#Cock and Ball Growth

[theradicalscrivener]

Yahahaa~!

A new hypercentric story for youse guise. 

Leit, a wandering swordsman and would-be hero has befriended(?) a forest spirit, and a rather powerful one at that. Although, the blessings of a lesser god of growth and fertility might be more than Leit can handle. 

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               Leit staggered into town. This wasn’t the first time he had had to drag his weary bones to the nearest tavern after his adventures, but it had never been like this before. It was more than just exhaustion or a battered body that weighed on the wandering swordsman, and the nature of his woes was all too obvious to the townsfolk who stood back and gawped at the elven warrior as he made his way slowly and laboriously toward a needed respite.

               During his most recent adventure, Leit had – for lack of a better word – befriended a powerful spirit in the neighboring woods. Normally, Leit would welcome the favor of one of the lesser gods. After all, boons and blessings were a large part of a hero’s repertoire, but this… Leit still wasn’t sure what to make of his “Blessing”. The forest spirit that Leit had befriended was a god of nature and fertility, and it was the fertility aspect of the god’s blessing that made life so difficult for the wandering swordsman.

               The makeshift sling Leit had crafted groaned under the weight of his massive endowments. He had had to convert the treated leather tent that he carried into a super-sized jockstrap in order to keep his junk from dragging on the ground. His cock now rivaled his own hips for sheer girth. His nuts were so massive that either orb would fill a wheelbarrow and then some. The sheer weight of his battering ram and boulders would have crippled a weaker warrior. Leit’s years of toil and travel had given him strength greater than that of most men, but even he felt fatigue setting in with each slow, shuddering plod through the muddy streets.

               Leit was already nearing the limits of his stamina as he approached the battered wooden doorway to the local inn and tavern. He knew if he could just get through that door, he could find a warm meal and a passable bed for the evening. Yet, despite this knowledge, he was so tired that he was ready to just collapse face down atop his own leather-clad cock and balls and nap right there in the middle of the thoroughfare.

               Leit balked as he approached the doorway. This was the first time entering what could be considered polite society since receiving his most recent Boon. He had expected the stares. He had anticipated the comments and catcalls. He had even steeled himself against the jeers he knew would be forthcoming, but what he had not prepared himself for was the doorway itself! The narrow passage would have given your average half-orc trouble entering. Had Leit been at his prior size, his lithe form would have easily passed through the entryway without so much as a second thought, but now… his package was just too thick to fit! He could get his cock through, sure, but either one of the engorged orbs of his massive sack was far wider than the dried out, wooden frame of the tavern entry.

               Leit was not one to be defeated so easily. He had solved a seemingly endless array of mind-bending puzzles and had evaded seemingly impassable traps for years now. He was not about to be done in by a mere tavern door. He steeled his resolve and took stock of his surroundings. Sure, his package was too wide to get through as it was, but he would handle this puzzle the same way he had done all the rest – one step at a time.

               Leit grabbed his sword by the scabbard and swung downward. The pommel of the blade caught on the handle of the door causing it to unlatch. For a blessing, the door was one that opened inward. With the latch released, he could count on the sheer force of his massive cock to handle the rest. His bulge pressed against the wooden panel and pushed the door open further and further with each step. Soon, Leit’s leather-clad cock was halfway through the doorway.

               Leit could only imagine the spectacle on the other side of the door. He could hear the cries of shock and confusion as the patrons and staff tried to make sense of what they were seeing. A long, thick, vaguely cylindrical shape covered completely in a water-resistant hide now filled the entire doorway and jutted a good two to three feet into the foyer. Given the comments crying out from the peanut gallery, at least one of the current occupants thought a baby bulette had stumbled into the tavern.

               Leit took a moment to catch his breath and prepare his muscles for the next step. His shaft may be more than halfway through the threshold, but his work was just beginning. He reached down and grasped both sides of his massive, leather, ball-pouch; took on a wide, low, lifting stance; dug in his feet; and lifted with his back. He groaned and grunted as he struggled against the weight of just one of his enlarged orbs. His teeth gritted. His veins bulged in his neck, but slowly and surely, he managed to hoist one colossal cojone up and over the other. Once his stones were stacked, he let gravity handle the rest.

               The wooden frame creaked audibly as he leaned against his oversized sphere and shoved it through the threshold. His shoving was most likely unnecessary. The sheer weight of his gigantic gonad was enough to force it through the doorway. Leit was thankful for the slight squishiness of his supersized semen-tank. The slight give of his gonad was just enough to get it through the doorway. Thankfully, the immense size of his bait and tackle also granted him increased durability. He quite literally had thick skin – at least as far as his cock and balls were concerned. Had his cock not been hidden beneath a layer of treated leathers, it would have been obvious that his foreskin alone was thicker than even the reinforced, studded armor that he wore on his torso.

               Once free of the tight confines of the narrow doorway, Leit’s unleashed teste landed on the wooden floor of the dimly lit tavern with a dull thud. By this point, Leit had amassed quite a group of looky-loos on both sides of the entryway. Some were staring on in awe. Some were ogling him with lust in their eyes, and some were even cheering on the hapless adventure as he tackled his most recent challenge.

               With two thirds of his encumbrance through the doorway, Leit was free to focus his attention on the last remaining appendage. He placed a foot against the door frame, reached forward and grabbed onto the leather of his makeshift jockstrap, and pulled with all his might. Once more he groaned and grunted. His muscles and veins bulged. Some members of his audience cheered him on as he endured in his Sisyphean struggle against his own girth.

               The door once more creaked in protest as his massive sack squeezed through the entryway. The audience waited with bated breath as Leit’s gigantic stone seemed to lodge itself in the doorway. The crowd went deathly quiet as they waited to see which side would give first, but then, with one last, strenuous heave, Leit managed to get his gigantic nut through the thickest point.

               Leit suddenly found that his balls had shifted from immovable object to unstoppable force. He staggered backwards just in time to avoid being smothered by his own sack. He stumbled backwards, and had it not been for the immense weight of his own enormous bait and tackle, he would have landed flat on his ass, but his lean, lithe body was just not heavy enough to budge the rest of his endowments, leaving the lean swordsman leaning awkwardly backward.  

               Leit regained his footing and let loose a long sigh of relief, but his sigh was stifled mid-stream when he heard a familiar chime ring out through the tavern.

               “Oh… oh no!” Leit gasped in shock. There was no way. Surely his new friend wouldn’t consider that a puzzle deserving of a reward! But Leit was not given a chance to ponder the question. A poof of smoke erupted in the air beside him, and a familiar, leafy imp appeared, suspended in mid-air.

               “Yahahaa~!” the imp cackled. “Another puzzle solved! Another gift of seed earned!”

               “Th-that’s really not necessary…” Leit replied meekly, but he knew his protests were wasted. After all, the hovering figure in front of him was merely a messenger.

               With another puff of smoke, the imp vanished, and Leit almost instantly felt the changes. He could do nothing but stare on in shock and awe as a strange mix of horror and excitement welled up within him. He could already barely move with all that mass! Just how much larger was he going to get?

               It was like watching some sort of erotic balloon swell up before him. The tough leathers of his roughly crafted sack strained as his cock and balls swelled in size within. The treated leathers themselves were pretty strong, but the same could not be said for the custom stitching Leit had done. The strands that held the pouch together stretched and strained. Large swaths of cock and balls became visible as the sections of the pouch steadily pulled further and further apart, and yet, despite the audible protests from his pouch, the stitching held. Soon, Leit’s cock and balls were so huge, that they bulged through the gaps of his overstuffed pouch. The stitching dug deep into the soft flesh of his flaccid cock and massive nuts. The supple flesh of his own enlarged cock and balls bulged through the gaps like warm dough through the fingers of a baker until a loud snap rang through the air followed by another… and another… and another. With each snap, the remaining threads struggled harder against the growing bulk of Leit’s cock and balls. Soon, the remaining stitches burst in unison, causing the treated leathers of his pouch to burst outward like the tattered remnants of a popped balloon.

               Leit’s massive cock and balls were now openly on display. His pouch had done little to hide his sheer mass before, but now that he was denied even the most basic of modesty, Leit was suddenly keenly aware of the crowd his growth had garnered. Try as he might, though, there was no way his hands could cover it all. Even if he had thrown his whole body onto his swelling package like a hero soldier onto a grenade, he would not have been able to hide it from view. His cock and balls were now so massive that they dwarfed his whole body. His nuts alone were like a king-sized mattress except far thicker. His cock was now easily as long as a horse-drawn cart and almost as wide, and to make matters worse? His already enormous cock was getting even bigger as it steadily stiffened before his very eyes.

               Leit hated to admit it, but the growth process felt so fantastic. It was like that feeling one gets when their cock starts to get pleasantly plumped when it begins to harden, except the plumping didn’t stop until the growth did. Even if he had been rock hard, he’d still feel like he was getting harder and harder and more and more mass surged into his schlong, and the blissful feeling wasn’t just limited to the shaft. His balls too felt fantastic as they became larger… heavier… fuller… He could practically feel the spunk roiling in his oversized stones. His turgid reservoirs of cum were begging to be played with, but he lacked the ability to do so.

               Soon, Leit was rock hard. He found himself staring out across the length of his massive shaft which now stretched almost ten feet before him. His dick was almost twice as tall as he was! His rod was about as tall as an ogre and every bit as thick!

               Despite being mortified by the ordeal, Leit was as hard as he had ever been. Pre oozed from the slit of his monstrous rod. Each massive bead dripped from the tip of his cock and crashed down like a water balloon on the tavern floor below. As his pre seeped into the floorboards, the wood soon became so saturated, that the liquid began to pool on the floor below.

               Leit’s cock bucked and lurched. It was now so huge that with each shudder, the tip of it slapped against the ceiling above. Each lurch caused a spray of pre to arc through the air.

               Leit could hear sounds all around him. There was someone yelling, but he couldn’t tell if they were yelling at him or at others in the room. He was so hot and bothered that he could only focus on the massive, dripping rod and enormous, heavy nuts that protruded in front of him, but even as horny as he was, he could definitely tell when a bunch of hands began to grab at him and his package.

               Leit suddenly found himself surrounded by tavern patrons. The owner had seen what was happening and had called his patrons to action to prevent a mess. On all sides of him, people of all races and backgrounds had gathered together to grab his nuts and attempt to maneuver his bloated baggage back towards the door. Leit could feel all those fingers digging into his sack as they all grabbed handfuls of supple scrote. The crowd lifted with all their might, and yet they were not strong enough to lift his cock and balls. The best they could hope for was the manage to pivot Leit’s package so that it was now facing directly at the door.

               Leit was getting close to cumming. The feeling of all those hands on his sack was maddening. His nuts were already more sensitive than normal thanks to the growth, but the feeling of so many people gripping and groping his nuts drove him wild.

               After a few collective heaves and hos, the crowd managed to shift Leit’s cock and balls around so that his dick was now aimed at the doorway he had just entered through. Suddenly, Leit felt a series of new sensations. The crowd was no longer focused on his sack. They were now focused on his cock! Hands gripped and grabbed his massive rod, but there was another sensation that was so amazing and so baffling that Leit forced himself to open his eyes and stare at the scene that was playing out in front of him.

               Leit found himself staring up the length of his massive rod and up at the backside of a burly orc. The orc had scrambled up his shaft and was now attempting to grapple the tip of Leit’s cock. The feeling of the orc’s burly arms wrapped around the extra sensitive tip of his cock drove him wild. Leit cried out. His cock gave a hard lurch which threatened to launch the orc clean off. The orc managed to maintain his grasp, but only just barely.

               There were more shouts and more activity around him, but Leit was still too far gone to comprehend any of it. The orc gestured towards the patrons around him. The tavern customers quickly regrouped and tossed some ropes over the sides of Leit’s enormous cock and began to pull down almost as if they were trying to tie down some logs for a long journey. However, their true goal was quite different. With the orc providing a counterweight against the tip of Leit’s cock and the other patrons pulled down on the ropes, Leit found himself being lifted off the ground and up onto his own nuts as the massive seesaw that was his own cock was pulled downward on the other end. Leit was soon staring down the length of his own rod and out the doorway into the main thoroughfare of town. His cock was far too thick to ever fit through that door. However, it wasn’t his rod that the crowd wanted out the door.

