Max Reynard | Morphelio

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A gorgeous, demonic man from the bar seduces another hapless hunk, planting his seed during sex. A seed which will never stop growing. But first, his origins …

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Chapter 1

Having snuck out through his window and onto the chilly hearth of a an early Autumn morning, Damien’s feet made light impact beneath the weight of a slender body, so as not to stir any of the other villagers. His strides led him toward the edging of a wooded area at the edge of town, from which the village was frequently warned to stay away. He made use of a rotted portion of palisade wall to slip through, before slipping beneath the trees’ shade, where the moonlight could hardly reach.

If the traveler’s tales were true, there was a great power locked away in a cave, a few miles deep through the forest. A treasure, supposedly guarded, but unseen for many years. Damien longed for more in life than the modesty of an impoverished worker or the entrapment of a marriage society would force upon him. He felt powerless, and if he met his end during the journey, at least he would go reaching his hand forward for more.

Despite its eeriness, the forest was largely quiet and Damien did not meet more than small rodents or the cooing of nocturnal birds. He eventually encountered the mouth of a cave, lit his lantern and ventured inside. It’s path was with twists; no mazes to confuse the trail. The cavern walls curved in a consular shape, tapering until they met a heavy, wooden door with steel clasps, before which Damien rested his lantern on the ground and stepped forward cautiously.

He pondered, staring at the lock, jiggling it without budging and looking around for a key. The cavern was otherwise empty. He could find no false rocks or openings. He sighed deeply and thought about his life. What power could have meant to him and rested his hand down on the door handle. The lock snapped open, dropped to the ground with an echoing, metallic clang and the door’s latch released.

In the distance, amongst a dark, open space, a golden rod emitted a faint hue of its own light, atop a stone pedestal. Damien’s feet carried him weightlessly forward as his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. His breath was heavy and fluttering in his chest as his hands took hold of the artifact. Then the light of the golden rod went dark, as if a shadow were cast over it. An ominous clicking noise and the pattern of another’s breath tickled Damien’s ears and neck from behind …

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Chapter 2

A warm, fluttering breeze on his neck, Damien’s hairs stood on end and his skin crawled with anxiety and adrenaline. Then, just as suddenly, the panic washed away while the sensation scattered from his neck and swarmed all across his skin. Warm, inviting, cocooning; something formless, moving like a cloud, shrouded him in a blissful state and put his racing mind into a relaxed, even subdued, state.

Then the formless mass took shape, grew heavier and continued ensnaring around Damien’s torso and limbs. Lost in the ecstasy of its touch, Damien paid no mind as the being formed into a body of its own, appearing as a shadow but feeling dense and warm as humanoid creature.

His feet slipped out from beneath him and he was lowered backwards toward the ground, captured in the creature’s embrace. Plumes of shadow, like tentacles, roamed his body as he lay on his back, legs hiked up into the air and feet dangling, a dumb, hungry look on his drooling face. The tentacles tore open his clothes and ripped them off his body. He only squirmed more, skin tickled by the night air, completely naked and exposed. Then two tentacles slid past his quivering hole, which grew moist and relaxed before the tentacles were stretching him wide open and a cock slid on in.

Damien’s hips bounced up and down, feet dangling in the air and toes outstretched in an expression of pleasure. His arms gripped around the creature’s, which held him from behind. Were Damien able to see his own hole, he could see that it was slowly dilating wider. The cock inside of him, thrust in and out with little wet suction noises and loud slaps of skin, was growing. An inch thick in diameter … two … three …… half a foot … It sunk deeper too with each thrust, over a foot long now, gaping Damien’s hole, all the while him moaning and writhing from the sensation of being filled.

Then the creature grew too. Arms and legs growing thicker, packed with muscular definition, like a bodybuilder’s caricature. It grew taller; over ten feet in height with massive feet. His cock swelled only larger, making Damien’s abdomen bulge out cartoonishly with each thrust. By the time the creature was bucking its hips and letting out a deep, roaring wail, Damien looked like a fleshlight being plunged up and down its monstrous cock.

It’s load flooded Damien’s belly, filling him immediately, swelling him shortly after. His belly ballooned like he was about ready to give birth. When the cum kept flowing, it spread, ballooning him all over, even fattening up his limbs, which were then swallowed up within the massive ball of his expanding torso.

When Damien looked like a huge, round balloon, the creature pulled him off and allowed his senses to return. Unable to even flail, Damien merely grunted and squeaked in horror as he was carried into another chamber of the cave. The further they ventured, the more he could make out a crescendoing chorus of noises. Damien was tossed into a pit, where he landed on the round, bouncy flesh of several other blown up men. The symphony of groans, belches and grumbles echoed off the walls. Damien found himself stuck, immobile, with dozens of others who had met the same fate, some of them having been there for decades. Sustained by the monster’s cum that was replenishing itself indefinitely in their bellies.

