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Today would be busy as the team were placed outside to test the new recruits. Among one of them, Would be Marson, a slightly lean figure that was new to the scene. He always dreamed of participating in the big leagues of one of the teams on campus. Daydreaming every week to see him play with the higher ups, but it always seemed like a dream. That is, until today.

"Alright new recruits, front and center!" The main coach hollard in the field. The player's gathering around into a huddle. "You are a one of the lucky few who were chosen to inact in joining our ranks. You will partake in drills, tactics. You will be judged on your decision making skills and strategy. If you Impress us, you'll get a shot at joining. But be warned, it will not be easy."

The coach walked around a bit more before pointing towards the fields. The grass already marked with lines as a football rested in the center. And the baseball field just next to it, as dummies were placed in front of the balls. You will be placed on where you wanted to be positioned. Those who picked football will go to the football field. And those who came for baseball will go to baseball. Now, enough lolly Gagging, get your sorry rears in gear and head out!"

"Yes sir!" they roared. Groups of them splitting up as they made their way to the parts of the filed. Marson Joining the others for the football team as they all cluttered against him.

As they all made it to the field, most of the players placed along the line, while others were placed further back. But for Marson, He had a different role. As the quarterback for his team. "This'll test your wits better than practicing drills. Its simple as this, touch the ball into the goal, and you'll be considered to joining the rest. And for those that don't, will be sent on the first bus back to campus. You've already been assigned your roles. So let's begin.." The coach announced. Returning to the side lines.

Meanwhile amongst the bleachers, the captians would be mingling amongst each other. An additional player along with them as they had a chat.

"Is this really necessary?.." The player croaked. On all fours as Cal rested on top of them of them. "I'm not cut out to being in this position.

"I don't know why coach is is looking for new recruits. We've already got enough as it is."

"What's wrong Cal? Thinking one of them might get the chance to replace you?" Peyton teeased.

"Replace? Me? Hell no! Like any would have the balls to."

"Grg..grh!" The player underneath him grunted. His arms beginning to quiver as he bent his back to support.

"Hey!" Cal yelled down to them, roughly tapping at their helmet. "you fall down, you stay down you got that!"

"Now boys, enough of your bickering. Looks like the scrimmage is about to start. And I wanna see the saps that fail."

As the field got set for the match, the three of them sat near side lines just behind the players. Each of them getting inti their positions as the balls was set. They would begin to squat down, the linemen aligning themselves along the line. As the other shift from one side of the field to the other.

"Here we go.." Marson thought to himself. Readying his tstsnce as the field got quiet.

"Down..set..Hike!" One of the players yelled. The sound of gear clashing as the linemen pushed against one another. The ball underneath them tossed to Marson as he began to race down to the side. One of the opposing players rushing in towards him as they charged in for the torso, but was blocked by a defender as the two of them dashed to the side. Marson running past them as he made his way to the middle field.

"Well well.."

"Looks like someone's got some running speed. Dare Say may even match yours Cal."

"Yeah well let's see how he handles this stretch" he scorned at the others. Pointing to the other side of the field as two pairs of players rushed towards him.

"This'll be close!" Marson gritted, kicking his legs faster to gain speed. A player jumped towards him as their arms extended out to them. Ducking underneath it to dodge, but lost his momentum in the process. The second soon closing in as they went for his legs, managing to jump over him as he continued to run. His stamina partially out as his speed became more slower.

"almost got it!"

"Grab them already!" A player said.

"I got it, I got it!" Another one said, sprinting towards them as they close lined into the front of Marson's gear. Another crashing into his back, nealry forcing him off his feet before his cleats registered back onto the ground. "Gotcha ya slippery bastard!"

"Hah! I knew it! He may have that speed, but even that won't get him far." Cal said

"I don't know about that.." He seconded, pointing back to the field. The two players sandwiching Marson between them, but still they continued to move. Fumbling at their footing as they edged closer to the goal.

"Grg..grg!" Marson gritted in between. Using the rest of his strength to push to the line. Dragging them along with him, he was a foot away from the line. Just within its reach as the two pushed at his shoulder. The other pulling behind to make him tip, but it wasn't enough. "Naah!" He roared in a finally effort. Plowing himself into the other player as the three of them tilted forward. Landing on the line as Marson reached the ball over it.

