Coach’s Present

It was customary to get coach a present on his birthday, a sort of unspoken rule amongst the teammates. This year, however, Alan had forgotten. He didn’t even realize until coach pulled him into his office after practice and asked him, “so, do you have something to give me boy?”

Alan gulped. He looked at coaches stern jaw, outlined underneath his thick, grizzly beard. He shook his head. “I’m so sorry coach,” he pleaded, “I promise I’ll get you one next year.”

The coach laughed, his burly chest shaking along with each motion. He shook his head. “It’s alright boy, I guess you’ll just have to be my present.”

He looked at the coach, confused for a moment, before he felt himself changing. He looked down at his skin, which had suddenly grown pale and white, the texture changing from flesh to mesh. Alan looked up in shock. “Coach what are yo—?“

But his mouth was already gone, replaced by the meshy fabric. He started to claw at his face, but his arms early slapped against the fabric. They were made of elastic!

His legs gave way and suddenly he was writhing on the floor. He looked up and saw coach walk over towards him with a pleasured grin. “Oh boy,” he said, “you’re lookin’ mighty comfortable down there.”

Alan realized he could no longer move. He could still feel his body, his limbs arranged in strange, bizarre patterns. Above him, coach began to remove his clothes. Alan had only dreamed of what that man looked like under those tiny blue shorts and that skin-tight tank top. But as he peeled the shirt up over his chest, still soaking with post-practice sweat, he felt his entire (small) body fill with lust.

The man was built like a god, his thick, chiseled chest rising and falling with each breath. He pulled down the shorts and his dick, predictably large and very hairy, flopped out and waved above Alan’s face like a pendulum.

Coach let out a deep breath. “Alright boy, lets see how well you fit.” The man reached down and fumbled with Alan’s limbs. He tried to struggle, but he only felt warmth against his elastic bands as they rubbed against coach’s legs and up over the massive mounds of beef that he could only assume was his ass.

And then he felt something big and warm press up behind his head. He felt his face stretch outwards and his entire body grow hot and wet almost immediately. As strange as it all was, Alan felt oddly comfortable, like he was standing upright once more.

“There,” Coach said as his rough hands positioned Alan’s straps, “that outta do it.” He walked towards the mirror on the other side of his office, and Alan froze in terror at what he saw reflected back at him.

He was wrapped very tightly around coach’s waist, his entire body transformed into a series of comfortably fitting elastic straps. All except his face, which had become a clear white pouch, practically bursting with coach’s monster cock.

He was a jockstrap. Coach has turned Alan into a jockstrap.

Coach grunted, “well, it’s a little bit small I must say. But then again, you were always the smallest on the team.”

The Growth Potion

I’d been lured to Ryan’s apartment under the pretense of trying out some of the experimental potion he’d been using to get himself jacked. Ryan was easily the biggest guy at the gym, and once day in the locker room we struck up a conversation. He told me he’d been using this secret drug that gets his muscles super big in a short amount of time. I didn’t believe him initially, which is why he asked be back to his apartment to try it out.

It didn’t take too much convincing. Ryan was easily the hottest guy at the gym. Not only were his muscles perfectly sculpted, but he had a gruff, scruffy aura about him that I just found instantly attractive. His body was covered in thick brown hair, which bushed itself around his face (and his cock).

He lived in a small apartment outside of town, and although it was pretty big, it was also pretty secluded. As we got out of his car and walked up to the door, I began to realize I had no idea what I’d just gotten myself into. Still, I was transfixed by his body, his ass giggling in his tight gym shorts as he walked into the apartment and tossed his keys down.

“Take a seat,” he said, motioning to a couch, “you want something to drink?”

“Water,” I said, and he disappeared into the kitchen. I looked around to see the place was pretty sparse. There was nothing really breakable, and all the stuff that possibly could have been, like the glass on top of the coffee table, was curiously absent.

Just as I was beginning to suspect something else was going on, Ryan walked back in with a glass of water. “Here,” he said, “drink up.” I did. I was surprisingly thirsty (in both senses of the word) and the water tasted really good. Abnormally good.