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Chapter 3

A flurry of sensations and emotions washed over Damien, again and again. Even as the cum sloshed around inside of him, gushing from his hole or being absorbed into fat, he could feel it replicating and replenishing itself inside his guts. Terrified and trapped, in horror at the sight of all the other men, but also unable to refrain from moaning wildly as the pressure and the expansion inside his gut forced waves of blissful pleasure over him time and again. Damien could hardly stand it to keep his mind focused and think about his situation. His skin rubbed against another fat man’s belly and tits, arms and legs rubbing against other men’s feet, chubby faces and round cheeks. An orgy of groaning, cum balloon men.

Something firm was poking into Damien’s side. Firmer and more metallic than the throbbing erections poking him along other patches of his skin. Any clothes that travelled with him down the cave system were as shrapnel that clung around his wrists or ankles. A length of his pant leg had survived the creature first disrobing and then ballooning him. Caught in a pouch that attached to the inner length of fabric was the golden artifact he had collected from before.

Damien was unsure what to do with this information. He heard the object was powerful but what power could it grant him? More over, how could he even reach it? Figuring he had few options, Damien wiggled and rolled, gradually squeaking and budging along the sweating bodies of his fellow captives. His hand neared the artifact, but his foot lunged forward as he flailed to move and the golden rod rolled out before clanging on the rocky surface ahead of him.

Damien grit his teeth in anger and renewed his efforts, having trouble continuing to move when every jiggle stretched his skin and electrified the pleasure of the cum brewing ferociously inside of him. He reached the edge of the bed of men beneath him and attempted to roll off of them and onto the ground. His leg caught on another man’s arms as he began his descent, sending him turning and sliding down quickly under his immense weight. He landed hard on the ground and let out a yelp, as the smoothly contoured surface of the golden rod lodged itself straight up his puckering hole.

Damien spewed his own massive load and squirmed about, clenching around the rod and feeling it inside. The gushing cum from his belly slowed to a trickle and then stopped flowing past the rod entirely. A great rumble and gurgling rang out, like some massive tub was being drained. Damien felt the creature’s load inside his belly jostling around violently and draining from his guts. His body began to shrink as the swelling disappeared, and in a few minutes time, he had returned to normal size. On his hands and knees, huffing and puffing, sweating profusely and collecting himself, he let out a few coughs and then bore down strongly when his guts cramps, popping out the artifact and letting it clang against the rocky floor once more.

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Chapter 4

Damien scrambled to his feet as soon as he managed to collect himself. His feet slapping on the cold stone as his heart pounded in his chest. He grabbed the golden artifact and ran it like a baton toward the opening to this chamber of the cave. The groans of the men who filled the room grew more urgent as a number of them witnessed his escape and Damien was moved to stop short. He turned, looking around and pitying the rest of them, who had been in here, swelling, for potentially years.

He ran back toward the man closest to him and dropped to his knees. The man was flailing on his backside, round like a blueberry, with legs splayed, partially engulfed in fat. Damien tried fruitlessly to reach his hole, pushing his doughy body without success.

While trying to move the man, Damien found his face tucked into the man’s groin, where his musk was starting to overwhelm Damien’s mind. Amplified by the creature’s ever-growing load, the man let off a deep, musky odor that made Damien drool with desire. He needed to taste it. Without a second thought, he dug his head beneath a gigantic, taught, ball-belly and lodged lips around his cock.

It took little stimulation to make the man groan and beginning leaking. Leaking turned into a gushing stream that flooded Damien’s throat. It filled and stretched his belly, much like the creature had done. He collected his mind enough to pop off the man’s cock, examining his body which had already grown nearly 100lbs again. He stared up at the man, whose rumbling belly was swelling right back to its maximum again, unchanged.

Damien thought a moment, shoved the golden rod back inside his hole, and then returned to the man’s cock. With the artifact siphoning the load out of Damien as quickly as he drank it, the man finally drained down to his former size. He cried and collapsed forward into Damien’s arms, where he thanked him and clung tightly to his chest.

Damien consoled him for a moment, but insisted he had to keep moving and to wait by the cave entrance. One by hand, he sucked off each swollen balloon of a man, draining them and enjoying the sensations of their seed filling, stretching and passing through him. The few dozen men, some of whom had been trapped for decades without barely aging, joined Damien through the cavern tunnels in pursuit of its exit.

With the entrance in sight, the group rushed toward the light, but a shadow overtook the walls to either side of them and advanced upon the group. The creature formed again and surveyed the group, hungry to replenish his cummy balloon boys. Damien stepped forward and yelled for the others to escape. The creature swarmed his mouth and his hole, pumping in a load so enormous, Damien swelled three times his size in seconds.

