Not Stretchy Enough

Not Stretchy Enough

"C'mon, motherfucker! Open up, why won't you open?" I cursed, trying to stretch open my sister's hot boyfriend's mouth.

I put three drops of bodysuit serum in his beer, he should be completely hollowed and stretchable by now. I knew I should have put five drops!

David was my younger sister's boyfriend, I never liked the guy since the first day I met him, he was an arrogant douchebag. I really can't understand what my sister sees in him... of course, besides him being hot, and the big snake that bulged under his shorts.

Last night I was at a club while wearing one of my bodysuits, when I saw David there, making out with another woman, he was cheating on my sister! I was furious, so today, while my sister was at work, I knocked on his door. He was visibly confused at the sudden visit and with a forced smile, he let me in.

He grabbed two beers and handed me one. We chatted for a while until he had to go to the bathroom, at which point I discreetly spiked his beer with the bodysuit serum.

He's taking longer to deflate than I was expecting, I have to put him on before my sister comes back home. I'm trying to speed up the process by forcibly stretching his mouth, and it looks like It's working, after a few minutes, his mouth finally got stretchy enough for me to slip inside.

It's a tight fit, but nothing I can't handle. I plan to end his relationship with my sister tonight and then have some fun at the club in David's sexy body. Those pretty lips will be wrapped around a cock today, instead of cheating.

A Body Stealer Tale: Tourists

Nikolay was a muscular and tall man; he was doing his night jogging when he passed by a gay couple; they looked like tourists.

He noticed the two men ogling him, but he was used to guys ogling his muscles, so he didn't pay much attention and just continued jogging.

"Freeze." Nikolay heard one of the men say behind him. For some reason, he did, and for some weirder reason, his vision got blurred and his mind became foggy.

He felt like his brain was hit by a strong blow leaving him disoriented.

"I have to wear this hunk! Take a photo of us babe." Nikolay heard one of them say, he then saw the short, bald guy approach him and cup his sweaty biceps, "His arms are massive, babe. Flex for us, you dumb hunk." The guy ordered, and Nikolay did. While he stood there flexing, Nikolay couldn't form a single straight thought, but he still could feel something was wrong. He felt the bald man's hands grabbing his thick biceps while the other man was taking pictures of them.

"Done," The man with the camera said.

The bald man then turned to look at Nikolay and smirked at him, "You're so hot, thank you for building such a hot body," He said, putting a hand inside Nikolay's pants and cupping his cock and balls, "Soon everything will be mine, say it, you dumb hunk."

"Soon everything will be yours, I'm a dumb hunk." Nikolay said, his voice deep and robotic.

"Where are you going to put him babe? Do you want to bring him to our hotel?" The other man asked.

"No, I can't wait that much, I need to wear him right now."

"There's an alley right here, you could do it there. I will stay here watching the entrance."

"Thank you babe." The bald man then turned to Nikolay, who was still double flexing, motionless like a mannequin. "Follow me to the alley, these biceps are gonna be mine."

"Follow you to the alley... these biceps are gonna be yours," Nikolay repeated mindlessly, following the strange man to the dark alley.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, the man's boyfriend scrolled through the photos he'd just taken of his boyfriend with the muscular stranger. Two years had passed since they first found each other, and every moment had been an exploration, an adventure. This trip to Russia was no different—a celebration of their anniversary and their shared desire to wear men. His boyfriend had always been drawn to the rugged allure of Russian men, and tonight was the fulfillment of that long-held fantasy.

He was used to his boyfriend wanting to wear every hot man they came across, and he loved him for it. He could hear grunts and moans coming from the alley—the grunts belonging to the muscular man, and the moans to his boyfriend

He couldn't help but smile. This was their way to love each other; there was no other way for two body stealers to show love.

He smiled when he saw the hot hunk walk out of the alley with a sexy grin. "So? How do I look?" The man asked, giving him a double flex.

"You look fantastic, babe," He responded in awe; he stepped closer and gave him a passionate kiss. He pulled back and caressed his boyfriend's new face. "We should get back to our hotel, I can't wait to test out your new Russian body in bed."

A Body Stealer Tale: Caleb

Caleb's sweaty shirt smells so fucking good! It has his strong musky smell on it, a smell that only a postworkout shirt would have.

