#fucking thin. also i asked for the length to be blended and showed pictures but who knows i could just be a dumbass for all i know

[keymintt]

life doodles

#art #me #comics #my art #doodles #in regards to that last one there are mats on the floor i'm not getting slammed into like. concrete #oughgh i need to dye my hair blue again that doodle's old #but also i need to cut it hdsgklhdfl that's gonna be tonight's task #using my clippers for the first time wish me luck #i've cut my own hair before but to the effect of like. trimming a haircut to what i /actually/ wanted #went to the barber months ago like 'hey can you cut my hair' and when he was done he was like 'i gave you something more feminine!' #like! i appreciate the time you took! that's not why i came here though! i kinda want to curl up and die abt that! #he also gave me an undercut. which. i don't look /terrible/ with an undercut but imo the line between a bowl cut and an undercut is razor #fucking thin. also i asked for the length to be blended and showed pictures but who knows i could just be a dumbass for all i know #gotta do it yourself if you want it done right. queer rite of passage or smthin idfk #ANyways hope y'all are doing good

[razz-tfs]

Dicked Down

a/n: my first standalone tf story, but part of a larger universe i hope to expand upon. hope you enjoy the odd kinks! and let me know what you think

I’ve been trying to share my story for a while now, but it’s impossible to find a place to begin, and it’s not like it’s ending any time soon. Razz suggested that instead of trying to nail it down in one linear story, I should just share our adventures. Eventually I’ll probably fill in the details, but sometimes they just aren’t as important, you know?

Yesterday we revisited my tiny cock kink. Razzor is eager to engage in any type of transformation, and every so often I land back on being dominated, getting pounded down while my useless, tiny cock nub is left ignored. Normally I have a respectable seven-incher, but “normal” seems to mean very little with a demon like Razz.

Razzor has been in my life for a few months now, and it’s been a revolutionary experience. Personally I feel like the details are boring, but our sex games are where the fun comes in. My current “default” body is relatively tall, around 6’2”, and solidly muscled. I also enjoy a good chest of hair that accents my physique. But any of that can change if it strikes our fancy.

This time, Razz wanted to make it a bit of a game. Instead of a quick fuck with a shrunken cock, he sat down on the bed where I had been relaxing and pulled out the phone I got him recently. He thumbed over to open an app I hadn’t seen before.

“This will let me transfer cock size between us whenever I want,” he told me, leaning against me and showing the screen. “In fact, whenever I take some of your dick, you’ll have some other changes too. Like your ass might get bigger, or you might beg to be filled with come.” I smiled. I loved when Razz blended a couple of different quirks together.

“And remember,” he continued, “your dick size goes right to me.” I eyed the massive meat between his bare thighs, already eight inches soft, and imagined transferring my size to him. I gave a shudder just thinking about it.

“Ah, ah, honey. Only I get to decide when you get dicked down. Are you already desperate to give away your cock?” He pulled the phone away, like keeping a toy from a child. (Which was ironic, given that my muscled body had two inches and about 20 pounds on my more toned lover.)

“Yes, Razz, yes.” I couldn’t keep my voice from coming out breathy as I turned into his chest and held him. This app was a way hotter idea than I would’ve come up with. “Take an inch now! I’m not using it.”

The casual observer might have objected to that line. Razz’s little idea had me rock solid in my loose gym shorts, the tip of my (currently) above-average dick just sticking out and grazing the bottom of my tank top. But my man knew that I was more eager to see my length dwindling down than fuck anyone tonight.

“I’ll give you just a taste, love,” he said with a wink, and fiddled with his phone.

I gasped, not in surprise so much as lust, as my dick jolted and briefly contracted. I’d wager Razz only took about a half inch, knowing that teasing me would drive me wild. Just enough that my waistband could hide it once more.

I hastily reached for my pants, eager to rip them off and see my ever-so-slightly smaller package, but with a quick thought I instead looked beside me on the bed to Razz, eager to watch his changes. He had been chubbing up, so the size I gave him was lost in the process, but once he was hard I saw some girth and a bit of length had definitely been added.

Already horned up, the extra nudge from the app sent me over the edge easily. I rolled over and scooted around on the bed to dive into Razz’s crotch. Right away I was sucking his now 11-inch monster with little difficulty. If there’s one thing I’ve learned well, it’s accommodating many varied sizes.

As I bobbed up and down, I arched a fractionally-larger ass into the air. Razz, emboldened that I had taken so quickly to the app, decided not to wait any longer. He grabbed his phone and stole, with no warning, a full two inches of my prized cock.

The effects were astounding.

All at once, I felt a rush of sensory input. My primary focus was on the cock I was swirling in my skilled mouth, so I certainly noticed it surge beyond a foot in length, directly into the back of my throat. I moaned around it, grabbing at the growing base.

However, I also felt the thrill of my dick pulling into itself, contracting and sliding against the fabric to a rock solid 4.5 inches in length, shorter than I had been soft. I was now tenting my shorts instead of sticking up into the waistband.

As my hands reached toward my pants to feel the change, I found myself instead removing them, and reaching behind to play with my ass. This time the growth was substantial, and I already had a respectable bubble butt to start. My ass now was simply big, deserving of every “juicy” compliment it would be sure to earn. But even more to that point, when I plunged my fingers between the plump cheeks, I found my ass to be soaking wet.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Razz remarked as I pulled out my now-lubed fingers. “I see some of my secret additions are working too.” Cock still in mouth, I simply groaned in appreciation.

