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The Three Worms – three brothers of nobility cross paths with three demons who invade their bodies and incur a terrible hunger without end.
Alexander, Franklin and Patrick were young men of nobility. A trio of brothers who resided, with their wealthy parents, in the largest and nicest of all of the homes in the village. A colony, over which their father held great dominion as a representative of their native country and as the owner of the factory outside of town. The three boys ranged from 18 to 24 years of age, finished with schooling and taking on more duties at their father’s company while deciding on their future prospects and courting young women for an eventual bride.
In the haze of the evening air, several drinks and a night sky just shy of the new moon, the boys stumbled down dirt streets lined with tall concrete walls that separated properties. The frost of their breath intermingled with the smoke of outdoor ovens firing up delicious-smelling foods and refracted the soft, glowing lights of paper lanterns, strung overhead.
Around the corner, lost in their babbling chatter and laughter, the boys passed another trio of young men, locals, sitting cross-legged on the side of the road. They were rolling dice and sipping spirits from dirty, old glass bottles.
Alex stopped suddenly at the sound of a whistle call. Blinking and bringing his surroundings into focus, he turned and spotted the men on the side of the road staring straight at him, with a twinkle in his eye and a mischievous smirk on his lips. The stranger tilted his head back, motioning for Alex to approach him, while leaning back against the wall and spreading his legs out before him, arms stretched overhead, on which to rest his head.
Entranced, Alex wandered toward him, half-mumbling, arousing the attention of his brothers who followed with curiosity in their voices. Three strangers on the side of road rose to their feet to greet the three brothers. They smiled those wicked, confident smiles and bowed, then extending a hand to be shaken.
Paired up, hands enclasped, the brothers stared deep into the strangers eyes and allowed themselves to be pulled forward into an intimate hug. The warmth of another body, holding them so knowingly, pressing against their torsos and rubbing into their groins, was enough to weaken their knees. Despite their status, the three were still virgins, and in their altered state, they melted into the men who pulled against them. Then their heads were gripped in strong hands, pulled toward warm breath from the pleasant faces of the street-side men and their lips were drawn into a passionate kiss.
Alexander felt something change first. Not painful, but an odd sensation; that his jaw was stretching wider than he would think possible. Then his throat felt as though it was stretching open too. As if he could swallow a large rock. When he opened his eyes, blurry as they were, the handsome man before him was staring back … and morphing, as if his body were turning to gum.
Before Alex could make a noise, the man flooded his throat, head first. His flexible body forced open the space above Alex’s tongue and slammed against the back of his throat before gushing down into his belly. Head, neck, shoulders, arms and chest … in moments, the man was already halfway inside of Alex and a warm sensation was spreading all across Alex’s body. His belly jutted out from his waist, having torn through his shirt, like an enormous melon.
While Alex was being invaded, Franklin was on his toes, arms clutched around his man’s shoulders, a slight grimace on his face as he uttered little, shuddering moans and sloppily kissed the man’s neck. A strong, calloused hand had slid down the waist of his pants and two fingers, soaked with sweat and natural lubricant had slithered between Franklin’s cheeks and pried open his hole. They now poked and massaged Franklin’s eager prostate, causing fluid to leak from his virgin cock.
Then three fingers went in … four … past the knuckles … even the thumb … Franklin only whined in bliss and slight discomfort, not aware of how far the man’s arm was progressing. Hardly aware, even, as the man’s elbow past his hole, having lifted Franklin off the ground. Then the boy was thrown to the dirt, face down as the man extended his other hand into Franklin. His eyesight, and his focus, were completely blurred, and his groans grew only louder and more lustful, as the man pried him open wide enough to climb inside, one foot after the other. Then with a suctioning series of pops, the man yanked the rest of himself inside and allowed Franklin’s hole to pucker closed with squelches and streams of fluids leaking from the abused orifice. Franklin lay there a while, stunned, while fluids streamed from his cock and ass, with a gut draped off to his side like he was about to delivery a litter of half a dozen.
As the first two men finished entering his brothers, Patrick was lost in his own blissful realm. He was pinned against one of the concrete walls while the last of the strangers hung himself from the wall’s edge by his fingers. His legs wrapped around Patrick’s waist and his ass bounced back and forth against Patrick’s crotch, sucking in and pushing out the young man’s cock with a violent passion.
Patrick felt a tension rising in his crotch and his cock seemed to be swelling inside the man’s gut with each stroke, filling him with a sense of power. The man’s hole was indeed gaping, ever wider, allowing Patrick’s cock through it even as it reached the width of a gourd at harvest. Several strokes later and the man pulled himself completely off of Patrick’s cock, slimy squelches and sticky fluids leaking onto the ground.