"Touchdown!" The ref announced. His coming in to congratulate him.

"Bullshit!" Cal yelled.

"Hah! Looks like scrawny there gots some competition for ya." Peyton remarked

"Not just for him but for us too. Look." Daniel pointed towards the field. The coach walking over to Marson as he patted his shoulder.

"Excellent work out there Marson. You really did great out there. Keep it up and you just might have a spot for yourself." He said to him.

"Thank you sir!" Marson replied happily.

"He better not be talking about my position. Like hell I would give up." Cal scorned. Rocking his helmet furiously as it rattled against the bench.

"Careful Cal, that head of yours wouldn't take another hotheaded tantrum." Peyton chuckled, but wheezed as Cal charged into him. Knocking him off the edge of the bench to the ground as he landed on his rear.

"The same could be said for that mouth of yours." Cal snarked. Standing proudly ontop of the bleachers before he looked towards Marson and the coach. "That squirt's not gonna know what's coming to him!" Getting off the belachers, he let the three collect themselves before they went to the lockers to get changed. the rest of the players trailing behind them as Cal scorned at Marson from between their helmets.

A couple of minutes past by as the players from the football and baseball field mingled amongst each other as they grabbed their gear for the night. Heading out to their cars as most split into their seperate ways. "Alright, got my gear, my water, my clothes, I think I'm pretty set on heading home." Marson confirmed, zipping up hus bag before heading further down the hall. Making his way to the front as the exit. Showed itself up ahead.

"Hey slick." A voice came from the shadows, stopping Marson in his tracks as he peered forward to see who it was. Slowly moving closer, more of the figure started to show as the light from hall illuminated their feet. Climbing to the rest of them as their head peeked out. It was Cal.

"Oh, hey! You're..Cal right? Our team captain."

"That's right. Glad to see the pups know their captiain."

"Of course! Coach talks about you a lot. After practice today, he said I just might have a shot at a position!"

"Yeah..I heard." Cal groaned through his voice, but kept it gentle as he moved closer. "Coach has been saying alot about you. You're talented, good spirited. I can definitely see why he's fond of you. And you know, I think I want to get know more. As a matter of fact, we all do." He looked to the end of the hall. Daniel and Peyton standing in the center, slowly making their way towards the two.

"Marson was it? funny name." Peyton said as he approached.

"If one even heard it they'd think your a teacher." Daniel chimed in.

"Er-right..say it's getting a little bit late. The lockers close in a bit. We'd better go before we-" as he walked forward, Cal's hand laid across his chest. Its weight pushing against him as it held the two in place.

"What's the rush, we're just getting started." Cal responded. Thrusting his arm forward, he pushed Marson backwards as he fumbled over to Daniel. Catching him in his dazed state as him and peyton held his arms back.

"Hey! Let go!" Marson yelled. Struggling against the two behind him. Jerking his arms into them. But barely budged them off.

"Quite the spirit, no wonder coach likes ya." Daniel snarked.

"Heh, I'll say" Peyton added. Adding a little more pressure onto Marson as they forced him forward.

"Now now boys, we wouldn't want him to burn out just.." Cal approached. Ushering Peyton and Daniel to hold him as they shimmied themselves towards a door. "He's gonna need it for his generous worship."

"Worship? Gah!" As Marson pondered at what Cal meant, a kick would meet his torso as he fumbled into the door behind. Falling over onto something roughly soft. As the light slowly started to flicker he was able to catch a glimpse of his surroundings. Mats would be around every corner of the room, a couple resting ontop of the walls while the rest piled in the center. Still adjusting to the slight pain in his chest, Marson slowly started to get up from the mat. But Daniel and Peyton intervened. Holding him down by the arms as the light flickered above.

"When the coach hears about this you three are done!" Marson yelled, continuing his efforts to get up.

