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A sports team is exposed to a mysterious virus that turns them zombie-brained and capable of turning to goo to flood men’s holes and invade their bodies.
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Go Titans! – The words rang out over the field, inspiring a last little spurt of speed before Marco managed to cross the line and score a decisive touchdown for the game’s victory. He ran across the field and jumped to chest-bump his teammates. They’d won another game.
Headed back to the locker room, the group of young men, rowdy from their game, hurried back, horsing around as they traveled. They were stopped along the way, past the bleachers, by a small group of athletes from the opposing team.
“Hey, fellas – great game. You guys beat us every year. We weren’t exactly expecting a different outcome. I’m throwing a party tomorrow at my dad’s lake house. You should all come … liquor will be supplied of course haha”
“Why?” Marco responded cautiously. “Don’t you have beef with us?”
“For a stupid game?” The jock replied. “Dude, it’s just football. I mean, it’s fun, but it’s not worth having beef over. Seriously, it’ll be a good time, tomorrow night. You guys should come. See you later, man.”
And just like that, the team was talking amongst themselves, and accepting an invitation that would change their lives … and their community … forever …
Last period before the school day was finished and Marco would be free. Free to drive his friends to pick up food at the drive thru; no practices tonight. A rest day after yesterday’s game. Then he’d head back home to freshen up and get ready for the party.
Mr. Erickson was droning on with his lesson on virology, a quick chapter in their biology lessons, but one he seemed to enjoy teaching. Marco’s eyes returned to focus on the board as his teacher explained how viruses manage to break through their host’s defenses, injecting their genetic material inside of cells and hijacking their machinery. Forcing our organelles to produce more of the virus in lieu of the cell’s own priorities. Impregnating and ballooning the cell full of new virus until it explodes and releases its spawn to infest the surrounding cells …
Then the bell rang and the class quickly dispersed, Mr. Erickson attempting to call out over the commotion about tonight’s homework. But Marco’s mind was on tonight, now, and in a few hours’ time, he was driving a group of his bros to a lake house a half hour outside of town.
The party was a total sausage fest. Half of the guys were from their rival school. But the house was gorgeous, secluded and seated at the edge of a beautiful lake. There were jet skis and tubes, a pool table, drinking games and free booze. A few hours in and everyone was having a blast.
Alcohol flowing, the men grew more suggestible as the sun set and the night progressed. A game of spin the bottle with no girls around. A joke until someone grabbed an emptied pint of schnapps and spun it before planting a kiss on his teammate, causing laughter to erupt from both him and the group. An enthusiastic kicker spins it again for some laughs and it lands on one of the defensive linemen. The bigger guy chuckles, easily lifts the kicker, and throws him down on the couch before locking lips. Lost for a moment, the kicker succumbs and his legs curls, riding up alongside the lineman’s hip and gripping his waist.
Laughing along with the rest of them, Marco doesn’t flinch when one of the guys from his rival school leans over and places his hand on Marco’s crotch. Button undone, zipper pulled down, his hand explores the front of Marco’s briefs until a small, sticky, damp spot forms. Then he reaches in and pulls out a hard cock before giving it a slow stroke and pulling Marco in for a kiss.
The team’s tight end spots the scene and points his finger dramatically. ‘Oooo’ he yells out, though his sound is mostly drowned by the chaos of the group. Then he looks down in front of him. Another of the rival school’s jocks is on hands and knees, legs slightly spread, with an ass that’s bigger, bouncier and rounder than the tight end has ever seen. His eyes widen at the sight and he instinctively reaches forward to rub the thin fabric of grey athletic pants against the jock’s hole. It’s warm and moist and the friction makes the guy shudder and press his face down toward the floor. Then the tight end gets caught up in the heat of the moment and tears open the fabric in his way, exposing a pink hole and the inner borders of two fat cheeks. He digs his hard cock out and mounts the boy before pumping wildly.
Another teammate sees and starts to react but then another rival jock locks lips with him and drags him to the ground to grope, tongue and hump. One by one, each of Marco’s teammates, himself included, is yanked into a sexual frenzy, paired up with athletes from the rival school until the room is full of the sounds of wet suction, moaning, furniture scuffing and banging against the ground and skin slapping against skin.
After a half hour of fucking around, the room found itself as one big pile of flesh on the floor. A massive, overlapping and undulating orgy of young jocks. Each of the rival school’s jocks on their backs, ankles behind their heads – Marco and his team all on top, fucking their bottom’s holes with all their might and wrestling tongues with a desperate passion. Then they each finally lost their loads, pumped into their bottom’s holes, before passing out.
