Max Reynard | Morphelio

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A wealthy, older gentleman strikes a deal with a pair of twins to be his spoiled, live-in boyfriends, with the stipulation that he grow his chest and ass huge for them.

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When Roger entered the bar that night, he had one thing in mind. Flaunt his cash and bag himself a pretty young thing. To his surprise and to his excitement, he managed to bag two. Brett and Aaron were twins, in their early twenties, athletic, beautifully toned and handsome, thick heads of hair, and a little bit stupid, but funny all the same.

Roger had spent the evening buying them beers, complimenting them, and bragging about his lavish homes, his boat, the places he vacations, the foods and drinks and clothes he could spoil them with. They came back home with him that night, drank more in the hot tub, let him fondle their bodies, jerked and sucked them off. They accepted his kisses on their necks and cheeks, but avoided returning any, and then fell asleep in a pile on his bed.

In the morning, they discussed some terms over a large breakfast. Roger offered the boys their own rooms, whatever furniture, decorations, and clothing they liked on a sizable allowance. Rich foods and drinks. His home gym. Trips on the boat and the luxury vacations. In exchange for them moving in, and offering him their fidelity.

They’d been discussing all this, and had a plan to accept the offer, but with a stipulation. One that Roger wasn’t expecting, but that he found fair enough. His new twins wanted their daddy to have a massive, fat ass, and a pair of meaty, pornographically-sized knockers for a chest.

Roger promised to do whatever was needed to grow his pectorals and his butt. He offered to start a full-body workout plan, but they insisted he focus all his efforts on his chest and ass, and to leave the rest alone. They should be disproportionately, obscenely big on him. Roger chuckled as he accepted and shook their hands.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays: bench press, dips, decline push-ups, and chest flies.

Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays: barbell squats, kettlebell sumo deadlifts, barbell hip thrusts, and a series of butt-focused calisthenics on the floor.

Fridays and Saturdays are heavy lifting days, Sundays are for rest.

A pre-workout and a scoop of whey protein worth 25 grams before each workout. Another 25 gram scoop of whey, 10 grams of creatine, 5 grams of brained chain amino acids, and a bowl of fruit after each workout. A daily surplus of 500 calories, at least 100 grams of protein in three his meals, and a casein-heavy mass gainer shake before bed with another 50 grams of slow-to-digest protein.

Luckily, Roger’s businesses and investments only required him about an hour of check-in each day. He was busy, now, growing himself, and spoiling his boys.

Each night, his gorgeous twins would stand on either side of the massage table in his home spa, apply copious amounts of oil to his chest and ass, and rub him thoroughly. Greedily groping, stroking, tweaking his nipples, and encouraging blood-flow to feed his muscles.

The twins would end each massage by bending over and latching on to each breast. Licking, suckling, and slurping on his nipples, which they insisted he kept cleanly waxed, and then came on his chest when they were ready. The mirrors on the walls allowed Roger the opportunity to lustfully watch their asses bob, as they sucked him.

They left the rest of him untouched. Never touched his cock. Never kissed him. Never even massaged his arms or legs. He could occasionally convince them to give his back or his feet a quick rub, a hug if they were all clothed, but the boys always reneged on the rest.

He begged and pleaded to fuck them, but they always said no – maybe if he grew a bigger ass, and bigger tits for them, they would insist. He knew they spent their days playing with his money, enjoying themselves without responsibility, but he was so grateful for their presence, their youth, the sight of them, conversations over meals or events, their lustful gropings of his ass and chest – he couldn’t argue with them. He simply learned to love having his pecs and cheeks being fondled, and his nipples sucked on, which became more sensitive with each session, and masturbated himself to cum. At least they grabbed him a towel to wipe himself up with.

Roger continued buying his boys whatever they pleased, took them out on the boat or to exotic places, ate according to their meal plan, groomed his body as they commanded, and consumed all of the shakes they prepared for him.

Over the next few months, his tits and his ass grew ENORMOUS. It quickly became difficult to fit into clothes. Custom sizes had to be ordered to fit his odd proportions, and he would outgrow the new articles in weeks. Though they still refused to be fucked by Daddy’s cock, the twins were clearly growing more hypnotized and in love with the sight, the smell, and the feel of Roger’s body.

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One night, the boys were suckling, aggressively groping and massaging his chest, moaning in their deep voices as Roger squirmed in ecstasy. His chest was heavy, massive, and extraordinarily sensitive to their tongue and their slurps. He had to avoid touching his cock too much or risk exploding early into the session.

Twenty minutes in, mind nearly wiped in pleasure, Roger began to feel his chest tingle. A hot flushing and a pleasant vibration, that spread through his pecs and focused into his nipples. It felt like … they were about to orgasm … and then they did.

Roger let out a clenched roar and grabbed the twins heads forcefully, shoving them down hard onto his breasts, which caused them to bounce a moment before being pressed down hard.

Milk shot out from each nipple like a water cannon, filling the boys’ mouths and forcing them to take big gulps to avoid the sweet cream bursting past their lips. As Roger panted, mind racing and trying to orient himself, his boys came their biggest loads yet, out of their control, onto the floor by their feet.

Naturally, Roger freaked out a bit. The twins attempted to calm him, drawing a curious glare from Roger as he came to realize that they actually had an explanation. The twins, it turned out, were straight – but they sure did enjoy being pampered.

So, they tolerated him, and forced his body to take on a form more pleasing to them. They complimented him next – he was at least a handsome dude, but all the same, they wanted a sweet rack, a killer ass, and nothing to do with his penis.

Everything Roger knew he was consuming was true, but the twins were also lacing his shakes, on a cycle – with estrogen, progesterone, and prolactin. At least now, he got to sort of cum from their suck jobs, if he counted draining his milk as cumming.

Roger was in shock, though things certainly were lining up. A sense of betrayal, but he couldn’t argue that being drained that way hadn’t been the most intense pleasure of his life. And having a pair of beautiful, straight twins lusting after his tits and ass made him weak in the knees. What sealed the deal? – The twins excitedly ran off to grab a present they’d bought for him.

They came back and handed over a massive, vibrating butt plug. ‘For that porno ass of yours, dude,’ they explained. Imagine, they’d thought of his pleasure!

Then they pulled out a part two to their gift. A pair of lacy panties. Roger held it up between his thumb and pointer finger, staring inquisitively.

‘If you wear those, and any other sexy pairs we get you, we’ll take turns running a train on your ass after your massages, just so long as you tuck your head under the pillow,’ one of them explained.

‘Yeah,’ spoke the other. ‘One of us will lie beneath you to suck your tit dry, and the other will pile drive you from behind, and then we’ll switch.’

Roger grunted and came without touching himself, having already plugged himself, at the scene evoked by their words. So, on they continued – Roger spoiling them silly, the twins continuing to force ever-more cartoonish growth into his tits and ass with their routines and their hormones.

Roger was fucked silly each night after his massage, had his tits drained, took their loads, and was grateful for them. Eventually, they locked up his cock in a cage, to shrink him down permanently, so he could focus on the orgasmic pleasure of being suckled on, secreting his milk, and spraying out sissy loads from his prostate being rammed, like the bitch he was.

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Some months later …

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Hyugh …. *groaning* … ugh *sitting* ……

*pissing* …… hehhh …….. okay …… two lines … means …… you are .. pregnant …….. oh fuck.’

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