I glanced down at my dick, now that my shorts were out of the way. It was just like mine should be, but mini-size. My thighs looked absolutely amazing next to the smaller dick, too.

“I figured since you would be so desperate to be filled, you’d need a little help… accommodating me.” Razz caught my eye as I looked up at him. I hoped my look conveyed both how much I loved him, but also how hot this was to play out.

“You’re so sexy like this,” my lover said, reading my silent arousal. “Fucking whoring yourself out on my monster cock, leaving your own pitiful stick ignored.” Razz was fantastic at dirty talk, and it always got me riled up. He was right, the foot of meat I was swallowing was certainly a monster, and mine was truly pitiful in comparison.

I glanced down again at my shrunken dick, shivering with pleasure as I saw it jerking itself in place in time with my deep throating. I noticed my balls had shrunken a little as well, proportionally.

I reached back into my inflated ass, this time adding in a third finger as I loosened my now-sloppy hole. I moaned once more around Razz’s beautiful behemoth, unable to articulate more as I sucked and licked and worshipped it. I picked up the pace, and I reminded myself that I was pleasuring two and a half inches of my own cock, stolen by the man I loved. Plunging a fourth finger deep into my ass and shoving the massive dick down my throat, I lurched forward and pushed Razz and myself over the edge — him coming deeply into me, and myself barely dribbling over my own thigh. I felt more relief accepting his load than I did releasing my own.

I came down from my high, and extricated myself from Razz’s dick. I wiped my mouth in satisfaction and gave a dopey smile to my demonic lover. The cheeky smirk I saw on his face told me this little ride wasn’t quite over.

“So, what next?” I asked, ready to go again. My ass was still wet, and I was eager to try stretching it around Razz’s new cock.

“Well I’ve got to go set up your Tumblr since you always seem to get distracted halfway through,” Razz said as he stood up from the bed. “I’m sure you’ll find ways to pass the time.”

And with that, Razz walked out of our bedroom along with a third of my cock. What I had left softened to less than three inches as I sat up on my pumped-up ass. I marveled at my shrunken state, never really spending much time soft with a smaller dick in any of our previous sessions. It looked almost adorable nestled between my thick and powerful thighs, a stark contrast to my otherwise stereotypically masculine body.

Usually our transformation games have a definite beginning and end, but this time I wasn’t really sure when I’d be getting my length back. We usually toyed around with me going down to about this size, sometimes hard and sometimes staying pitifully soft, unable to even ejaculate. But by this point I’m used to Razz’s transformations, and I’m never anxious to end any particular fantasy, except when I have a new idea for the next one. I trust him completely, and we’ve always immediately ended anything I didn’t enjoy. (While I like the experience of changing to be drawn out, Razz can do things instantaneously when he needs to.)

After relaxing from that hot blow job, I wanted to check out my ass a little more. I had been so fixated on my smaller cock, I hadn’t realized that I had the perfect way to show off both — my jockstrap. As I slid the jet black fabric up my legs, I felt it settle into place around my engorged glutes. The pouch in front was comically under-filled compared to my more common 5-7 inch soft range. While my butt stretched the straps out, my 3-inch dick and smaller balls left only a subtle dent in the front.

After a few minutes of modeling myself and taking a few pictures, I changed into my favorite tiny pink thong. This one was designed with a mini-cock in mind. The thin strip of fabric slipped right between my pillowy cheeks as the tiny triangle in front acted as an appropriately-sized pouch. This fabric was thin enough to show every outline and shape of my package. I turned in the mirror to see how the back of the thong completely disappeared into my blown-up ass.

Right at that moment, I felt a shock. My eyes shot to my crotch and I watched in rapture as my little softie shrank further, down to two inches soft, where even in this ridiculous thong it was starting to get tough to see. Everything had gone with it proportionally — my balls had pulled tightly against my dwindling dick. Shit. I knew Razz would manage to surprise me again!

Immediately, I reached into my thong and realized, wildly enough, that it was the first time I was using my hands on my own cock in hours. I pumped my cocklet a few times, using just a few fingers to poke around in the fabric, until it hardened a bit and pushed to 3 inches long. Now that it was “stretching” the pouch once more, I could appreciate how small it had gotten. The sight drove me wild, knowing that Razz had now stolen 4 inches of my hard length. I abandoned the useless dick and dove for my bedside table, where I kept a handy dildo. “Be prepared” is the Scout’s motto, after all.

I was luckily able to use my own ass lube to get things going, after pushing the sopping wet string of the thong aside. In no time I was lying back on my bed, working the dildo into my hungry hole. I pounded in and out of my ever-growing ass, stimulating my prostate with the toy until I shuddered in a dry orgasm. Well, I say dry, but my self-lubing asshole was anything but.

I was basking in the afterglow, petting my still-hard cock (could I still call it a cock at this size?) through the thong, when I felt that familiar jolt. Excitedly, I looked down to my crotch to see how much more I’d lose. The tingling managed to take yet another inch in length, bringing me down to just two inches again, but this time while hard. I flushed in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment by seeing my “endowment” not able to make a respectable bulge in the tiny thong’s pouch. Men my size would usually stretch this thing right off their bodies, but my dicklet couldn’t even fill it.

The exhilaration of shrinking almost distracted me from my growing ass. But this time, my hole was positively quivering with need. I grabbed the messy dildo and slammed it back into my waiting hole. My hand pounded the dildo harder into my even-fatter ass as I had a lucid thought.