Patrick’s gooned out face looked down long enough to witness the size of his cock, which was suddenly as wide as his own waist, only briefly, before the man swung himself backwards and then lunged back forward. Hinged at the hips, the man forced his ass into the cum slit of Patrick’s monsterous dick, lodging himself inside, folded in half, up to his waist and mid-thighs.
Patrick let out a scream, not from pain but panic. He was suddenly aware of his surroundings and taking in the sight of his brothers, collapsed and enormous, while trying to process that another man was wedged inside of his mammoth cock. The unavoidable need to cum welled up inside of his balls and threatened to burst his plugged up cock. It ached, tremendously, to explode.
Patrick took in a deep breath and the man was suctioned down further, his head, feet and arms still sticking out Patrick’s cock head, an evil smile painted across his face. The urge to cum came on strong and fast again, like a sneeze, but the plug heaved back against it and he cried out. Trying not to, but failing to overcome the compulsion, Patrick sucked wind once more while bucking his hips and the rest of the man slipped on down, appearing like a giant egg that bulged out the walls of Patrick’s cock as it slithered its way down to his crotch and landed inside of his belly. Then Patrick screamed once more as a torrent of cum gushed from his cock like a geyser, before collapsing, unconscious, as his cock shrunk back down to its former size.
…
In the morning, the rising sun and the bustle of the townsfolk stirred the three boys awake like a bucket of water to the face. They bolted upright, eyes wide in shock and sat with their legs splayed, their bodies and clothes intact. They each looked at each other, mouths dry and eyes red from the night’s drinking. Without a word to one another, they stood gingerly and stumbled a moment before steadying their gait and walking home. Each of them feeling the jiggle of small bellies bouncing over the waists of their pants.
At home, the family chef had prepared them a typical breakfast of eggs and seasoned vegetables. The boys sat and ate it all, greedily, without silverware and then demanded the chef make another round.
“And rice!” Franklin shouted, while his brothers bobbed their heads in enthusiastic agreement. “Bring us each three bowls of rice!”
Through the day’s activities, the boys continued to demand food be brought to them. They focused less and less on what was happening and more on consuming with a piggish appetite. Decadent meats, sweetened with honey or jams, a variety of fruits and rustic breads soaked in oils or butter. Over the coming days, then weeks, the brothers engorged themselves more than the people around them thought should be possible. All the while, always demanding more rice between everything else that they ate.
Back from holiday, the boys’ father was informed that there was a problem. His sons had eaten half the village’s food, refused to even leave their room at this point and were behaving as if they had never been around civilized culture before. In front of the staff, they cussed, they belched and they farted. They scratched their exposed bellies and beneath their crotches, let slobber roll down their lips and unshaven chins, spat and urinated on the floors. They wore the same clothes, now, for days and seemed … dumber with each meal.
Their father stood in the doorway at his three sons, eyes wide in terror … and anger. He closed the door behind himself, locked it and began in a tirade against his sons, who were each massively transformed in their obesity. They each weighed nearly 1000lbs, spilling out of frayed and torn clothing wherever flesh could ooze. But when their father came up to Alexander, the oldest of the three, his remaining words escaped him. He stared into Alex’s glossy eyes, watched as he licked his lips hungrily, then gave a brief screech as his son lifted him from the floor and swallowed him whole.
Now the heads of the house, and terrifying to the villagers, the brothers received a constant rotation, around the clock, of visitors. Men entered and reluctantly lined up to fuck the brothers, who’s hunger had grown so great, they needed both ends filled. Others arrived with rotations of food, especially rice, to feed the brothers. Food and cum, constantly pumped inside of rapidly expanding bodies. Sometimes, after the men climaxed, one of the brothers would pick him, dislodging his cock from their hole, and toss him down their throats to join the growing belly.
Alexander reached his own climax of sorts, first. Over 3,000lbs now, in a fit of insatiable hunger, Alex grabbed a dozen men in the room and greedily tossed them, one after another, down his throat. With a symphony of gurgles, gloops and roaring growls emanating from his gut, which shook like a small earthquake, Alex groaned and squealed like a pig, clutching the vast expanse of his belly. Then, his belly expanding, quickly, like a balloon … Alex suddenly exploded.
Down they crashed, like a literal ton of bricks. The house blown to pieces. Franklin and Patrick soaring comically through the air before landing with an enormous splat on the dirt road outside, shrapnel from the house flying in every direction. Dozens of villagers, who had been filing in and out of the manor, screamed and ran.
