again as I slipped in and out of his hole. Aidan was a thirsty lil twink, he wanted a hard masculine guy to fuck him like a toy, and Chase just wasn't up for the fuckin' job. But man, feelin' my slimy dick ramming into his tight ass was like fuckin' the tightest pussy I've ever had. He was better than the last two weeks of girls combined. His hand took over holding the sneaker on his face, lettin' me grab ahold of his lil' dick and pump. I guess my sweaty hands were doin' it for him, as his moans got louder. He started thrustin' into my palms as I fucked him silly.
"Yeah, babe. You been wantin' Thiago's smelly dick all up inside you haven't you?" *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* "Ahh fuck yeah, babe. Let me take care of you, babe." *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* I felt my balls start to quake, feelin' my knees get all wobbly... It was comin' "Fuck yeah, you want this load inside you, baby?" He whimpered nose deep in my sneaker, I could hear him groaning a quiet 'mmmmhmmmm'. That's all I ever need to hear, baby. I only ever need a yes.
"AaaaaaaaAGH!" I felt my balls jolt, and my load went bursting into him. Once, Twice, Three times, Four times, Five times... just wave after wave of my splooge just rushin' into that twink ass. Fuck! I hadn't cum like that before. Ever! Dribblin' off at 7 shots of my batter deep into him, and he shot his own lil load onto my hand. I kept strokin, grinning from ear to ear hearin' his whiny ass gettin' all 'ahhhhhhh' and 'oooooooooooo'... Hah! Damn, the kid was a natural. I pulled my snake out of him, my load drippin' out of his gaping hole.
I fell onto the bed next to him, panting and sighing. I turned my head, laughin' seein my sneaker still sittin' upside down on his face. Pulling it off, I got to see his smiling face, glistening with sweat. For my first time with a dude, Aidan gave a lot of girls a run for their money. He turned to me, chuckling under his panting breath. Wantin' to give him a bit of a show, I brought the Jordan to my nose, takin' a quick whiff and sighing in satisfaction. Ripe n' funky, but if it does it for ya, you can get as much as you want. Dropping it on the floor, I could tell he was still shocked.
"What happened to you?" He smiled and laughed, and I felt myself grinning from his happy little laughs.
"I'm a new man for you, babe. I can stick around if you want?" I winked at him, and he smiled; nodding and cuddlin' up against my sweaty muscles. I hadn't done what they call 'aftercare' before, but I learned a lot that night. Aidan likes to be all snuggled up, sweet and complimentary, talkin' about his day and what he was thinking and feeling... It was different, and honestly kinda nice. Maybe this wouldn't be as much of a fuckin' drag as I thought it would be. I turned to the nightstand, seein' my phone light up and vibrate. Omarion.
I picked it up as he started to nod off, seein' that my bro had texted back. Opening the text, it was just a location and a time. I knew what that meant. Tomorrow night, meetin' up at the docks. I nodded and put the phone onto the charger, and started gettin' to puttin' my stuff into my new closet.
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I woke up the next morning, the smell of cum still hangin' in the air. I stretched and sighed, winkin' at myself in the mirror before hoppin up to my feet. I went into the living room, seein' the balcony door open. I smiled, seein' a memory of Aidan drinkin' his coffee out there on the couch. So, I went and got him a glass of his cold brew, and walked out there, seein' him quietly reading a book. I looked at him and immediately saw he was decked out in my threads: my tank, my jeans, my chucks, my chains... and honestly it looked good on him.
"What you doin' out here without your coffee?" He looked up from his book, and smiled.
"You never bring me my coffee! Thanks, Chase!" I grinned hearing that name, handing him his cold brew and plopping down on the seat across from him. He sipped it, tossing it back like a bachelorette downing tequila shots. He smacked his lips and hummed, but looked up at me with a weird look. "Last night was hot as fuck."
"Yeah, baby. It was hot. You got real into it, bro." He raised his eyebrow a bit, putting his drink down on the balcony ledge.
