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obsessedwithdavrick · 1 year

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Appreciating what you want.

“So, I’m thankful for your strong arms that hold me and keep. me. safe.” David whispered, stopping between words to kiss along Patrick’s arms that were held firmly in place above his head. With leather cuffs attached to the bed frame.

Patrick's breath hitched.

“And I’m thankful,” David paused and licked from his clavicle, right up to his ear, sucking his earlobe into his mouth. “That you always hear me and understand me.”

A groan rose from the back of Patrick’s throat and his hips bucked.

“I’m especially thankful, that you have a giant heart,” David murmured, kissing over where his heart should be, then licking across his goose-pimpled flesh and biting down hard on Patrick’s nipple.

“Ahhh, David, David, please,” Patrick pleaded breathlessly.

David positioned himself Between Patrick’s open thighs, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust devouring the sight of his desperate husband before him. He ran his hands up Patrick’s solid thighs. “I’m so thankful for these delicious thighs that hold the weight of me whenever I need support.”

David bent over, tonguing and kissing those masculine and hairy thighs, before placing his nose into the crease of his groin and taking in the manly scent.

“And I am especially and always grateful,” David smirked and kissed the tip of Patrick’s delicious engorged cock. “For this huge throbbing cock,” David sucked the head into his mouth, sucking away the pre-cum and listening to the pleading sob that fell involuntarily from Patrick’s mouth, and smirked as he pulled away to finish his sentence. “That keeps me so ridiculously happy year after year, makes me forget myself on the regular and allows me to destroy my breathtaking and remarkable husband, as a way to show my thanks.”

David watched the tears swell in Patrick's eyes and raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“Please, David,” Patrick said softly. He looked wrecked which was where David wanted him to be. He was always so thankful for every part of his husband, he deserved the ultimate pleasure.

David opened his mouth and swallowed his impressive length until the head hit the back of his throat and he heard his husband hiss out a tiny, “yes…”

David held his hands on Patrick’s hips and pressed them into the mattress, so he can keep control and be in charge of Patrick’s pleasure. His jaw is wide but his lips are solid on the shaft, sucking firmly as he pulls back and loosening a little on the way back down, swallowing each time the head of Patrick’s cock hits the back of his throat. He moves in a rhythm he has mastered over many years, teasing by pulling off and licking his frenulum, bobbing up and down blissfully and waiting until he hears the groan wrenched from the back of Patrick’s throat that David knows means he is about to come. He swallows hard as Patrick’s hips jerk in tiny waves down and the salty taste is almost more satisfying than the meal they consumed with all their friends earlier in the day.

David raises himself up on his knees and takes in his spent husband, looking at him through heavy eyes. David takes himself in hand and starts to jerk himself over his husband.

“Do you want it?” He asks, knowing full well that his husband will never say no.

Patrick’s eyes open wider and he licks his lips, and nods, before swallowing hard.

“Where?”

“On my cock,” Patrick replied, not able to overthink anything in his post-orgasm haze.

David smiles softly and starts jerking himself harder, it only takes a few more strokes. He’s been painfully hard since he bit down on Patrick’s nipple and that feels like it was hours ago.

“Oh... Oh… Ohhhh, Patrick!” and his cum streaked delicious stripes all over Patrick’s softening cock and balls, some making it to his solid six-pack.

David sighed in pleasure, falling forward onto his husband. His arms reached up to hit the quick-release button on the chains between the cuffs that allowed Patrick to put his arms around him. They lay together, breathing heavily until Patrick sighed contentedly, and pulled David firmly onto himself. David knew what was coming and wiggled around a little so the cum was all over both of them.

“I’m thankful for all of you, every day David,” Patrick whispered. “Are you ready to get cleaned up?”

“Oh. Yes. Mhmm,” and David rolled over so his husband could get to work licking the cum off his body that had transferred from Patrick’s body onto his.

He watched Patrick take his pleasure, groaning as he tasted David's release, and swallowing down as much of it as he could find.

David's cock twitched at the sight and Patrick looked up at him, raising an eyebrow in question.

"I guess it couldn't hurt to try?" he replied.

Patrick smiled widely before taking his cum coated cock into his mouth with a blissful sigh.

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booleanean · 7 months

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Day 12 - Hyperanatomy - Parasites - Farm Hand

"Motherfucker!"

Frederik stared down the front of his underpants, held away from his body with a thumb, at the tick that had bitten him not even an inch above the base of his penis. Ticks were a common enough occurrence on the farm, but this was ridiculous.