I looked up at him. “Did you put something in this?” I asked.

Ryan just grinned. “You said you wanted to see about that formula right?” Oh no. Before I could even realize what was going on, I felt my body get suddenly sweaty. I froze in fear as Ryan reached over to take the glass from my hand. “You might want to lay down for a minute before it kicks in. I gave you more than the usual amount, so I’m not exactly sure what’s going to happen.”

“Wait… what??” I could barely speak through the heat by body was radiating. “How… much… more?”

“A triple dosage. You’re my guinea pig man! That’s why I had you come over.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had been tricked, against my will, into the house of some stranger who was about to turn me into a muscle beast. Frantically, I tried to run to the door, but I only ended up down on the floor on my hands and knees, panting vigorously.

I heard Ryan get up and circle over to me. All I could see was his shadow on the ground, and all I could feel was an aching soreness that had overtaken my entire body. “What’s… happening… to me?”

“You’re sore right now, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Good. That means it’s taking effect. You might want to take off those clothes. Assuming you want to keep them in one piece.” I couldn’t believe I was even listening to him. And yet, I managed to get my shirt and my shorts off before falling back down on my forearms.

I’d never felt anything like this before. The extreme heat pouring sweat from by every pore, every single one of my muscles tensing as if clenching into a fist.

And that’s when it started to happen. I felt by body begin to grow heavy. At first I thought it was the sweat, but when I looked down, I saw the muscles on my body were growing. Inflating slowly with every heart beat, like pumping a balloon.

Ryan laughed and flopped down on the couch in front of me. He’d already taken off his shirt, and he was now removing his shorts, starting to stroke his massive bodybuilder cock as he watched me transform into his ultimate fantasy. “Yeah,” he said jacking himself, “that’s it boy. Keep growing.”

I wanted to tell him off, but another wave of soreness hit me. But it was different this time. It was a painful pleasure, and this time I could literally feel the muscles stretching beneath my expanding skin. “GrrrrrraaAAAAGGGGG,” I bellowed in a much deeper voice. I felt my arms press against the carpet as by body continually expanded. By now, I was big enough that I was pushing the coffee table away from me. This must be why he took the glass off, I thought. Man, I must be as big as him now.

The idea excited me. To think I was as big as the biggest guy in out gym, in just a matter of minutes! Suddenly, I was envisioning Ryan and I together, two big muscle hunks in bed, fucking and jacking each other off.

Maybe thinking about this wasn’t the best idea, because the new wave of heat I felt was around my crotch. I looked in between my legs, and although my ever expanding pecs were obstructing the view, I could just make out the head of my cock reaching out as my erection got bigger and bigger.

“UGH,” I moaned as I felt it pump with fluids. I had to keep myself from cuming right then and there. But just when I thought I was fully hard, my cock continued to grow. “What the—?” I looked down and was shocked to find the head of my cock was now against the floor, still snaking its way towards my face, showing no signs of stopping.

I looked up to Ryan, pleading, “how big… is it… supposed to get?”

He just laughed. “I have no idea man, just enjoy it!” I was trying, but it was now as thick as a wrist, and my mind was running with scenarios of what it would be like to live with his monster of a penis for the rest of my life.

“It’s… too big AGGGGGGHH.” There was a big snapping noise as I felt the table snap up against the wall. I was still growing. By now, I must have been at least twice the size of Ryan. I tried to move, but all I could feel were my new muscles brushing up against each other, sending waves of pleasure through my ever expanding body.

The only motion I could make was to roll over onto my back, and as I did, I felt the entire apartment rumble. I landed with a THUD and looked up over myself for the first time:

My pecs were the size of two large pumpkins, and they glistened with sweat as they heaved up and down with every breath. My arms and legs, impossibly heavy, were like big, thick tree branches, my biceps so large you could fit a basketball in each one.