Just as quickly as the swelling began, it stopped, and the creature began to wail. Damien’s body was slowly draining and the creature was shrinking. Cum continued filling Damien with the force of a firehose, but he was getting smaller now and the creature was no longer big enough to lift him. The wailing crescendoed and then ceased once the creature finished plunging down Damien’s throat, disappearing inside of him, where it was sucked into the artifact. He let himself continue deflating and then crawled to his feet to make his way back home.

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Chapter 5

Damien was able to sneak back and return to his cabin just as sunlight was rising over the village. He was now perched on his bed, staring at a flimsy wooden nightstand, where the golden artifact sat before him. Light shone off the metal, gleamed past pupils and into his anxiously wandering mind.

What could he do with it? Would the artifact absorb anything harmful that came to him? How could he procure this power in a way that would protect the whole of his body? As his eyes wandered over to the dying embers still flickering softly within the fireplace, he crafted an idea.

Damien snatched a pot for stew and hung it in the fireplace before restarting the fire. He held the artifact in his hands, took a deep breath and tossed it into the bowl. In time, the metal warped, melted and bubbled until it had formed a liquid. He then grabbed a bottle of homemade moonshine, put out the fire and poured in the liquor. Once cooled, with frequent stirring, he was left a solution filled with specks of gold.

Another deep breath and Damien was draining the solution into a smaller bowl before gulping it down. It was harsh, bitter and a bit gritty, but he kept it down where it sat heavy in his stomach. Immediately, there was a pressure that felt as though he could erupt. His stomach ballooned out in front of him and slammed into the far side of his cabin, eventually wedging him between the walls and causing the wood to groan.

As he inflated, Damien could feel a tremendous power flooding his veins and pulsating through him. It’s pleasure overtook the discomfort of his immense expansion. His whole body rumbled like an earthquake and then … he let out a belch like a cannon fire. Gas erupted from him at both ends, rattling the glass of the windows and the wooden front door in its frame. The home shook and the linens across his bed flung about, as if caught in a storm.

Once Damien had landed with a thud, back to normal size, his cock pulsed and slithered down his thigh, growing thicker and musky as it reached a heavy, flaccid 8 inches. His balls felt fuller too, in need of milking. An incredible need to fuck and a feeling of invulnerability took him over. He got himself dressed again and then ventured outside to greet the day.

Damien strolled about the village, eyeing each of the men and receiving glares in return. The farmer’s boy, tilling soil by the forest edge caught his glance and made his heart flutter. The boy was about twenty years old. Dark, rusty-colored hair, muscled and athletic from farm work, taller than Damien. He was bronzed from many days out in the sun, but smooth-skinned all the same in his youth.

As Damien stepped closer, the boy’s eyes came into view; a deep emerald with thick eyebrows. Pouty, red lips parted into a goofy smile as Damien approached.

“Morning, Damien,” he called out. “You look different today. Proud or something. What’s got you so upbeat?”

Damien smirked back and licked his lips before running his hand down his abdomen and brushing his thigh. This drew the other boy’s eyes down, which grew wide as they scanned the chubby club swinging against Damien’s leg. Damien ticked his head to the side in invitation and turned off toward the forest edge. The boy looked around, dropped his hoe and walked briskly after him.

A ways into the woods, a small clearing opened up, with a large, flat stone in the grass. Damien walked over to it, turned and sat, legs splayed and staring seductively. The boy walked forward and knelt down, taking deep breaths through his nose to inhale Damien’s irresistible musk. Practically drooling, he reached forward and caressed Damien’s cock, which swelled into a tent that threatened to tear his pant seam.

Damien pulled on the fabric and let his flop out, smacking his abdomen with a thud and bouncing before coming to rest and pointing straight toward the newly submissive farm boy’s face. Damien grabbed his head and began plunging his throat, but his grip become needless. The boy was so intoxicated by Damien’s taste, he was fucking his own throat, tearing streaming and drool covering his own face and chin.

Once revved up and well-moistened, Damien stood and flipped the boy on his stomach before tearing open the seat of his pants. He crawled on top and teased his crack. The massive cock parted his hungry hole slowly and then slid inside, suddenly filling him with a great pressure. The two fucked like animals, switching positions and bucking wildly without break until the two of them had spent their loads and were lying together, cuddling in the grass and collecting their breath.

A short nap in the fragmented sunlight through the canopy of the trees was interrupted by a tremendous gurgling. Damien opened his eyes and looked about, then felt skin thrashing against his chest and turned his neck. The farmer’s boy was jostling about like his guts were full of bouncy balls. The cum in his belly was multiplying, churning and and thrashing about with a thunderous noise that intermingled with confused grunts and pained groans.