The brothers bodies plugged up the street, so that a few dozen men were trapped in the cul-de-sac abutting the family’s property. With great effort, Patrick and Franklin heaved themselves to hands and knees, crawling toward the only source of food in sight, the ground thundering and shaking with each movement. They grabbed and vacuumed the men up, but Patrick managed to greedily suck down the last two in Franklin’s hands, too stupid now to learn from their oldest brother’s fate. His massive body rumbled, roared and jostled violently, next, until he too exploded.
Franklin reacted only with anger that his food was stolen, leaving him empty with this unending hunger. He looked around frantically, seeing no one. He crawled toward some of the dropped platters and scooped up some fruits and slabs of meat, but in his stomach he felt a panic like a vice-grip. Where was the rice???
Franklin crawled about, screaming in frustration and growing increasingly pained from somewhere deep in his gut. He could find no one and no rice and his need was making him feel weak. Eventually, he lost the strength to crawl and collapsed, rolling over on his back and falling asleep.
His eyes fluttered open, hours later, moonlight gleaming down and casting an eerie blue shade over the dirt and the concrete. His gut was rumbling like a motor and bouncing violently, as if it’s entire contents were trying to jostle about and break free. He cried out in pain and clutched the massive belly with plump fingers.
Chubby toes and fat feet slammed against the ground as he arched his back and felt a pressure build in his pelvis. He strained, grunted and spat while his cock swelled, out of sight beyond a belly the size of many men. His balls swelled next and a feeling of urgency made it painful to clench down. Something enormous shifted down into his balls and then coursed it’s way into the shaft of his cock. Franklin screamed out like a banshee as the pressure rose to a boiling point. Then his cock fired like a cannon, spraying out gallon after gallon of high-pressure cum.
Amongst the spray, the shapeless body of the stranger from the first night flew out, landing in a gummy puddle, flooded with fluids. His body reformed into a human shape as he turned toward Franklin and made eye contact, with that wicked grin once more morphing his beautiful face. Free from the parasite, Franklin’s mind returned to him. He cried out in pain and called after the man as he turned and ran away. Leaving Franklin, thousands of blubbery pounds, soaking wet and immobile in the road.
The Yarechidna – a beast in the forest snatches up a group of friends camping, keeping one to host his eggs.
Five friends joined one another at the forest’s edge, excitedly greeting one another with hugs and laughter. Friends since college, now aged another decade, the men all relished their temporary escape from the mundane into the woods, where they could camp, eat, drink and pretend they were young again.
The first day found them setting up their campsite with the supplies they’d brought and foraging for firewood. By night’s end, they enjoyed the fruits of their labor while casting lines into a nearby river, sipping beers and chewing through dinner as they shared old stories.
There was sign not too far from their campsite warning visitors away from the area downstream. Dangerous wildlife, it read. With the bravado of half a dozen beers and a rifle in each of their hands, the men decided to check it out. They were prepared to do some hunting while they were here, anyway.
Down the side of the river, the cleared path faded into brush and overgrowth, slowing their progress. One of the men stopped to piss on the side of a tree as the others continued. He ignored the sound of a snapping branch, right before being hoisted up into the air and snatched away before he could utter a cry for help.
The others continued for several minutes before noticing they were short anyone. Another offered to turn back while the others waited, but ten minutes later, when he failed to return, the remaining three grew quite concerned.
They promised to stay together as they cautiously paced back to camp, rifles at the ready. A stray root near a loose patch of dirt on the edge of the river caught one of the men’s foot, bringing him down onto the pitfall that sent him crashing into the river. The current carried him quickly out of sight, where he would then fall silent, but only after a rattle like a snake pierced the air and a brief screech rang out.
Distracted, the men were looking and hollering down the riverbank when something coiled around one of their guns and flung it away. The man turned toward whatever took his gun, facing away as his friend was lifted up into the trees. Dolton, the remaining man, whipped back around and stared up in time to watch as his friend was swallowed whole.
Dolton did not get very far in running away before the beast caught up with him and snagged him by the ankle. Dangling in the air, Dolton was brought before the creature where he had chance to study it more closely, albeit upside down.
Jet black, iridescent scales lined the broad body of the creature which tapered down from the waist into a long, dexterous tail like some massive python. The scales then became patchy around the waist where they transitioned into a soft, grey-colored skin. The creature otherwise resembled a lean, athletic man from the waist up with black and yellow eyes like a snake. His face was captivatingly handsome. His lips, plump and alluring.
The creature lifted Dolton until their faces abutted one another and Dolton clenched his body in preparation of being consumed. Instead, the soft, wet and agile tongue of the beast parted Dolton’s lips and wrestled his own. Dolton’s eyes popped open in surprise as his body was hoisted right side up again, held in the creature’s strong arms. The beast smelt like a man, musky from working hard in the sun, and the aroma enveloped Dolton’s mind.