"What happened to you? You never answered me last night. What's changed?" He waved his hand up and down, pointin' at my chest, my arms, my abs, my feet, my height... "You did not look like this yesterday morning." I sat there for a second, thinkin' about what the fuck I was gonna say. I couldn't tell him, of course. But I needed a better answer than 'oh, I'm using your boyfriend's body as a disguise to hide from the cops.'
"I can tell you if you really wanna know, babe. Or, I could just show you. But, gimme a day or so." He looked at me for what seemed like a long ass time, but in the end, he smiled and nodded.
"Tomorrow morning, Chase. One day to explain." Bullet dodged. For now, at least. I now had a day to figure out what to do. The guy was like, a genuinely good dude. I'm not gonna fuck the kid over, or slip out of his boyfriend to show him he got his wish havin' the Colombian Neighbor fuck him. "Anyway, it's Sunday. And I got you for the whole day." He grinned, rubbing his hand on my thigh.
For the next ten hours, it was like hanging out with one of my bros. Playin' video games, cookin' food, I even got the little guy to take a rip from the bong. He was hackin' up a lung, and I laughed my ass off, but fuck is Aidan a good dude to kick back with. I was really starting to dig him; the vibes were on point, he's funny as fuck, interested in cool things... The more time I spent with him, the more I really liked the guy. If anything, it made me that much more fuckin' pissed that a racist little fuck like Chase was steppin' out on him behind his back. This is the kind of dude you have at home, and you're puttin' your dick in someone else? Like, far be it for me to have much to say about serial fuckin', but Aidan didn't deserve that. At all.
I decided then and there, as long as I was pilotin' Chase, he was gonna be the man that Aidan had always wanted, and the man he deserved. It wasn't even gonna be that hard, man. Just bein' myself, the vibes were electric. Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought. Laughin', puttin' my arm around him as he played Legend of Zelda or whatever, I don't know it just felt right. So by the time the sun went down, it felt like it had only been twenty minutes. I looked up at the clock on the oven, seein' it sayin' that it was almost 9 PM.
"Hey, babe. I'm gonna run to the store, you want me to get you anything?" He barely looked up from the game, just turnin' his head a little bit.
"Ice cream. Pistachio. Love you." I laughed, ruffling his blonde locks before hoppin' up, and slippin' my J's back on. I made sure his eyes were plastered on the screen before slipping heat into my pants, and headed toward the door.
"Be right back, bro." He just waved behind him, not so much as glancin' at me. I snickered, and felt the butterflies in my stomach flutterin' around. Fuck, I was gettin' in deep. I opened the door, and made my way out into the hall. The police had tape all around my old apartment, doin' all their searches and fingerprintin'. Fuckin' fools. I turned and walked down the steps, grinning from ear to ear.
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The docks were empty at that time of night, no one's around past 8. So walking straight up to warehouse 7 was a breeze. I reached in through the broken glass on the door, turning the knob from the inside and walkin' in. The blue lights were barely lighting anything, but in the far side of the empty room, I saw my boy smokin' his blunt. Still decked out in his diamonds and gold.
"Bruh, I gotta tell you. I ain't been a gay before, but this shit ain't too bad!" He looked up at me, nearly bursting into laughter at the gringo struttin' up in my clothes.
"Fuck, bro! Now I know that ain't Thiago up in that white boy." I smirked, bowing like the drama queen Chase used to be before slappin' Omarion on the shoulder.
"The one and only, bro. Pretty wild, right?" He laughed, passing me the blunt. I took a quick hit, lettin' out the rings I'm known for in our crew. That seemed to set his questions at ease.
"Motherfucker that is you! I'm out here dodgin' feds and pigs right and left, and you're over there squeezin' into fags." That word hit differently now, I felt my smile fade the moment it left his lips.
"Yeah, man. Snatched this little racist homewrecker in the hall. His boyfriends pretty tight, though."