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When Marco and his teammates woke up the following morning, groaning, sore and nauseous, light streamed in through the windows and illuminated the many bottles of liquor and beer strewn across the floor. The men picked themselves up, gingerly, and looked around at each other for explanation. The rival team was gone and Marco’s teammates could hardly remember the night before.
The next school day came and went, and while the team regained their senses and shook off their hangovers, they each found themselves being rather forgetful. Concentrating was difficult all week. Quizzes were failed. Football practices were a disorganized mess. The men were seeming dumber by the day and more bro-ish by the day.
Privately, they were also getting hornier. They were hooking up in the bathrooms between class, in the locker room showers, in basements and bedrooms after school, in their cars. Anywhere they could manage. Masturbating nonstop but unable to feel like their libidos, or their balls, were being drained.
One day, after practice, Marco stayed behind as his teammates filed out of the locker room. “Feeling sluggish today, Marco?” his Coach asked while walking toward his office. “What’s gotten into you all lately. You’re like a bunch of frat boy zombies.”
Marco only responded by smiling coyly and slowly rubbing his chest. “Marco, what’re you-?” Coach began. But then Marco dropped his towel and revealed his naked, athletic body. Even for his star athlete, Coach was shocked by how muscular and chiseled Marco was.
“Marco, what’re you doing? Put your clothes on. I can’t -“
“Shhh..” Marco responded, arm wrapped around Coach’s shoulders and opposite hand rubbing down Coach’s belly toward his crotch. “No one is here, Coach. Take a big whiff of me. I see you staring and I know it’s impressive. Check this out.”
Coach backed up a bit when Marco released him but his eyes only widened, glued intensely on Marco as the athlete turned and leaned over a bench. Ass perked, back arched, he slid his face, chest and arms against the bench, moaning softly and letting his hole pucker as it was exposed. The scent of his musk was indeed intoxicating, skin perfect and smooth, ass cheeks bouncing and plentiful. Coach couldn’t help but to kneel before his athlete and bring his mouth to his hole to warm it up with his lips and tongue.
Then his hands became greedy, grabbing roughly as Marco’s cheeks and jerking the boy around before standing abruptly and unbuckling his pants. He took his cock out and then paused. “No wait, I can’t do this, Marco.”
Marco flipped over and jumped into his Coach’s arms, wrapping arms and legs around him tightly, too tight for Coach to wrench him off. As coach fought his senses and the animalistic craving taking over his mind, his body attempted half-heartedly to throw Marco off, but Marco jammed his face under Coach’s jaw and sucked on his neck. Then jostled his hips until Coach’s hard cock was at his wet, puckered hole and began to thrust, pulling Coach inside.
Coach and Marco moaned together as the athlete milked his mentor’s cock with his hole. Coach’s eyes fluttered, he slammed back against the lockers to rest and his mind went numb with pleasure. He didn’t even notice as Marco seemed to shrink away from his neck, down his chest and belly. He thought it was Marco’s fingers prying open his hole and massaging his prostate. By the time the pressure mounted to something uncomfortable, Marco was inside of his coach’s ass up the ankles. Then Coach let out a shriek. Their shadows against the locker room tile transformed from two beings into one. One muscular man in his forties with a belly so big, it would make Santa Claus jealous.
News spread quickly the next day about Marco’s sudden disappearance. News also spread about how fat Coach seemed to have grown, overnight. His body was one of a former athlete, still stacked with muscle, but with some softness and a little gut, but now he looked to be carrying more than 100lbs of extra fat. His gut was impressively round and hung out of XXL shirts. No one connected the two events, but Coach was sick with anxiety trying to process what occurred while also keeping it a secret. Each hour, his belly seemed to grow a bit bigger, too, and Coach swore he felt his guts bouncing around …
Another week passed, and Coach was nearly immobile, calling out of work. His team was in no shape to practice anyway. They were skipping classes, having sex all day long with one another and incapable of holding a conversation of any intelligence. On a Saturday evening, after the sun was down, a business man, still suited up from work, stumbled out a bar and started his shuffle home, when the 280lbs defensive lineman from Marco’s team stepped out of an alleyway and blocked the man’s path. The man had only a moment to react with anger and confusion before control of his body was taken.
The athlete launched forward through the air, out of his clothes, transforming humanoid anatomy into an arch of fleshy goo. When it met its victim’s open scream, it immediately filled his mouth, puffing out his cheeks and forcing its way down his throat. The man tried to grasp at the stream to hold it back, but it merely melted and oozed around his hands at high speed. The force was too strong to clench his jaw shut. He could not prevent himself from swallowing as the goo was simply flowing, at high speed, down into his gut.