His eyes shuttered softly closed again as he leaned in to the kiss and returned its passion, letting his hands greedily roam the beast’s firm chest and back. Dolton’s cock stiffened and pressed against the beast’s abdomen. Sensing his arousal, the creature used its tail to snag Dolton’s clothes and tear them off from his body, so that he was hoisted in the air, naked, groping, kissing and thrusting his cock freely.
Then a section of scales beneath its fleshy abdomen folded open and back, flush with its body, revealing a long, grey cock, slick with slimy fluids and draped in inches of excess foreskin. The appendage grew nearly a foot long and widened to the girth of a forearm before teasing and moistening Dolton’s exposed hole.
Dolton gasped and his body shook while his arms gripped the beast tighter and he folded his head beneath the beast’s jaw, continuing to kiss its neck while seeking its comfort and protection. The fluids soaking Dolton’s hole made a pleasantly tingling and numbing sensation, then provoked his hole to rapidly dilate.
With a squelch and a pop, the beast’s cock entered Dolton and filled his gut with its heavy meat. Gently at first, back and forth, the creature thrust itself, making Dolton whimper and groan as his lower body trembled spasmodically, clinging to the beast’s waist. The thrusting picked up speed and force as the creature grew excited and Dolton’s shouts became louder in turn, blissful tingles rushing all across his body. The pleasure inside of Dolton’s gut made him yearn, desperately, to orgasm, deep inside of his hole. He begged for the creature’s load to fill him.
Then the creature obliged. A stream became a gushing spray. It poured into Dolton’s gut with a force that made his skin screech like a balloon as it expanded in every direction. Then the creature thrust and shook, popping out four eggs, one after another, that flooded into Dolton with the rest of the fluids. The intensity of the pressure, combined with the force with which Dolton clenched down as he spurt out his own orgasm, caused him to lose consciousness.
As he fell into a state like a wet noodle, the creature slithered to a nearby patch of grass overlooking a cliffside above the river. He laid Dolton down, in a nest of his own twirled tail, and held the man gingerly in his arms while he slept.
Overnight, Dolton’s impossibly large gut continued to swell. Fluids squirt and leaked out here and there, but the eggs grew rapidly. By morning, Dolton’s belly was so big as to completely smother the rest of him, nearly four times over. Then his body prepared to empty and the rattling woke him suddenly.
He screamed out in agony, hands clenching the taught skin of his gut as the creature looped its torso around and rushed its head to Dolton’s. Panicked at first, Dolton quickly calmed when the creature locked lips with him. Then the beast slammed his erect cock into Dolton’s hole and thrust back and forth a few times, before quickly pulling it back out with a pop. This caused fluids to gush from Dolton’s hole like a fire hydrant, before settling into a heavy stream.
Only the first egg stopped the flow for a minute or two, requiring Dolton’s already gaping hole to stretch further, which he did through straining grunts as the creature held him. Then it popped out and joined the stream, followed more quickly by the last three eggs, until Dolton was nearly empty, sporting more of a beer belly in size.
Dolton slowly pushed himself up on his elbows, his legs completely numb and his guts feeling incredibly empty. Hungry even. He and the creature looked up at the eggs as they shook and began to crack. Out from each of the eggs were each of Dolton’s college friends, groaning and confused. Their lower bodies replaced with black-scaled tails, just like the beast’s.
The Inflatecubus – a demonic creature of seduction tricks a businessman into feasting as they talk, then joins him back at his hotel room. The man wakes beneath the pressure of the incubus on his chest … and expands as the creature floods his throat with cum.
Jacob checked his watch again. Service is slow in the South, apparently. He needed to get back to his room to sleep. He’d be waking early again to exercise in the hotel gym before starting the last day of this conference. While he waited for the check, a man sat beside him at the bar.
Alastair, he’d introduced himself as. Dark hair coiffed back and tucked behind his ears gracefully. Deeply green eyes, a slim nose, pale skin and soft lips. He was lean with unblemished skin, a few inches shorter than Jacob and Jacob thought him beautiful.
Suddenly, the check was not important and Jacob was ordering them both drinks. A few rounds in, engaged in marvelous and witty conversation, Alastair requested a food list. He ordered onion rings, fries, mozzarella sticks, breadsticks … basically everything on the menu.
Jacob thought it odd only a moment, before the man’s charm took over again. He hardly paid mind as the man continued ordering round after round, to the bartender’s revulsion and concern. When the kitchen closed around 10, Alastair asked to join Jacob in his room for the evening.
Jacob wiped his mouth of crumbs and excitedly accepted, standing clumsily and almost tripping before righting himself. He barked for the bartender to charge his room and then waddled after Alastair as he walked confidently toward the elevator, leaving dozens of empty baskets strewn across the bar top.