I realized, stupidly, that at that point Razz’s own cock must be truly monstrous. I was moaning and shaking with need on the bed, when my dick jolted down another half inch. There was barely a visible bulge at this point, and the thong is skin tight. I realized that the dildo was just a sad facsimile for what I really needed then. I needed Razz.

I left the dildo where it was so I wouldn’t be empty. My stupidly huge cheeks bulged around it, keeping it held in place. I laughed when I realized I still had the thong on, but I really loved seeing how this skin tight outfit showed off my dicklet. There was no mistaking exactly how little I was packing.

When I got up out of the bed, a shifting weight on my chest brought my attention to my pecs, which had apparently gotten bloated up along with my ass during one of the last transfers. I became distracted from my quest for Razz’s dick, and grabbed my engorged nipples, groaning at a sensation that rivaled stroking two dicks at once. (And my opinion on the matter should be trusted.) My nipples had really fattened and were even sticking out. Shit, my nipples could almost rival my cock nub, but that’s not much of a challenge.

As I twisted them together, I felt an indescribable pleasure at the same, delirious moment that Razz decided to take another half inch from my nub of a dick. My former glory could pass as a fold in the fabric of this thong as it dwindled down to a single inch. My ass bulged around the dildo, my tits pumped a bit more, and my urgent need for Razz finally put my legs into motion. I hurried down the hall, calling for my lover.

“Please, please fill me, Razz! I need your cock. My cock you stole from me. I need you to really fill me up!”

My brain was too addled by lust to string together anything more than begging. One of my hands was still teasing a nipple as I, at last, reached Razz.

His cock was beastly, looking around 10 inches soft, maybe a bit longer. And what was even more astounding was its massive girth and the low-hanging balls resting beneath. Razz was lounging proudly across our couch, still naked, with his half-stolen equipment trapped between his legs. When clearly it was made to fill my hole.

“Oh, honey,” Razz said, looking up from his phone as if he were just noticing that I had entered the room, as if he hadn’t heard my moaning pleas. “You’re covered up? I want to see what a pathetic nub you have left.” He winked, and my knees went weak even as he mocked my microscopic dick.

I quickly went over and joined him on the couch. As I crawled across his lean body, I dragged my beefy tits against his skin, once more teasing my nipples. I shook my ass and jostled the dildo around, bringing Razz’s attention to the toy.

“Ah, so this is what kept you from finding me sooner,” he said, as he removed the thong from around the dildo. He then grabbed the toy and pounded it into my ass a few times. “I thought I was going to have to take the whole thing to get you to come out here.”

At that idea, I came instantly. Well, the orgasm felt like coming, at least. My nub barely got out a drop of pre for the event, but my ass spasmed wildly against the dildo and my nipples felt like they were on fire.

“Let’s look at what you have left!” Razz announced, and we leaned apart.

I gaped at my crotch. I knew I had lost most of my length, but the one inch nub was truly tiny. I reached to grab it between my thumb and forefinger, and was surprised at how little I felt it.

“I redirected pretty much all of your pleasurable sensation elsewhere in your body.” He slammed the dildo home again and I saw stars.

I dove onto his mouth and kissed him passionately, while grinding my ass back against the fake cock he was still fucking me with. I broke from kissing him just a moment to whine “fill me for real”, unable to really enact any plan myself.

Razz, for his part, was deeply enjoying my obsessive state. He finally began to chub up, though his newly engorged tool took time to get fully hard. He started to grind into my crotch, his massive organ dwarfing my entire package.

I whined again, not caring about anything other than a real, actual cock in my leaking, needy, fucking desperate asshole.

Instead, Razz rolled us around on the couch so that I was laying back, the dildo momentarily left forgotten but still wedged in my ass. He leaned over me and grabbed yet another dildo off the table, a larger one that better approximated his new size. He put it into my hands without much further guidance, and then proceeded to blow my mind by sliding his huge dick against my chest, fucking my pecs-turned-bitch tits. I groaned in satisfaction, feeling around behind him to exchange the silicon dicks. My size donations had really beefed Razz’s dick up to a thrilling girth, so even though he was maybe two inches longer than before, it felt like a massive difference.

My eager hole might have been disappointed at the lack of real cock, but my tits were singing in bliss. As Razz fucked against my chest, pushing them from every angle, my nipples started to tingle. I then felt the bizarre sensation of my nipples leaking… lube? Yeah, it could only be lube. I looked up in wonder at Razz.

He simply grinned, and used his massive cock head to smear the lube around my chest, sliding his slick rod back and forth between my pecs. I couldn’t believe how sensitive my chest was — almost as if I actually was getting fucked. With every pass of his massive dick near my mouth, I would give it a quick lick. It began to leave more and more thick pre behind as Razz’s pace increased. I could feel his ball sack completely overlap my minuscule package as he dragged it back and forth along my crotch.

He reached behind himself, and grabbed the discarded dildo from before. With inhuman dexterity, he managed to continue fucking against my chest while also guiding the first dildo to my ass. My greedy hole was ready for any challenge to prove its mettle, and I grabbed the fake cock and joined it alongside its bigger brother. My wet hole stretched satisfyingly around both cocks, my fat cheeks squeezing the bases together.