Suddenly he was ballooning, just as Damien had seen with the others, and experienced for himself. He lay there in shock, unsure of how to remedy this one now that the artifact was a part of him. He tried squeezing the boy’s expanding belly but that only caused him to moan louder and force more swelling elsewhere. In minutes, he was an enormous, round balloon, full of Damien’s hot seed.

Damien’s mind raced for a solution. Perhaps the boy could stay here while he ran to the cave. Some of the others survived in that cave for years. He turned to run when a loud, creaking noise rang out and the boy’s groans turned muffled and pitiful, croaking out Damien’s name. Damien spun around just in time to watch him burst.

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Chapter 6

The days that followed were hard. The weeks that came after were even harder. Damien swore off cumming anymore. He had no idea how powerful his load had become and wasn’t sure what else he was capable of. But if abstaining was difficult before, this new animalistic lust was making it a hundred times worse.

Damien’s new cock filled out his pants rather noticeably, attracting many glances, be they of shock, disgust or longing. It was hard enough trying to tuck it in and avoid a boner, which, more than once, had nearly torn a whole in his crotch. Each passing day, it seemed to be harder to fit into his clothes, but it wasn’t his cock that was growing.

From golf balls, to plums … apples to grapefruit … Damien’s balls were swelling; he could not deny it any longer once a month had passed. He tried to avoid other people, sewed clothes with larger crotches, wore larger shirts that hung down to his thighs – their continued ballooning kept foiling his attempts to hide them.

One morning, Damien awoke, sat up, turned and brought his feet to the floor. When he started to stand, he stumbled off balance and felt a heavy sloshing in his gut. He looked down and saw his belly protruding, bloated full of cum and turning pink with engorged veins. His balls hung painfully heavy, each the size of a cantaloupe, and his cock throbbed, leaking precum like a slow faucet.

He waddled to a mirror and studied himself. His eyes were bloodshot with dark, cavernous circles. Skin pale and damp. He couldn’t help but to take deep, exaggerated breaths, feeling overwhelmingly uncomfortable. He gripped his swollen gut in his arm like a pregnant belly and felt orgasmic tingles race across his skin and through his genitals. He felt close to blacking out, horny like he couldn’t believe and afraid of what he would do if this vicious need to fuck took over. He had no choice. He had to cum.

Damien grabbed his cock while continuing to watch himself in the mirror. Slick with precum and already throbbingly hard, he was cumming the biggest load of his life in under a minute. But nothing changed; it wasn’t enough. A second load splattered the glass of the mirror. If anything, he was only hornier.

His belly cramped painfully and seemed to swell larger, veins growing more engorged. He waddled quickly to the bed and humped the mattress, splashing enormous loads against the sheets and his belly, moaning like a wild animal. Still his belly experienced greater pressure and his mind grew only more frantic. He fucked a sock. A hole in a loaf of bread. He couldn’t take it any longer.

His front door swung open with a bang, revealing a naked Damien, holding up his round, taught belly and waddling down the stairs to accommodate his swinging meat. His face was only more contorted. Fangs long like a vampire. Eyes more sunken and darkened. He spotted the village blacksmith squatted and starting a fire with his back turned. Damien was across the path in seconds, and before the blacksmith could turn around after hearing the slaps of crashes of Damien’s footsteps, he was splayed out on his stomach and pinned.

With incredible strength, Damien easily held down the muscled craftsman. He was blasting out loads and soaking the struggling man. His pants tore off easily and his hole resisted for just a moment. Once Damien’s cock popped through, the blacksmith’s cries turned ecstatic. Damien’s cock, his musk, his very presence – it was overwhelming. The man could only beg desperately for more. Damien filled him and the man began swelling, ballooning rapidly with Damien’s seed until he exploded.

Damien’s belly flattened out and his mind returned partially to him. The blacksmith’s apprentice heard the commotion and ran out, becoming Damien’s next prey. A few more villagers later, Damien had completely returned to his senses, his face and body back to the new normal. He knew he couldn’t stay here anymore, and he grappled with the reality that this lust, and the need to fill, was out of his control.

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Chapter 7

In the first year, an eternity seemed to pass. Becoming a nomad, adapting to his new life. Once a decade was gone, time began feeling insignificant. As long as Damien drained himself, his appearance remained unchanged. He didn’t look a day older than when he had ingested the golden artifact. If anything, he was more beautiful and perfect-looking than ever.

He lived through the dark ages, inspiring his own genre of superstitious lore amongst the people. His ability to blend in and move around kept him away from capture, but it was a lonely life. Civilizations rising and falling. The founding of the New World and the later industrialization of Europe. In the 1900s, he took a ship to America and sought to start a new life of his own.

Damien worked odd jobs to keep a roof over his head. He really had no need to eat or drink except for appearances amongst others. Another drunken night at some random bar, Damien was chatting away with a young man who worked in a nearby factory. He recognized the hunger in the man’s eyes and they acknowledged it together without words, leaving the bar together and nonchalantly returning to Damien’s home.