He looked back only a moment, confused. “Did Alastair eat any of the food he ordered?” Jacob wondered to himself. But then Alastair turned back and cooed Jacob’s name. He continued his waddle, belly hanging out from beneath his dress shirt which had been forced out of his pants and popped open the first four buttons. Jacob felt himself sweat; his walk remained clumsy and unfamiliar with the massive gut shifting side to side like an enormous bowl of gelatin.
The pair closed the door to his hotel room and then attacked one another passionately. When they collapsed on the bed afterwards, panting, sweating, naked, Jacob felt himself slipping into a dream. Alastair dragged him further up the mattress to rest his head on the pillow and tucked him in beneath the covers.
Jacob dreamed he was lying beneath a waterfall, the force of the stream pushing down against his chest. He tried, but could not move, as fluid splashed over his face and drained down his throat, gradually filling and stretching his belly. He felt his stomach expand, ballooning to inhuman size, all the while pinned down at his chest by the rushing water.
Then his eyes flung open. Sitting, perched on Jacob’s chest, was Alastair, legs splayed and mouth split into a wide smile. He looked so gorgeous, Jacob failed to question as Alastair held his cock near Jacob’s lips. He even failed to notice how his cock had grown two feet long. Not until Alastair had gently pulled Jacob’s mouth open and snaked his cock halfway down his esophagus, did Jacob register that there was an issue.
He tried to flail, but Alastair was startlingly heavy considering his slim body. He became suddenly aware of an enormous pressure inside of his gut and tilted his head up to see his own belly, looking as if he’d swallowed half a dozen pumpkins. His panicked moans were muffled around a cock that tasted so musky and delicious, his reflexes would not allow him to do anything but suck on it passionately.
Alastair tipped his head and back and purred as his cock jettisoned out cum like a hose. It flooded Jacob’s guts and made the ballooning man emit a gurgling scream. As his belly expanded, growled and churned, Alastair began to change.
His face became wider and thicker, more ogre-ish. Skin more of a grey. Eyes from green to a dark crimson with streaks of purple. His lean body expanded, not just in his gut but all over. Muscles expanding larger as fat piled on, beneath every inch of skin. He chuckled and stared Jacob in the eyes as he placed giant, coarse hands down on Jacob’s pecs and pushed his butt back.
Crushing the upper part of Jacob’s abdomen beneath the rapidly growing weight of Alastair’s body, the food and cum that ballooned his torso rushed down and out, producing dozens of stretch marks. All the while, even as he continued growing, Alastair’s cock flooded Jacob’s throat with more voluminous cum. Making Jacob expand until his belly hit the 10 foot tall ceiling.
Giggling in a demonically low voice, Alastair watched as Jacob’s eyes bugged out, cheeks full like a chipmunk, limbs splayed out in the air like stems off a cherry, and listened as his panicked croaks crescendoed and then suddenly broke off as a squeak. The room shook violently and Jacob’s body made a terrible noise, while the cum inside of him boiled over with great turbulence … then he exploded.
The Endowed – a man with a small cock makes a deal with a demon, allowing him to stretch his cock after midnight to suck off and steal the cocks of more endowed men, but only temporarily … even if he ends up targeting something a bit bigger than just a penis.
Tristan watched the man’s bulge sway side to side, looking big and heavy as it filled out the front of that striped banana hammock by the pool. He scowled as the man made eye contact and smirked sheepishly, then walked up to a twink at the bar with one of the fattest asses Tristan had ever seen. He had made out with the same guy last night while dancing at the resort’s club, but he’d deserted Tristan after copping a feel. Tristan had a very small cock.
Now, this alpha with the horse dick was smooth-talking the twink and the two of them were wandering off into a nearby bathroom stall, presumably to fuck like rabbits. Tristan boiled with jealous anger, but smiled in his lounge chair. He quietly walked over to the man’s chair, where his bag was, pulled out his wallet and found the key card to his room, making note of the number. 319.
That night, Tristan retired to his bed and waited calmly for midnight to approach. The clock struck, he stretched and removed the sheet from his body, revealing his naked crotch. He grinned at his erect cock and watched as it began to stretch from its natural three inches … four … six … twelve …… His head tilted upward to watch as it grew and crept its way toward the ceiling.
There it stretched like gum through a grate and slithered along the air vents until it reached room 319. The man from the pool was sleeping peacefully, sprawled out naked amongst the covers. Tristan’s cock dropped down from the ceiling and hovered over the man’s endowed member.