I turned Caleb into my bodysuit at the gym's parking lot right when he was about to go home. I followed him, and when he was about to get inside his car, I injected him with the bodysuit serum. I knew I would wear Caleb as soon as I saw him at the gym, and when I see a man I like, I always get it. So I waited for him to deflate and then put his body on right inside his car.

Do you see what his pecs are doing? I'm not doing it, they're doing it on their own, I swear!

It happens sometimes when the bodysuit is too fresh, the muscles of the bodysuit will have spasms for a few hours. I knew bodysuit spasms were a thing, I've experienced it in many others before.

I have a theory for this: I think bodysuit spasms happen when there's a huge mass of muscles in the bodysuit. For example, when I turned a guy with a huge ass, the sparms happened in his ass, other time I turned a guy with a massive cock and the spasms happened in his cock, now, Caleb has some very big pecs, so it makes sense why his pecs are going crazy.

I just didn't know they could last this long, It's been what? almost one hour since I put Caleb on? Oh, It looks like the sparms are finally stopping.

I think I will be inside Caleb's body for a long time, but to be honest, I said the same thing to the previous bodysuit before Caleb. Caleb's life will change drastically from now on, first I need to end his relationship with his long-term girlfriend, and then I need to find a gay guy who will give these perfect pecs the worship they deserve.

Assimilated StepDaddy

Ryan slowly woke up, feeling disoriented. He looked around, recognizing his stepson's room. But something was off—he couldn't move. It hit him then: he was tied up on the bed. Panic set in as he struggled against the restraints.

"W-what the hell? What is going on? Why I'm tied up?" Ryan shouted, trying his best to free himself from the restraints. All he remembered was coming home from a hard day of work at the construction site and grabbing a beer to relax on the couch, and then... he woke up here?

"It's ok, Ryan, no need to freak out," He heard his stepson's voice as he entered the room while holding a glass jar with a strange slug creature inside.

"Benson? You did this to me? You little shit! I'm gonna beat your spoiled ass once I'm out of here!"

"Oh, you're going to beat my ass for sure, just not in the way you think," Benson said with a smug tone, he tapped his fingers on the jar, making the sluggish creature move as if it was excited. "It was very easy to drug your beer. You passed out faster than I thought you would, and I confess it was very difficult to drag you to my room, you're so heavy. Unfortunately, I'm afraid we don't have much time left."

"You drugged my WHAT? I knew you were a fucking freak but not at this level!" Ryan tried to pull the restraints once again, but he finally realized there was no use. He sighed and looked at his stepson. "Look, let me go now and I won't tell your mom about what you did."

Benson chuckled, "I'm not sure if I believe you; I know you very well, Ryan; in the past two years, I've known your true self; you're a cheater, a homophobe, and a horrible stepdad. I can't trust someone like you, I'm not dumb. But don't worry; once I help my alien buddy take over your body, our relationship will change to something more... trustful." Benson then looked at the creature inside the jaar. "Isn't that right, lil guy?"

Ryan could swear he saw the little creature nodding its head. "What the hell is this thing you're holding? You're freaking me out Benson.... please let me go!"

Benson got on the bed between Ryan's muscular legs and slowly started to pull down Ryan's underwear, he protested, trying to make the process more difficult for Benson, but with both his arms and legs tied up, Benson easily pulled his underwear down to his ankles. "Oh my, I can see why mom likes you so much because it definitely is not because of your personality," Benson said, amazed by Ryan's girthy cock.

"That's too fucking far! I'm gonna kill you, you motherfucker!" Ryan shouted.

Benson just ignored him and opened the lid, freeing the slug from the jar; the strange black slug crawled toward Ryan's ass and started to force its way inside his hole. Ryan's eyes opened in terror as he felt something squirming inside his ass. "Take this thing away from me! Take this thing away!" Ryan pleaded, no longer trying to keep his tough, manly persona.

"It's ok, Daddy Ryan, you're going to be a much better stepdad from now on," Benson said, caressing his muscular thighs and watching the tip of the slug disappear inside Ryan's ass. For a few seconds, nothing happened until suddenly Ryan's eyes rolled back, and his body started to contort and convulse, his hips bulked up and down, and his back arched as his muscles tensed until suddenly his body went limp.