"Him or his hole?" Omarion started to laugh, and I couldn't stop myself from shoving him against the wall. I'd caught him off guard, puttin' my arm against his neck.
"Don't be talkin' about him like that. Aidan's alright. Got it?" Omarion snickered, and then burst out laughing.
"Bruh, you in deep with this. Aight, aight! I ain't got nothin' against the gays, man. You know that." I let him off the wall, steppin back before taking another hit off the blunt. "So..." He awkwardly muttered. "Got a little hidey-hole for me?"
I turned to him, lettin' out a cloud of smoke in his face. No way I was gonna put up Aidan as his personal safe house. But thinking about it for just a second, a smirk crawled across my face. Perhaps that little shit Chase had been fuckin' on the side may come in handy after all.
So last week was my birthday, and a few of the guys at my party decided to merge with my underwear as a birthday gift. Theres still room for more people if more people want to jump in or lowkey if you want to put people against their will in there thats fine too. All you gotta do is make contact with my undies. Only catch is EVERYONE has to agree to stop being merged to set everyone free. Its been a week and my 20 or so friends are still in here so it can be a while. But these are my favorite pair of undies, so I won't be taking you guys off until you guys unmerge yourselves.
Hi I heard you were taking requests and I was hoping to throw one in. I just broke up with my boyfriend recently because I met his OTHER boyfriend, so it would actually cheer me up to get a good revenge story on a cheater. Please and thank you! Love your work, btw!
A/N: Real quick, I am so sorry to hear about that! I’ve been cheated on, a’plenty. It sucks, so let’s mess with some asshole.
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Lonnie opened up the apartment door, smiling coyly as his boyfriend’s best friend, Bruce, sauntered inside. “Hey there,” he grinned as the toned jock entered the apartment.
The two of them had been hooking up for months now behind Darren’s back. It had started out as a drunken mistake at first, but then it became a second time, then a third, and now they were full on fuck buddies. Lonnie never told Darren that he was fucking his best friend behind his back, mainly because he liked dating the nice guy who was always quick to keep the apartment clean and to buy him something that he’d think he’d like. It was the best of both worlds, in Lonnie’s head: He got to have a doting boyfriend while he got to fuck the brains out of the university’s captain of the soccer team.
“How long do we have?” Bruce asked, already yanking his polo off to expose his toned chest with his chiseled abs.
“He has pharmacology class today,” Lonnie answered, hungrily running his eyes up and down the other guy’s physique, “so we should have three hours.”
Not wasting anymore time, the two studs embraced and began to feel up the other’s toned muscles. Bruce yanked Lonnie’s shirt off and tongued his perky nipples, enjoying how he made his best friend’s boyfriend moan loudly, turning him into putty with one touch. Lonnie’s strong hands slipped into the back of Bruce’s skinny jeans, kneading the stud’s bubblebutt, growing hard himself as he began to look forward to fucking it raw.
His eight inches rock hard, Lonnie playfully shoved the jock back onto the sofa, pouncing. He lusted after Bruce’s abs (something Darren didn’t have), licking at the muscled ridges as he traveled up the jock’s toned chest.
Bruce let out a low moan as the other hunk bit down on his nipple, his head rolling back as his body was taken over with pleasure. His six inches was painfully hard, being confined in his jeans and he struggled to undo the button in his sexual haze.
Lonnie worked his way to Bruce’s mouth, the two of them heatedly making out as they ground their toned bodies together, their pecs and abs jostling against the other’s. The sweat on their chests was already thick, making their skin stick a little bit.
The movements of their chests rubbing up against each other’s started to slow down, the stickiness of their sweat starting to grow in intensity.
“Wait,” Bruce moaned, placing his hands on Lonnie’s shoulders. “Turn on the A/C or something.”
Lonnie shook his head. “Don’t got one,” he panted, feeling like whenever he’d sit down in his car’s leather seats during the summer, his skin feeling like it was getting glued to the other stud. It was feeling a little uncomfortable. “Let me open up the window.”