He leaned back against the tree he was using for shade for his afternoon break, and pushed his pants down far enough to expose the first inch or so of his shaft. He was glad he kept his pubic hair shaved, otherwise he might not have spotted it so quickly.

Extracting it with the tick removal tool he used on the dogs, then putting a splash of moonshine on it from his flask, he squished the little shit between his two thumbnails. The rapidly evaporating alcohol felt cold on his balls. It smelled earthy and vaguely like the corn he used to brew it.

The bite throbbed a little. They usually didn't. Frederik took a swig of the moonshine, enjoying the heat as it spread through his stomach and the familiar burn in his throat. Figuring he'd earned a break for that very unfortunate placement, so he tipped his straw hat forward, made a half-assed effort to pull up his pants, and settled in for a nap.

Before he could really drift off to sleep, his cock started to hurt. Yanking his pants down, he watched in horror as his penis and balls visibly swelled in size. The sight paralyzed him, freezing him in place. His mind raced. He'd heard of tick bites causing erections that lasted for days until finally your dick fell off or something, but had always dismissed that as something that happened to people far away. Here on the ranch, the worst that ever happened from a tick bite was a mild infection, not really that much worse than a mosquito bite.

Besides, all the stories he'd heard were of normal erections. His cock wasn't hard, he was too panicked for that, but it was already twice the size of his normal erection. It lay heavy against his thigh. His balls, also easily twice their original size, sagged until they rested on the ground. At the same time, the skin on his cock was changing, darkening in patches, turning bright pink in others. He watched in horror as the head of his cock seemed to grow flush with the shaft. His circumcision scar receded up the shaft, then faded and rippled. The head was flattening too, changing shape. A ring of skin formed around the base, hairless, thick and leathery.

A sense of dread enveloped him as he recognized what his cock was turning into. He'd been around enough horses to recognize the medial ring forming, see how the sheath was bunching up, and recognize the shape of the head even flaccid. It hurt like a motherfucker still, but he couldn't pull his eyes away, let alone move. Part of him was desperately praying to any god he could even remotely believe in that he wasn't turning into a horse entirely, or even that this was just a weird nightmare. Maybe someone spiked his moonshine with something hallucinogenic?

When the pain spread to his lower abdomen and anus, he really started to panic. He scrabbled to expose more of his skin, felt around his tailbone to see if he was sprouting something there, but everything remained smooth and human. The changing skin had marched up into where his pubic hair would grow, but had halted at the top of his pelvis a while ago, blending smoothly back into his own human skin.

The pain started to subside a little when his cock reached his knee. It lay in the grass between his legs, soft and wrinkly, about as extended as a horse's would be when pissing. The sight was surreal and horrifying, but with the pain now gone his panic started to subside. Looking at his watch, the entire ordeal from bite to now had taken about twenty minutes, the last ten of which had been agony. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and gingerly touched his cock.

He could still feel the touch just as well as he had on his own cock. Or his previous cock? The human version of his cock? That was a relief at least, he'd been worried he wouldn't be able to feel anything. The situation should be freaking him out way more than it was, but the big swig of moonshine he'd had just before this all happened was starting to buzz pleasantly around his mind.

Frederik watched in astonishment as his cock retracted into the sheath. Where the heck was it all going? Maybe that had been the pain in his abdomen, his internals shifting about to accommodate… At least with it retracted, he might have a chance to pull his pants back on.

Fitting his balls, almost the size of coconuts now, back into his jeans was a struggle. At least they were proper loose fitting ones, skinny jeans had no place on a working farm. He texted his boss that he had to go home early for personal reasons, receiving just a thumbs-up emoji. Jack didn't give a shit most of the time, luckily. He knew the work would get done. Good boss.

"You're home early, everything okay?" His wife Loretta was putting her breakfast plate in the dishwasher as he walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a robe and her hair was still damp from her shower. She worked as a nurse and was on a night shift rotation right now.

Seeing her formed a lump in his throat and a knot in his stomach.

"I uh… Can we talk?"

"Did you get fired?"

He shook his head. "I got bit by a tick and something happened."

"Do we need to go to the ER?"

"Just listen for a sec, okay?"

Loretta pulled out her chair and sat opposite Fred, her hands folded in front of her.

"So this tick, right? It bit me right above the cock."

Loretta's suppressed smirk hurt a little, but then most male genital distress made her laugh out loud. She'd almost pissed herself laughing when he caught a football to the nuts last year.

"I took it out, but like… I got this intense pain in my cock and balls and — this is going to sound fake, but I swear to god it's real — they started changing."

"Your balls started changing, and you're not in the ER."

