It's difficult to find good boyfriend material at Uni. All the guys are pretty young and stupid, with very little experience between the sheets. I wanted to find myself someone a little more mature, more... dominant. When it became obvious that I wouldn't be finding any of those in campus, I changed tactics.
I started dating Gabe, a really sweet but pretty bland twink from my Gothic Literature lecture. Once I knew he was pretty hooked on me, I spiked his beer with a little something I'd found online.
The changes started immediately. His clean-shaven face darkened with a salt-and-pepper beard. His twinkish frame bulked up, tearing off his shirt and trousers into shreds. And the look of his eyes - he looked at me like I was a piece of meat, waiting to be devoured.
He quickly lifted me off the sofa and took me to the bedroom. His cock - now twice as thick as it was before - barely spent a minute in my mouth before he drilled my hole with it. His body weight had increased so much and he was ramming me with such intensity that I could barely catch a breath, my thin frame pinned against the sheets.
But suddenly I started feeling... bigger. The amount of padding between me and the bed increased as I grew a modest gut and pecs. My entire frame bloated with a decent layer of cubbish fat, and even my ass swelled, growing needier and needier with every extra pound.
"Harder" I managed to ask, my own changes sending me into a state of stupor.
"Harder... what?", he demanded.
"Harder, sir".
No comments:
Post a Comment