The hunk tried to push himself off of the couch, but he felt weighed down, like Bruce was holding onto him. He glanced down, his jaw dropping when he stared at their chests.
“What the fuck?!” Lonnie panicked as he stared down at the way his pale and Bruce’s tan skin had seemingly rushed together. With shaking hands, he poked at the fusion sight, his heart dropping when he felt no seam at all. The two of them had somehow become attached, their different skin tones evening out where they met.
Bruce was stunned silent, unable to say a word as he stared down in horror at the way his abs had been completely engulfed by his fuck buddy’s. Fear spiking through him, he tried to shove Lonnie away from him. “Dude, get off me!” he shouted, whimpering when he felt his own body being jerked around from the motion.
“Wh-what’s happening?” Lonnie cried when the stickiness increased, and a force seemingly yanked him in closer to Bruce’s body. Panic immediately began to take a backseat to the immense pleasure he felt as his body slowly merged with Bruce’s.
Both studs couldn’t hold back the moans of pure ecstasy as their muscles combined, feeling as if they were having the deepest penetrating fuck of their lives. Their chest finished molding, each one having one of their arms merged completely. Their asses were next, their new combined one being a little firmer and rounder as both of their muscles seemed to pile on top of each other instead of being diminished. Even Lonnie and Bruce’s cocks merged together, their previously sizes adding up to create a long fourteen inch monster that was as thick as a beer can. Each former respective part of their bodies retained its normal hue, yet the middle mixed together to create a seamless blend of the two young men. The only attributes left untouched were the stunned jocks’ heads, which now sat side by side atop broadened shoulders.
“Unnghh!” both of them grunted in tandem as their shared cock jerked and unleashed a large amount of cum that squirted up high into the air, only to fall back on their shared chest.
Once the orgasmic bliss started to fade, the altered studs began to panic again, each one using the arm that he controlled to feel around their combined body in disbelief. No matter where they touched, both of them experienced the sensation, especially in their larger, shared cock, which appeared to have double the sensitive nerve endings now.
“What the fuck happened to us?” Bruce panicked as he tried with all of his might to stand up to get a better view of his new body in the mirror. The conjoined studs struggled to move, each unable to figure out a rhythm to get the leg that one of them maneuvered to move along with the other’s.
“W-we have to get help!” Lonnie freaked out, having no idea how on earth he was going to explain to a doctor that he now shared a body with his fuck buddy. He turned his head to look at Bruce’s, which felt way too close for comfort as their noses brushed up against the other’s due to the proximity. Even when looking out forward, their cheeks would occasionally brush up against each other, taunting them about their new closeness.
The door unlocked and Darren walked inside the apartment, his eyes widening at the two-headed stud that stood before him.
“Babe!” Lonnie cried out, struggling to rush over to his boyfriend, but he nearly stumbled as Bruce couldn’t keep up with his frantic movements. “You gotta help us! I don’t know what happened!”
Darren’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses as a knowing smile formed on his lips. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “How could this have happened, unless the two of you were here together alone in our apartment? Curious…”
Bruce paled and he opened his mouth to spout something about how he and Darren had been best friends for years, but the smaller man held his hand up.
“You two are incredibly stupid,” Darren scoffed, “I’ve known for quite some time. And all these revenge scenarios ran through my mind, but in the end, I decided to be nice. I mean, obviously the two of you wanted to be closer.”
Lonnie’s jaw dropped while Bruce ran a nervous hand through his own hair.
“B-but, you can’t leave us like this!” he whined, stomping the foot that he controlled.
Darren shrugged. “Apparently, I can,” he smirked as he walked past them, heading to the bedroom. “I’m just here to grab my things. You two have fun. Just pretend I’m not here… again.”
Lonnie and Bruce wobbled down the hall with their lengthened cock dangling wildly with every movement, desperately pleading with the other guy to return them to their own separate bodies. The thought of having to go through life sharing a body was tortuous— always being reminded of how they’d snuck around together.
Now they were closer than ever.
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