As I drove the dildos into me, prepping myself for the real pounding to come, Razz grinded forward and lodged the head of his dick in my mouth. I worked my tongue all over his massive cock, fighting to get as much of it in my mouth as possible. He was positively flowing pre at this point, his engorged (stolen!) balls probably over-producing. The feeling of the length of his thick cock dragging against one of my nipples, while his nut sack covered my tiny dicklet like a blanket, alongside my DP-dildo hammering that was running on auto-pilot, caused me to orgasm yet again. My dick stayed more or less dry, but I gushed around the dildos crammed into my ass, squirted a fresh batch of lube from my nipples, and positively shook in pleasure. I couldn’t articulate anything more sophisticated than a satisfied moan.

Razz was holding out on his own orgasm for the grand finale. He pulled back and away. I was too dazed to give that any mind. I don’t think even Razz at his most teasing would have resisted fucking me at that point, as I was completely gone and certain to be useless until I got a good fucking out.

Right on cue, Razz pulled me up and turned me around, bringing my dildo-filled ass around to his huge, delicious, real, actual cock. He feigned carelessness as he reached in between my cheeks, pulled out the toys, and dropped them on the couch. Then he finally readied his glorious manhood. His dick was almost literally 50% mine at this point, as I glanced down at my pitiful, rock-solid one inch nub. He lined up with my well-stretched hole, and pushed in.

Bliss.

I know sex with Razz is always ecstasy, but the flavor is always unique. I can’t put into words the sensation of his massive tool widening me as much as two cocks had. He pushed in slowly but steadily, and I couldn’t believe there was more, inch after inch.

After an agonizing, tortuously delicious entry, I felt Razz, impossibly, bottom out against me. Usually his balls would be slapping into mine at this point, but my almost-nonexistent nut sack wasn’t coming close.

As my need grew, I felt myself lubing Razz up while he increased the pace. He reached around and started toying with my nipples, making them leak again.

“So baby, how do you like your new tits? They give off a special kind of milk that I find more practical.” Razz loved making it all the realer by saying it out loud. He reached down further to my crotch.

“You know, this baby dick isn’t even doing much for you any more, is it?”

“No!” I managed to wail between my heavy pants. “Take it! It’s yours!”

“You’re always so generous, Derek.”

Razz brought his cell phone around in front of me. He didn’t even stop fucking my ass as he expertly navigated the app. There it was. A percentage bar of how much cock Razz had stolen from me. By mass, Razz had taken 90% of my package. He simply tapped an arrow a few times, and changed that to 95%.

A change in five percent, from my current perspective, was half of what I had left. Enraptured, I watched my rock solid nub truly contract, shrinking down under half an inch long. My balls were completely gone. I was so caught up in my dick, I barely even noticed my tits swell and my ass push harder against Razz’s length.

“There. Look at you, honey,” Razz said as my last change came to a halt. “Almost completely cockless. Just a little useless nub.” I whined in pleasure. “You gave it all,” he grunted, “to me.”

And then I felt his dick jump in size. It didn’t feel proportional to the size he had just stolen, but I wasn’t about to complain when I felt that satisfying stretch.

“I guess you could say yours is still hard, but shit, it’s not even much of a dick at this point.” He grabbed at the nub, but there wasn’t a lot to hold onto.

I couldn’t really disagree. I couldn’t care less about my clit in terms of pleasure. I was milking everything I could out of Razz and I hadn’t even noticed my own hand had been playing with a nipple for who knows how long. Who needed a dick when I had these beefy tits or this sloppy cunt?

Fuck. Cunt? Did I really just call my pussy a cunt? Holy shit. Wait, did I think clit earlier?

Razz interrupted this train of thought. “So the last special change was a vocab mixup. I can undo it if you want.”

I considered it a moment, but figured what the hell and shook my head. “Though,” I tried to snark between his thrusts, “if you had wanted to fuck a pussy,” thrust, “you could’ve just given me one of those instead.”

“In the end, I just wanted to hear you insult your own pathetic nub.” Razz punctuated the thought with a particularly deep thrust. I moaned like the slut I was and pushed back into him.

“Yeah?” I asked. “Well I know this little clit is useless. Hell, it’s not even much of a clit. Why would I need something like that when I can just give it all to you and you can fuck me with it?”

“Oh?” Razz pretended to be surprised, and showed me the app again. “So why don’t you give me the rest of it? Your whole package. Since you aren’t using it.”

I grabbed both of my over-sensitive nipples and bounced on Razz’s monster cock. I hadn’t really thought about it, but feeling around on top of him he had to be over 14 inches long at this point. I felt proud knowing that my dick contributed to this masterpiece. I knew I needed a more fuckable ass, more fuckable titties, anything and everything I could get from giving away what little cock I had left. 5% really wasn’t that much to lose at this point, anyway.

“Yes, yes Razz. Take it all!” I dreamed of how it would feel.

“Oh no, babe. I won’t take it from you. You can give it and I’ll accept it, but you have to be the one to do it.” Razz knew me so well. Keep control away and then give it back to me right at the end, right when I really didn’t have a choice. I had to know the feeling, if not today then the next time we tried this fantasy. Even clear-headed I would’ve probably made the same decision.

I swiped over to my slider and dragged it down to 99%. I wanted to feel one last moment from both sides. I watched in pure pleasure as my nub pulled almost entirely into my body. I basically had a little miniature dickhead, and that was it. I knew it served no purpose whatsoever, but I still wanted to see what it would look like. Kind of adorable, really. And in another way, absolutely hilarious hidden in the expanse between my powerful thighs and defined waist.

As I looked up from my mini clit, I watched as my tits swelled even further outward. The sensitive and enlarged nipples that sat on them grew ever-so-slightly, and I could even feel their increased sensitivity. One hand shot from the phone to my nip, caressing the supple flesh that far surpassed the size of my nearly nonexistent dick. As I massaged, it began to leak more of the highly-effective lube.