This one was shy, as many of them often were. He chattered incessantly, but Damien couldn’t help finding it cute. Something about this one kept Damien’s mind distracted from the lust and more interested in talking. Holding hands, gently stroking one another, kissing, cuddling and nestling all night. The morning light came and Damien hadn’t spent his load. The man agreed to see Damien again that night.

Something familiar about him tugged at Damien’s chest. Dark, auburn hair. Full lips and tanned skin. Green eyes and thick brows. He was the most gorgeous man Damien could remember. Even in his clothes, Damien couldn’t stop but study his figure – with his eyes, and after a few drinks, with his hands. The second night, he was brave enough to unzip Damien’s pants, though he gulped and stared nervously once he pulled the heavy python out.

He took a deep breath and knelt down, dragging his tongue across Damien’s head and causing the shaft to quickly stiffen. He audibly moaned and his mind succumbed to the heavy, intoxicating musk. He only cared to please Damien now. His jaw stretched uncomfortably wide and he began dragging Damien’s thick cock over his tongue. The lust gripped Damien’s mind, and in time, he felt himself close to orgasming.

He pictured the young man filling up with his seed, ballooning and growing. It was exquisite, but when the guy stared up and made eye contact, Damien gasped and pulled his cock out of his mouth. His load blew across the room and dampened the far wall, dribbling down like a full cup of it had been thrown.

Besides being impressed, the other man was unbelievably turned on. He shoved Damien back and jumped on top of him. His own cock was pulled out and teased against Damien’s hole. Damien shuddered, not knowing being dominated in so long, and yielded, letting his hole relax to accept the man’s throbbing cock. Once his load was spent, Damien felt it absorb and spread through him. The two panted, sweating, and eventually fell asleep.

Damien had a renewed desire not to cum inside another again. He wanted to spend every night with this man, to be faithful, but he wanted him to be safe too. He let the other man make him cum each night and then rode the other man or lied back to be taken, sometimes two or three times each day. The two couldn’t get enough, but despite how pleasurable it all felt, Damien’s loads were backing up again.

With his restraint wearing thin, his lover begged to be bred. He longed only to be filled by Damien and Damien couldn’t resist his pleading any longer. The two fucked that night and came their biggest loads yet. When the adrenaline cleared and Damien’s mind returned, the man began to swell like all the rest. Damien stared with fear and the man stared back with the same, doubling and then tripling in size.

Determination slammed into Damien. He dove forward, climbed under the enormous belly and found the man’s cock. Sucking ferociously, he took load after load out of him. The loads grew inside him too, but the power of the artifact absorbed them quickly. When the man had drained enough to ride, Damien sat and bounced on his cock, craning his head to latch lips around a nipple. His hand fondled the other and soon cum was spraying out of each tit too.

The man returned to normal size and the two lay panting in a heap once more. Yet in no time, he was swelling again. Damien drained him all night long while his mind chased after ideas.

In the early morning, Damien slipped out, promising to return quickly. In the meantime, the man masturbated and tweaked his nipples, slowing, though not stopping, the swelling. When he reached a size big enough to crush in his bed, the door crashed open and Damien ran over. He had stolen a handful of manual milking pumps from the nearby farm. He latched one to each nipple and another to the man’s cock, milking him dry in minutes.

While Damien went to work each day, the man could keep himself from swelling too big until Damien had a chance to drain him completely for the night and the next morning. The seed inside sustained him without need for food, same as his Master, and the two stuck together as Damien continued his next several decades of nomadic living, with neither of them aging a day.

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Chapter 8

Damien made his way down the concrete flooring of an out-of-the-way warehouse by the seaport district. He was inspecting the new security protocols in place with his personnel and felt satisfied. The cameras were in place, the door locks and machinery all controlled remotely from the security hub.

He then inspected the living quarters. Plush and ample bedding. High-definition TVs with access to streaming services, gaming stations, pleasant decor and good lighting. Each bed had its own machinery with tubing that connected to a large central vat, which then drained into jugs to be capped, sealed and carted away by the little indoor monorail system in place.

Connected to the machines were over a dozen men, each similar in appearance, but in various sizes, oscillating between tight and muscular to massively bloated and obese. Their cocks and their tits suctioned to pumps that milked them in cycles, allowing them to achieve great size but draining them well before exploding. In the decades following the new millennium, Damien had managed to fully automate and supply an operation that protected his most prized victims from bursting with his seed, while also profiting and assuming life as a very wealthy man.

With no less need to fuck and fill, Damien was still forced to find unwitting men, at least a few times each month, but when he met someone who truly captured his eye and tugged at his heart, he would keep them as one of his beloved pets. Now captive and cared for, he would drain their bank accounts and then sell the massive amounts of his seed that grew within them to those who could make use of it on the black market.