               The sensation of the orc clinging to his cockhead and the grips and gropes from the rest of the peanut gallery soon became too much for Leit to handle. He let out a loud cry. His whole body shuddered and his cock trembled. His enormous nuts shifted inward, and after a brief pause which was merely the calm before the storm, cum erupted from the tip of his colossal cock.

               The tavern-goers held on with all their might against the bucking bronco as it struggled to tear free from its bonds. Leit’s cock shuddered and bucked and lurched with him and the orc along for the ride. Jizz fired in thick, massive, warm, sticky ropes out into the cool night air and crashed down on the muddy streets of the town square. With each spurt, the massive mire and spunk and mud grew thicker and wider. Soon, his wad flooded the street in front of the tavern and was seeping into the grass on either side.

               Leit had no idea how long he was cumming, but eventually, even his colossal nuts were completely drained. It was a wad for the record books. Yet, thanks to the actions of the tavern patrons and staff, Leit had avoided making a mess of the establishment… a fact that had not gone unnoticed…

               With his load spent and his stamina exhausted, Leit began to drift off atop his own enormous package, but before his exhaustion could completely overtake him, Leit heard a familiar sound. A telltale poof of one of the forest sprites arriving on the scene… followed by another… and another… and another! Suddenly, everyone who had gathered to help Leit had their own leafy imp hovering over them. The sound of what came next was deafening.

               “Yahahaa~!” they all cheered in unison.

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Crusades are Easy Now [Preview]

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Edit: so a while back in a fit of mental illness I edited this post to only say "People who cant shut up can suck my cock and balls". Sorry about that. I should've kept up the post. I stand by what I said though. People who cant shut up can suck my cock and balls. Thanks

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[vecnawrites]

Patreon Reward: Be Careful What They Wish For

Yang, after finding a lamp in the flea market in Vale, brings it back to the school to see what to make of it, only to find a special surprise...

Yang hummed to herself as she took her find out of her bag, looking over the dusty and dirty surface with interested lilac eyes. She had found the lamp (at least that’s what she assumed it was) in the market area of Vale, in a flea market. It had called out to her, pretty much screaming ‘buy me!’, even though old fashioned looking stuff like this wasn’t usually her style.

Eh, if she didn’t like the look when she finished cleaning it, she could probably gift it to Weiss. She seemed the type to like old fashioned stuff like this, after all. She was all fancy like that.

Gathering a soft cloth and some soapy water, Yang hummed a soft tune as she began to wipe the lamp off, years and years of filth being cleaned away and a golden luster with teal accents being revealed underneath.

Despite herself, Yang found herself liking the look of the lamp as more and more of it was revealed, the colors catching her eye and that odd feeling that she had earlier when she saw the lamp halfway hidden in the stuffed flea market shelving.

More and more gunk was washed off, the basin water having to go through two changes before the lamp was finally in pristine condition, practically shining in the overhead light in the room.

Taking a dry cloth, she wiped it dry and smiled at how it looked after the fact. “Huh…it cleans up nicely, that’s for sure…” she murmured to herself as she buffed the metal. Maybe she would actually keep it…

Her eyes widened as she saw the blue accents light up in a bright glow, making the blonde drop the lamp onto the desk and shield her eyes to block them from the sting that radiated through them, missing the dark teal mists that rose up from the lamp, coalescing into a large, female form, golden bracelets and necklace, long dark blue hair falling down her back and covering her bare breasts.

“What is thy wish, my master?” blinking rapidly, Yang yanked her hands away, mouth dropping open and eyes roaming over the form of the large woman who had emerged from the lamp she had bought.

~

Yang, after making sure that she wasn’t hallucinating, immediately began to interrogate her about what she was and what she meant.

She learned that Jinn (the name of the genie that lived in this lamp) was made to grant three wishes to each owner she had, before finding a new owner.

Which left Yang at a quandary. She had three wishes, with certain caveats that immediately tossed out some of her wishes (Jinn couldn’t revive the dead, so no bringing back Summer, and she couldn’t make anyone fall in love with her, which only made sense, she would want someone to want her honestly, and she couldn’t wish for more wishes, which while understandable would make her wishes somewhat harder to make), and was deep in thought about what she wanted.

But then, there wasn’t much she honestly wanted outside of Summer back…though as she pondered over the idea, she remembered hearing a conversation that made her huff in anger.

She had overheard someone saying that her tits were the fourth largest in Beacon’s…that just wouldn’t do!

Yeah, that was it…if her wishes had to be for herself only and she couldn’t wish for extra wishes or for Summer back, she was going to make her body the envy of everyone!

Grinning, she looked up at Jinn. “I’m ready to make my first wish!”

~

Over the milennia that she had existed, Jinn the Genie had seen just about everything. Civilizations rise and fall. Allies and enemies made. She had seen all kinds of wishes as well, ranging from freedom from financial burdens, either through money or just forgiveness from their debts, to becoming ruler of a kingdom of their own.

This young blonde girl had been the first to summon her in over three hundred years, and she wondered what the girl would want in life, as even with her three restrictions, there was a lot that one could wish for-

“I want the biggest tits and ass in Beacon!”

…what.

Of all the…nigh infinite power she had at her command, and the girl wanted cosmetic changes? The girl wasn’t even deformed in any way!

Disgust filled her, but she was bound by the laws of the her kind. If someone wished for it, they would have to give it to them…though thankfully, loopholes existed. And with how loosely her wish was worded…

…well, she not often got to make sure people learned the meaning of the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’, but this seemed like the perfect time for the girl to learn this lesson.

She wanted to have the biggest tits and ass in this school? She’d get them. Calling upon her powers, she allowed them to creep into the girl’s body, and begin changing it.

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Yang watched as golden teal energy flowed out of the genie’s body and into her own, feeling it sink in and worm around, making her way towards her chest and rear end, filling them with a tingly warmth, the sudden sensation making her nipples swell up.

Yang looked down, watching with wide eyes as her breasts began to swell in her top, her nipples bulging against the front of her top as it stretched due to her bust increases more and more and more, her tube top getting tighter and tighter around her chest, her shorts doing the same around her waist until-

RRRRIIIIIIPPPPPP!!!

Yang watched in awe as her shirt and shorts exploded off of her body, her boobs becoming almost, well forget almost, outright cartoonish on her frame, looking like she had shoved beach balls underneath her skin, jiggling and bouncing with every slight movement that she made. Same with her ass, the normally taut flesh moving like it was filled with jello. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she felt her body jiggle and shake.

Her body was outrageous. It was perfect.

Grinning up, she cried out her next wish, “I wish to have the biggest dick in Beacon!” she could see the genies face twist in some emotion, but another wave of energy was sent her way, smacking into and sinking into her crotch, making her shudder and hunch over, collapsing to her knees as her body changed.

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Jinn felt even more disgust fill her as she watched the massive thing form on the girl’s body, a solid foot of flesh and a heavy pouch holding apple sized orbs in it. She couldn’t believe how her powers were being used. How disgusting…

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Staring down between her legs with a grin, Yang reached down and gripped her newest limb, shuddering as she felt it getting hard in her hand, growing to an incredible monolith of flesh between her thighs.

She continued to stroke her shaft, biting her lower lip and moaning low in her chest, completely missing the outright disgusted look the genie was giving her.

“...your third wish, Mistress?”

Moaning as precum started to spurt from her tip, Yang managed to moan, “I wish Ruby, Weiss, and Blake all could feel as good as I do~!” trailing off with an ecstatic cry as she came, cum flying from the tip of her cock and through her even more disgusted genie.

“...your wish has been granted.”

~

Around the school, Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, and Blake Belladonna all screamed in shock as their bodies changed, their tits and asses exploding out of their clothes, cocks and balls forming, growing hard, and cum spraying all over as they tumbled into an intense orgasm.

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Her job done, Jinn returned to her lamp, the object vanishing from the chronically masturbating girl’s bed, to travel somewhere else, to be found and used by someone else. Despite the fact that she had been found for the first time in three centuries, Jinn desperately hoped that she would either not be found for a further three centuries, or at the very least…

…the next person who found and used her powers to alter reality had some self respecting wishes that she wouldn’t feel ill granting.

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Muscle BULL

(at time of writing muscle bull won the vote so I hope you enjoy)

Mikey took one last picture in front of the gym mirror, showing off every bulging muscle of his tight and toned frame. He typed his wish into the ask box "I wish for a change (but I wanna keep my muscle)" and looked into the mirror waiting for his changes to begin.

As soon as he pressed send Mikey felt his body begin to pulse and swell. He heard the sound of his skin stretching as his muscles swelled up underneath. Mikey grabbed his pec feeling it bulge and swell bigger, the pulses of growth matching his heart beat.

"ah, fuck yeaahhhh" Mikey moaned flexing in the mirror.

The growth began to slow down, Mikey put on some cloths feeling them tight over his massive body, unable to stop flexing to himself and laughing at how muscle bigger he had grown. He left the locker room to test his new massive body in the gym.

After an hour in the gym Mikey realised he had lifted a barbell maybe once. He was too busy staring at his massive frame in the gym mirror. Other guys around him looked puny, he looked almost over grown but he loved the size.

Mikey took a deep breath flexing again but feeling something strange in his pelvis. A butterfly like sensation stirring in his groin, Mikey looked down and moaned watching as the fabric around his dick expanded and stretched out. His eyes widened and he bit his bottom lip watching it expand and grow bigger. Mikey got up and left the gym, in such a rush he forgot his bag, he got in his car feeling another surge of growth. Driving home as fast as he legally could Mikey anxiously rubbed his groin feeling a surge of pleasure as he touched it. He wanted to lift up his waist band but was even more desperate to enjoy himself as soon as he saw what was under it.

Mikey pulled up in his driveway getting out of his car, feeling what felt like his balls now so big they rubbed against his thighs. Suddenly another pulse of growth washed over his groin.

"AWWWW FUCCKKKKKKK" Mikey moaned out falling back to lean on the side of his car.

Mikey tried to run to his door but it was more of a waddle feeling the squeeze in-between his legs, Mikey shut his door and leant against it, staring up at the ceiling he moaned feeling one last massive surge. **RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP**

Mikey heard his gym shorts tear apart and felt his underwear snap. Mikey let out a excited laugh looking down at his new package but it wasn't his dick that he saw. Mikey's face quickly soured as he saw a massive pink udder sagging in place of where his dick would be.

"w..w...w-WHAT THE FUCK" Mikey started to panic, grabbing onto one of his new four dick.

Another sudden pulse hit him and Mikey watched as his new sagging udder swelled up even more he felt it become tight, and then painfully tight, completely full.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DICK"

Mikey slid down against his door until he was sitting on the floor. He placed both his hands around the massive round udder. All four of his dicks began to leak pre.

"oh god...what the fuck do I do with this thing"

Mikey started jerking one of his dicks, his head fell back slamming against the door as he felt the best pleasure he's felt in his entire life. It was barely 30 second before he came and his dick squirted cum over his chest and wall. Mikey couldn't help but move onto the next one, feeling the intense pleasure, and again and then again. By the time he finished one another was rock solid. Mikey stood up wiping the cum off his massive body, moaning at his full cock udder than still felt like it was gonna burst.

Mikey walked to his bedroom and saw his huge body in the mirror, he flexed and posed his new huge muscles, he was the biggest man he's ever seen. His body took up most of his mirror and his giant hand struggled to hold his phone. His eyes wondered down his enormous frame.

Mikey let out a deep sigh dropping his phone on the ground. He stared at the massive cock udder that was now the size of a beach ball. He wrapped both his hands around his, jiggling it up and down hearing sloshing from inside. The four dicks instantly became hard from the slightest touch. Mikey have it a slight squeeze watching as all four dicks squirted cum onto his mirror.

"Oh god, I look like a fucking cow..."

