Max Reynard | Morphelio

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An older man’s insecurities boil over when a sexy, younger barista mocks his age and physique, leading him to fuck the other man in the back room. The barista changes his mocking tune once dominated, but the older man’s cum loads are about to transform him to teach a lesson.

Ron stared into the mirror with a bittersweet feeling. Behind him were the expensive and tasteful furnishings of a successful man. His face was weathering in middle age, but it was still handsome. The hair on his head beginning to recede and thin, salt and pepper long invading his hair and beard stubble.

His eyes scanned up and down. A couple inches shorter than in his earlier life, but still about average. Regular sessions at the gym kept his muscles full and shapely, but he never did shed the gut that had grown by his mid-forties, and now a layer of fat padded and smoothed out the lines of his muscles all over his body.

In his youth, he’d grown some thin hairs along his shoulders, which he kept shaven, and his chest and abdomen he simply trimmed when he managed his pubes. With age, the hair now spread to his back and his ass, it was thicker and curlier everywhere, and he no longer bothered with what would be a laborious task of keeping it all landscaped.

Ron dressed and headed off to work, stopping at his regular cafe along the way for his usual cappuccino and pastry. Today, a new barista was preparing his order, a beautiful young man in his early 20s. Ron watched absentmindedly, with his mouth slightly gaped, at the young man’s triceps flexing as he screwed the porta-filter into the group head of the espresso machine.

Ron wore a hat, scarf, overcoat, and couture leather gloves walking in from the cold while ordering. The barista gave him a flirty wink and smile when he gave his order, which he daydreamed about as he sat down at a table to wait. He finished stripping off his outerwear just in time for the barista to walk over with his order.

“Oh …” the younger man began. “Ha! I didn’t realize how old you are with all those fancy clothes on. At least you’ve still got that handsome face, huh, big guy?”

Ron blushed a deep red in embarrassment and stared back without an answer. His eyes caught the barista’s name tag just before he snickered and turned to walk away.

“Yeah, Kai?? And what makes you so cocky, working in a cafe? Think you’ll be young forever? I’m on my way to my six figure salary, you little punk.”

Kai giggled again, and turned back. “Trying to turn me on, Daddy? Maybe buy me some things and I’ll let you jerk me off or something hahah.”

Ron pursed his lips and flared his nostrils in anger while Kai continued.

“Anyway, not that it matters, but I’m actually finishing up med school. I start my residency next year. Is that professional enough for ya? I’ll go grab your pastry for you. We’re out in the front, so I have to grab one from the back.”

Kai sauntered toward the counter, two beautifully sculpted and bouncy ass cheeks stretching the fabric of his pants with a size that was almost obscene. He pushed open the door to enter the back room, while Ron stood up, fists balled and staring forward, deciding. Then he decided.

Ron strode across the cafe and followed Kai into the other room, locking the door behind him. Kai’s cocky expression faltered as he scolded the older man for entering an area designated only for employees. Ron ignored him, marched right up to, pinned him against the wall, and pressed his lips into Kai’s to hungrily wrestle tongues.

Kai resisted a moment and then melted, succumbing to the aggressive move and letting himself be taken. In moments, Ron was tearing Kai’s clothes apart, groping and sucking every inch of him in exploration. Then he returned to his plump lips, suspended him in the air against the wall, and pulled out his own cock. A bottle of oil nearby was nabbed and used as lubricant, then Ron was plunging Kai’s hole.

The two of them fucked wildly, kissing passionately and clinging to one another as if for life. Ron thrusted again and again, and with each thrust, a rope of cum sprayed like water from a hose into the eager, unknowing bottom.

As Kai’s guts filled, he felt himself bloat, felt the rising pressure as his belly stretched and rounded, pressed firmly against Ron’s. Confused, but lost in the ecstasy, he ignored it as long as he could.

When his skin began to prickle all over, and the pressure continued to rise, Kai began to flail a bit, breaking away from the kiss to grunt and mutter half-inaudible questions about what was happening.

Then gas started erupting from his ass around Ron’s cock with each pump. A wave of humiliation snapped Kai out of his erotic trance. He became aware that he was feeling incredibly heavy, that he was growing as the bloating worsened, that the tingling skin that he could see was sprouting new, course hairs, all over.

Ron let out a bellowing laughter as he continued pumping, pressing more firmly against Kai’s softening body as it swelled. Once he’d grown 50lbs fatter, Ron struggled to hold him, so he let him drop, and then pounced on his back to jack hammer his ass from behind.

Kai continued expanding, growing fatter, hairier, gassier. Even as he protested in his mind, he felt himself grow hornier, felt his cock throb with lust and a burning need to fire. 100lbs fatter now … 150lbs fatter ……

Ron finally expended his frustration, pumped one last time, and slid off Kai’s back to pant, sweating and splayed out, spent, satisfied. Kai groaned and rolled over, gingerly rising to a clumsy seated position, propped against the wall. He was 200lbs fatter, covered in fur; his guts were churning with gas that erupted from his mouth and ass at odd intervals. Yet he felt unbelievably hungry. He searched for his cock under the fat and stroked himself furiously until he finally came and rejoined Ron in lying on the floor.

Ron leaned over, kissed Kai on the forward and reached around to slap his fat ass while squeezing a fattened tit.

“Good luck, fat boy. That’s all permanent. Even the gas … and the hunger. You should be a few inches shorter, too, if it worked as usual. MAN, that was satisfying. I don’t think I even need that pastry today. Why don’t you rest and collect yourself in here. I’m gonna go enjoy my cappuccino.”

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