Razz was completely ceaseless in the pounding of my fattened ass. It inflated ever-larger around his dick, which itself grew from my donation. It pushed just a little deeper and stretched just a little wider. I took a steadying breath as Razz pushed into me.

He reached, in jest, for his phone. “Done?” he quipped.

I grunted in panic, and grabbed the phone quickly. With my other hand I pressed against my penis — reduced from 7 full inches when hard, down to less than a dick head. I couldn’t even call it a proper clit. My touch, somehow, seemed to excite it a bit, and I felt a jolt that might have, at one point, passed for a come shot. It barely registered to me as an orgasm. I slid the bar down fully, and gave 100% of my package to Razz.

Razz does like the dramatics.

I was watching, ready to see what my nullified crotch would look like. I had openly talked about my tiny dick fantasies, but we hadn’t really discussed taking away the dick entirely. My only hangups about the idea came from fear about permanence. Fantasies are fun in moments of passion, but I don’t want to get caught actually hating a situation. Trusting Razz lets me experience the impossible, and then feel like a normal person the next day.

In this moment, I was not a normal person. Even given my already-ridiculous proportions, Razz must have decided that hitting 100% deserved a bit of a reward. For both parties. My “last bits” just seemed to count extra.

At first, I was elated to see my smooth crotch. Nothing there, no dick or balls or vagina or anything. It was completely taken away! And it was gifted back to me in the form of the cock slamming into my hungry, slutty cunt.

But elation fell to confused disappointment when my view was obscured. It took a moment to register that my swelling tits now blocked the view of my cockless crotch! I reached up to play with my nipples out of habit and immediately forgave them their intrusion. It felt too good to play with them, sliding around their slick mess.

I did drop one hand, though, and grab the smaller discarded dildo. My mouth was feeling annoyingly empty, and it seemed like it would fit.

All the while, my ass was not to be left out. The original transfers had begun the booty-swelling process, so by now my ass was completely impractical. It would actually take a monster cock like Razz’s to get enough dick into my hole. The round shape was perfectly maintained, probably defying a few laws of physics, or at least asking them to take a short break. The rush of pleasure caused a gush of lube around Razz’s massive tube.

Speaking of, Razz really did want to celebrate taking all of my manhood. His cock jumped wildly inside me, and he seemed to pull out forever before slamming back in. I would have to estimate the massive tool at over 16 inches, and it sure as fuck was solid as steel. I cannot begin to explain the pleasure of my pussy stretching around his growing manhood, knowing that I gave him that virility.

Razz reached around and grabbed the null area between my legs. Free real estate. It actually felt kind of pleasurable, like a phantom tickle I couldn’t reach. I could barely focus on it, though, given the frantic sucking I gave the dildo. I grabbed the larger dildo too and started rubbing it around my messy chest, fucking my tits with the toy.

Razz was clearly pleased with his handiwork. He had gotten an amazing session in and barely changed himself. His dick was bigger, but we had done that before. I was so desperate in my head, though, that I felt crazed. I crammed one dick in my mouth as I slid the other across both slick nipples, shuddering the whole time. Razz had adopted a wildly unpredictable tempo with my ass, which left spurts of lube shooting out around the tight seal. I found myself wishing I had more cock to give so I could be stuffed even fuller.

I rocked back and forth, and Razz started to moan in my ear. I knew he was finally getting close. He and I joined hands in rubbing my flat crotch, trying to stimulate what wasn’t there. Every bit of cock I had was attached to another man, fucking me nearly a foot and a half deep in my wet, stretched-out cunt. My whole torso was slick from the lube dripping from my milky tits.

“I’m there,” he groaned into my ear, shoving himself fully into me, unleashing a wild pleasure as he magicked up another two inches worth of cock to push me and himself over the edge. I dropped the dildo I had left in my mouth and moaned like the dirtiest whore, riding a shockwave of ecstasy as Razz’s 18 inches came deep, deep inside of me. He pumped more and more of our shared production into my eager pussy, and all I could do was beg for more and more.

I clearly couldn’t ejaculate in my state, but that didn’t hold me back from a powerful orgasm. My ass practically vibrated as it tried to milk Razz for everything he had. That alone felt like coming. I could feel his satisfaction as deeply as my own. My tits had nipples more sensitive that some dicks could ever be, and I gasped as Razz reached and grabbed one. He clearly wanted to play since he gave me these ridiculous things.

After a while of rocking back and forth together, we both came down from our high. He pulled out, but quickly replaced his hose with a butt plug to hold his load in place. I felt no need to complain, but Razz must have whisked away the hazy horniness that had clouded my thoughts for the past few hours. I felt a bit less overwhelmed by all the sensations, though it was jarring even to just be lying there with my odd form.

My muscled body did a fine job of supporting the added weight of my engorged pec-tits and my astounding ass. An ass which was managing to leak a little lube and come around the buttplug that wasn’t designed for my stretched out cunt. My nipples still dribbled a little come, and I felt that my tongue had even thickened slightly in my mouth throughout some part of the process. And nothing could beat the truly bizarre feeling of rubbing my thick thighs together and feeling absolutely nothing between them.

We arranged ourselves into a more comfortable cuddling position on the couch.

“Maybe next time,” Razz whispered in my ear, reaching around and rubbing my null crotch as he nestled his monster cock between my asscheeks, “I’ll put the app on your phone.”