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hope you ladz can enjoy this one, its been a while and I'm trying to get back into the swing of it all.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #tf story #transformation #gay transformation

[theradicalscrivener]

The Bay of Scherzo

Gosh. It's been a while sinze I've touched base with the Claves boys. After the events of Yuletide Balls, Scherzo has been more or less confined to the castle. His life a boring drudge of politics and social posturing. but the matters of court aren't neerly as exhausting as maintaining the spell that hides the Prince's "Big" secret.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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                Prince Scherzo let out a long sigh as the last of his appointments left the grand hall. His father had insisted that Scherzo take a larger role in governing the country. As far as the rest of the nobility knew, Scher was being groomed to take over the role of king soon, but the truth was that Scher’s father was trying to keep him out of trouble. Between overseeing petty squabbles in the grand hall and studying magic with Maester Timpani, Scher very rarely had time to escape the confines of the castle. Not that he minded the magic lessons. Time with Tim was some of Scher’s favorite part of the week. Even the castle wasn’t so bad. Scher rarely saw his parents and other than making public appearances for the court, Scher was free to do whatever he pleased.

                “Is he gone yet…” Scher muttered to his new attendant.

                “Yes, sir. He should be safely out of range,” The red-haired enchanter replied. Rudd, the figure that stood at Scher’s side, was clad in nothing except for a small cloak that barely covered his shoulders and a pair of sandals. The enchanter’s body was inscribed from head to toe with glowing runes. Even the enchanter’s cock and balls were aglow with magic sigils, and thanks to Rudd’s experience with the notorious thief, there was Plenty of real estate to inscribe. As the enchanter stood stoically at the prince’s side, the enchanter’s massive nuts rested solidly on the floor in front of him. Either enormous nuts the size of a yard bag filled to the brim with clippings. His cock was similarly massive. The enormous shaft was almost as thick as his toned midriff and stretched several feet in front of him. The mage’s shaft was almost as long as he was tall! His constant training and practice had paid dividends since the events of the Yuletide ball. It had gotten so huge that it impeded his ability to walk. Fortunately, there were plenty of spells to aid with that. The runes on his body flashed, and his cock and balls began to hover inches above the stone floor of the great hall.

                Once the cat was out of the bag about Tim’s new apprentice “Al”, it didn’t take long for people to piece together that Al was actually Prince Scherzo. On one hand, the prince pretending to be a common mage was a bit of a scandal, but Scher being named the sole apprentice to the eccentric young High Enchanter was something that could make a great story to tell the general populace. The prince secretly attending college was a much better cover story to explain the prince’s clandestine outings than the truth. If the people knew that the prince had been having a fling with one of the country’s most notorious criminals, there was no telling what the other nobles would say!

               The king was quick to step in and make some arrangements with the Arcanum so that Scher could continue his studies from the safety of the palace. This unfortunately meant that Scher’s visits to the campus were far rarer than they had been, but the plus side was that Scher was able to name his own assistant. It didn’t hurt that Scher’s friend from school was also top of his class. Rudd’s top marks made it easier for them to smooth things over with the King.

               Truth be told, the king hated Rudd’s lack of social graces, decorum, and most of all his lack of clothes, but the benefits of having him around outweighed the negatives. Not to mention that after the stunt Claves had pulled at the Arcanum, massive cocks became a sign of station for the casters in enrollment at the academy. Rudd’s colossal package was intimidating to those who came before the prince not just for the sheer size but for the magic power that it signified.

               Scher hopped up unceremoniously from his throne and stretched. He was similarly attired to his classmate and friend. Scher had a similar small cloak and sandals but was also clad in a small pair of briefs which protected his “modesty”. Truth be told, the briefs he wore were the key to a powerful magic that he had to maintain at all times while appearing in public. As much as huge hogs had become a mark of power among the Arcanum, they were less welcome among the aristocracy. Scherzo had to keep his true size (and his dealings with certain criminal elements) a secret from society at large.

               “I already put in a request to have all the guests and staff leave the gardens. We should have the place to ourselves by now,” Rudd said.

“I can’t wait to get out of this thing. It’s not only embarrassing but it’s exhausting as well!” Scher whined and gestured down towards his briefs. His briefs were little more than a thong which gripped the outline of his impressive looking cock. The briefs were enchanted with a powerful magic that the High Enchanter had developed to help the prince with his mobility issues, but it served double duty by hiding the prince’s true size from the king and other members of court. Truth be told, not even Scher knew how big he really was nowadays. It was so rare that he had time to really let loose. Even when asleep, he had attendants who worked tirelessly to maintain the spacetime compression magics that coursed through his skivvies.

               It had been days since he had last been able to peel them off. He needed to air out his junk and give it a good scrubbing. He had showered and used basic cleaning spells to wash as best he could through the fabric, but the nature of the compression magic made it incredibly difficult to do a solid scrubbing.

               Having to constantly maintain the magic meant that Scher was constantly in a state of exhaustion which didn’t help his mood nor his attention span, and today had been the worst it had been in ages. As noble and noble came before him to air their petty grievances it was all Scher could do to avoid throwing them out of the castle. Part of him was even tempted to drop all pretense and remove the spell holding his junk in just so he could get some relief.

                The difficulty Scher had been having weighed heavily on his mind. There was something gnawing at the back of his consciousness, and he wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement. This spell required all his strength to maintain which wouldn’t be a big deal except that he could tell that he had gotten stronger over time. Maintaining powerful enchantments like this was a great way for someone to increase their magical power. It was like doing weight training for muscles. The problem was Scherzo was already the most powerful mage in the kingdom by a huge margin as was evidenced by the sheer size of his cock and balls. The nature of the curse that had gripped him and much of the kingdom was that his cock and balls grew in proportion to his magical power. As his power grew, so too did his package which meant that it took MORE power to maintain the enchantment to hide it, which meant that he was getting even more powerful! It was a perpetual feedback loop! It was ironic in a way that the king’s efforts to hide that Scher had such a massive cock was making it bigger and bigger and bigger with each passing day! The magic to hide his size was now so taxing that the palace had had to employ another three magi to maintain it while he slept! Fortunately, there was no shortage of interns from the Arcanum eager to work at the palace, and maintaining an enchantment didn’t require much knowledge about what the enchantment actually did. All they really knew was that they got to watch the prince, who was a renowned hottie, while he slept and maintain a powerful spell which, of course, caused their own powers to grow and grow. It had gotten to the point where students at the arcanum were eager to be selected for palace duty!

                Scher was starting to sweat as the duo made their way towards the large, double doors which lead out of the palace and into the palace grounds. His fatigue was incredible! Just how much power was he using to maintain this spell!?

                Rudd threw an arm over the prince’s shoulder to help Scher keep his balance. “We need to talk to the king about this. You need more time to recover. No one should have to maintain a spell this powerful for such a long period of time,” he said.

                “When has he ever listened to anything anyone else has said?” Scherzo said dejectedly.

                “Well, if he won’t listen to reason, maybe we should show him what you’ve been hiding?” Rudd said.

                “That would be hilarious. He’s probably have a heart attack right then and there!” Scherzo laughed.

                “And then you’d be free to make your own rules.” Rudd replied only half joking.

                Scherzo let out a long sigh of both exhaustion and exasperation. “If only there was some less drastic way to get him to listen,” he said.

                The pair made their way towards the palace grounds. Scherzo was too exhausted from the spell to be much for conversation so the only sound was the sound of their footfalls and the soft hum of the glowing runes on Rudd’s cock and balls as his package hovered in front of them.

                Past the great hall, past the garden, up the trail that led to the cliffside the duo marched. Soon, the pair reached their destination. The steep cliffs overlooking the ocean made the palace easily defendable, but tonight they were going to serve a different purpose.

                Scherzo plopped down on the edge of the cliff. His legs dangling over the abyss. His hand hovered over the small clasp on his hip. One flick of that, and his briefs would fall open, causing his cock and balls to spill out in all their glory.

                Rudd cocked an eyebrow as he watched the prince’s hesitation. “Is something wrong?” He asked.

                “It’s probably nothing, but… this week has been so exhausting. Like, more so than it should have been. I… wonder how much I have grown,” Scherzo said.

                “Are you afraid?” Rudd asked.

                “No… not exactly. I think… I think I’m excited, and that’s what worries me,” Scher said.

                “Oh. Is that all?” Rudd said. There was a huge, playful smirk on his face.

                “What’s that supposed to mean?” Scherzo yelped.

                “Do you want to make an event of it? Should I give you a drumroll? Maybe some lights?” Rudd teased.

                “Do you mock me? I am your prince?” Scherzo cried in mock protest.

                “You don’t have to act so uptight anymore. We’re by ourselves,” Rudd teased.

                “Why I never! Guards! Arrest that man,” Scherzo protested in a fake, nasally, foppish voice.

                “Oooh. I’m really in trouble, huh? I better do something to deserve it then, huh?” Rudd said playfully. Then, before Scherzo had a chance to react, he reached down and effortlessly flicked open the clasp that held up the waistband of Scherzo’s briefs.

                “Wai- wha-?” Scherzo sputtered, but it was too late. All he could do was watch in awe as his packaged spilled forth from the pocket dimension that had struggled to hold it.

                Even Rudd was speechless. Scherzo had grown even in just this past week, and he had grown A LOT! The prince’s cock continued to rapidly spill out from the dimensional tear, but there appeared to be now end in sight! Just the shaft was so thick that Rudd couldn’t even begin to process how long it would be once fully exposed. It was like staring out at an open field of exposed flesh.

                Scherzo balls crashed down with a splash. The sound of waves being sent careening from the point of impact caused the two friends to balk. The cliff was almost a hundred feet off the ground! Last week, Scherz’s balls hadn’t even reached the water, this week they hit and kept going! The meteoric strike of his sack hitting the sea sent tidal waves in all directions!

                The two friends stared out in awe at Scherzo’s new size. Scherzo’s balls were beyond massive! They used to not even touch the waters below, but now they crested higher than the cliffs! They rested solidly on the seabed below and still had over one hundred feet exposed! And much like an iceberg only the tip was exposed! This was no shallow beach. This was a sheer cliffside overlooking a deep, deep ocean.

                There were wards at the palace – magics that controlled the weather, magics that cast illusions over the palace grounds making it always appear idyllic and calm to the outside world. That’s the only reason Scherzo’s size had remained hidden so long. That was why he was able to let it all hang out when the palace was empty, but he had outgrown those wards. He had outgrown the illusions! His impossibly huge cock and balls had burst through the barricades and kept growing and growing. His dick was not just visible to the outside world, it was so huge that it was visible for miles around! His balls now filled much of the bay! His cock extended out impossibly far towards the horizon. Shipping vessels had been thrust aside by not just the waves of the impact of his balls but by the arrival of his World Serpent of a schlong! Scherzo couldn’t even fathom how huge he must be now. The only real point of reference he had was the bay itself and the shipping vessels which now circled his cock and balls. Each enormous freighter looked like an ant next to his cock. The entire capitol city of Sonata would have been eclipsed by his cock and balls had he not had the foresight to unleash it away from town.

           ��    “No way…” the two friends said in unison as they stared out at the absolutely colossal cock that spread out before them.

                Scherzo’s mind was racing. How had he grown so much? Just last week, his shaft was only a few hundred feet long. It hung past his balls and rested into the sea below. Even then it was mind-blowingly massive, but now… Hundreds of feet felt like nothing. His enormous hose draped over his balls and rose far, far into the air. His shaft was so thick that he had to stare up at his like staring up at a mountain! His entire field of view was filled with cock and balls, but he needed to see more. He needed to see how he compared with the world around him.

                Scherzo floated forward. He didn’t have the glyphs to augment his powers like Rudd did, but he still had enough power to levitate his monolithic cock and balls enough that he could shift forward. He floated onto his nuts which caused his center of gravity to shift. His cock no longer draped over his nuts, and instead jutted out in front of him and went straight into the ocean. Even just this minor shift of his position caused massive waves to wash into the nearby port and send vessels scrambling to stay moored.

                Scherzo was now able to stare out past his balls and see just how long his cock truly was. The view was breathtaking. His cock extended out past the bay and into open waters. It was easily a half mile to the inlet, and his balls alone almost reached that far. His cock stretched out far, far beyond that.

