Three Little Brothers

Timeless Possession

yama951 asked:

How about a buff featureless mannequin?

My husband had many vices, but none was more annoying than his obsession with antiques. What started as a few ancient coins and an Edwardian chair had over the years become a constant hunt for vases, figurines, and old furniture. And the last thing you want to do during your midlife crisis is to be dragged around derelict country houses and posh estates to rummage through their dead owners’ possessions. Trust me, it’s fucking boring.

This time around I just left him salivating over a dusty chaise lounge and went to find a quiet corner to nap for a while. I sneaked into one of the storage rooms and dropped dead on some fancy chair. A cloud of dust erupted from the cushions and got into my eyes and nose. As I instinctively brought my hands to my face, I accidentally knocked down a little porcelain doll that was resting on a cabinet beside me. I was scared the rattle it made as it broke would alert someone of my presence, but it seemed no one was around so I just ignored it, cleared my eyes of the dust, and prepared myself for a quick nap.

That’s when I heard it. What is it you want? I assumed I was in that awkward middle point between sleep and wakefulness, so I didn’t give it much thought. But it kept asking, gently. What is it you want? I started thinking about it. What did I want? My body. My forties had done some terrible stuff to my body shape and I really missed my defined abs and sculpted pecs. What else? Just a little peace and quiet. Life had become so chaotic lately, with my beloved sinking deeper into his obsession. He barely paid me any attention anymore… What else? I guess I just wish he wanted me as much as he wanted all these antiques.

So be it.

I felt a tickle running down my spine, like goosebumps. But the feeling didn’t fade like you would expect. In fact, it was intensifying. It concentrated on my bum, travelling slowly between my things towards my crotch. I pulled down my zip to see what was going on but my cock looked just like it always did. Perhaps a little paler than usual? Hmm, it did look like it was quiet pale, and it had a really weird sheen. I went to inspect it but, as soon as I touched it, the weird feeling intensified tenfold. And it was so good! It was like the tickle I get when my husband played with my nipples (spoiler alert: I have very sensitive nipples) but stronger and over a wider area.

I started massaging my cock and fondling my balls. I had not experienced such sexual bliss since… well, I don’t think I had ever experienced anything this good. But it was strange that, despite how amazing it felt, I wasn’t hard at all. I tried to grab hold of my cock to jerk off but I couldn’t seem to get my fingers around it. In fact, I couldn’t really tell where my cock ended and my crotch began. I kneed it with my hand but the surface was stiff and unyielding, though it still gave me indescribable pleasure to touch it. It was only when I noticed my pubes falling off that I actually realised something was very wrong.

I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn’t budge. They were rigid, locked into a casual position. I rapped one of them with my fist and they sounded hollow and solid. I would’ve panicked but the vibrations that my rapping made were so delightful! I tried to do it again but my arm wouldn’t respond anymore. Nor would my fist, which slowly opened up on its own accord. Without any tactile pleasuring, the horror of my predicament finally hit me. I struggled to turn my head towards the door, and when I cried for help, no sound came out. My eyes got drier and drier, yet I couldn’t blink anymore. I was frozen in place.

I waited for something else to happen. Maybe I would wake up. Maybe it would wear off, just a freakish allergic reaction to dust. But nothing happened. Hours went by, the afternoon sun slowly creeping into the room. At least the feeling of sunlight on my surface was warm and pleasing. When I had already given up hope and resigned myself to life as a forgotten antique, I saw my boyfriend walking into the room. He didn’t look alarmed by my looks. In fact, he seemed quite cool about the whole situation. He picked me up (sending me into a blissful frenzy in the process) and took me back home. He cat out my clothes and set me on a Chesterfield armchair by the fireplace.

I tried to hold on to my memories, my sense of self, but the more time that passed, the more I acclimatised to my life as a mannequin. It’s not so bad, to be honest: it is nice and quiet, I get to show off my beautiful body, and my husband has never given me so much of his time. He even polishes me twice a day.

The Locker Guard

These two dudes were taking the piss at the lockers, bullying guys in the showers and body-shaming anyone without a six pack. I wasn’t going to intervene… but then they had the nerve of picking on me and my friend.

Now, my friend has been dealing with a lot of self-hate and image issues over the last few years, as he has a very wiry complexion and really struggles to bulk up. And I’m not going to let a bunch of a-holes exacerbate his mental health problems.

So I turned the two morons into boxers and then gave one of them to my friend. As soon as we put them on, our muscles ballooned and inflated, matching the physique of the two bullies. Now whenever we see anyone being a douche at the gym, we make sure to put our new muscles to good use.

And yes, these two are still conscious. And I can tell you, they are not enjoying themselves.

A Singlet's Revenge

A sequel to A Possessive Singlet.

Fuck, I never knew wrestling could be so invigorating! As a human being, that is. Not that I’m complaining about my time as your singlet, little fella. I freaking loved it!

I adjusted my erect cock in my singlet and felt the fabric pushing back, recoiling at my touch. One of the straps fell off - it had been happening every hour or so since I put him on. That was starting to piss me off, to be frank. I had been such an obedient, supportive singlet, why could he not do the same for me?