Hm. Now that, that’s an interesting idea.

#transformation #gay tf #cock shrinking #cock swap #cock growth

[missfear13]

Snippets of “Puppets”

Believe me, this current original story of mine is not dead. It’s being slowly written. Now, in the eleventh chapter (yet to be finished), there are some very intense happenings so crazy, that I just can’t wait to show people. 

I will give a snippet of what happened in chapter 10 so that you, the reader, will understand the second snippet from chapter 11. 

I will warn you, this will contain some very graphic situations (with absolutely no sexual content). It’s meant to also trick and confuse you with what’s reality, a dream, a memory, or simply another world conjoining to ours. 

I give you an un-revised look of what’s yet to come in Puppets.

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Terra Mark was quite unnerved, but unusually calm the day her close friend returned to school. She felt that this shouldn't have been a surprise to her. After all, she knew of such horrific things before. She's experienced them before. During lunch that day, Terra kept her dry lips pressed shut as she ever so lightly tapped her unopened applesauce cup with her white plastic spoon in deep thought. These thoughts swallowed her vision of the present whole, for she witnessed different things. Her thought process rewound her back to when she mingled with that demonic puppet at Nately's house. She was pulled back further to when she was practically ditched by Josh, when she stood there in the middle of the street on her bike. Ah, yes, the cat.         That twisted, mangled black cat that appeared behind her as she stood parked there in the middle of the street.          (Has it come for me?)         The way it hissed at her.          That sour, gut-wrenching presence was all too familiar for Terra Mark.         Those eyes. She absolutely recognized them. Spiders.         "This way! I think the lake is back here," Spencer exclaimed, one of Terra's older cousins. It was Easter. It was horribly wet outside. Terra's family got together at her uncle's place that day. Everyone dressed their best, including the very young Terra (who hated that baby pink dress and white tennis shoes that sunk into the mud and got her cotton socks wet).         She loved her cousins, especially the three (Spencer, Connor, and Nicky) that she chose to follow into Scar Woods that day. Being the youngest, Terra always wanted to be apart of the big kids and go with them to do cool things. She thought of them as grownups, anyhow. On that particular day, her older cousins decided to quickly pay a visit to Scarlet Lake. Terra's heard the ghost stories of that place involving shipwrecks. Her cousin Spencer spoke about it and tried to prove it to the others this time.         He brought them through Scar Woods. Terra's small feet kept sinking into the mud as the bitter wind nipped at her fragile soft cheeks when she chased after them. Looking back at it now, her cousins didn't seem to care when she followed them, nor when she fell those few times into the mud, nor when she cried out their names to wait for her.         They chattered on as they got further and further through the woods. Terra fell behind.         She fell once again, her mud-stained knees scraped against a rock. Now that fucking hurt that time, and the tears filled her glossy eyes. She cried out her cousins' names again. They either didn't give two shits, or they didn't hear her. Too far.          Terra's mouth stretched into a painful grin as the tears trickled down the side of her face, her wet and muddied hand rising to her chin. It started to rain.         A giggle.         Bright and cheerful.         Little Terra lifted her head up, her lips pressed back together before they seized into a quivering fit. Her tears slowly ceased.         The giggle echoed around her. Her little pig-tailed head darted in different directions of alarm as she tried to pinpoint where the giggle originated.         The tears from the darkening sky thudded and tapped the wet ground; hitting the long-dead leaves, making an orchestra of a million people clapping at once. But the giggle was louder.         There!         Young Terra's eyes went big like a doll's once she saw it.         Another girl.         She seemed��a little bit older than Terra, for she seemed a bit taller. Her dress was beautiful- the purest and brightest of all whites. It quickly reminded Terra of those toothpaste commercials on TV with those perfect people with the absolute most perfect white teeth. Pearly white. In fact, there was this sort of misty glow that outlined this other girl. The rain didn't seem to touch her perfection. The girl had long, flowing hazel hair that young Terra had always wanted. She wanted it to be perfect like her porcelain dolls that she kept oh-so-neatly aligned on her shelf at home. Terra wondered for a moment if her face matched her dolls' faces.         Terra struggled to get up and succeeded. It was then she ignored all the mud soaked into her shoes and socks, stained into her despised Easter gown- she wandered forward towards this other girl.         The other girl giggled once more.          Terra indeed chose to follow her. Once she got closer, the other ran farther; deeper into the woods, they got.          "Hiya!" Terra called as she scrambled after this new playmate. "Wait for meeee!"         The other girl paused, seeming to stare off into the distance. The rain was intense.         Terra paused in her tracks, the mud splashing over her toes.         "What's your name?" Terra asked, her voice a bubbly tone. After all, she was nearly five years old.         This other girl. . .her head twisted to the left as she peered over her shoulder. Yes, Terra did see her face. She was sure of it this time. There was no threat engraved in the other brunette's face. No. It was almost like how Terra imagined it to be, how she wanted it to be: perfect like her porcelain dolls' faces were crafted. The girl's button-nose glimmered with her misty appearance. She was dreadfully pale. Her eyes, well, Terra couldn't quite picture them correctly.         "Eli-JAH," she responded. Her voice was a few octaves higher than Terra's. Which was unusual to little Terra, since she assumed that the other girl was older than she. Elijah, did she say?          Then, as if she read Terra's mind, she said: "Yes, indeed, sweet Terra."        "Hey," Joshua Silver said as he nudged Terra's shoulder. "Bell's gonna ring."