The two cock heads made light contact, arousing a small jump from the sleeping man’s dick. Then Tristan’s cum slit open up wide and a small suction formed, pulling the other man’s cock head into the divot like a vacuum. Precum leaked and lubricated the stiffening cock as it grew to its impressive, meaty nine-inches.
Tristan breathed in excitedly through flared nostrils, feeling his cum clit begin to gape. It widened until it was able to pull the man’s cock head inside, which made the man moan in his sleep and gently buck his hips. Tristan’s cock then stretched further, swallowing the man’s nine inches, down to the base. Maintaining wet suction, his cock retracted and stretched, back and forth, stroking the man and making him thrust more aggressively into the air.
Not sixty seconds later, the man was grunting, body spasming, and startling awake as his cock shot the biggest load of his life. His voice croaked out in a persistent strain as his cock continued to spray into Tristan’s. Pulsing wildly, with each new, massive squirt, the man’s cock shriveled a few more millimeters. In moments, his still-rock hard nine inch cock had shriveled up, shrunk down to eight inches … seven … six … four …… two …… one ….. a tiny mushroom head with the girth of a thumb tip throbbing and leaking atop half an inch of cock shaft.
With hardly anything to suction around, Tristan’s cock dislodged and let out a tiny noise like a belch before retreating back up into the vents. Tristan wished he could hear the panicked yelps and frantic sounds of the man crashing around the room looking for a light to evaluate his newly puny, unusable cock. When Tristan woke up the next morning, he would be sporting the beautiful, fat, veiny, uncut, nine-inch cock that the other man once owned.
Unfortunately, as wonderful as it felt to fuck that cocky twink with the fat ass, especially after spotting the man whose cock he stole trying to hide his crotch by the pool with a humiliated look on his face, as soon as he came into the boy’s guts, his cock shrank right back down to its original, small size. Fortunately, there was no short supply of new men cycling in and out of the resort each week.
Another night came, another target selected. A beautiful Czech man who Tristan had spotted in the community showers. When midnight struck and his cock hovered above the man, it began its familiar dance of gaping open to swallow up and suck off the other man’s mammoth cock. Tristan felt particularly hungry tonight though. His cock slid up and down, drinking up the delicious cum … But it felt empty.
In his hunger, Tristan’s cock stretched open even wider than before, sucking in the man’s balls. Then wider still until the cock head was wider than the man’s waist. He dislodged, allowing the man’s tiny one inch cock to ooze in peace. Then Tristan’s cock fluttered to the foot of the bed … And swallowed up both of the man’s feet.
Finally waking, the man scrambled to jump out of bed and find the light, but he was already sucked in past his knees and unable to escape the suction. Just when his hands were left exposed to the air of the room, the man’s husband bolted into the room from the bathroom where he’d been showering. He gasped and screamed out as Tristan’s cock bulged out, showing the man’s body traveling along the shaft until he was absorbed. Then it withdrew to the vents like usual.
The man’s husband ran out of his hotel room, following the sound of Tristan’s cock traveling the vents. When they stopped, he rapt on the door in a violent panic. Tristan opened the door, smirking, with a cock the size of a small man sagging down across his feet.
“You must like monstrous cocks if he was your man. Come here.” Tristan snarled, grabbing the guy and throwing him inside and onto the bed while the door slammed shut. The man made to jump off of the mattress but Tristan’s cock soared through the air like putty and crashed against the man’s ass, tearing a hole through his boxer briefs … And flooding his guts with cock.
The man groaned as his belly bulged out in front of his waist, big, round and taught and continuing to balloon. Tristan approached, grabbed the other man’s waist and let his cock return to a solid form and shape. Then he thrust back and forth, prying the other man open so wide, he would be able to give birth to a full-grown adult. When he roared and unleashed his load, the man screeched and inflated, twice in size, completely round expect for his limbs and head … Then he exploded.
The Vampire’s Hunger – escaping from desiccation famished, a cum-thirsty vampire drains the men from around where he breaks free.
Driven into the earth, which itself rested undisturbed for centuries, a motorized drill bore through dirt and stone to tap into a reservoir of natural gas. A small cave-in exposed what was once a meticulously hidden entombment, providing not just a tunnel to the surface, but also the destruction of an enclosure and its various wards.
Scott and Rick finished up for the afternoon, shutting down equipment and making plans for dinner. Maybe hit the bar up first. The sound of crumbling soil momentarily alarmed them before they returned to conversation.
Then Scott cried out as he was yanked away into darkness. His screams turning oddly … sexual. As if he was moaning through an orgasm of great intensity. His groans grew quieter and quieter until they stopped altogether. Rick failed to run very far before he too was snatched.
Not far from the site was a small farm. The family had sold its land to allow for drilling in order to pay their bills. Their son, Derrick was plopping down on the couch after a day working the field, and scrolling his phone through social media.