That was when Benson heard his mom's car arrive; his heart raced as he immediately started to untie Ryan as quickly as he could; he thought he could turn Ryan into his pet's host before his mom came home from work. He untied Ryan's ankles and walked out of his room; it was then realized he had forgotten to pull up Ryan's underwear, so he ran back to his room and pulled his underwear up. He made his way to the living room just as his mom opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, Mom," Benson said, sitting on the couch and trying his best not to sound too out of breath.

"Hey, sweetie, where is Ryan?" She asked.

"H-he's sleeping in my room, I think he got so drunk that he crashed in the wrong room."

"Poor thing, he works so hard, let him rest a little ok?"

Later that night, while his mom was in the shower, Benson went to check on his stepdad, and to his surprise, the bed was empty. He jumped when he felt Ryan's hand grab his neck from behind and his big bulge pressing against his ass. Ryan leaned his mouth close to Benson's ear and whispered. "Fuck... he really hated your ass, I'm trying my best to control his body not to twist your little neck."

Benson smirked; he knew it was no longer his stepdad speaking. "I thought you said you would take full control of his brain?" Benson whispered back, pressing his ass harder against Ryan.

"Shut up you little..." Ryan stopped talking mid-sentence, and then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and then looking at Benson with more calm eyes. "I will. It just takes a while to fully assimilate his brain. There's still some parts of him left, I can still access some fragments of his memories as well as the hatred he had for you..."

"I think we could use all his hatred and use it for something more..." Benson then turned around to face Ryan and was about to caress his hairy pecs when Ryan suddenly pushed him down to his knees.

"You disgust me, you always did. If I didn't have a fucking slug inside my brain, assimilating it and turning me into a brainless puppet, I would have punched your dumb face right now."

Benson was so hard, his cock was leaking only at the sight of his hot stepdad standing over him, with his huge bulge just inches away from his face. He knew it was the alien in control, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit scared.

"Ok, I'm starting to get a little bit wo..." Benson tried to stand up, but Ryan pushed him back on his knees again and then pointed at him.

"You better keep on your knees! That's where you fucking belong." Ryan whispered, he then pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing massive cock, hovering his shaft over Benson's mesmerized face. "I'm gonna facefuck you as a punishment, that's what spoiled brats like you deserve," Ryan then grabbed Benson by the back of his hair and smirked down at him. "You better take every inch of punishment," With that, he pushed Benson's face to take all his length. Benson loved the way Ryan grabbed both sides of his head and fucked his mouth like he was a fucktoy. Ryan came down his throat before his mom finished her shower.

A week later, Ryan had his brain fully assimilated by the alien slug, and there was nothing more left of him besides his hot body. The alien adopted a more loving and caring personality for Ryan that Benson loved, but sometimes Benson would ask the alien to act more like the old Ryan.

Their relationship had improved so much since Ryan got assimilated. Benson's mom would go to work in the morning before Ryan, so every morning before going to work, Ryan would go into Benson's room and give him a proper morning fuck, as well as his morning load. And every time Ryan came back earlier from work, he would take his shirt off and order Benson to lick his sweaty body clean.

"These armpits won't clean by themselves, boy. You better bury your face in these hairy armpits and clean them up with your slutty tongue!"

After giving his stepdad a proper tongue bath, Benson was sitting on Ryan's lap, with his ass fully stuffed by Ryan's hard cock while he squeezed and groped his stepdad's big hairy pecs.

"C'mon buddy, suck on your Daddy's tits, your mom will come from work at any minute," Ryan said while flexing his massive pecs.

Benson didn't waste any more time and started to suck on Ryan's huge tits. He had only two hours left before his mom would return from work, and he would always make the most of it.

Alien Appetite: A Snack At The Gas Station

"What do you think of that man? He's very hot, and looks like he has a big dick," I said, admiring the tattooed man pumping gas into his expensive car.

The man was very hot and muscular, his thick arms were covered in tattoos and he seemed to be a tough kind of guy. I knew a big dicked man when I saw one, and that man definitely had a giant snake under those shorts.

Anyone else might think I was talking to myself, but I was actually talking to a tiny alien friend on my hand. I kindly called him Cosmo since his real name wasn't meant for human tongues.