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 "Elijah," Terra muttered.  Her shoes dragged along the sidewalk as she walked slowly down the street with her backpack slung over her shoulder. Cousin Nicky was supposed to pick her up from Josh's place.         An hour ago.                 Cousin Nicky lived nearby. Terra's mother worked late. She didn't want to bother her. She couldn't remember exactly why she left her friends so late, too early. A blur. Somebody called. Wanted her home. Forgotten chores. Angry. But it's . . . almost midnight . . . Isn't it?          A blur.         Tired, maybe.         The lights that partially extended over the street flickered. So blurry.         An hour ago.         Nicky didn't care about Terra. She never did. What did Terra expect?           (Eli-JAH)         Terra rubbed her eyes, exhaling. A mist blew past her dry lips. She pursed them, her upper lip tucking under the bottom against her teeth, which scraped and nibbled on the dry skin; pulling on the tiny, tiny scabs. She gazed down the street. Her eyes rolled up, and the surprising blinding light of the street lamp stunned her. She grimaced and blinked several times, shaking her head and looking down. She picked her head up, the blobs of colorful, metallic light danced across her field of vision. But as these anomalies were seeming to be dragged away from her at different rates and speeds, there was a darker shape in the distance. A figure.         Terra rubbed her eyes and squinted. Her gut felt as though it tightened after the thought of                 (Eli-JAH)         the almost angelic little girl she encountered in her younger years flashed in her mind.         But it was not. No; but a boy. He stood under another light down the street. He slouched horribly; bending forward some with his head drooping downward. His chin seemed to unusually touch his chest. His hair of strange lengths fell before his face- his hair of twists and curls and straightness. His hair of a greasy, greasy brown that almost blended into a tarry black. His spine seemed to poke from his back under a grotesquely thin layer of dirty, bruised, and rash-like skin. Terra from afar could see his shoulders. His attire, she could not make out much. It was horribly tattered. It was darker than his tarry black hair, and had a similar greasy look to it.         The boy suddenly inhaled, and the sickly sound jumpstarted Terra's fear. The sickly sound- a morbidly low, animalistic, and demonic growl that came from Hell itself.         And it belonged to the boy. He sucked it in, and his shoulders raised.         Terra's eyes were nearly as wide as her mouth, which formed into an O; aghast.         Before she could realize it, there was no boy standing under the light down the street.         There was a snake.         The biggest snake Terra has ever saw.         Another animalistic growl which thundered from the trees. Yes, this horrific being touched the trees.         All time painfully slowed down in Terra's view. A petrifying pressure and weight was absorbed within her.          This had to be a nightmare, then! Terra suddenly felt sure of it.         But then-         "HAGH-" Terra yelped. She instantly straightened her back and raised her shoulders as she suddenly felt something tickle her- something was crawling on her.         IN MY SKIN!         IN MY CLOTHES!         A foul stench filled her nose as it breathed over her. Her screams were rising in her throat, yet a shrill yelp only managed to escape it. Her wide eyes rolled up to see. . . to see the-        hhhhhhhhhhhhhh         A tickle again- this time on her pale, quivering cheeks. Her eyes dropped down to meet the other thing-         Those were hands! Touching her face! Hands made of  hairy, twisted, severed spider legs that tickled her face! Connected to dozens of the pitch black, beady spider eyes for wrists. They made this grotesque, indescribable sound as they rolled over to look at the petrified mortal girl.         The dismembered parts of different spiders were joined with seemingly normal arms of a milky pale color. Terra's eyes followed up these arms to see the torn sleeves of a pearly white dress-          Something wet dripped atop Terra's head.         Then a hiss from above that gurgled into a familiar demonic growl.         And a shrill, girlish giggle brought sickly pain to Terra's suddenly sensitive ears. She winced before the spider-leg-hands twisted and grabbed the side of her face, the hairy "fingers" dug behind her ears and inside them.         A tear managed to slowly roll down the side of Terra's face- a product of silenced fear.         A face- Terra couldn't see a face of the being in front of her, the being that was touching her with such morbid limbs. It violated her. There was no face.         No face.         No face.         It has no face.         But it must have a face.         Don't want to see its face.         But I did.         I did. I did. I did.         And it knows         (knew)         my name.         (You)         Then I am         (are)         her         (my)         puppet         (precious dolly)         through the rest of         (your)         my          (life)         and for all          (eternity) "Yes, Terra, just like I know your cousin's name and your mommy's name and your daddy's name," the angelic little girl in the pearly white dress chanted with a widening grin. "I remember your name cause it reminds me of the word terr-AIN,  and, you know, to tear apart."         "But you can't do that!" confused Terra blurted out. Her hands quickly covered her mouth as she gasped. Was it the memory? A dream? Was she older or was she a naive little Terra that  went off the trail in the woods that one Easter day?         This Elijah girl continued to give a wide-eyed stare towards Terra. Her grin didn't seem to match with her face anymore. There was no warmth in her expression, nor her presence. There was the ice-cold stare and the psychotic grin.         That was until she slowly leaned down closer to Terra, closer to her face. Terra kept her hands over her mouth, her feet sinking a little in the mud as she stapled herself in place.         "I tore you away from the big kids, didn't I?" said the other girl. "They don't care, and they'll never find you; never find your body, never find your sanity, never find me. I'll only greet them as soon as they go into their permanent sleep. But then they'll still keep trying to run away."         Tears filled Terra's eyes. Her face reddened as she wheezed behind her hands. Her terror leaked down the sides of her face.          The twisted girl that graced the name Elijah leaned closer, and both Terra's and her own nose touched.         "I know," Elijah piped up, her breath ice-cold, and her shoulders raising as her hands locked together in front of her by her knees, "let's play a game."         "N-NO!" Terra cried, her voice wavering. Her eyes squeezed shut as she slightly curled up before Elijah with her hands now hiding her face. Terra turned her head and looked away. "I-I DON'T WANT YOUR GAMES!"         "Oh, well," Elijah inhaled and stood up straight with her hands laced together in front of her, "where are my manners? I can't make you do what you've already been doing. Why, that won't make any sense. . ." Her petite, almost shrill voice trailed off as her eyes rolled to her left. "But a game to make this. . ." her eyes rolled upward and to her right, "pitiful place fun. . ." She gritted her teeth as her unsettling grin grew wider now with her bottom row of teeth emerging.         Terra's torso moved backward, yet her feet were still planted in place. She continued to shield her face from this sinister girl. Terra's face scrunched up as she bit her tongue to prevent herself from sobbing.          "OH, I LIKE THAT!" Elijah exclaimed, which seemed almost like a scream considering her fucking shrillness. She stood on her toes as she shouted that. "LET'S PLAY HIDE AND GO SEEK! OH YES, SWEET TERRA, LET'S DO THAT!" And in that second, her horrific face was not but an inch away from Terra's shielding arms now.         Terra sniffled, her eyes still squeezed shut. "H-How about you s-start c-counting, uh-and I go h-hide?" she stammered.         There was a sudden crack as Elijah quickly stood up and straightened her torso.          "Okie-dokie, sweet Terra," she said, nodding vigorously. "But I have to warn you. . ." Terra finally glanced up from her shielding arms. "Nobody knows what's out in the woods. Nobody knows about the spiders and the snakes." Her sinister eyes rolled down to stare at Terra. "They're bigger than you think."           Help.         Help ME.         She took off.          The psychological weights tightened around her ankles.         Or are they chains-         (The chains of many, sweet Terra)         Droplets of mud flew up from the ground and splattered her white tights as she ran.         Run and hide. . .         HIDE!         She nearly tumbled head-first into the trunk of a tree when she slipped once again on the mud. She quickly put her hands out in front of her and stopped her fall against the tree. The pressure in her chest intensified when she stopped. She cautiously glanced over her shoulder with her hands still on the trunk. Her nails scraped against the bark as her fingers curled back to the palm. Trembling. 