                The image before him was dizzying. Again, Scherzo’s mind raced. How had he gotten so big in such a short period of time. True, he had been pushing himself beyond his limits every hour of every day for months now, and this week he had reached a breaking point where the exhaustion was forcing him to tap into reserves hitherto unheard of. He had heard of something like this. The greatest mages in ages long past had found a way to push past their limits and in that breaking point had unlocked greater potential. Legends told of the exponential growth possible. Countless mages had burned themselves up trying to reach that enhanced state, and Scherzo had been living in that state for a week! No wonder he was so tired! No wonder he had grown by an order of magnitude! He had to have doubled in size every day! Instead of hundreds of feet, he had reached thousands! His massive cock now stretched for miles.

                His mind was racing. There was no way he was going to keep this a secret. There was no magic powerful enough to mask his size. No enchantment powerful enough to make an entire populace forget what they saw. His balls alone were bigger than the entire city!

                Scherzo tried to fight it, but a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

                “Are… are you alright?” Rudd asked.

                “I doubt even the king can sweep this under the rug,” Scherzo said with a laugh.

                “I don’t think they even make rugs big enough,” Rudd agreed which caused Scherzo to laugh even louder.

                As Scherzo watched his cock expand exponentially, he had expected to be horrified, and he had expected to be mortified that his cover was so thoroughly blown. Now everyone in the capital knew how huge he was. Word would spread across the country by morning! This should be awful! But it wasn’t! If anything, it felt liberating! He no longer had to hide. Not only was his secret out, but who could even say anything about it? Even if the king wished to admonish him, Scherzo had visual proof that he was the most powerful caster alive – maybe even to ever live! Maester Timpani had previously been the owner of the “largest” cock and balls, and even he had capped out at little over ten feet. His cock was the size of a carriage! Scherz’s was the size of a county!

                As Scher laughed, he could feel not just the rush of exhilaration fill his body but his cock as well. His cock was getting bigger and thicker, and this time it wasn’t his power growing. He was getting harder and harder by the second. His cock raised up from the ocean. Water cascaded off of the immense shaft like waterfalls. The vacuum left by his cock lifting up caused all the water from miles around to rush in and fill the void causing ships to be carried along by the intense current.

                Scher was soon rock hard. He was harder than he had ever been in his life. He was bigger than he had ever been in his life. Hell, he was bigger than anyone had ever been! His massive rod reached up into the sky. Even angled forward as it was, the tip of his dick scraped the cloud cover. Beads of pre dripped from his massive cock. Each tiny bead was so huge that it could eclipse an entire freighter. Even the bigger ships on the sea paled in comparison to even the tiniest bead of pre of his enormous cock!

                Each salty bead splashed down causing massive waves to surge forth from the point of impact. Some part of Scher hoped that these vessels were strong enough to weather his storm. The Sonata ships were known around the world for their arcane enhanced stability and seaworthiness. They could weather the biggest, strongest hurricanes, but the world had never seen something like this.

                Rudd stood speechless beside his friend. His own cock had reached full mast in record time as he stared out at the dick that would dwarf even the eldest dragons. Rudd’s cock was huge in its own right. In the time he’d been serving as Scherzo’s attendant, the exertion of his duties and his rigorous training had seen him grow by leaps and bounds. Even soft, his cock was longer than he was tall, and he was much more a grower than a shower. Now that his rod was fully hard, it towered over him like an oak tree, and yet, it was hard to think of himself as huge while staring down a schlong that would rival mountains.

                Rudd was so overwhelmed by the sight that he let out a load moan and his cock gave a hard lurch. He was cumming without even laying a finger on his cock! He came again and again! Each spurt as large as the last! He could have filled a swimming pool with even just three spurts, but he continued to cum and cum again. His jizz splattering against the side of the prince’s impossibly huge balls. Scherzo’s nuts were so massive that Rudd’s massive spurts looked like little more than dribbles against his sack.

                The intensity of his climax was so much that Rudd found himself unable to stand. His legs felt weak and shaky. His head felt light and hazy. He began to fall backwards but was caught by a strange force that enveloped his body. Rudd was only vaguely aware of what was happening as he was carried like a ragdoll over the bay towards where the prince was perched atop his own cock and balls. As he floated closer, it became clear that the energy that was holding him was emanating from the prince!

                Scherzo looked over his shoulder pleadingly at his friend. He didn’t speak but he didn’t need to. The prince’s bare butt was raised into the air as if begging to be fucked. Rudd was only to happy to oblige.

                Despite the fact that Rudd’s cock was more than twice as tall as Scherzo was, the tip of his cock slid into the prince’s hungry hole. Rudd watched as Scherzo’s hips spread wider to accept a cock that was far thicker than his torso, but the prince’s body did not expand as much as Rudd had expected. If anything, it was as if his dick had slipped into a hole that was far larger than Scherzo’s hole body!

                The magic that Timpani had created! The spatial compression! Somehow Scherzo had turned his own body into a pocket dimension. His desire to be reamed was so intense that he made himself able to take any cock, no matter how huge.

                Rudd’s eyes glanced up towards the prince’s cock that now broke through the clouds… Well, almost any cock.

                Rudd wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Rudd dug his cock into the hilt into Scherzo’s ass. Even with the spatial magic condensing Rudd’s rod, Scherzo’s gut bulged out in front of him. Rudd could see the outline of his own cock against the prince’s gut, but that didn’t last long. Rudd hadn’t stopped cumming the entire time. As more and more jizz erupted from his cock deep into the prince’s seemingly impossibly accommodating body, Scherz’s gut begin to grow and grow with gallons upon gallons of jizz. Rudd was too lost in ecstasy to run the numbers. His cock only appeared a fraction of its true size while inside the price, and he had cum enough to fill an Olympic swimming pool. Scherz’s tummy was so full of condensed jizz that it bulged out in front of him like a giant beach ball. His gut was so huge that Scher couldn’t even wrap his arms around it while he nuzzled his face against his huge, sloshing, jizz-filled water balloon of a belly.

                Scherzo couldn’t think. All he could do was feel the indescribable pleasure that surged through his thousands of feet of fat cock. Each spurt of his colossal cock was so powerful that the very earth beneath him trembled. The sea churned. Even winds themselves were knocked aside. Scherzo’s cum shots tore through the clouds causing them to part. The formerly cloudy day was suddenly sunny which just made his enormous cock all the more visible for miles around.

                Scherzo came again and again and again. Each massive spurt arcing miles and miles into the open sea. The sea itself began to turn white and soupy from the sheer volume of cum sloshing around. The choppy waves caused the thousands of gallons of jizz to churn and froth. Seafoam mixed with semen turning the entire bay and the neighboring beaches into a white, hot bog of spunk.

                Scherzo had no idea how long he had been cumming, but eventually his exhaustion overtook him. His shots slowly tapered off and then stopped altogether. His colossal cock drooped and softened and came to a rest in the ocean.

                Rudd had long since collapsed. He now lay face up on the mountain that was the prince’s sack, staring into the sky and breathing heavily as he struggled to catch his breath enough to be able to even so much as stand. He was vaguely aware that a crowd had gathered. Countless guards and soldiers… as well as a stern figure that led the troops.

                The king stared out at the mess. The prince was resting face down against a massive cum-filled blimp of his own belly. Jizz oozed from the prince’s stretched out ass. The prince’s balls filled the entire bay, and his cock plugged the entire inlet with its sheer girth.

                Scherzo was only barely conscious. He was aware that there was a crowd gathered, but he was so overwhelmed by the afterglow that he couldn’t bring himself to care. He managed to glance over his shoulder and flash a groggy smirk at the king, but his attempt at smiling was interrupted when he coughed up a huge mouthful of cum.

                The king had an entourage of advisors at his side which all took turns whispering into his ears. The expression on the king’s face changed by the second. Shock. Horror. Surprise. Disgust. Curiosity. Acceptance. Suspicion. Understanding.

                The last advisor said their piece, bowed, and slunk back into the crowd. The king nodded and mulled it over for a moment. “Yes… I see…” He mused.

                “You’re in so much trouble…” Rudd murmured groggily.

                Scherzo was too euphoric to panic. He tried to chuckle but only managed to spit up another mouthful of cum.

                The king let out a long sigh, “I have half a mind to banish you for the damage you have caused,” he said sternly.

                There was a tense moment where the king waited and let his words sink in. The gathered crowd murmured. Hushed whispers rippled through the crowd.

                “… but my advisors are right. Your very existence is an incredible deterrent to our rival nations. Everyone can see your… aptitude… for miles around,” he said, pausing heavily on the word ‘aptitude’ to really let it sink in.

                After another tense pause, he spoke up again. “Even were I to order you expelled from the kingdom, we lack the ability to even… well… move you,” he said awkwardly.

                Another tense pause. More murmurs from the crowd. The king began to fidget. He glanced over his shoulder and looked to his advisors once more for guidance.

                The king cleared his throat and tried to sound imposing, but it was hard to do while looking at the scene that now filled the harbor. He instead turned around and addressed the crowd instead.

               “It was always my plan to abdicate soon. The royal family has long held a reputation of being a long line of powerful magi. When my son was accepted as a special pupil of the High Enchanter, I knew that he would continue that legacy, and we can… erm… see that he is… gifted…” The king muttered awkwardly.

               One of the advisors stepped forward to address the crowd since the king was clearly fumbling, “This is all something that will be handled at a later date. It seems imprudent to discuss these matters while the prince is still… uh… leaking…”

               Scherzo tried to give a nod of agreement but ended up spitting up another huge mouthful of cum instead. Realizing it was a lost cause and being too exhausted to fight it, Scherzo once again collapsed face down into his own cum-filled belly. He was so exhausted and overwhelmed by the afterglow that it was easy to ignore the crowd that had gathered. He instead let his mind wander to the sensations that overwhelmed his body. His body felt warm and tingly. He was so euphoric that even the tense scene with the king couldn’t make him feel any less giddy, and the lapping of waves against his cock was so relaxing, and there was something else too. A feeling of his nuts being cradled…

               …Cradled? Scherzo was still too dazed to focus, but something gnawed at the back of his mind. He still had room around his balls before, but now it felt like his balls filled the entire bay! His sack pressed up against the seawall on all sides! Had he grown even larger?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVEEEE <3

🐥 luke castellan x reader in a long distance relationship & he calls her after he’s had a few drinks bc he misses her (fluff or smut, whatever u want)

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a/n: loser!luke? more like whipped!luke, very whiny.... i believe in my heart he's an ass man but that's me being self-indulgent anyways smut but he just masturbates because he's a needy fuck

wc: 914

frances made me do it blame her i'm putting my phone away in fear

At first it was a good idea.

Picking colleges an hour away from each other seemed like the right thing to do, a very mature adult thing even—especially after spending a good four years of being attached to each other at Camp Half Blood. Personal growth, you both reasoned, and college was a great way to branch out and be independent. You didn’t need to be with each other 24/7, and seeing each other on weekends wasn’t all that bad. Luke couldn’t give less of a shit now though—he’s tipsy after downing a few Heinekens and all he can think about are very R-rated adult things he did with you last weekend when he went to visit. 

Some things never change, and he reckons he’d settle for anything you give him, whether it be a picture of your ass or the sound of your voice over the phone. His hands fumble with his belt buckle as he sprawls across the couch in his apartment. The sound of the phone ringing adds to his anticipation until he hears a click and your voice filters through like music to his ears.

“Miss me, baby?”

“Like you wouldn’t imagine,” he sighs, noticing his cock stand at attention at the few words that have left your mouth. He’s convinced you’re a witch of some sort—that or he’s been pavloved to feel hot at even the idea of you. Cheeks flushing, he can’t help but stick his hand in his boxers and stroke himself as you tell him about the paper you’re writing, steady tap-taps of your keyboard in the background as he strokes himself slowly. Your voice is hushed to not wake up your roommate, but well, his dick is fully awake at the sound of your murmurs. Only you could make the Ides of March sound sexy, and you quickly notice Luke’s not paying attention when you hear a low groan through the phone.

“You’re not even listening to me, babe,” you giggle, “my boy feeling needy?”

“I’m a man,” he whines, your laughter trickling through from your end and tickling every one of his senses as he spits into his hand and gets down to business just wishing you were here to help him. He even tries to tease his balls like how you would, but thinking too hard about it makes him aggravated.

“You’re crazy, Lu…” you whisper, “can feel how desperate you are from all the way over here.”

“Crazy for you. Whatcha wearing, hot stuff?” 