Happy with his inspection, Damien headed out. His cock kept throbbing and hardening in his pants after watching all his boys inflating. His balls were engorged from days without cumming. He decided on a night at a nearby bar and had his driver drop him off.

Once inside, Damien had an enormous litter of men to choose from. Rejection was never a worry. If his stunning looks didn’t work, his musk was truly irresistible. Even straight men couldn’t help themselves but beg for him to fill them by the end of their encounters.

Tonight, Damien grabbed a cocktail and darted his eyes around the room. In through the door, a man caught his eye and nearly made his knees buckle. The others surely resembled that first boy he fucked after acquiring his powers, but this one – he could have been an identical twin in modern clothing. Damien’s heart fluttered and he made his way quickly across the floor. He stopped to ask one of the bartenders his name before confronting the man for an introduction.

“Damien’s the name,” he spoke with an approachable softness. “Why don’t you follow me, Max?”

Unable to resist, just the like all the others, Max followed Damien out the door so the two could fuck …

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Chapter 9 – Cursed to Swell with Seed

Max felt a bead of sweat drip down the center of his back and tilted back the glass of whiskey on ice to his lips. Bodies all around, the heat inside the club was intense and he opted to strip off his shirt before pulling out a couple ice cubes to rub against his neck and chest. A few inches taller than six feet, skin bronzed and unblemished, thick muscle traversing his body in peaks and valleys thanks to an impressively low body fat percentage. Big feet and hands, a pretty face with dark hair, green eyes, thick brows and a strong jaw. Bartenders, and nearby patrons alike, craned their necks and stood with parted lips as they watched Max rub himself with ice.

Max finished the last sip of his drink and wandered on to the dance floor where several men attempted to capture his attention, grinding on him from in front and behind. Max loved the attention. He had maintained a dad bod for most of his life, even as a teenager, and he worked as a computer engineer with a master’s degree. He kept a close group of friends and was always modest and friendly. But when he stepped into the club once a week, body transformed after a long commitment to fitness this past year, he felt desired and extraordinary.

Across the floor, leaned against the bar, a man watched with a crooked smile and intense eyes. Irises a deep copper color. Hair and scruff a dark auburn. Skin pale and soft. Tall and muscled like Max, with a face just as beautiful. Max felt a strange and powerful compulsion to please him. A lust at first sight, he’d not known before. He slipped past the groupies on the dance floor and approached the man to ask his name. Instead, he managed to stutter and blush before smiling awkwardly. The man’s smile grew wider before leaning in.

“Damien’s the name,” he spoke with an approachable softness. “Why don’t you follow me, Max,” he continued, closing fingers firmly around Max’s wrist before turning and leading him away. Max followed like he was weightless and floating. He watched the strange man’s ass bounce back and forth as he sauntered. The two exited the club, walked out back and entered an SUV. Damien took hold of Max’s head by the occiput and pulled him close to plant a kiss, which grew hungry and wild.

Tongues wrestling and hands exploring each other greedily, the pair slipped between the seats to lie down in the back. Damien climbed on top while Max lie back supine and the two continued sucking lip. Max felt Damien’s bulge grow in his jeans and press against his own. He rubbed it through the fabric and it grew even more. He felt desperate to pleasure Damien. He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down past his knees before rolling over on his stomach and grinding his ass back into Damien’s crotch. Damien smiled a toothy evil grin, grabbed Max’s boxer briefs and tore a hole open to expose a puckering and hungry sphincter.

Out of sight from Max, Damien unzipped his jeans and pulled out an uncut, half-flaccid cock nearly a foot long and girthy. He spat on Max’s hole and teased it with his cock head. As it stiffened further and grew longer, he wormed it past Max’s sphincter and stretched his rectum full. He began thrusting in and out as Max whined and moaned at a screaming volume. His enormous cock pierced further and further into Max’s guts with each thrust until he was fully inside. Max felt stretched and filled to the brim with cock half a foot wide like a python, leaking precum like a faucet and writhing in unbelievable pleasure.

Unable to hold his load any longer Max shot rope after rope against his belly pressed against the floor of the car. The squeezing sent Damien over the edge. With a low, animalistic grunt he thrust hard and deep and shot his load. The two collapsed, panting. Max leaned back to kiss Damien and was startled by the sight of him. Eyes glowing, teeth like a wolf’s and veins engorged. Max shouted, panicked and tried to crawl away. A strong hand grabbed his shoulder and when he looked back, Damien appeared as he did before. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Max’s lips, calming him and luring him into a blissful state where he forgot what he had seen. Damien rubbed Max’s belly and smiled wide once more, promising to care for the seed he had planted.