"I was freaking the fuck out but I couldn't move… and then well—"

Loretta got up and walked around the table, hauling him to his feet. Her robe hung open a little, giving him an enticing flash of her breasts and shock of dark pubic hair. She roughly undid his belt, button, and zipper, and yanked his pants down around his ankles.

"Hey!"

Loretta ignored his protests, and pulled his boxers down as well, then burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, you ass, you actually had me worried! Did Jack put you up to this? Where'd you get a horse sheath prosthetic?! How much did this thing cost!" She poked at it with a fingernail. "Feels pretty lifelike."

"Hey, that hurts!"

"Stop joking around, Freddy. You got me good, now take it off."

"It's not a prosthetic! I told you, the tick—"

Loretta started pulling at the skin of his sheath, trying to pull it off. It hurt, but at the same time the sight of his wife messing with his cock was doing things to him as well. He felt a stirring inside of him, and slowly his cock began to swell.

"Holy shit, this is impressive work." Loretta knelt down properly instead of just crouching, examining it closer.

She examined the edge smooth blending of the different skin where his horse cock merged with his human stomach, trying to smudge makeup with a saliva-wetted thumb, or find where the prosthetic was glued on. She hefted one of his balls, and dropped it again when the skin retracted in response to the touch.

"Wait, you're not joking? Jesus Christ, Fred." Loretta never took the Lord's name in vain. "What the fuck."

She took his slowly swelling cock in one hand, hefting its already formidable weight. Her hand on his still mostly flaccid member felt good, better than it had on his own cock. Despite his heart and body not being designed to handle a tool of this absolute heft, it grew in strong spurts. Before long, it was too big for Loretta to fit in one hand, so she wrapped a second hand around it. It was already bigger than at the farm, not really grown since then, just more erect.

"Does it— does it hurt?"

Fred shook his head. "It hurt like a bitch when it was changing, but now it just feels like a part of me." He explained what happened in more detail, and how it had felt.

She stroked it a little more firmly as he spoke.

"Mmm, that feels good actually."

Despite it being his own flesh, there was something incredibly lewd and taboo about seeing his wife of fifteen years stroking what looked exactly like a horse's cock. It was fully erect now, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

Loretta was transfixed by his transformed member. Her look of wonder went a long way to making him feel less like a freak show. She tentatively licked the very tip, the touch sending a shock of pleasure up the long shaft. Loretta was totally absorbed in his cock, stroking the entire length with both hands as her tongue played around the extra sensitive head. The impossibility of it fitting in her mouth was oddly enticing. He loved blowjobs, but the sight of massive cock covering Loretta's entire face made up for the lack.

"Bedroom?" he asked tentatively.

Loretta got up, holding on to his cock with one hand and pulled him to the other room, using it as a leash. In the bedroom, she let her robe drop and let herself fall backwards onto the mattress. He climbed up, straddling her with his balls resting on her lower abdomen. His cock extended before him, between her breasts and all the way to her chin.

"Oh god, it's so big." Loretta's voice was filled with a combination of lust and dread.

She stroked the length again, then squeezed it between her breasts. They were large enough to cover the shaft easily.

"Oh god, Loretta, that feels so fucking good."

She craned her neck, licking the tip. Fred closed his eyes and moaned. This felt like absolute heaven. He loved fucking her tits, and this just let him feel more of them wrapped around him. The added blowjob, or as near as was possible with his cock gigantic as it was, was driving him closer and closer to orgasm.

"God, I wish I could take all of it in my cunt. You think that tick would transform me too? God damn, I love how big it is. Maybe if we get some toys, I can work my way up… I've seen some videos. Would you like that? Helping me stretch my cunt so you can fit inside me? I've always wondered what horse cock would feel like, and now— I want you so badly, Freddy. Those balls must contain a gallon of cum, I need it so badly."

"Oh fuck," Fred moaned. Loretta's dirty talk always got him going, but now… She wanted to take all of him, every inch, every foot. He felt his orgasm approach, felt it would be a big one. The head of his cock flared wide, easily twice as wide as the rest of the shaft. "Get ready."

"Oh yes, cum for me Freddy, cover me. I want it on my face, on my tits. Hose me down with that monster."

"FUUUUUCK!" Fred bellowed.

The first shot hit Loretta straight in the face. It was so voluminous that it splattered all over, covering the pillows, bed sheet, and her tits. Fred could feel the second shot build and pulled back as fast as he could, the feeling of his cock sliding between her cum slick tits overwhelmingly good. The second shot was just as violent, splashing out from between her breasts and onto her neck.

Loretta spluttered and moaned through it, arching her back, which pressed her stomach against his twitching balls. The next few shots weren't quite as violent, but the volume was overwhelming still. It got everywhere. Loretta was soaked from sternum up, and it was soaking into the sheets.