        "Have you any idea how. . .precious this is, sweet Ter-RAH?" shrieked Elijah. Her piercing voice seemed so close- "You have such nice friends- nice friends, indeed! Now. . .who was it. . .N-N. . ." 

        Terra's eyes widened as she winced. She shook her head, clenching her teeth together. 

        "You leave Gnatty a-alone," she wheezed. "Don't scare her like you've done to me-"

        All these years.

        "Oh, that's RIGHT! Nately. Her daddy died just recently."

        "LEAVE her BE!" Terra cried. She weakly hit her knuckles against the tree. 

        "He's really been wanting to talk to her, you know? He keeps SCREAMING N SCREAMING-"

        "STOP IT!"

        "And I saw you locking my favorite dolly away! You know, his mommy is very, very maaaad."

        Terra inched her way around the tree, trying to ignore the demon-girl as best as she could. She felt something tickle her fingers as they brushed themselves along the bark. Spiders. She yelped and flicked it away. 

        "Not mad at you, not at Nately, but mad at me, 'cause I kinda foiled her plans. I really think they weren't working in the first place."

        Terra continued to run further away, but the voice remained at the same volume everywhere she ran. 

        "I think I might use that cute puppet boy for something. I'm not letting such soul go to waste-"

        Terra ran her clammy fingers through her hair in distress. She managed to let out a growl.

        "And that Nately girl has been suffering quite enough, don't ya think?"

        "NO!" Terra yelled. "I WON'T LET YOU! SHE WILL MOVE ON! HER BROTHER WILL MOVE ON! AND I WILL MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS WHAT WE'RE AGAINST, AND SHE CAN LEARN TO BE STRONGER THAN YOU! AND YOU WILL WEAKEN! YOU WON'T HARM HER!"

        It hissed.

        "I WILL LIVE AND YOU WILL DIE!"

        It snarled.

        Terra began to chant: "I WILL LIVE AND YOU WILL DIE!"

        Leaves began to crunch around her. Branches cracked and twigs snapped. 

        Terra's fingernails dug into her scalp as she screamed: "I WILL LIVE AND YOU WILL DIE!"

        Something tickled the back of her neck. 

        And under her clothes. 

        "I WILL LIVE AND YOU WILL DIE!"

        Spiders emerged from under her sleeves, from her pants, from her shirt. She yelped and began swatting and aggressively brushing them off and stomping on them as they fell. But they seemed to disappear in thin air. More of these spiders appeared from such place and attempted crawled to her face and in her hair as she chanted. 

        "I WILL LIVE AND YOU WILL DIE!"

        Terra screamed as the arachnids continued to appear and increase in numbers all over her, but she kept declaring that single line. The footsteps got louder.

        It growled.

        "I WILL LIVE AND YOU WILL DIE!"

        REPEAT.

        "I-"

        "QUIET!"

        "WILL LIVE-"

        "I'LL CUT YOUR TONGUE OUT!"

        "AND YOU-"

        "SILENCE!"

        "WILL-"

        Terra gathered the final word in her throat. She opened her mouth wide and prepared to scream it out-

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