The two clothed themselves and crawled back into the front seats. Damien put the key in and backed out of the spot before driving from the lot. Max held his belly and began slowly to think about what Damien had said about planting a seed. He began next to wonder where the two of them were going. He heard his stomach gurgle loudly and felt a pressure start build. He closed his eyes and it felt like Damien was inside him again, stretching and filling his guts with his massive cock. His eyes opening again, he peered down and caught sight of a growing paunch that stretched his tee shirt. He stared quizzically while it grew larger, round like a ball, and poked out from the bottom of the shirt. Damien looked over, smiled and rubbed Max while he drove.

“Uh oh, we’d better hurry. I obviously couldn’t control myself with you. I must have really pumped a lot in if you’re growing this fast already.”

Max didn’t have time to process the words before his belly was grumbling loader and bouncing about. He cried out in a deep moan as it swelled like a water balloon. He felt his thighs press against the legs of his shorts. His shoes grew tight on his feet. The chest of his shirt creaked and began to open at the seams while rolling up his belly, which swelled round, juicy and bigger still. His gorgeous face filled out and his limbs spilled out thick and plump. His shorts tore to pieces, then his briefs, next his shirt and finally his shoes and socks. His enormous body pressed against the dashboard and the car door beside him.

“Ah, shit,” Damien muttered, pressing down the gas and taking a sharp turn. “Gonna be a struggle to get you out of the car. Just so long as you don’t bust it open before we get there.”

Max’s mind grew sharper the more he grew. Now immobile, he struggled and cried out for explanation from Damien, who stared forward with concentration. The speeding car approached a warehouse and slowed with a screech, before turning and pulling into an adjacent garage.

Damien hopped out and whistled loudly while rushing over to the passenger door. While he wrenched it open and tugged on Max’s arm, two muscle-headed thugs in black turtle necks ran out from the warehouse and joined him by the car. One jumped in the driver’s side to push and the other helped Damien pull, all the while Max continued to swell larger. Jammed into the door frame, his size eventually fractured the aluminum frame of the car and burst out the side as an enormous round ball, falling with a loud thud onto the man in the turtle neck.

“Fuck, my car!” Damien shouted. “Hurry up, let’s get him inside before he blows.”

Max whimpered and flailed his fat arms and legs uselessly as they splayed out from his gigantic torso. The men rolled him together across the pavement and past the warehouse door. Inside, a large conveyor belt led down a shadowy space and into another room. Max was pushed onto it and a lever was pulled to turn it on.

“Thank god we got here in time,” Damien explained. “You really turned me on more than most do. I usually have time but I must have cum a few loads into you.”

Max whined in response, immobile on his back, belly still rumbling and swelling larger still as the conveyor belt carried him away. Stretch marks traversed his haunches and the sides of his new tits, his thighs and calves, his arms. He felt unbelievably enormous and the pressure felt as if it threatened to burst him. When he emerged past a plastic curtain into the next room, the air was suddenly full of groaning. Max turned his head side to side best he could and caught glimpses of other men along the sides of the walls. The conveyor belt brought him off to one side, raised him up and dumped him back onto a large bed. Several men ran over and grabbed a set of tubing from an overhead compartment. They went to work lifting his belly and squirming beneath it, where they attached a tube securely around his cock. The next two tubes formed a tight suction around his newly thick and wide nipples. Just as the room faded from sight completely behind his belly, a machine turned on and the the engine’s humming preceded a strong sucking sensation on Max’s cock and nipples.

Max squirmed in pleasure, clenched his toes, grunted, strained and groaned loudly. His mind raced and he thought of Damien’s embrace and his cock filling him once more. He blew his load and his nipples unleashed a stream of milk, both sucked into the tubing and transported off to somewhere out of sight. Max felt his insides gurgle and jostle about as the pressure seemed to lessen and the fluid inside him drained. From a blueberry the size of a small room, to a half ton fatty, to a bodybuilder with a yoga ball belly and a fat ass, until finally his lean and muscled body remained, big feet splayed out as he sat leaning back against the head board fully nude.

As the swelling relinquished, Max watched Damien come into view, standing at the end of the bed, arms behind his back and watching intently. Max tried to lunge at him but he felt weak and the tubing was still clinging tightly. He looked around the room with frantic eyes and saw at least a dozen other men, all strapped up in the same fashion. Some lean and muscular and the rest at some various stage between lean and a quarter ton of weight before the machines drained them once again.

Damien approached Max and kissed him strongly, calming Max until he relaxed in the bed.