The tiny alien bug had wings and flew towards the hunk, easily sliding inside the unsuspected hunk's ear. The man displayed some discomfort on his face as he tried with his finger to reach for whatever bug had gotten inside his ear. However, his fingers were too big to reach the alien who was already too deep inside his skull and about to reach for his brain.

The man let out a loud grunt and suddenly started slapping one side of his ear, in one last desperate attempt to make the 'bug' come out. Until he just stopped and looked at me with a blank stare, that's when I knew Cosmo had taken full control of the hunk's brain.

He took off the gas pump and opened the car's door.

"Get out," He told someone inside the car.

"What do you mean by 'get out'?" I heard a female voice ask.

"I said get out of my fucking car, now!"

I saw a beautiful blonde girl walk out of the car, looking furious. "Wait, are you serious? what the heck is wrong with you? You picked me up, paid for dinner, and now you're ditching me?"

"I have better places to put my dick on," He said, even I gasped at this response.

"You're an asshole!" she shouted, slapping his face. "That's the last time I try dating apps!" She said, storming away.

The stud then turned to me with his blank eyes, he reached for his zipper and fished out his thick black cock, It was so huge! I smiled when I saw how long and thick that man was, my intuition never failed.

"I told you he was packing," I said.

"This will do, now get in," he ordered with a deep, sexy voice. We got inside the car and he drove us to the parking lot nearby. His huge cock was so thick and heavy that it wouldn't even get erect, instead, it swung between his legs. "No one ever told you staring is rude?" He joked, he then took off his shirt and shorts, and for last, his underwear. "Here you go, open your dirty mouth," He grunted, opening my mouth with his fingers and shoving his used underwear inside my mouth, it had a strong musky smell on it. "Take this as my gift to you."

While I had my mouth full of the hunk's underwear, I watched as he grabbed his huge cock and bent his head down with his tongue out, he lifted his legs in the air and started to suck on his own cock with such a hunger that not even a whore could compete.

That's why the alien needs hosts with big cocks, so he can suck out their juices straight from the source, and that's why the Alien needs me, I know how to spot the most hung men.

I hear the hunk's deep grunts and moans as he gave himself a passionate blowjob, his eyes rolled back and he started to cum. I could tell he was cumming because I saw cum oozing out of his mouth and slowly sliding down the shaft and balls. He let go of his cock with a loud 'pop'. A single string of cum still connected his mouth to his cock.

He took his used and now-soaked wet underwear off my mouth and used it to clean the cum off his mouth. "He tasted really good, I think I will be inside him for future meals, but fuck, I did a good mess with this one, I have cum all over his dick..." He then looked at me with a perverted grin. "Are you going to make me ask?"

I smiled, I was always happy to help in the cleaning process, so I bent over and started lapping the cum off his cock as he drove us to the hunk's house.

Tamed Aliens

As I walked my two small dogs to the park, I spotted these two hot and sweaty men playing tennis on the court.

They were so hot and muscular, their sweat glistened bodies moving with the grace of professional tennis players. I was so entranced by the sight of them playing that I didn’t even notice the time passing.

"Have you lost something?" One of them suddenly asked, looking at me. By the tone of his voice, he didn't seem amused.

I looked at him with wide eyes, realizing that I had been staring for quite some time. "N-no," I stuttered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Just enjoying the game. That's all."

The man scoffed, his handsome features contorting into a look of irritation. "Enjoying the game huh? We can see your tiny boner from miles away, you fucking perv! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? If you don't get the fuck out of here-"

Before he could finish, his teammate interjected with a hand on his shoulder, his eyes looking down to the growing bulge in my shorts. "Take it easy, Alex. Let's wrap the game for today."

"No! I'm tired of fags thinking It's ok to ogle us," Alex retorted, walking towards me. My two dogs started to growl and bark at him as he approached; suddenly, two metallic bugs crawled out of their fur. The tiny alien creatures were too fast, the tennis player—whose name I learned to be Alex—didn't even notice one of the tiny metallic creatures scurrying toward him. Crawling up his body and latching itself onto his nape. He froze mid-walk, his body stiffening. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his mouth fell open as he dropped the tennis racket to the ground.

I sighed in relief. The other bug slithered towards his teammate, who was standing by the net, wiping his forehead with a towel.