He smiles when you tell him you’re in those leggings he likes and Luke closes his eyes tightly as he fists his cock. Through the stars that dance in his vision he thinks he can smell you–all sweat and sweetness just how he likes. His head lolls onto his shoulder in desperation as his hand moves up and down adding pressure as he imagines your hole fluttering around him and taking him so well, covering him in your slick instead of his own pathetic spit. Luke’s tongue sticks out the side of his mouth as he concentrates. 

Gods you’re pretty when you ride him—the curve of your waist when you bounce in his lap and the crescent-shaped marks he leaves when he grabs onto your hips, forcing you down harder so that all you can both hear is the slapping of skin. Luke moans, a broken, almost shameful sound until he remembers he’s alone in the apartment tonight. 

You’re still tapping away at your keyboard unfazed by your boyfriend’s arousal.

“Poor baby, you close? What’s on your mind?”

“Mmmph…How your back arches when you ride me…Like the way you let me pull your hair,” he grits, his hand moving faster as precum drips over the precipice of his cock, swollen and angry and he’s almost there. The veins in his forearm look like they’re about to burst and he’s dizzy with want, his heart beating faster with his movements.

“Yeah? You know I like it when you need me. Wish I could be there and do that thing you like.” 

He can hear the grin in your voice as he shakes his head, breathing harder and groaning. He can see it so clearly in his head—feel the swivel of your hips as your pussy clenches down on every ridge of his cock, and all he can do right now is rub his thumb over the sensitive area as he gasps for air. 

“Got you baby, just let go for me…”

Luke hisses, spurts of hot, milky cum hitting the chiseled muscles of his abdomen, before he takes a deep breath. He hears you shut your laptop and the sound of you shuffling in your room.

“Didn’t even make it to Facetime this time around. Sorry baby, missed you bad,” he chuckles, taking another sip of now warm beer.

“It’s been four days, Luke,” you tease, “but I was hoping you’d return the favor.”

“Oh yeah? Lemme see your pretty face.”

He presses the button to Facetime, but you don’t answer, and the sound of a car starting catches his attention.

“Babe?”

“Unlike you, I’d rather have the real thing. See you in an hour,” you laugh, pulling out of your driveway.

“It’s Thursday!”

“And it’s my turn to drive up anyway, so you better fuck me so hard I’ll have a reason to call in sick. I’m driving as fast as I can, Lu!”

And what type of rational adult would he be to deny that?

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩ #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x reader smut #pjo x reader #percy jackon and the olympians

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Angel Face, Devil Thoughts

Summary: The first time Rafe Cameron saw you, he knew he had to have you. Whatever it takes. Wk: 6.8K

•This is a collaboration with @babygorewhore🖤 I had so much fun working on this with you baby, I love you so much!!!•

Warnings: Possesive!Rafe, obsessive behaviors (Rafe and reader), kidnapping, drugging, kinda clueless reader (or is she…?), daddy kink, borderline stalker behavior, spanking, hair pulling, jealous!Rafe, bondage, age gap (Rafe is 35 reader is 26), spit kink, oral, unprotected sex. Dark fic, 18+MNDI!! (Divider by me)

Rafe Cameron’s legs turned as he swung the golf club, perfectly hitting the ball as it landed near the hole in the ground yards ahead. He smirked to himself. Topper clapped a hand on his shoulder. His grip firm and Rafe cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know how you do it. I’ve never beaten you.”

Rafe shrugged. “No one can,” He chuckled and scanned the scenery of the yards ahead of him.

It was a beautiful day. It wasn’t too hot and he was able to wear nicer clothing than he usually did for golf. A simple button down shirt and comfortable pants allowed him to easily pick up his bag of clubs and make his way to the small section of the park where food and drink was served. By Pogues and the middle class.

But he wasn’t as involved in the war between kooks and pogues. At 35, he truly had better things to do. Run the empire and look after Wheezie who was a young teenager now. After Wards death, his sisters random marriage, his own growth over the years, Rafe just wanted to make money, fuck, and…make more money.

But then his eyes widened and he almost stopped short when he saw you. And his entire world came to a halt.

You were wearing a simple outfit, a little black tennis skirt and a polo tee that bore the logo of the franchise representing the park. Your hair was out of your face, you were wearing makeup and you were currently talking to Wheezie, who giggled and blushed at a young boy across from you both. Rafe’s footsteps slowed but he continued your way. He was close enough to hear the conversation.

“I think he’s really cute. But I don’t know how to approach him.” Wheezie complained and he wanted to roll his eyes over her thirtieth crush of the week when you smiled at her. And he melted inside.

“That’s okay. All you have to do is wave and smile. Men are easy.” You winked at her and he swallowed thickly.

You were so beautiful. Delicate. Angelic. Perfect. You radiated kindness and a youthful spark that he hadn’t exposed himself to in a long time. He was probably about ten years your senior but he didn’t give a shit. When he saw Wheezie walk away from you and your adorable smile continued to grow, that's when he decided.

You were his.

He cleared his throat and prepared to further approach you after abandoning Topper. He had no issue with shyness or other bullshit younger men dealt with but something about you made him hesitate. Why were you working? Someone as perfect as you deserved to be treated gently, like a princess. You needed to be kept.

Rafe could do that. Easily.

As he walked to you, your pretty doe eyes looked up at him, and a smirk so faint crossed your face that he almost missed it.

“Haven’t seen you before. Sorry if my little sister annoyed you. But I have a soft spot for her.” Rafe didn’t bother with introducing himself. You’d be screaming his name soon enough.

“Hi,” when you gave him your name, he almost got chills. Even your name was perfect. You were an angel. The way your feet rolled, trying to shorten the distance between you both was adorable. “She was cute! I remember my first crush.” You twirl your hair and Rafe gave you a hum of approval.

“What’s a pretty little girl like yourself doing working here? With looks like that, I figured you’d be a model.” Rafe complimented and instead of becoming shy, you batted your eyelashes and grinned.

“I’m thinking about it.” You glanced back at the bar cart, “but I have to get back to work. It was nice to meet you finally, Rafey.” The nickname made his lips quirk in a sadistic smile. A nickname already? One he never allowed others to use.

But you weren’t anyone.

You were his little bunny.

Rafe stayed longer than usual, watching you from a distance and leering at the way your skirt hugged your ass and hips. You were a little clumsy but he enjoyed that. He knew you’d have to rely on him for everything. You needed him.

When you clocked out, Rafe was horrified to see you start to walk down the road. You didn’t have a car. And that made him feel rage. How could someone allow you to walk home alone? He certainly wouldn’t. Not his pretty kitty.

Rafe marched forward, catching up with you before his hand gently touched your arm. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to walk home. Come on. I’ll give you a ride.”

He expected you to deny it but then you grinned and nodded rapidly.

“Yes! That sounds great!”

This would be too easy. But he was worried. What if a bad man got a hold of you? How would he live with himself if something happened to you? He’d never let it go. No. His darling little girl would never get hurt.

“Come on. My car is this way.”

Rafe lagged behind you ever so slightly, despite his legs being much longer than yours. He couldn’t resist getting another peak of your ass in that little uniform. He also couldn’t resist when you stumbled as he was helping you into the passenger seat and one of his hands landed on the skin of your ass just under your skirt. He had to hold back a chuckle at the sight of you displaying yet another act of clumsiness. You were so helpless, fragile, too good for this world. He had to protect you from anyone who tried to hurt you, even yourself.

“Alright, Angel face, where am I headed?” Rafe buckles himself in, one of his long fingers hitting the push to start on his fancy sports car. He glances over at you, noticing that you haven’t buckled yourself up yet. He lightly shakes his head before leaning over the center console to buckle your belt for you.

“Oh, thank you, Rafey.” You run your fingers down his forearm, batting your lashes at him again. He takes note of your chipped nail polish, he’ll have to remedy that immediately. He’s definitely going to be calling the nicest salon on the island first thing tomorrow. Get you the full treatment, hair, nails, massage, whatever you want. “It’s on figure 8, I’m actually staying three houses down from you, I think. It’s my grandparents old house.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard about their passing. I’m sorry about that, doll.” He smiles at you softly, earning the cutest little grin in return. “Is that what you’re doing here? You inherit their house or something?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that. They left it to my mom but she doesn’t have any interest in living here so her and dad are selling it. We came here to go through all their stuff and get it ready to put on the market.”

“What about you? You like it here?” You cross your legs, and Rafe can see how deliciously your thighs squish together out of the corner of his eye. He stifled a groan at the sight.

“Yeah, it’s nice. It’s a lot different from my hometown but it’s really pretty here. And I make better money than I did at my waitressing job back home.” Your voice is so cute, Rafe wants to drown in it.

“If your moms parents left her all that money, how come you’re working?” He takes a chance to look over at you at a red light, eyes roaming your form, committing as much as he could to memory.

“They are still dealing with all the legal stuff, and I don’t really know if they’ll even give me any. I don’t think they trust me with it. I haven’t always made the best life choices.” You sigh, a frown spreading across your lips, a crease in your brow. Rafe hates it, how dare they upset you? How dare they not help you? If you aren’t great with making choices, he doesn’t mind making them for you.

“Ah, makes sense. But a pretty girl like you? You deserve everything you could ever want. Waited on hand and foot.”

“That’s so sweet, thank you, Rafe. But I’ve always worked for what I want, ya know? I don’t really mind it.” You shrug your shoulders, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Well, I think you deserve better than that, s’all im saying. I’m gonna set up a spa day for you, alright? What are your days off?” This is a win, win for him. He can spoil you a little and figure out your work schedule.

“Oh! You don’t have to do th-“

“Angel, I don’t have to do anything, but I’d really like to do this for you. Let me.” It comes out like more of a command than a request and he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches in your throat at his tone.

“Alright, if you insist. I work Tuesday to Saturday every week. So I have tomorrow off, since today is Saturday.” You smile at him, and he thinks it’s adorable how proud you seem to be stating simple facts. You seemed like a bit of an air head but Rafe didn’t mind, he liked that, it would be easier to guide you.

“Okay, I’m gonna call and make you an appointment for tomorrow.” He pulls into the driveway of your grandparents home and takes his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. “Put your number in here and I’ll text you the details.”

Your smile is wide and he feels like he can practically see a sparkle in your eyes. He wants to give you the fucking world. You add your number to his phone, putting yourself in as “Angel Face” with a little bunny next to it. You give him his phone back and he smirks down at it, you were almost in too cute to bare.

“Well, thank you so much for the ride, and for tomorrow too! You’ve been so kind to me and you hardly even know me, I wish I could repay you somehow.” A little pout forms on your lips as you look up at him through those god damned lashes.

“I’m sure we can figure something out, Angel face. For now, be a good girl for me and get inside safely. Make sure you lock the door behind you. I’ll text you soon about your little spa day.” He smirks at you, resting his hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. The cutest little squeak leaves your lips and he can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you moan his name. “Also, no more walking home, alright? I’m usually done with my work shit by the time the club closes so I’ll pick you up from now on.”

You look like you’re about to protest, but it’s almost like you think better of it. Instead you give him one of those sweet smiles.

“Sounds good, thank you again, I’ll make sure I’m a real good girl for you. Get lots of rest for my big day tomorrow. Good night Rafey.”

“Night, Angel.” You pat his hand before grabbing your purse and exiting his car. He swears you bent over a little extra to give him a flash of your little black panties, but he’s not complaining. As long as he’s the only man you’re doing that for. He’s totally and utterly addicted to you already, and he won’t stop until he owns you completely. Rafe quickly calls the salon owner's private number, knowing they’re probably closed by now. He offers her however much it takes to get you in the next day before typing out a text to you.

Your appointment is at 12:30 tomorrow, I think baby pink stiletto nails would compliment you well. I'll pick you up at noon, don’t be late. Sweet dreams, bunny.

Rafe eagerly pulls into the salon parking lot the next day. He picked you up at noon on the dot, you came bouncing down the driveway with a bright smile on your face. He must say seeing you out of your work clothes was a spiritual experience for him. You were wearing this little black mini skirt, and a little light pink tank top. You had on the most impractical shoes for a place like this, big, chunky, studded platform Mary Jane’s, with little white ruffle socks. The thing that really did him in though? The black o-ring choker around your neck. It was all so contradictory, the pink, the studs, the little socks. He’s never seen a girl like you in all his years. He needs you so badly.