Fred felt light headed, and felt a powerful thirst building. Loretta was running her hands up and down her body, gathering up his massive load of cum and spreading it even further. Her hips were writhing.

"Oh god, there's so much, fuck yes." He could hear how turned on she was, her voice thick with it.

He sat back, catching his breath. He burned to go get something to drink, felt faint, but instead he watched as his wife took his cum and tasted it. His cock deflated, retracting quickly, his body unable to spare the fluid to keep it erect right now.

"Oh fuck, it tastes so good. Different than before."

Her cum slick fingers slid down and into herself, then circled her clit. She loved to play with his cum, usually getting herself off rubbing her clit and using it as lube, but there was an animalistic passion about her now that was a huge turn-on.

"Sorry love, I'm so thirsty. I need water."

"Yes, hydrate, I'll be fine. Oh fuck it feels so good." Loretta was rubbing herself faster and faster as Fred stumbled into the bathroom. He drank straight from the tap, gulping down in minutes more than he'd ever drank in a day. He felt himself stabilize almost immediately, his balance returning. Loretta cried out in the next room as she came. He drank another half dozen huge mouthfuls and went back to the bedroom.

His wife lay panting on soaked sheets. He was glad they had a cover on the mattress, he could see his cum pooling around her. Loretta squirted occasionally, so they just kept a water proof liner on all the time. He grabbed a couple of towels from the back of the bathroom door and helped her soak some of the cum up, then laid down next to her. They both desperately needed a shower.

"Holy crap, Freddy."

"Right?"

"I can't wait to take you inside." She hummed contentedly and rubbed herself idly.

"So you're not upset?"

"No, no, I love it." Her free hand rested on his thigh.

"Are you satisfied for now, or would you like me to go down on you?"

"Fingers first."

Frederik gathered himself, shifting his weight. He kissed her, tasting an unfamiliar but not bad taste on her lips. Was this what horse cum tasted like?

"Oh, that's beginning to sting a little." Loretta said.

Fred moved, sitting between her legs. Her pubic hair blocked some of the view, but it was thin enough on her labia that he could see the color of the skin shift as it had with him.

"Uh, honey… I think this might be contagious."

Her labia were swelling visibly, lengthening and getting wrinkly.

"Oh, that's a bad cramp." Loretta winced and held a hand on her abdomen.

"We should go to the hospital."

"And show everyone I work with my new horse cunt? No way, buster. You were fine, I'll be fine too. Besides, I meant it when I wanted that thing inside of me, maybe now— This really smarts, huh?"

"Are you sure? Maybe doctor Hillard—"

"Scott is a quack, I wouldn't trust him to prescribe aspirin. Besides, you said this took twenty minutes, it'll be done by the time we get halfway there."

"Do you need a Tylenol or something?"

Loretta shook her head. "Just be here with me, it's no worse than a bad period."

"Hot water bottle then?"

"Just shut up and cuddle."

They lay together as Loretta calmly described what she was feeling. Her pain crawled up her abdomen and stomach, organs shifting and lengthening. They used her phone's selfie camera to watch what was happening. Her labia grew leathery and smooth, the sparse hair falling out. The skin darkened and her clit grew to the size of the head of his former penis even as it drew deeper inside, more protected. Her anus changed too, the ring growing more defined and larger, pushing her cheeks apart a little.

Curious, they looked at Fred's anus, which had changed too. He hadn't even thought to look. Loretta teased him that maybe this wasn't a horse cock but a donkey's, which would make him a real ass just as she always thought.

The line where her darkened and changed skin ended was lower on her, down well below her waist and just barely above the start of her new labia, slightly higher up her abdomen than the original had been.

"The pain is fading," Loretta said about half an hour later.

"This really doesn't bother you, huh?"

Loretta shook her head. "I've fantasized about horse cock before. One of those impossible, unobtainable fantasies, but still one of my favorites. I'd never with a real horse of course, it's immoral not to mention incredibly dangerous. But if you've got one—" She squeezed his hand. "It's not like I'm sleeping with anyone else, right?"

Fred felt touched, despite the incredible weirdness of the moment. This entire day had been bizarre beyond words, but at least now it was weird with his favorite person. Her calm acceptance of all of this made him feel much more okay as well, letting go of an anxiety and weird shame he hadn't realized he was holding on to.

"I love you," Fred said.

"I love you too." Loretta's tone was flat, a simple statement of bone-deep fact that no impassioned declaration could match for intensity.

"So that's about as bad as period pains are? And then for days instead of just half an hour?"