“Try to stay calm,” Damien instructed. “The men here all learn to love their new lives. Constant pleasure. That seed I planted inside of you? My seed? It’s taken root in your belly and it will continue to grow and replenish itself endlessly. You will swell with it inside of you until you pop unless we drain the fluid. Do you understand? There is no getting rid of it. I will be inside of you, using your body as host, growing and replicating, forever. Chat with the others once you’ve calmed down, if you have a mind. They’re great company. Each of them were splendid and beautiful young men when I courted them, seduced them and fucked my seed into them with this python of a cock here. There’s a TV overhead for each of you as well and the remote is on your bedside table. Feel free to watch as you please as you lay here in your sloth … and please don’t try to escape, Max. Almost everyone tries it when they see that you are not under constant supervision. But you will continue to grow. And you will not make it far past the gate before you’re too big to rescue.”

With that, Damien walked away. Max looked around and the others looked back at him.

“He’s right,” one piped up. “I’ve been here for years and it never stops. No one’s managed to get very far before they were rolled back in here. These things have to drain us several times an hour. Check yourself out, you’ve already grown a big belly again.”

Max looked down and watched his belly rumble and bloat past a beach ball. Watched his toes plump up and his soles widen. His fingers the same. His arms and legs. His pecs growing doughy and full of juice. The group chatted a bit and gave introductions as Max settled into his situation. Eventually, they all laid back to watch TV and Max followed suit. He drifted off into a deep sleep while an adult cartoon played.

Several hours passed and in the dead of night, Max heard a whisper in the distance.

“Damien is mine. I was his favorite before you.”

The sound of plastic snapping and the sudden silence of the engine caused Max to stir from his slumber. In the pitch dark, he saw a shadow of a figure run to the far side of the room before the darkness obscured their form. A bed creaked and a suction noise quietly rang out three times. Max started to speak but his attention turned the machine next to him, which had gone quiet. His body was in the middle of a cycle, probably near 400lbs, as he struggled to turn and run his hand over the device until he found the switch. He pushed it on and the whirring resumed but the normal suction sound was replaced with a whoosh of unimpeded air flow. He reached up to his pillowy chest and ran fingers over his bare nipples. Panicked, his hand shot down, tunneled beneath his belly and found his bare cock.

Max rolled over and plopped down on his feet, stumbling under his weight, then clumsily lowered himself down to his hands and knees. Feeling himself grow heavier and slower with every second, he crawled around looking for the tubes that suctioned to him before. He found them in pieces a few meters from his bed and cried out in panic.

He called out for help and began stroking his cock, bringing himself to orgasm but barely making a dent in the swelling. His belly grew too large to reach any longer and he switched to working his nipples. Again an impossible task. The others were waking and the commotion began to alert the guards, who turned the lights on for the room. The guys all looked down and gasped at the sight. Max was growing too big to hold himself, rolling over and onto his back with limbs splayed.

The guards swarmed the room to find Max nearly twice the allotted weight before he should be milked by the machines. They ran over and attempted to strap him back in, finding the sabotaged equipment and panicking amongst themselves while trying to brainstorm. They were fresh out of replacements, more arriving in the morning, much too late to save Max. One phoned the boss while two more worked Max’s chest to manually milk him. As Damien’s voice boomed in anger from the telephone, a frightened guard leapt to his knees and made a desperate move.

Digging beneath Max’s behemoth belly, he found the young man’s cock and lodged his mouth around it. Quickly swelling, it plunged his throat as he bobbed his head and swirled his tongue until Max cried out in sweet ecstasy once more. Max began deflating slowly but the man, now trapped under his belly, was flailing his arms and legs while muffled grunts rang out. Finally, just as Max was feeling some amount of pressure being relieved, the man popped off his cock and flung across the room with a stream of cum trailing from his mouth. He groaned and gripped his stomach, which was already round like a melon, as it began to gurgle and jostle about before swelling like the rest of them. Damien’s seed had taken root in his belly too and now two men were swelling out of control.

Afraid to touch Max now, the guards backed off and watched anxiously as he grew over a ton. Bigger even than when he first arrived. Stretch marks spreading like wildfire. Limbs almost completely buried. He knew he was about to explode.

Just then, Damien burst in with fresh tubes from his car. He ran across the room, attached them and the guards helped him climb on top of Max to secure them to his tits. The machine sucked and Max cried out as milk flowed. Damien kissed him, groping flesh and whispering in his ear about how his monstrous cock had felt inside until Max orgasmed and cum flowed from beneath his belly. As he drained, his cock became accessible with some work and the third tube was attached. In time, he was drained back down to size and Damien turned to size up the guard who’d swallowed his seed.

The guard had torn through his clothes already and was working his way toward critical size, just like Max. Damien sighed.

“That was absolutely the last set until morning, friend. Besides, no more machines. Let’s at least take you to the collection room so my seed isn’t wasted.”

The conveyor belt brought over a lift that carried the guard out of the room and far down the warehouse, out of sight of the group. As big as a bus and buried in his belly, his fate was all but sealed.

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Cursed to Swell with Seed | Audio on Max Reynard Tube