He saw a news story about an animal attack the night before, apparently on the edge of their property, and wondered if his dad already knew of it. He remembered seeing police lights late last night, but was half-asleep and thought little of it. This morning, though, four empty outfits were found. No signs of struggle, no bodies – just the undamaged clothes of four men.
Derrick took a long shower after dinner, brushed his teeth and shuffled to his bedroom wearing only a bathroom towel. When he entered the room, he saw his window was left open and the night breeze was persuading the curtain into a loft-full dance. Only the moonlight shone in and illuminated a sliver of the room, over the window sill and along the floor to the end of the bed.
A presence in the room made the hairs on Derrick’s neck stand up.
“Who’s there??” He called out. He was met with a long pause. Then a shadowy figure stepped forward from the corner of the room, allowing light from the window to draw them a silhouette.
“I’m sorry, young man. But it’s been a very long time since they put me in there … and I’m absolutely famished.”
The creature lunged forward, grabbing Derrick and easily lifting him up several feet, pinned against the wall. Expecting to be bitten or stabbed, Derrick let out a shocked gasp as his towel was thrown aside, and his cock was swallowed up.
The creature’s mouth felt exquisite. Derrick could not help himself to cry out in ecstasy as his cock was sucked off by an expert. He let out a bellow and squirt out the biggest load of his life. It seemed to just keep flowing and the man kept swallowing like it was water in a desert.
The blissful sensation mixed with terror again when Derrick felt his muscles beginning to shrink. Hard-earned and farm-fed muscles that he had packed on over several years. They were being drained from him as he continued to cum.
Then he began to shrink. Over six feet tall when he entered the room, he was quickly shriveling up below five feet now … four … three feet even. He felt his hands and feet getting smaller as he shrank to an incredibly short height. He felt as though the last of his essence was soon to be consumed, most of him already gone.
“Wait, no – please!” He yelled out. “I’m as tall as a two-liter of coke. I can’t get much smaller-!! Please release me. Please don’t suck me dry – Ughhhh!!”
And just like that, the vampire sucked out one final burst of seed and the man shriveled into nothing before draining down it’s throat.
Faerie Eyes – a man is seduced and brought home for sex, accidentally imbuing his eyes with faerie sight while looking for eye drops, and is cursed in punishment to carry a child to full term and live his life as a satyr.
Simon stumbled out from the bar, a beautiful woman wrapped in his left arm. She was hailing a cab that would bring them back to her place. Once through the door, they were attached at the lips and roaming one another’s bodies like animals. He was led into the bedroom of a posh apartment in a modern contemporary style, where he was shoved on top of Egyptian cotton sheets that sprawled over a king-sized mattress.
Once naked, and following some foreplay, Simon was pumping his cock in and out of his mate for the night and feeling blissful. His head tilted back and when he opened his eyes, in the low light of the room, he watched the mass of their combined shadow dance across the edge between ceiling and wall. He squinted, confused, at the size and almost … burly shape of the shadow the two were casting.
The woman grabbed Simon’s head and whispered in his ear seductively about handcuffs before hopping out of bed, turning off the light as she walked into the bathroom. Simon shook the image from his head and recalled that his contacts were still in the from morning and his were rather dry, perhaps a bit blurry.
He opened a bedside drawer and clumsily felt around for some eye drops in the dark, finding a small bottle with a dropper top and hovering it over each eye. Blinking in the solution, his eyes felt immediately better and he tossed the bottle back in the drawer.
The woman returned, in the dark, and silently cuffed Simon to the bed frame, which drove him wild. She then mounted his cock and rode him, bringing him close to climax, before backing off and stopping him, repeatedly.
This time, Simon felt his hips being lifted and let out a small croak of confusion when the woman began to play with his hole. Not altogether unpleasant, but new for him. A clap of lightning that followed a small breeze cracked the curtain and allowed light to fill the room for a moment, causing Simon to scream out in panic.
The clean and beautifully decorated room around him was suddenly dilapidated and dirty. The bed was an old, beat up mattress on the floor. And the woman above him was now a rather large man with white hair, jet black eyes with no white sclera, and grayish skin. He was also sporting a long cock that then rammed into Simon’s hole.
Ignoring Simon’s cries, the man proceeded to fuck him, roughly, for several minutes before letting out a roar and spraying in his load. Simon immediately felt its pressure building in his gut. Before long, his belly was ballooning, full of something that rapidly grew. His chest expanded as well, becoming full and heavy, with fat but also with a liquid of some sort.
“What are you?!” Simon yelled out. “And what did you do to me? … and what is wrong with your eyes??”
A short pause, then the curtain was wrenched open and the man lunged forward, grabbing Simon by the face and staring into his eyes.