I couldn’t see it perfectly, but with my hand, I felt and counted a full eight pack on my chest. And that’s when I felt it: my cock. It must have been over a foot and a half long. It was almost as thick as my forearm, which is saying something, and dangling beneath were my testicals, which had grown to be the size of tennis balls.

I was a total muscle freak. Several hundred pounds of pure sexuality, bigger than any size clothing could ever fit. Ryan had turned me into a monster of sorts, and I tried to scream at him. But I couldn’t talk. Instead, I made a loud grunting noise, one that sounded almost sexual.

I continued to grunt as Ryan walked beside me. He was the size of a kid compared to me now, and she smiled with erotic wonder as he observed his creation. “Holy shit man!” He said running a hand through his thick brown hair, “you’re way bigger than I could have ever imagined!”

All I could make out was a grunt. What had he turned me into? Even as the fear of a life like this filled my mind, there was an immense pleasure that came along with it. Every time Ryan touched me, every time his skin or my skin brushed up against mine, it was like I was in the middle of the best orgasm of my life.

Before I could do anything, Ryan climbed up onto me, and straddled my thick chest with his naked body. Immediately, I felt cum begin to leak from my cock. He rubbed it up against his hairy ass, and I could feel each hair as it scratched my increasingly sensitive skin.

“Yeah,” he said with a sexy grin, “you like that, don’t you buddy?”

I grunted again and nodded. Gone were any apprehensions about my new body: I wanted to be with Ryan. I wanted to hold onto him and never let him go. He placed his hands on my pecs and began to fuck the deeply cut gutters of my newfound abs. With my two large hands, I held him and felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything I ever felt possible rush from my head to the head of my cock, and I let out one giant roar before emptying my load all over the room.

I must have cum for at least a full three minutes, and by the time I was done, the entire half of the room was covered in my white, sicky man juice.

Ryan climbed up over my mountain pecs and leaned down to face me. Just inches away from my face, he whispered to me, “you’re fucking gorgeous man.” And then he kissed me. I wrapped both arms around him and held him tight. I was a freak, but I was his freak, for as long as he wanted me to be (or at least, as long as this potion will last…)

A Birthday Surprise

I have my fair share of celebrity fantasies, but none of them compare to Chris Pratt. He has this sexy, funny, earthy air about him that gets me just instantly hard.

For my birthday this year, I decided to take my fantasy to the next level. I found a spell book online, and if I did the spell properly, the website said whoever’s picture I jacked off to after reciting it would fuck me for a whole day. My mind instantly went to Pratt, his beefy, sweaty body pressed up against mine, feeling the soft stubble of his beard as he kissed me deeply.

Without thinking, I recited the spell and started shuffling through pictures of Chris Pratt, my dick growing harder and harder by the second. I finally landed on one where he was wearing a hot t-shirt, his muscles bulging out. I thought of his rough hands caressing me, his massive chest sliding up against my back as he inserted his huge cock into my virgin ass.

I felt a familiar wave of pleasure hit me as I braced for the orgasm that was about to shake my body. I closed my eyes and heard a whooshing sound, and for a split second, I couldn’t feel anything but wet hot pleasure all around me. This must be it, I thought, and opened my eyes.

I was in an unfamiliar room, much bigger and much nicer than mine, and I was sitting on a big white bed facing the bathroom door. I must be naked, I thought, as I couldn’t feel anything but calm, afternoon air up against me. When I tried to move, however, nothing happened. I tired to call out but my mouth seemed to be frozen in one position. What happened to me? I thought, which is when he walked into the room:

Chris Pratt. Hot as ever, his chiseled, recently showered body practically shimmering as he sauntered towards me with that adorably dorky smile. “What’s this?” he said with a little laugh, scratching his nuts underneath the towel around his waist. I tried to say something, anything, but I was still frozen solid. He picked me up like I weighed little more than a toy truck and fumbled me around in his hands. God, his hands, they felt so warm rubbing against the cold side of… whatever I was.