Last night felt like one of the longest nights of his life, he never thought he could miss someone he just met so much. But he was up nearly all night, his thoughts riddled with you. Your thighs, the way your tits looked in that little work polo, the way your ass would bounce when he fucked you from behind. Rafe has never jerked off so much in one night. Not even when he was younger. All he can think about is filling you up, spoiling you, maybe putting a few babies in you once he’s gotten his fill of alone time with you. He walks into the salon with a pep in his step, his eyes scanning the room for your beautiful face.

His features immediately harden when he spots you though. You’re sitting pretty in one of the plush pedicure chairs your feet propped up while a man paints your dainty little toe nails. His nostrils flare, anger surging through him at the sight of another man’s hands on his angel. His expensive loafers thud against the ground as he stomps towards you.

“Rafe, hi! You’re early! But this is the last thing, so you shouldn’t have to wait for long.” You give him that saccharine smile, completely oblivious to his internal meltdown.

“Hi angel.” He smiles at you, but he doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You about done with my girl here?”

He looks down at the man as he coats the polish on your toenails, wanting nothing more than to cut his fingers off one by one for even thinking he’s worthy of touching you. Let alone doing it. He doesn’t give a shit if he’s paying.

“Yeah, this is the last step then I’ll have her out of here.” The guy smiles at him before returning to his task.

“I didn’t know dudes worked at places like this.” Rafe scoffs.

“Rafe! That’s kind of a rude thing to say… Everyone here has been so helpful and kind! I’ve had a great day!” Your lips form into a pout, your brows furrowed. The last thing he wants to do is upset you, or scare you off. He needs you to trust him. Plus he’s not the same hot headed guy he used to be, he’s a man now. He can keep this to himself.

“You’re right, baby, I’m sorry. Thanks for treating her right, man.” Rafe forces the most polite smile he can muster in his direction.

“No problem, just doing my job.” He taps his fingers against the polish, making sure it’s dry. “Which I’m all done with, you’re free to go ma’am. You can pay up front.”

“Thank you so much!! They look perfect!!” You wiggle your toes, your hands clapping together excitedly. You’re so cute Rafe hardly remembers why he was mad, hardly. He still wants to singe that guy’s finger tips off. “You like them?”

“Yeah bunny, those are gorgeous.” Rafe smirks, pleased to see the baby pink polish on not just your fingers but your toes too. You even went with the shape he suggested. You’re such a good girl already.

He walks you to the counter, using his black card to pay for everything. He even leaves a generous tip, despite how much he’s still simmering with jealousy over that man touching you. He wanted to make a good impression on you, he needs you to see how perfect he is for you.

“Lemme see you, pretty girl.” Rafe offers you his hand so he can spin you around, a low whistle escaping his lips as you twirl. “Gorgeous.”

“Oh my god, thank you! I really had such a great day. I got a massage. Then they did highlights and a blow out on my hair. And of course I got these pretty nails!!” You giggle, holding your hands out to him to give him a closer look.

“Very pretty, bunny. The little bows are a nice touch. I knew that color would be perfect for you. You ready to go?”

“Yup! All set.”

Rafe leads you out to his car, helping you in and buckling your seatbelt just like he has the last two times you've been in it. He drives towards your grandparents house with an almost uneasy feeling. He doesn’t want to let you go yet. Or ever. He left you alone for a few hours and regardless if it was his job or not another man had his hands all over you. He didn’t like it. You were too precious to be going around without him. You needed him just as much as he needed you.

When he pulls up to your house you thank him over and over again, telling him no one has ever done anything this nice for you before. How could they not have? You deserve a thousand times more than just this, and he’s going to give it to you. You lean over and leave a sticky lipgloss kiss on his cheek. His heart feels like it’s nearly going to burst out of his chest and he has to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out and kissing you like his life depends on it. You make sure to bend over again when you get out of his car, and it just drives him even more crazy. He was going to make you his, by any means necessary.

Rafe carefully selected another item into the cart as he walked down the aisle at the store. The aisles were nearly empty since he picked the perfect time to arrive and buy things for his little girl. His shopping was usually done by someone who worked for him but how could he allow anyone to touch things that were yours? Only he could give you these things. His little angel wouldn’t ever have to worry about anyone ever again.

In the cart were stuffed animals, blankets, decorations and even coloring books. He had already assembled the basics in the bedroom he specifically designed for you two days later after he had been driving you home. The room would be ready tonight.

His caretaker nature allowed him to easily pick up on things you liked. Soft, sweet and gentle natured you. His baby girl.

As he returned to his home with several bags, he didn’t allow anyone to put things away. The room was a soft pink color. Completely removed of any objects that could cause you harm. Stuffed animals, a tv set, a computer that would be monitored, and a soft bed with fluffed pillows. Rafe stood straight and admired his work. Yes. This was perfect for a sweet girl like you. Everything about this plan would go perfectly. His little bimbo would fall for his trap and he didn’t have a moment of doubt or guilt. Why would he? You needed him. And he wouldn’t stand the thought of anyone else having you.

Like clockwork, Rafe heard the doorbell ring and he knew it was Barry. Here to accomplish his part of the task at hand. Rafe opened his front door after begrudgingly leaving your bedroom and Barry leaned against the frame.

“Sup, country club.” He dangled a bag full of small pills. “Got the dough. You have my money?”

Rafe handed over the wad of cash and accepted the plastic bag. “This better be the real fucking thing or I’ll kill you.” He warned and Barry smirked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m so scared of you big boy. Pretty fucked up though. What you’re planning to do with that chick. But it’s safe I guess. Not gonna hurt her.”

“That’s all I need to know.” Rafe pressed the bag against his chest and Barry crossed his arms.

“Ain’t ever seen you like this, bro. When you gonna get her?”

“Tonight. When she’s on her way home. Pretty little bunny doesn’t have a car. She’s making this easy for me.” Rafe chuckled.

“Aight, I don’t need to know anymore.” Barry held his hands up and walked away towards his bike. “Careful, Rafe. Sounds like you’ve really fallen for her.”

Rafe nodded and a twinge of emotion made him feel warm. He swore to himself he’d never fall in love. And now look at him. Planning on taking this poor girl but he was doing her a favor. She was his and his alone. He would protect her. Even if it was against her will. Even if it meant forcing her.

Later, Rafe was in his car waiting to pick you up with your favorite drink. A milkshake. His trembling hands gripped the steering wheel as the minutes went by on his digital clock.

You will be coming out soon. All his. His precious baby. Rafe craned his neck and finally saw you walking towards his car. His body tensed and his cock twitched with adrenaline as you smiled when you saw him. Twirling your braids, you waved at him while approaching the car with a half slip.

“Hi, Rafey! You’re right on time!” You said as you happily slid into the car.

Rafe nodded. “Of course I am, baby. I’m a man of my word. Here, I got you something, Angel.” He handed you the milkshake, his fingers twitching as you grinned and immediately wrapped your lips around the straw. You moaned at the taste and his mouth watered at your pretty sounds.

You fell for it.

Rafe inhaled slowly as he started driving, but not in the direction of your home. It didn’t matter anyway, you were drinking too eagerly to really notice.

“It’s a pretty day, Rafe! Almost as pretty as you are!” You giggled and Rafe reached over, placing a hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze.

“Thank you, bunny. You’re such a sweet girl you know that? My sweet girl.” He muttered the last part and he noticed your movements were growing slower.

You blinked, your doe eyes becoming unfocused. The Valium was taking effect and he smirked with satisfaction. God, you were such a little bimbo slut.

“Rafey…I feel so tired…” you yawned and he traced his ringed fingers along your skin where your skirt had rode up.

“Go to sleep, baby. You’ll be all nice and safe when you wake up.” Rafe trembled as you slumped over, your mouth parting as you drifted to a deep sleep.

That’s it. That’s my fucking girl. So obedient.

Your body feels weighed down, you try to open your eyes but it feels like someone put bags of sand on top of them. The last thing you remember is falling asleep in Rafe’s car, but what you’re laying on right now is definitely not a car seat. It feels like the most plush mattress you’ve ever laid on, even softer than the one in your grandparents guest room. Your head feels like it’s resting on a cloud, and the air smells nice. Like vanilla and strawberries.

After a few minutes of struggling you finally force your eyes to open slightly. There’s a soft warm light illuminating the room, and what looks like a sheer pink canopy on the ceiling above you. Your body still feels heavy but you’re able to move your hands now, spreading your fingers and running your palms across a silky soft blanket. You turn your head to the side and your eyes land on a pink wall with the prettiest vanity you’ve ever seen pushed up against it. You weave your head the other way, trying to get a grip on your surroundings. Up against the opposite wall there’s a rack filled with clothes and from what you can tell it’s all things you’d wear.

You try to push yourself up on your palms, now extremely aware of how dry your mouth is, how thirsty you are. But your body still feels too weak. You let out a little groan and lull your head back against the soft pillow.

“Hey, hey, don’t try to move, Angel. I’ve got you.”

“Rafe?” Your voice comes out a cracked whisper, you can’t see him, but there’s no doubt in your mind that it’s him.

“Yeah bunny, it’s me, daddy’s here.” The self proclaimed title sends a shiver down your spine.

“Daddy? What’s going on? Where am I?” You’re about to try to push yourself up again when Rafe comes into view. He’s towering over you, looking down at you with what only could be described as adoration.

“You’re home.” His large hand reaches out to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb running over the apple of your cheek.

“Home? This isn’t my grandparents' house - I - I’m so thirsty.” You nuzzle into his palm almost subconsciously. You’ve spent so many nights now dreaming about his touch, more than just the brief thigh touches or a hand on your shoulder. It felt so nice.

“Shh shh, baby it’s okay. Don’t overwhelm yourself. Here, I’ll help you sit up, I have some water here.” His snakes one arm underneath your head and the other behind your knees, hoisting you up against the headboard with ease. Now that you’re sitting up you have a better view of the room. It’s beautiful. Something out of your wildest dreams.

“Where - where are we?” You ask with wide eyes, your voice filled with borderline awe.

“I told you Angel, we’re home. This is for you. I did this all for you.” He takes the cap off the water bottle sitting on the nightstand and holds it up to your lips. You eagerly chug it down, the cool liquid calming the burn in your throat.

“For me? Rafe? How did I get here? Did you change my clothes?” Now that you’re feeling more aware you realize you’re no longer wearing your work uniform. Instead you’re wearing a little silk nighty with white lace embellishments. It’s soft and comfortable and honestly gorgeous.

“Bunny… I need you to listen to me, alright?” He discards the water bottle so he can sit on the bed next to you, his hand returning to your face. You nod against his palm, looking up at him with big wide eyes. “Use your words.”

“I’m listening, Rafey.”

“Call me daddy when I’m talking to you like this, alright baby?”

“Okay, daddy.”

“I - fuck - I did what I had to do alright? I did what’s best for you. You’re too fragile, too precious for this world. That first day I saw you working at the club, I knew I needed you. Knew you needed me.” You try to hold in your smirk, you really do. But you were already starting to crack as it was, and this? This isn’t something you would’ve expected.

“Oh I know, daddy, I see the way you look at me… you didn’t answer my question though. How did I get here, huh? Did you slip something in that milkshake? Knock me out? Strip me down and get a good look at my little body?” You look at him with a Cheshire smile, and a gleam in your eye he’s never seen.

“Hey, I didn’t fuckin’ do any weird shit if that’s what you’re thinking, I want you fully aware of your surroundings the first time I have you. That is until I fuck you so good you forget everything but my name…”

“So kidnapping and drugging me isn’t considered weird? Got it.” You let out a breathy chuckle. “You know, I knew you wanted me, but I didn’t think you’d go this far. I have to say, daddy, it’s kind of hot.”

“The fuck you mean you knew?” His brows furrow, his nostrils slightly flare and you can tell you hit a nerve. But you just couldn’t keep up this clueless girl act anymore, not after he went to all these lengths just to get you. You needed him to know you wanted him just as bad.