“You stole my drops” the creature purred. “Humans do not deserve to see with faerie eyes.”
Simon made to ask what that meant but his belly now stretched far in front of his waist, like he was nine months pregnant and he was starting with contractions. He began spreading his legs as he felt the thing in his gut begin to descend.
“No,” the faerie snarled. “For your theft, the gift you’ve stolen, a price must be paid. You’ll carry my son through into full maturity before giving birth. We age faster than humans, though we live longer. In seven months time, you will birth another of the fae, my size. Do not try to interfere with the process. Nothing you humans can do is more powerful than our magic.”
With that, Simon passed out and woke up in his own bed, sporting an enormous gut. True to his word, Simon’s belly continued growing, stretching to remarkable size, and nothing could abort the pregnancy. When he would finally give birth, his hole stretched open wide enough to pass a man standing over eight feet tall, a final transformation would occur. Simon’s body transformed during the birth into that of a satyr. Half man-half goat, thinking only of wine and sex with men, able to get pregnant with every load he would take from then on.
It Came from the Sewer – students at a wealthy boarding school haze one of the new members, leaving him overnight by a sewer, where they unknowingly leave him victim to the advances of a slime monster looking for a warm place to incubate its eggs.
Eric grimaced amongst the screams of the crowd of other boys, each adorning a mask of a different animal, as they carried him, tied up, across campus to a secluded area near the sports fields. He’d been warned, of course, but the hazing of initiation was still hell. Even, or maybe especially, at an expensive boarding school like this. They woke him with sirens, stripped him down, bagged him, sprayed him outside with a hose and covered him in dirt before hoisting him away to their current destination.
The boys lowered Eric and bound his hands behind his back. Then they bound each of his ankles, separately, to spread his legs open and chained them to a nearby lamppost and a nearby bike rack. This left him splayed out, hole exposed, on the side of the road, where they explained he would stay for the night to complete the ritual. They used to string the guys up over the old well in the fields, but the school tore it down and filled it in this past year, so a new spot was Eric’s to try out.
Hours passed, turning fear into boredom, as Eric waited for the sun to rise. A gurgling noise rose from the sewer around 2AM, and then again a few minutes later – louder this time. The hairs on Eric’s body stood at attention as the noise grew suddenly louder again, being joined by sickening, wet, little pops, squelches and smacks. He tilted his head up, eyes wide and watched as a green creature made of slime climbed up from the sewer in the side of the curb and headed straight for his open asshole.
He yelled out, but was far away from anyone that might hear him. The creature easily parted Eric’s hole and began to flood his gut, more and more of it becoming visible as it continued climbing out of the sewer before slurping inside of Eric. His belly ballooned as his guts filled with wet slime until he looked as though he had swallowed an exercise ball.
Then the slime seemed to shake and bubbling over violently, making Eric squirm and buck about. His belly jutted out in every direction, like it was full of bouncy balls, or flubber. The creature was producing eggs to push out and deposit inside of Eric’s gut.
Then more of the goo crept forward for its body and glooped around Eric’s cock before pushing down into his urethra. He gasped and moaned while the slime sucked and slurped up and down his shaft, and in and out of his cock. When he lost his seed, it sprayed into the slime, which retreated and wormed its way up Eric’s ass with the rest of itself. Any of the slime left out in the air crawled into Eric and plugged itself up, to fertilize and grow over the coming hours.
When the boys returned, snicker on their walk, they’re chatter turned to panic when they spotted Eric and heard the grotesque sounds. His belly looked like the stripes of a watermelon, green, taught and covered in stretch marks.
“Help me!” He cried out. “I’m about to explode!! You have to pull this fucking slime plug out – now!”
One brave soul, under the pressure and shoving of the rest, inched forward timidly. He knelt down, face scrunched in disgust and reached forward. He reached a finger and pushed it past Eric’s hole, which was plugged open several inches. Near its edge, the boy ran his finger around like he was preparing to take a Jell-O shot and then pulled back.
The plug popped out with a loud noise and the pressure of Eric caused the slime in his belly to explode outward. Unable to move in time, the guy between Eric’s legs caught it full blast as the slime cannon-blasted in a wide arc, spraying all over the curb and dozens of feet of adjacent grass. Lots of eggs shot out with the cum-streaked slime before the gang untied Eric and carried him away to their dorm. A few stayed behind and grabbed a nearby hose to rinse down the area back into the sewer and the lot of them agreed not to speak of any of this again.
Much as he preferred to deny it, though, Eric could feel a few of the eggs still in his belly, which would hatch in just a matter of days. And the poor sap who’d unplugged him – his skin was feeling rather strange …
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