He pulled a red ribbon off of the top of me, attached to which was a note. “‘Dear Chris’,” he began to read, “‘sorry I couldn’t be there for your birthday, hope this little guy will keep you company ;) love, Anna.’ Awe, you didn’t have to do that sweetheart!” He smiles down at me, that iconic, crooked movie-star smile that I’d beaten off to countless times. “Just give me a second to get ready,” he said to me, tossing me onto the dresser. I rolled over to a small vanity mirror facing the bed and got a full look at what I actually was:

Where my mouth previously sat, there were now two fleshy, round cheeks. At the center: a small opening that looked exactly like an asshole. The rest of me formed a long, clear tube that opened up at the face of the ass.

I was a flashjack. The spell had turned me into Chris Pratt’s flashjack.

A flash of terror swept through me; this isn’t what I asked for! I wanted Chris Pratt to fuck me, I thought, when I realized the word “fuck” can be loosely applied to anything, and I wasn’t very specific when I read the spell. That damn spell, I thought, I swear when I get back home to my normal body, I’ll find the bitch who wrote that spell and…

“Are you ready?” I hear someone say from behind me. And I looked back through the mirror to see Chris Pratt standing behind me with a cocky grin and a bottle of lube in his right hand. With his left, he undid the towel around his waist and dropped it to the floor with a gentle thud.

His cock waved around in the air. He was only half erect yet the damn thing was almost eight inches! I thought for a second, am I going to be able to take that? When a wave of excitement washed over me. I can take anything, I’m a fleshjack. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

He started by picking me back up and turning me to face him. I felt his warm breath against my cool rubber face as he said, “this is for you sweetheart,” and stuck his tongue deep down my hole. It was the greatest thing I’ve ever felt, that hot, vicious tension around my ass-face, his stubble scratching my cheeks as he drove his tongue deeper and deeper inside me.

Once he had me all loosened out, he lowered me down to his groin and poured a little bit of lube into my hole and on his dick. It was fully erect now, just inches away from my hole, and my mind surged with anticipation at the thought of Chris Pratt’s big fact cock filling my entire being.

“Hold on tight,” he said to me with a dopey laugh. And then he pushed the head of his cock in-between my cheeks. I felt myself tense instinctively, then release, letting him slowly shove all nine inches of his erect dick into my eager body.

Chris proceeded to fuck me like that for a long while, his hand moving between different speeds as he pressed me down rhythmically towards the base of his pubes. While I was once cold, I was now simmering with warmth, the rubbery texture of my face now wet with his hot sweat and tasty man juice.

He moaned. “Awe… awe yeah fuck man, that feels awesome!… oh… oh my god…” He took me off, my mouth making a sloppy wet “pop” noise as he began to arrange the pillows on his queen sized bed. He put me down on the sheets, and for a moment or two, I got to watch him work: each muscle stretching and contracting with fierce, wild, Horney determination as he arranged them one on top of each other in the middle.

Then he picked me back up and stuck me in the middle, my ass facing towards him as he prepared to enter me once more. The long shadow of his massive muscular body loomed over me as he lowered that adonis dick back down and into my face.

Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, Chris Pratt fucked me harder than I ever thought possible on that bed. He soaked the sheets with his sweat and though I could only see the base of his abdomen as it violently shoved up against my face, I could feel his whole body tensing, preparing for the final blow…

“Awe fuck yeah!” he moaned loudly, “fuck, fuck, fuck… oh fuck I’m going to cum! Oh fuck I’m gonna… AGGGGH!” I felt searing hot liquid shoot up against my insides as his dick sat there inside me, pulsating and throbbing with each and every squirt. He must have been saving this load for a long time, a special present on his birthday.

He stayed inside me for a bit. Just panting, sweating, letting his cock empty its final drops of cum into my small, plastic body. With my cheeks, I felt the warm radiating from the base of his hairy pubes. With my hole, I felt the thick veiny texture of his dick as he pulled out of me. I could finally see him now, his hands on his hips, his smile bigger than I’ve seen in any movie.

He looked up at the ceiling and let out a deep, satisfied, belly laugh, wiping the sweat from his brow. His entire body was shiny with beads of sweat, his hair tousled with post-sex rage.