“I mean, I’m not blind. You look at me like you want to put me in a cage and never let me go. You drive me home everyday. You offered to buy me new nails the first day you met me. Also, don’t think I didn’t notice how jealous you got when you saw that guy doing my pedicure. And guess what? The funny part is, you didn’t need the drugs to get me. I would’ve just let you take me.”

“You knew this entire time how badly I wanted you?” You nod and his hand reaches out to grip your jaw, rougher than before. “I told you to use your words, bunny.”

“Yes, I knew.” You smirk at him and he adjusts his grip so he’s pinching your cheeks.

“And you still continued to tease me like a little slut? Bend over and flash me your little panties every time you got out of my car? Always pushing those tits up against my arm and batting your lashes at me? Was that all some kind of act? You trynna scam me?” His hand migrates from your face to your throat, his thick fingers tightening against your esophagus deliciously.

“Daddy, no. It wasn’t an act at all. I want you so bad. Just wanted to see how far I could push you before you finally cracked. I have to say, you exceeded my expectations. I can’t believe you did all of this just for me. That’s so sexy.”

“Oh, so you’re just a little fuckin’ tease. That it?”

“I wasn’t teasing, you could’ve had me any time. You just got in your head that you had to carry out this elaborate scheme to keep me, when I’m already yours.” Rafe practically growls, he feels tricked, he feels frustrated that he risked hurting you with those drugs when you wanted him all along. But most of all? He’s so fucking horny.

“Well, I want you right fuckin’ now.” He uses his grip on your throat to push you onto your back and eases his body over top of yours.

Your breathing intensifies as you give him a small smirk. Of course you knew he wanted you. You may be a bimbo but you had common fucking sense. His blue eyes burned whenever he looked at you with a hunger that was impossible to deny. The material of his shirt rubbed against your bare skin, your slip riding up from his movements that left you pinned on the mattress under his mercy. His palm pressed against your throat felt heavenly, his fingers locked around the sides of your neck held you down posessively.

“You fucking slut. You liked it this the whole time. Liked playing with me. I’m gonna make you regret it.” Rafe flipped you over, grabbing your hips and yanking you up on your hands, your ass up in the air. Your pussy clenches around nothing before Rafe’s hand slaps your ass, hard enough to make you jolt forward as his other hand flies to your hair, holding you in place with a makeshift ponytail.

“Apologize to daddy. Say you’re sorry.” He growls and you want to be a brat and say no, but his fingers slide from your hair down, down, down to your entrance, sinking knuckle deep in your cunt. His two digits play inside you, curling in a come here motion and your slick welcomes him in further as his thumb brushes against your clit with a delicious pressure. “Mmm, wanna give you love, bunny, but you’ve been a bad girl.” He grunts and you whine with your face pressed against the bed.

“Sorry, daddy! I’m sorry I acted bad!” You shriek when he spanks you again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. He spanks you again, and again and again. Tears prick your eyes and you hear him shift as he releases you. You fall forward, crashing onto the blanket and you feel his hands take your ankles. He moves you around on your back, dragging you to the headboard.

“Dumb little kitty. Bet you’re so wet from this. Let’s see,” He gives you a predatory smile and shoves off his black tie. He pins your wrists down, using your weakness to his advantage as he loops it around your hands. He ties you to the headboard and his knee spreads your legs, making you feel the air on your damp panties.

Rafe breathes through his mouth in a taunting huff, “look at that. You’re such a little whore for me. Wet from me hurting you? Drugging you? God damn you’re so pathetic. I love it.”

As you jerk, trying to move you realize you’re completely trapped by him. Rafe looms over you, cupping your jaw. “Open your fucking mouth,” He hisses and you immediately obey. He spits inside, “swallow it. You’re good at that, aren’t you?” You shudder at his filthy words.

Rafe crawls down, sliding your panties down your legs. A groan escaping him at your sticky pussy on display for him as he spreads your knees.

“Mmmm, so good. You’re so worked up.” He situates himself on the bed, burying his mouth against you, his tongue lewdly licks at your clit like an ice cream cone. His heated lips suck at your center with loud moans as he grinds into the mattress.

Your hips buck, his nose continually brushing against the underside of your clit as he laps all around before thrusting his tongue inside your entrance, gathering every single ounce of precum he can get.

“Fuck, daddy. Feels so good, I needed this.” You barely manage and he chuckles.

“Desperate, huh? Needed daddy to fuck this tight little pussy? My little girl is such a good bunny.”

Your stomach tightens, a tightening coil in your belly growing the more he licks you up relentlessly. He rips away, whipping your juices from his chin. His cock inside his trousers looks painfully hard.

“I’m going to make you fucking scream.”

Rafe pushes himself up on his knees, easily ridding himself of his button up and then moving onto his slacks. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, you knew he’d be big, but it’s even better than you imagined. All those nights trying to stifle the moans of his name so your parents didn’t hear you.

“Fuck daddy, your cock is so pretty.” You’re practically drooling. “Fuck my mouth.”

He finds himself questioning if you’re even real at this point. His little angel all tied up and laid out, practically begging him to use your pretty mouth. He straddles your face, the head of his heavy cock brushes against your lips and you flick your tongue out. You moan at the taste of the bead of precum that gathered at the tip.

“Fuckin’ look at you, gonna let me use this little mouth?” He taps his cock against your outstretched tongue a few times before using his free hand to grip onto your hair, pulling your head back. “Open wide, slut.”

You stick your tongue out as far as it can go and he glides his length across it. He thrusts slow a few times before shoving his cock down your throat, causing you to gag.

“Yeah, that’s right, fucking choke on it.” You close your lips around him, taking a deep breath through your nose as he begins to assault your throat with rough thrusts. His groans are almost animalistic as he uses you for his own pleasure. You moan around his cock, clenching your thighs together at the feeling of being at his mercy. “Mmm bunny, this mouth is so fucking good. But I bet that little pussy is ever better. She was practically begging for me to fill her. Is that what you want?”

He uses his grip on your hair to pull you off his cock, leaning back so he can look down at you with a condescending pout.

“Please daddy, want it so bad. Want your cock, want your cum. Fill me up.” His large hand grips your face, punching your cheeks together as he tilts your head from side to side.

“You’re such a good little bunny, begging for daddy’s cock like my own personal little slut. That’s all you’re gonna be from now on. Mine to fill, to use, to fuck, to spoil. You’re never going to have to think about a single thing ever again.” He expertly undoes the tie binding your wrists, gripping onto your hips and flipping you onto your stomach again.

“Yes daddy, that’s all I want, just want you. Wanna be your good girl. Want you to take care of me.” You whine into the sheets. “Please fuck me daddy, please don’t make me wait any-“

You’re cut off abruptly when he pulls your ass up into the air, lining his cock up with your entrance. He fills you up in one rough thrust, your slick walls practically sucking him in. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he’s fucking into you at a brutal pace.

“Oh fuck yeah, this fucking pussy is even better than I imagined. You’re so fucking tight, never gonna stop fucking you baby. Gonna keep you full day and night.”

“Daddy daddy daddy, it feels so good. So good. You’re so big.” You let him take you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over. You’re gripping the sheets so tight you’re scared your new nails are going to tear through them and drool is dripping down your chin and onto the fabric.

“Yeah, fucking take it, slut. Take this fucking dick.” He leans forward, his thick forearm snaking around your throat. He uses his grip on you to pull you up so your back is flush against his chest. You didn’t think anyone could ever be so deep inside of you, and the pressure on your throat makes your head light in the best way.

“Oh my god, daddy, I’m gonna cum.” His free hand finds your clit, and the minute he’s circling it your orgasm is crashing over you. You thrash in his hold, a pornographic moan ripping through you.

“Fuck yes angel, fucking cum for your daddy. Pussy is fucking squeezing me. Gonna make me cum. Look at me.” His hand leaves your clit, roughly gripping onto your jaw so he can pull your head to the side. It’s borderline painful the way your neck is craned so you can look up into his blue eyes. But when he smashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss you can’t bring yourself to care.

Rafe continues to fuck into you, his tongue invading your mouth, intertwining with yours. He pushes his hips flush against your ass as he reaches his high, filling you with ropes of his cum.

“That’s it, good fucking girl. You're so good for me.” He releases your throat, pulling out of you slowly, causing you to whine. He eases you onto your back, leaning over top of you to place a much more tender kiss than before on your lips. “Let me clean you up baby.”

He gets up, quickly wetting a washcloth in the ensuite bathroom. He rushes back to your side, running the warm cloth along your folds.

“Mmm thank you, daddy. That feels nice.” You hum.

“Yeah? Gotta take care of my angel, you’re my responsibility now. I’m going to do everything and anything you need.” He lays down next to you, pulling you into his side so you can rest your head on his chest. “I am sorry about the way I went about this. But I’d do it again in a heartbeat. The first day I saw you I knew I needed to have you. Knew you were meant for me.”

“I feel the same, daddy. All you had to do is ask. Although, I must admit, it was honestly pretty sexy this way. You might be observant but there’s still a lot you have to learn about me.” You happily nuzzle into his chest. You’ve never felt so safe before. “I love my room by the way, it’s perfect. Does this mean I don’t get to sleep with you though?” You pout.

“Of course you get to sleep with me, Angel. I just wanted you to have a space of your own here.” He runs his fingers through your hair, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “There’s going to be ground rules that I want you to follow, but we can go over those when you’re more clear headed. Wanna take a bath?”

“Yeah Rafey, a bath sounds nice.”

#rafe Cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe x you #rafe fic #dark!rafe cameron #dark!rafe x reader #dark!Rafe Cameron x reader #Morgy🩸

[michverdun]

He let out another moan as the fabric of his underwear stretched even further. He felt his legs get even heavier, more muscle stretching his think skin. Wasn't it supposed to slow down by now?

With that thought, he felt his balls churn as another wave of growth washed over him. He watched as his cock, now a foot long and fully hard, started to split the seams of his underwear, his balls growing heavier by the second. Even still, he could only sit back and watch as his body grew even bigger. It was going to be a long night.

#muscle fiction #muscle morph

[shotmrmiller]

Oh... cbf!simon... I love...

Cbf!simon who was such a small boy when he was young and after he got into the military just turns into a big hunk of a man. Growth spurt. You see him as someone to protect before esp from his dad but now? He protects you 🥺

there are so many thoughts in my head about cbf!simon

He comes back to you a man. He's huge. He towers over you easily; his one thigh is the size of both of yours pressed together. It doesn't matter, though, because this is still your Simon.

Your arms can't even fully wrap around his waist when you hug him.

Massive.

The top of your head doesn't even reach his collarbone.

You look up at him, and even though his face is hidden behind his skull balaclava, his eyes are the exact same. Dark, riveting, intense—long, ash-brown lashes framing them.

Your Simon is home.

You smile up at him and ask him what he wants for dinner.

-

Much later, when he's got you panting underneath him, you take in his bare chest. Angry red, almost purple, stripes adorn the skin where his pectorals and shoulders meet. Smaller ones on the bicep too.

You drag your gaze down, and there are stretchmarks on the sides of his hips too.

Growth spurt indeed.

When he splits you in half with his stiff cock, you wince at the painful stretch.

Nothing about him is small, it seems.

He expertly moves your legs, wrapping them around his waist, but you can't even hook your ankles behind his back.

Simon sinks until his balls are flush against your arse, and the tip of his head is kissing your cervix.

When he starts to undulate his hips, you moan into his mouth.

Your Simon is now truly home.

the dinner burned because he wanted to finally take you as his. burnt to a crisp. the pots? unsalvageable.

he orders food for both of you and takes you again during the wait for it to get there.

#simon ghost riley

[ultram0th]

@rainbowhypno

Request: Aaron bigoted over religious straight homophobic man harasses Brad for being gay. Which ends up being a big mistake. Brad turns Aaron into a proud gay musky slutty man and makes him his boyfriend. Aaron tries to fight the changes but loses the fight. Aaron remembers his old life, but he is reprogrammed to remembers his old life but he is reprogrammed to love the man he is now. A out and proud slutty gay man

★······★

Brad was heading to his dorm room after a rough day of seemingly endless lectures. All the slender guy wanted was to lie down and numb his aching head with some random cat videos.

Before he could reach his dorm, he was hit with the sickly stench of beer as a red solo cup was tossed at him. Drenched in beer, Brad huffed as he looked up and saw none other than Aaron.

