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Haunted House - Part 4
🕑 Added 2020-11-12 20:41:26 +0000 UTCThis went a little longer than I'd intended, but eh, it was fun and spooky :)
Expect another surprise for Nov 18, and then we're back to our regularly scheduled programming. Expect a new story poll to arrive soon too! Now, enjoy the thrilling conclusion of Haunted House. You probably could have guessed where this was going. I know I did.
Jack tried to spit the cigar out but found himself somehow unable to. Instead, he looked up at the face that used to be his friend and pleaded. “Colin, please…”
“Call me Dick, babe,” he said with a sickly sweet smile. “Now breathe deep and let it happen.”
Jack didn’t so much breathe deep as make rapid, scared inhalations, but either way, whatever spell the cigar contained took hold. Jack felt a creeping sensation as follicles began to sprout where none had been before. It was almost like a whole-body itch that followed from the scratchiness of his throat as more of the smoke filled his lungs.
And each breath came deeper than the one before. It wasn’t just because Jack was slowly beginning to like the intense, manly aroma. Jack’s t-shirt was already struggling to contain his burlier stature, his lungs inflating larger and larger as his chest grew outward, broadening his shoulders and torso with each breath.
For a moment, Jack appeared almost cartoonish in proportions, but then a definite softness began to take over. What had appeared as empty scaffolding began to build itself outward as pound after pound piled on at an inhuman pace.
Unlike Dick, who’d managed to maintain some defiance of gravity in his build, Jack’s body just seemed to slough downward as he went merely chubby to downright fat in minutes. His clothes kept a semblance of shape for a few moments before they all ripped to shreds, leaving Jack as a naked, hairy blob.
And one that just kept expanding with each chuff of the cigar. His face grew outward, his jowls downward, his tits tilting off to the sides. His stomach surged outward into an apron that completely covered his groin, while his ass kept blowing up and up and up. All the while, his smooth skin became covered in a fine pelt that even outdid Dick.
“Well, look at you, you big, blubbery boy,” Dick said, his arms now completely incapable of encircling his captive. He reached down to grab a fist full of hairy lard that made up a small portion of Jack’s lovehandle, and gave it a shake. “You’re looking good enough to eat.”
Unlike Dick, Jack didn’t have a cock that could easily escape the cave of fat that his groin had become, but he could still feel the effects that Dick’s words had on him. He was strangely hard as a rock at the thought of being eaten out by his friend--no, not his friend. His master.
“Oh yes, please, Master,” Jack said, his words slightly garbled as he stumbled around far thicker cheeks. “Eat me, eat me right here!”
Releasing Jack, he fell to his hands and knees, doughy middle dragging on the ground as he presented his ass, easily the widest part of Jack now and also the hairiest. Dick bent down and spat as much saliva as he could into the massive crack before diving in headfirst, both arms spreading cheeks easily more than twice as large as his head.
Jack moaned more than he’d ever done in his short life. He begged Dick to keep going, to drive his tongue deeper, his buried cock leaking more and more fluid in anticipation for what was to come. And then it happened--Jack felt the weight of Dick’s mighty gut rest on his back as his thick cock battered its way into his well-moistened hole.
Jack had never been fucked before, but he knew then and there he never wanted to have sex any other way. The feeling of fullness, of oneness, and of himself jizzing all over his fat body was better than anything he could have ever dreamed. After a few minutes of titanic thrusting and Dick filled Jack’s well-used hole with his own ghostly semen, cementing his hold over the young man.
Wiping spittle from his beard, Dick slapped Jack's ass and stood up, snagging the cigar from between Jack’s lips. “Now, I think it’s time for you to call some more of your friends. I’m back, and I plan on having a brand new menagerie to celebrate my return.”