"Mm-hmm. Usually a little less bad, but I've had worse too."

"Fuck, I'm so sorry."

"Eh, I'm used to it."

He kissed the top of her head as she laid curled up against him.

"You mentioned something about fingers earlier?" She used the whispering tone reserved for the bedroom. "I'm eager to take this new set of kit for a spin."

"I should wash my hands, I just got back from the farm."

He got up, stripped off the last of his clothes, washed his hands, then on a silly whim washed his arm up past the elbow. Back in the bedroom, Loretta had spread some towels for them to lay on.

Watching her walk around, there wasn't really anything different about her. Shadow and pubic chair hid the changes to her anatomy well, where he might have to start wearing baggier pants. What was he going to tell work tomorrow?

The thought fled his mind as Loretta lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. His eyes locked on her cunt, he walked forward like a man possessed, crawling between her legs. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue parting her new, firmer lips. She tasted amazing, the same but different, stronger. Pushing his tongue deeper, he licked bottom to top, finishing at her clit. He circled the much bigger bundle of nerve endings, and she moaned in response.

"Ho shit, that's intense!"

Fred could just hum in response, licking and sucking to his heart's content.

"Fingers, please—"

He slid two fingers inside, then at her urging three, then his entire hand. Loretta was soaking wet, and easily accommodated his hand.

"Deeper, yes. Just keep going."

Fred felt his cock stir at the sight of his hand entirely inside his wife. He pushed a little deeper, not wanting to hurt her, then pulled back slowly. She had other ideas though, and grabbed his arm as close to the elbow as she could reach and pulled it all the way inside.

"Keep going deeper, yes, fuck, oh god."

Half his lower arm was inside of her now, and he just kept sliding deeper. He almost got to his elbow when he bottomed out.

At her direction, Fred started to move back and forth, faster and faster. Her reaction was intense. Loretta grunted and groaned, urged him on as he fisted her deeper than any unmodified human could ever hope to achieve. Feeling her muscles contract around his entire arm was wild, the heat of her body intense.

"Oh god, I'm going to— yes, yes, yes, YES, FREDDY YES DON'T STOP!"

Her scream of ecstasy was ear splitting in their small bedroom. He kept moving his arm, punching into her deep then pulling almost all the way back. She shuddered through a second, smaller orgasm before she pushed his hand back and out of her, then pulled him up.

He was fully erect again, twitching in the air. She guided him in. The sensation of being enveloped went on and on as he sank into her, inch after inch, foot after foot. His cock reached up past his own sternum, surely it much reach as far inside of Loretta as well? To his great astonishment, he managed to fit every single inch of him inside of his wife, his pelvis pressed against her as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Fuck me, baby."

He started with short strokes, but soon went faster, deeper, longer. He pushed up on his hands and knees to get a better angle, Loretta letting her legs fall to her side again. Then he pushed up on his toes and moved his entire body. The motion must look comical, and he was suddenly glad they didn't have any mirrors in the bedroom, but finally he managed a full stroke. The sensation was amazing, pulling back with wanton abandon then slamming back inside until his balls slammed against her ass and the bed.

Loretta grabbed at his arms, lost in the raw power of the sensations she must be experiencing. Fred's grasp on sanity was flimsy at best, only the instinctual necessity to keep moving keeping him present. His wife's cries of pleasure urged him on, faster, harder. Thought fled, condensing the world down to the simple necessity of motion and bringing the other and the self pleasure.

With an almighty roar, Fred buried himself as deep as he would go, slamming into Loretta. The force of his orgasm, uncharacteristically close to his last, overwhelmed him and he collapsed on top of her as his cock twitched, leaving another massive load inside of his love.

"Yes, inside, inside, all of it inside," Loretta whispered as she clung to him, holding him tight to her again with her legs.

He kissed her through the last shuddering breaths of orgasm, feeling her shiver each time he twitched inside of her. They lay together long after, his cock staying hard enough to stay inside for a long time. At least his stamina wasn't horse-like, they were usually done after three thrusts and back to eating grass before their semen was done leaking out of their partner.

When it was finally time to pull out, the normal cum towel they kept by the bed wasn't even remotely enough. It rushed out of Loretta overwhelming the towel and flowing around onto the extra towels on the bed.

"Holy moly Fred, we're going to have to start having sex over the toilet at this rate. Or install a drain on the bed."

Fred grinned. "Shower sex could be nice. Or just outside in the barn."

Loretta mimed throwing something at him, but had a massive grin on her face.

"Come on, you ass, get in the shower. I'll join you as soon as I throw this mess in the washer."

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