The big, beefy jock was a pain in Brad's ass. For whatever reason, the jerk had made it his mission to make Brad's life as hard as possible. He was always there to pester him or even "playfully" shove him too hard, always muttering some sort of slur under his breath.

Aaron mock-frowned at the wet Brad. "Sorry 'bout that, Ma'am," he almost sneered. "I thought you looked thirsty, but I didn't have some fruity cocktail. Hope that works."

Normally, Brad would've just tried his best to shrug off Aaron's homophobic shenanigans. However, this time, he was prepared.

The skinny man reached into his pocket and grabbed a fistful of the pink, shimmery powder that he'd purchased from a mysterious woman the other night. Then, like a scene out of a cartoon, Brad tossed the powder into Aaron's face, smiling widely as the larger man winced as his face was covered in pink.

"What the hell was that?" the muscled jock sputtered as he wiped at his face.

"You'll find out soon enough," Brad lowly chuckled as he prepared himself to watch was was going to happen.

"What does that mean-- UUUhhhh!" Aaron's voice cut off as all of his muscles seemed to tense up. It looked as if the big jock was flexing, but soon his eyes widened when he felt the cool air on his torso. Looking downward, Aaron was surprised to see that his shirt was gone, exposing his plump pecs and washboard stomach. "Wha--?"

His voice trailed off when he witnessed his pecs shudder before it looked as if they were beginning to inflate. The jock's jaw dropped when he saw his pecs steadily grow larger and rounder. It wasn't an exaggerated growth, especially when the rest of his body followed suit. His muscles grew in size, taking his body from jock to bodybuilder in mere seconds. He paled when he saw his abs gradually grow fainter until they disappeared, his stomach rounding out to form a firm musclegut. His pants felt painfully tight as his butt swelled up, his cheeks going from perky to full on beach ball size. They grew so large that they began to push his jeans down, exposing the top of his hairy crack to the whole dormitory. As a final touch, Aaron's skin began to itch as hair started to sprout over his body, leaving him with copious amounts of body hair, with most of it concentrated on his pits and chest.

When he was done growing, Aaron had to have gained at least fifty pounds of muscle and had sprouted lots of hair. His large hands explored his larger, hairier body, blushing when he caught of a whiff of the pungent musk that seemed to radiate off of him in waves, almost as if he'd just finished an intense workout.

"Whoa," Aaron groaned in a much deeper voice, "what happened to me, Bro?" He flinched at the slowish quality to his voice and the way he'd said Bro unconsciously. "My head feels so slow."

Brad just smiled at his work, thinking that this new Aaron would be a much better guy than the old one. "You're the new you," he grinned.

"The new me...?" Aaron wondered aloud, freezing when his eyes landed on the smaller guy before him. His heart began to race in his beefier chest, and despite himself, he felt his cock start to stiffen. Worse was that he felt an odd emptiness forming deep within his ass, and he unconsciously flexed his huge bubblebutt with want.

No matter what his brain told him, Aaron was horrified to find that he viewed Brad as... cute!?

"Oh no," Aaron groaned, paling at this new realization, especially as new memories started to filter into his brain. He was still a college jock attending university on a football scholarship, but now he was also the muscled up and dim-witted boyfriend of Brad. He could see crystal clear mental images of himself wearing the skimpiest clothing and flexing for the small man on command, loving it whenever his huge ass was stuffed full with Brad's cock. And not only his, but their supposed relationship was flexible enough to where Brad was cool with Aaron getting fucked and sucking off every other guy on the football team. Apparently not a night went by when Aaron wasn't bouncing on cock after cock and showing off his large, hairy muscles to every guy on campus... but apparently he had a huge soft spot for Brad.

Brad basked in the warmth that this new Aaron brought him. He stepped forward and ran an admiring hand over Aaron's hairy pecs, loving the way the formerly straight jerk shuddered at the contact.

"Hey, Babe," he teased, "why don't we go to our dorm and I'll fuck that huge butt of yours?"

Aaron wanted to decline, to beg to be changed back, but instead he felt himself pick up the smaller man with one arm and flex his other one. "Hell yeah, Bro," he smiled dimly, "you're gonna fuck me so damn hard all night!"

#Requests #Asks #straight to gay #muscle #Musclegrowth #hairy #Jock TF #Dumber #Loss of IQ #Loss of control #Bully #Boyfriend #Boyfriend TF #Musk

[hairyjocktf]

A Growing Love

It was the best night of Kyle’s life. He had finally worked up the courage to ask his gym crush Alex out, and to his absolute surprise he had said yes. They’d met up for lunch on Saturday and the date was going so well that by dusk there was little space between them as they cuddled on Kyle’s leather couch. The movie on the TV had no one watching it as Alex’s hands worked their way under Kyle’s shirt, tracing over his well defined abs in a way that made Kyle shudder with pleasure. He locked eyes with Alex, the man’s short brown hair glowing in the last purple rays of the sunset. Alex moved his hands upward, pulling Kyle’s shirt up and over his head to reveal his toned and smooth upper body. Kyle was always a little insecure that he wasn’t super muscled but what he did have he kept in good shape. Alex felt his hands along Kyle’s body, moving up from his abs to his pecs, before pinching his nipples to get a moan out of Kyle. Alex could feel Kyle’s cock pushing from inside his sweatpants, growing harder by the second; he moved one of his hands down to address it personally.

Kyle was in absolute heaven. Alex continued making advances, stripping Kyle of all his clothes and feeling his smooth body move under his touch. Alex grinned at the state he had Kyle in. He leaned down and whispered into Kyle’s ear.

“I want you to grow, babe,” he said softly.

“Wha-” Kyle began to say before Alex put his finger to his mouth, shushing him.

“Don’t worry about it, let me take it from here,” Alex said assuringly. Kyle’s eyes closed as he fell back into his relaxed state. Alex bent his head down and began kissing Kyle’s chest. Within seconds the pecs began pushing out, inflating slowly as they put on years worth of size in seconds. The massive pillows looked out of place on the rest of his thin body. But that wouldn’t last for long, as Alex began kissing his way down Kyle’s torso, with the same growth following. Kyle’s abs, only visible from him being so skinny, vanished as his stomach packed on mass, growing out into a large belly. Muscle was definitely growing under there, but under a thick layer of fat and bulk now. Pleased with this, Alex continued further, his lips gracing Kyle’s rock hard cock  Kyle felt himself getting harder than he ever had before, as without knowing his cock began to grow, pushing 6, 7, 8 inches and growing thicker around. His balls swelled in size and hung lower in their sack. Another moan slipped out of Kyle’s mouth as precum gushed from his now massive cock. Alex moved back up and planted his lips straight onto Kyle’s, cutting his moan short. Locked in that passionate embrace, Kyle’s jaw began to square and sharpen and his brow jutted out just a little more than it had. 

He was really starting to look more masculine now, to Alex’s delight. But those twiggy arms and legs had to go. He started at the bony shoulders, planting kisses along Kyle’s collarbone and moving towards his bicep. The area inflated like a balloon, his shoulders packing on size and growing to truly boulder size. The bicep was next receiving the same treatment, exploding with muscle mass with his tricep not far behind. Thick veins appeared as the muscle stretched his skin and pushed out from his previously skinny frame. Finally his forearms and hands bulked up, becoming thick and manly. Alex repeated with the other arm until his upper body was sublime; Incredibly strong and muscled with a good layer of fat covering it, giving him the look of almost a strongman. Alex quickly moved down to his legs, kissing down his thighs as the quad muscles enlarged to unreal proportions, before softening just a bit from fat. His calves follow suit bulking up nicely, and lastly his feet expanded to size 16 from what had been puny size 9 feet. Kyle was a beast of a man now, built like a truck and oblivious to it all. He had been in a trance of ecstasy, the growth felt so good that he couldn’t move or resist if he had wanted to. Alex leaned back and laughed as he took in what he had done. 

Alex went back to rubbing his hands over Kyle’s body, feeling the new mass of his frame. It was sexy, but he felt something was missing. Paying no mind to Kyle’s moaning, Alex spat directly on Kyle’s chest and began to rub it into his skin. Kyle groaned loudly as thick, blonde hairs began to break the skin, curling out first from around his nipples before spreading like a wildfire across his chest. The hairs grow thicker and denser as they coated his pecs in a thick rug of hair. His follicles were working in overdrive pumping out hair after hair, his chest hair growing so thick you couldn’t see the skin below. He worked his way south, watching Kyle’s gut erupt with thick blonde fur. The hairs raced down from his chest and erupted across the expansive, coating his muscular belly. 

Satisfied, Alex raised Kyle’s arm to reveal a pitiful few wispy hairs in it. He spat into the nearly bare pit, working it into the skin. Immediately, blonde hairs began worming their way out. The hairs grew and grew, twisting through Alex’s fingers as they blossomed from the formerly smooth skin. His pit filled up with an incredibly thick bush of dirty blonde hairs, enough to really trap the sweat in there and stink. And stink they already did. Alex stuck his nose in and took a whiff of the sweaty musk that was already building. He repeated the process in Kyle’s other armpit, his body squirming as hair burst out. More moans escaped Kyle’s lips as the pleasure built and built.

Alex spat into his hands and began massaging Kyle’s bulky shoulders, causing hairs to start springing up. The fur worked its way from his chest up and over his shoulders, with more curly hairs sprouting by the second. His arms were not spared as thick coarse blonde hairs coated his forearms, hands, and even his upper arms. Alex watched as the back of Kyle’s thick hand sprouted long hairs, slowly inching their way from his wrist towards his knuckles.

Kyle groaned as he felt fur engulfing his body, but was too enraptured in the feeling of absolute bliss to care. His mouth hung open, allowing Alex to lean over and spit in his mouth, following it up with a full kiss. Kyle’s jaw itched as blonde stubble began to poke through, giving him a light chinstrap before spreading out. It grew thick and bushy, a real beard beginning to sprout on his face. The hairs crawled up his cheeks giving him a lush coating before the growth descended, racing down his neck. The thick hairs quickly met up with his chest fur, connecting and making sure it would always be visible above his shirt.

With a fittingly masculine beard to match the rest of his upper body, Alex was pleased with the bear he was turning Kyle into. He scooted down on the couch and spat on Kyle’s thighs, which were definitely looking barren compared to the rest of him. As he rubbed it in the bulky expanse was quickly encased in a thick mat of hair, covering his thighs completely. Alex moved down to his calves, which were also fully coated. Then Alex got to Kyle’s bare feet. He took his time, slowly massaging them in his hands as curly hairs began to sprout on the top, quickly spreading to coat the entire surface. Thick hairs popped out of the tops of his toes as his feet grew a coat to match the rest of him.

Alex was nearly done, but upon looking over Kyle’s lusciously hairy body he saw one spot left. Alex spat into his hand and began slowly stroking Kyle’s erect cock, which was still leaking copious amounts of precum. As Alex’s hand slid up and down, pubes began to sprout from Kyle’s groin. What was originally a small, sparse bush was quickly growing into a thick forest, as curly blonde hairs erupted from his skin. Kyle uttered a loud moan, feeling the growth in his most sensitive region. Spreading like wildfire, the blonde fur claimed his balls as well, growing into a carpet making them look even larger. Hairs continued to shoot up across his groin, reaching up above his waistline and giving him a thick triangle of fur. Smaller hairs even started sprouting up the base of his cock. Kyle’s buddy shivered from the intense sensation of the hair growing in, and with one final pump of Alex’s hand, his cock erupted. Kyle groaned in pleasure as ropes of thick cum shot into his dense chest hair. He had never felt this good in his life. His cock still dribbling out the end of his massive load, he opened his eyes to see Alex licking the cum caught in his fur. 

Kyle finally took stock of what had happened to him while he was under Alex’s trance. He now had a hulking, hairy body of a bear, complete with muscle gut and a fur coat. He could feel immense strength in his beefy body, rubbing his hands through his dense chest pelt. Alex, who had been much larger than him before, now looked small next to him as he laid Kyle’s hairy pecs. He looked up from the furry mounds at Kyle and grinned, feeling accomplished in what he’d done.

#male tf #hairy tf #hairy #hairy chest #hairy pits #beard #bear tf #bear #hair growth #my writing