He fell back on his ass with a thud, giving up on holding back the flow from his mouth and instead redirecting his hands to his abdomen. His gut was ballooning quickly into clenched palms, as he struggled to desperately hold it back. His whole body flailed at his frantic direction, and it bounced about from the creature flooding his intestines.
The mass of the zombie athlete swiftly traversed the man’s guts before invading the rest of his body. The man’s gut caused his shirt to roll up to his chest as it expanded, and it forced apart his waistband, popping the button and tearing the zipper off the fabric. His now expanding tits and ass cheeks caused his clothes to explode off his body. His arms and legs ballooning next, tore apart the remainder of his clothes. His hands and feet turned cartoonishly enlarged and puffy, destroying his shoes in a moment. His feet and toes clenched at the ground and his hands roamed in every direction, as if frantically searching for a way out of his predicament.
As his face finished filling out into round, fat cheeks, the goo finished its last descent, his mouth snapping shut as soon as its resistance vanished. The last guttural growls of air rapidly attempting to escape bubbled out his mouth and ass until an equilibrium was reached. The monster was fully inside, filling him. He was suddenly fattened by almost 300lbs, unrecognizable from just moments ago. Everything on his body was massive, but his gut protruded, round, taught and enormous, even in comparison to his overall obesity.
The man groaned, squirmed and attempted to roll over to push himself back up. Even now, he could feel something sloshing about, deep in his pelvis. It felt different than the fat or from anything as it might feel in his intestines. Too weak to move, he passed out on the sidewalk.
When he woke up a few hours later, a couple of police officers were hovering over him, nudging him to stir. “Let’s go, man. You wreak of booze and you’re naked in the street. We’ll sort this out later. You’re headed to the station for now and you’re way too fat for us to lift, so get on your feet. C’mon, let’s go.” The officer barked.
The man, Jeremy, rocked himself about until he could hobble to his feet with the officers’ help, and then waddled, confused and roaming his body with frantic hands, to the police car. He sat down on a flat mattress in a jail cell, a thin blanket tossed over him to hide his obesity. A couple of other jailers for the night laughed, mocked him and made kissy noises from their cells.
Jeremy was exhausted, physically and mentally, and still a bit tipsy. He tried to grapple with what happened, squeezing his voluptuous tits, belly and love handles, the ass cheeks spilling out from beneath his massive belly. He fazed in and out of sleep all night long, rubbing his sore belly, which seemed to still be growing. He could feel stretch marks forming and depending up his sides and his guts seemed to bounced about inside his belly. The view of the room in his moments of consciousness was getting smaller behind a ballooning gut. Then an enormous cramping grabbed his abdomen and a pressure formed against his asshole, which puckered open and a slimy liquid exploded out.
One of the other jailers for the night snapped awake and started cackling at the sight. But as Jeremy grabbed his gut, hiked up his legs and groaned like a wild animal in pain, the other jailer’s smile faded into concern. He noticed how much bigger and rounder Jeremy’s gut looked from before he fell asleep. Jeremy bore down repeatedly, breathing rapidly between clenching, and his hole began to dilate by several inches. The man watching stuttered, trying to call out for one of the officers to come help.
Then Jeremy’s belly started to visibly bouncing jostling, like it was going to fly away from the rest of his body. His hole opened to an 8 inch gap, hands clenching his gut, toes gripped tightly in the air and he screamed out with a mighty wind. More slime poured out like a faucet, and then a beige, fleshy, shapeless slime ball found its way to Jeremy’s hole. Half a dozen’s litter was inside of him, birthed one after another, and landing on the floor with a wet smack. His thighs collapsed back onto the mattress, coils squeaking and his breath slowly calming, still obese by hundreds of pounds but his belly now soft and partially deflated. Then the slime balls transformed in shape, appearing human, young, masculine and athletic, before running, with smirks on their faces, oozing through the bars to escape. A couple headed to the cells of the other jailers, a couple more towards the officers in the other room, and the last two out a window and into the night.
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One by one, each of the zombie-brained jocks followed suit. Finding their victims, perhaps first seducing or just launching an immediate attack. Infiltrating men down their throats or up their holes, until they were massively obese and impregnated. Doomed to grow a new litter of the transformed men … to give birth, screaming out and gaped open, to another wave of creatures on the prowl for their next host.
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