“You ready for round two buddy?” he asked me as if I could respond. But I didn’t care. It might not have been the present I’d asked for, but in a way, it was better. I was Chris Pratt’s personal fuck toy, even if just for this one, very special birthday.

He picked me up and took me to the bathroom, both of us bracing for round after round of hot, steamy, fantasy sex.

Becoming Derek

“Are you sure this is going to work?” my boyfriend asked.

For our anniversary, my boyfriend Alex and I decided to try something new. I’d read online about a potion that could transform you into whoever you wanted for 24 hours, and I had the idea of turning him into Derek Theler for the day. We both found him easily the sexiest celebrity around, and were wondering what it would be like to try out his hot physique. “What’s the worst that could happen?” I try to re-assure him.

“I could like… I don’t know, die.”

“Of course you won’t die,” I say, “I read some of the online reviews, they all say it works and that its super hot.”

“And not permanent?”

“Nope,” I said, though I got a little excited at the thought of having Derek Theler for a boyfriend. Alex was cute, lean and nice looking, but a little short. I loved him anyway though, and wanted to give him the very best transformation experience for our special day.

“Alright,” he finally said, “here goes nothing!”

He downed the whole bottle and we stood there in his room, waiting. Nothing. “How do you feel?” I asked.

“I mean, I feel fine, but I don’t feel anything— whoa!” That was NOT his voice that just came out of his mouth. Alex felt his throat with surprise. He had been speaking in Derek’s sexy, laid-back surfer voice. His eyes widened. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah!” I said, “that must mean it’s working!” Alex was at eye-level with me, and it took me a second to realize he was getting even taller. I stepped back to get a better look at him. “Geez, bro, you’re growing.”

Alex looked down at his own body with confusion. And that’s when the real changes stated to occur. First, his frame started to broaden. I heard cracks as his bones re-arranged themselves, and his face grimaced with a mix of pain and pleasure. I could see his features changing, shifting around and becoming more symmetrical… more like Derek’s…

“Ugh… what’s happening to me?” he groaned, as red hair started to blossom on his face. My mouth was agape as I watched his already tight, well fitting clothes stretch and tear over his muscles. Big like balloons, steadily inflating, prompting him to rum his big, meaty hands over them with curiosity. “Wow man, that feels… oh… UUUGGHH.”

He let out a bellowing moan, and I looked down to see his legs, each one rippling with new growing muscle, snaking their way up to his crotch. I could then see the outline of Derek’s monster dick fill Alex’s pants. I mean, this thing must be massive. His zipper even started to go down as it continued to pump outwards, Alex growing sweatier and sweatier with every pulse.

“Oh… oh fuck man…” he panted, and I finally processed the fact that it was no longer my boyfriend Alex who was standing before me, but Derek fucking Theler, that cute look of bewilderment on his face as he looked down at himself and continued to feel his new muscles.

“Um, Alex? Alex are you okay?”

He looked up and rushed to the mirror, literally ripping off his shirt as he did. When he finally got a look at his reflection, he laughed, that dopey sexy Derek laugh, and turned to me in astonishment. “Holy shit dude, it actually worked! I’m actually Derek!”

He must have spent a good ten minute just checking himself out in the mirror there. Hey, I’m not complaining. I got to have my own personal celebrity muscle show. I laid back on his bed and started to jerk myself off. Finally, he turned away from the adonis reflection in the mirror to me on the bed, my hard dick in my hands.

“You enjoying yourself there?” He said, swaggering towards me with that cocky grin. I felt a bit of pre-cum drip from my penis as I nodded.

“So, you gonna help me out with this?… Derek?”

He got up onto the bed and started to crawl towards me. He brushed his face up against my thigh, and I shivered violently, suddenly overcome with the sheer pleasure of feeling Derek Theler’s hot scruff against my exposed skin. He placed a hand on my leg to calm me, gently taking my dick in his other hand and slowly lowering his mouth onto it, never breaking eye contact.