I’m telling you, dude, if you don’t stop being a bitch, I’m gonna make this permanent. You were supposed to keep me as a singlet for a match and I ended up doing it for an entire season. Now it’s payback time.

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Mark, take me off, you fucking asshole! I’m sorry I didn’t turn you back sooner, you were just so damn comfortable… And the way you massaged my cock! It was glorious. Please, dude, I’m a wrestler, not a wrestler’s gear. Turn me back!

———

I felt a painful pinch in my balls and yelped. That was the last straw. I went to the locker-room and started rubbing my boner, faster and faster, until I felt the familiar pressure building up.

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Wait, Mark, no, wait! I’m sorry, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to do that. Don’t cum on me dude, I don’t want to be stuck as a singlet. No, no, no, argh!

———

I sat on the bench as I caught my breath. That had been a really good wank - who knew jerking off in your singlet could feel so good? I stood up and patted the yellow fabric, now a lot more submissive than before.

I hope you liked the taste of that buddy, ‘cause you’re gonna get a lot more over the next few… years.

Hitchhiker's Guide to Ass Vore

It’s easy to hitchhike when there’s so much willing prey behind the wheel. You just need to show them what they want and they’ll take you wherever you fancy.

And after the trip, you can always invite them for a one-way trip up your ass. More often than not, they will feed themselves to it without any effort on your behalf.

That’s life on the road for me: free trips and easy meals.

The Belly of the Beast

dbz-mhafan98 asked:

Can you please make me into a Big Ol' Belly

Oh buddy, I know how it is. You date a cute cub for a while thinking that will sate your deviant cravings. You hope that worshipping his generous gut will be enough to satisfy you. Maybe if you grow a nice belly of your own, the need will dissipate. But we know it’s not enough. You don’t really want to have a big cub with a round body to worship and fuck. You don’t care about being beefy and having a prominent gut yourself.

You want to be the belly.

That’s ok beautiful, I can help. We can do it whilst he’s asleep. Just put your face on his belly, your nose poking at his bellybutton. Grab his love handles. And then sink.

Yes, that’s it. First goes your head, so you can start feeling like a belly. As more of your body mass is transferred to your boyfriend, he starts gaining weight - and years. Oh yes, you’re going to be the proud gut of a mighty bear. That’s it, keep sinking, sink and forget about being human…

…sink…

…sink…

Can you feel that? It’s me, grabbing at your love handles. And that’s my cock, rubbing on your happy trail. Do you like it? I know you do. Your boyfriend turned out really nice, a very attractive bear, so I think I’ll help him test his new shape. I’ll have to jiggle you a lot as I do, do you mind? No, of course you don’t.

You don’t mind at all.

Friends Stick Together

We’d all met when we joined the swimming team at high school. Since then, we’d been inseparable: we swam together, we exercised together, and we hung out together. We’d explored each other’s bodies as we hit puberty, experimented, and expanded our sexual boundaries with each other. We were as close as human beings could be.

But despite the fact we were all really good at swimming, it was only Aidan (on the left) that really had a chance of making it big. He was the only one that had qualified for the national finals. And if he scored high enough, chances are he’d be headhunted by some sponsor and trained to be an Olympic swimmer.

We three weren’t jealous - we were really happy for him! But the thought of losing him was really upsetting for us. So we devised a little plan to both always stay together and ensure Aidan made his dream of becoming a famous swimmer.

We met up with Aidan a couple of hours before the competition. We wanted him to have something to remember us by - at least in our current form. The photographer for the event was only too kind to take a picture of the whole group.

After that we headed to the locker-rooms. We hadn’t told Aidan yet as we feared he might say no to the whole thing. We took our speedos off and drank the elixir we’d bought online. That wasn’t enough though - we had to be in close proximity to Aidan for the magic to work. So we suggested to let off some steam before the other swimmers arrived.

Aidan knew what this meant. He removed his own speedo and gave us a nod, as if saying ‘go to town’. And we did! We knelt around him and started worshipping his hardening cock and bouncy ass cheeks. He really liked it when he was the centre of our sexual shenanigans. And from this day on, he would be the centre of our very existence.

We opened our arms and hugged each other around Aidan’s crotch. Our hands started merging with each other’s backs and shoulders until we had become a single entity. We pressed our faces against his ass and cock and started flattening, our legs and torsos getting absorbed into our fabric body. But all of that body mass wasn’t going to waste - our combined strength was being siphoned into Aidan’s muscle, our swimming skill and stamina adding up to his own.

By the time the process finished, we were just Aidan’s speedo. But we weren’t gone! We were still there, with Aidan, much closer than we’d ever being. The boundaries between our personalities and memories blurred further and further as our identities merged into one.

Aidan was saddened for a second as he thought his closest friends were gone forever. But then he felt them tightening around his crotch, moulding to the shape of his ass. He could feel their essence close to him, almost hear their faint thoughts at the back of his mind. He instinctively knew that they were there, with him, and they would support him for the rest of his career.

As the competition began, he went out with a confident stride. In the pool he felt faster and stronger than he’d ever been. And best of all: he felt he would never have to do it alone.