But unlike his friend, he noticed the metallic, shining bug approaching. He quickly grabbed his tennis racket, and when the bug jumped toward him, he swung and hit it. However, he lost sight of the bug. 'What the hell was that?' he asked his teammate, Alex, who now had an eerie smile on his face. Alex walked to him with a strange walk, looking as if he had forgotten how to walk, his steps clumsy and awkward. I could tell he had something in his hand.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" His friend asked, confused. He didn't have a chance when Alex slapped his nape, attaching the other bug to it, immediately making his eyes roll back.

Suddenly his eyes went back to normal, but as he tried to take a step, he lost balance and fell to the ground.

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"Hey Master, look, I'm riding a horse," The hot tennis player sitting on his friend's back said. His equally hot and rude teammate was on all fours with a tennis ball inside his mouth as he crawled on all fours.

I can't take these two anywhere, I thought.

If you looked behind them, you would see they had something on their napes. The aliens were tiny and looked like metallic ticks; they would take control of their hosts by latching onto their spinal cords. So, while they were attached to a body, they would remain in control of it, and if they stayed too long, the host would become permanently mindless, which was the case for most of their human hosts.

They were a parasitic species from another world, I had no idea how they got here, but I was grateful I was the one who found them. Dogs suited them well because when they took over humans, they could only make their hosts crawl on all fours. For some reason, bipedalism was too difficult for them.

That meant I couldn't walk with them in public with human hosts because, let's say, It's not very common to see men walking on all fours in public unless you're at a gay parade.

One day I helped them take over my hot neighbor, who was walking his two dogs. It was then that I had the idea to use his dogs as hosts every time I wanted to walk the aliens out. luckily I had tamed the aliens well and had made them totally obedient to me, so they agreed without asking.

Now, they had taken over these two hot tennis players, one of them was riding his friend like a horse; I won't lie; the sight was very hot. I kneeled on my heels in front of the once aggressive hunk on all fours and took the tennis ball off his mouth; he just looked at me with innocent, happy eyes, the eyes of a guy who just had his brain taken over by a less intelligent alien creature. He had his tongue sticking out while he stared at me, it was so cute.

I stood up and tossed the ball on the other side of the court. "The one who gets the ball first, I will let suck my cock. Go!"

Their eyes bulged and they both ran on all fours to catch the ball with their mouths. I watched as the two muscular tennis players arrived at the same time, and each one took a bite of the tennis ball; they started fighting for the ball like angry dogs.

My cock got even harder at the sight, so I decided to leave them fighting for the ball for a while, barking at each other and wrestling as if their life depended on it, it was a show that only I had the privilege of witnessing, all the fighting only made their hot bodies even more sweaty. But when they started biting each other, I finally intervened.

"That's enough boys! Stop this right now!" I shouted.

They froze as they heard me, Alex in the middle of biting his friend's right pec. I grabbed a tennis racket nearby and walked towards them. "You two, get on all fours right now!"

They both obeyed, getting on all fours. I walked behind them and pulled down their white shorts, exposing their big muscular asses. I licked my lips and then, with the tennis racket, hit Alex first. He let out a whimper as I spanked his ass with the racket, "Bad boy! Very bad boy, biting your friend? What were you thinking?" I said as I spanked him, the racket leaving a red mark on his cheeks. Then I did the same with his teammate until their asses were left red. I dropped the racket and unzipped my pants. "There's plenty of cock for both of you. There's no need to fight."

They both kneeled in front of me now, panting with sweat dripping from their hard muscles. "Sorry Master," They said in unison.

"It's ok, boys. Now come here and worship my cock, you guys need to learn how to share." I pulled out my throbbing cock. They looked up to my cock hovering over their faces and hungrily started licking it, each one taking a share of my cock. I grabbed Alex's teammate's head and shoved my entire length inside his throat, when I felt I was about to cum, I pulled out, resting only the head on his wet tongue, and then finally coated it with my cum. "Don't swallow," I said, looking down at the muscular player looking up at me with red eyes and a mouth full of cum; I could cum again just by that sight. "Share it with your buddy."

He obeyed and French kissed his friend. As they sloppily made out with each other, I took off the two leather leashes from the dogs and put them on their necks; I was going to take them home with me on all fours. Suddenly the Idea of being seen walking two hot men on leashes didn't sound that bad.