God, his eyes. I’d dreamed so long of those deep, green gems staring lustfully at me. And now that they were, I almost didn’t even notice his big gaping mouth moving up and down over my cock.

He proceeded to suck me off, slowly getting faster and faster until I was practically face fucking him. “WAIT,” I yelled, and he slurped off of my dick and looked at me with a wide, puppy-dog gaze, a bit of my cum dripping from his mouth.

“What’s wrong babe?” he asked.

“I think I’m close.”

His confusion turned to excitement, and he got up off the bed and ripped off his pants and underwear. Holy shit, I thought to myself as I saw that monster piece of meat free itself from his briefs and wag around in the air like the tail of a dog. It must have been nine inches at least.

He reached for the lube in his drawer and squirted some onto his fingers. As he rubbed them together, his sweaty upper body muscles shaking and shimmering as he worked, a wave of delight and pleasure hit me. Wow, I thought, this is actually happening.

“I won’t be able to go very long,” I said as he got back onto of me, straddling me and rubbing the lube onto his ass and my dick respectively.

He shrugged and gave another cocky grin. “It’s alright, we’ve got all day, remember?” And with that, he guided my cock into his lubed up asshole.

My head shot back as I was overcome with sheer euphoria. “GOD,” I practically yelled as Derek Theler rode my dick, stroking his with one hand and pressing my chest with his other. I was inside Derek Theler. I was balls deep in Derek Theler.

At that very thought, my balls tensed up. “I’m cumming!” I warned him, but he only continued to ride. As I shot my load into Derek’s ass, I watched as his face grew tense and he gritted his teeth. “GRRAAAAGGGH.” He let out a big, manly moan as I felt my stomach suddenly grow hot and wet with cum.

Even after I’d emptied my last little bit of seamen into Derek’s butt, he was still cumming, moaning longingly as his beat of a dick showered my chest with his hot juice. When he was finally done, we both sat there laughing, me still inside him.

I looked him in the eyes, and he leaned down to kiss me. I’d kissed my boyfriend many times, and many men before him. But none of it compared to kissing Derek in that moment right there. His stubble scratching against my bare face, the hot musk of his breath filling my lungs, his rough callused hand stroking the back of my head.

Eventually, it was time for us to both get cleaned up. He got up and went to the bathroom to get me a towel, and I watched as his ass giggled back and forth with every step. He disappeared for a few moments, then came back with a white cloth and a beaming grin on his face.

“That was awesome,” he said as I mopped up his cum.

“Hey,” I said, “we’ve still got 23 hours left. What else do you want to do?”

Derek thought for a moment, before looking down at me and rubbing his hand over my body. He smiled. “I’m sure I could think of a few things…”

Joe's Shorts

I thought it was a dream come true when I got a job as an assistant to Joe Manganiello on his new movie. I’ve had a crush on the guy for the longest time, and even though he’s straight, I knew even being in close proximity to him was enough to satisfy my fantasy needs.

The first day on the job went pretty well. He was very nice and understanding, being that this was my first time as an assistant, and I didn’t do too much besides stand around and get his coffee, clothes, etc. The best part is the entire movie is set on the beach, meaning he’s essentially walking around half naked the entire time. And god, he’s even hotter in person: those perfectly tanned, perfectly sculpted muscles. His warm smile outlined by rough, manly stubble. I’m pretty sure I was blushing the whole time. Thank god we were outside under the sun, I might as well have had a sunburn!

At the end of the day, he called me back into his trailer to talk. At first, I thought it was more assistant duties, but I could tell from the second I walked in that this was more personal. We were the only ones around, everyone else had left, and he reached into the fridge to grab a couple of beers.

“Want one?” Joe asked.

I nodded, trying to contain my excitement. He pulled out a beer from the fridge and handed it to me. “Here,” he said in that raw, masculine voice, “take a seat.”

I obliged, and we sat, drinking there and talking about the day. The beer tasted really, really good, and I don’t usually like beer. He seemed in great spirits, and talked with me as if I was more of a friend than an assistant. But after a while, his face dropped, and he grew quiet, as if there were something he was hesitant to say.

“Jackson,” he finally said, “You’ve been an awesome support today, it’s really great spending time with you. As a matter of fact, there’s something I really need your help with. An… extra job, if you say. Would you be willing to help me out?”

I think I knew where this was going. “Of course,” I said, “I’m here to help you in whatever way you need.”

“Good,” he said with a sympathetic smile, “just promise you won’t freak out okay?” Sure enough, he got up and started walking towards me on the couch. I felt my heartbeat rise, the beer pumping violently through my veins as I watched him move slowly forward and stop just in front of me.

Then he took off his shirt, long shadows falling across the deep peaks and valleys of his muscles. He looked down on me sitting there, and started to unbutton his jeans. “You sure you’re ready for this?” He asked.

I nodded eagerly, “yes Mr. Manganiello,” and with that, he dropped his pants and his dick flopped out just inches away from my face. It was massive, bigger than even I could have imagined. I smelled the musk coming off of his crotch, the hot sweat from a long day’s work. I knew exactly what to do.

I opened my mouth and took Joe’s dick deep down my throat. He let out a deep moan, holding the back of my head and gently pulling me closer towards his chest. He continued to face-fuck me, moaning and sweating and thrusting until my face was touching the base of his pubes.

“Oh… oh… oh god… oh I’m going to cum!” A moment later, I felt his hot sperm shoot down my throat, filling me up as he continued to fuck me. He gave one final thrust, and I felt a wave of sheer pleasure shoot throughout me, unlike anything I had experienced before.

And thats when things began to change. I tried casually to remove Joe’s dick from my mouth, but it wouldn’t budge. I grunted, and grabbed his ass cheeks to help pull my mouth away, but instead my hands met with each other at the back and morphed together. When I tried pulling them apart, they stretched… like elastic.

What is going on? I tried to pull away from him, but it was as if my body was only growing closer to him, shrinking and molding around his legs like clay. A wave of terror shot through me, but it was soon replaced with pleasure. It was like my entire body was in the midsts of one long, continuous orgasm, and I could barely pay attention to what was happening to me:

My legs shot up into my chest, which stretched itself out and folded under his crotch. My dick met up with Joe’s big round ass, and molded together with my elastic band arms. My face flattened out against his dick, and I felt the shape of his penis fill out the shape of my head.

I tried to scream, but my mouth was gone. Everything was gone and yet I could still see, hear and feel everything around me. I was pressed up around Joe’s waist, legs, and ass, and I felt as his erect dick pressed up against where my face once was. He radiated heat, and even as I stretched around him, I felt warmth and satisfaction, even as the nagging terror still burned in the back of my mind.

“I hope you don’t mind,” said Joe, “but I really needed my own shorts for this movie. The ones the costume designer made me felt itchy and too big, but the second I met you, I knew you’d fit me just fine. Don’t worry, I’ll change you back once we wrap. But for now, just relax and enjoy. You’re doing me a HUGE favor man, if you know what I mean.”

Part of me wanted to cry for help. Part of me wished I was back home looking at pictures of Joe Manganiello on the internet instead of resting here, wrapped around his tight ass. But mostly, part of me was more excited than I’ve ever been. How cool is it to spend two months holding up the biggest celebrity dick on the plant?

The excitement made me contract around his dick, which I felt get warm with blood. “Oh man…” he moaned in that hot, deeb voice I’d jacked off to many a time. “Oh yeah… just like that man… oh fuck!”

I writhed around him, feeling his every muscle, his legs, his ass, his dick, which gently pulsated against my fabric. “Oh.. oh I’m cumming again man! I’m cumming again!”

The pulses became faster. I continued to rub him as he let out a manly growl. “AGGGHH,” Joe grunted as cum spurted out of his dick and soaked my face with his steaming hot juice. He panted restlessly and let out a laugh. “This is going to be one hell of a movie man.”

As he chucked, I sat there and basked in the warmth of his body pressed up against mine, thinking quietly to myself: Best. Job. Ever.