"Ooo you here that boys? Marsy here's gonna tell the coach. How scary." Cal taunted. Closing the door behind him with his heel before he slowly Approached. Straddling atop of Marson's chest, he scooted himself on top of his chin. The elastic fabric of his football gear bending along the top, before he leaned forward to his nose. The bulky bulge compressing into his face while his thighs presses at his head.

"Why you-mph!"

"That's right, shut up" Daniel soothed through his teeth. Untying the string from his pants. "You know Marsy, not many players get the luxury of spending time with their captians. Most have to spend their time with others just like them. But you.." he paused. Digging his hand past the waistband. Drawing out his flaccid cock from his pants. Pulling it out fully as his balls slouched over the elastic pocket. "We're happy to make an acception." cock in hand, he pulled it upwards as his orbs swayed over Marson. Dropping down quickly as they drooped over his nose. The pungent smell of sweat secreted along the skin as they attacked his senses.

"Mph! Mph!" Marson muffled underneath. The salty smell filling his nostrils. He tried turning his face away to breath fresh air, but Daniel waist crashed down over head. Locking his face between his thighs.

"Like the smell? Built up quite the sweat out there in field. Relishing isn't it?" Cal snarked, holding up one of his testicles as he rubbed them deeply into Marson's nostrils. Rocking them around the opposite nostril each time Marson moved away. "Quite the resilient one I'll give you that. Makes me wonder how good that mouth of yours does." Daniel said with anticipation. Eagerly gripping at his cock as he slowly lowered it down to Marson. Plugging his nose as he glided to himself, Marson letting out a slight gasp as the pudgy cock loomed closer. But halt when a hand touched his chest.

"Don't think you're getting him to yourself. I want a go." Peyton announced.

"Get in line, Im almost finished." Cal scorned.

"Like hell I will. You had your way with the nerd, now it's my turn!"

"Hmph!" Cal scorned more. Easing up his weight from Marson as he let go of his nose. "Fine, wouldn't be satisfying any way." Holding onto Marson's arm, he switched places with Peyton. The athlete standing over him proudly as he quickly undid his pants.

Adjusting to the light coming back to his eyes, Marson looked up in shock as Peyton stared back at him. Turning around before lowering the padded pants to reveal the bubbled ass flesh underneath. His hands slinking their way into the crack, pulling them each apart as the puckered star revealed itself.

"Heh! Cal already soaked up most of the wet spot on that face of yours. Daniel, mind making that nose of his more slicker?"

"Oh ho, you got it." He stoked. Pinning Marson's arm doing with his knee as he brought his free hand upwards. Licking the front of his palm as he coiled his tongue along his fingers. "Let's give that face a wash!" He announced, facepalming Marson as he latched his fingers along his forehead. Rubbing into it deeply as the slick sufrace underneath began to make Marson's face glisten.

"Grgh!" Marson struggled underneath. Daniel chuckling from his attempt knock off before finally removing it.

"Nice and wet for ya" Daniel said. Peyton soon hovering his backsideover Marson.

"Perfect.." He soothed through his teeth. He dropped onto Marson with quickening speed. Feeling the intrusion of his face fill his crack as he could almost detected his nose underneath. Corkscrewing it into the tips, it slowly slipped between musky orifice.

Marson's nose would be constantly attacked by the smell of Peyton's bowels. Each clench making the hole suckle at his nose as an earthy smell sinked into his legs. Urging him to cough it up, but unable to as the weight of the player kept him still. The sticky surfaces of the asscheeks filled with squelches as they jiggled over his ears. "Get..off of me!" He finally managed to muffled. Thrusting his face from side to side to knock him off, but did nothing to help his as the tender flesh continued to hug at his face. A simple sway of Peyton's hips keeping his nose in the center.

"Mmm, feels good under there squirt. Getting a hard on just from your struggles alone." Peyton taunted, looking further below as Marson's bulge poked out from his legs. "And would you look at that, looks like you're enjoying this little session too. Man you really are something huh?" He grabbed at the bulge. Smothering into it as Marson shifted furiously underneath. "Hehe.." He chuckled in response. Sinking his weight fully into his face. Silencing his muffles for a brief second, before getting back up to his feet. Marson's face carrying up with him, but eventually peeled off his ass as the cheeks rested back in place. "Im done here.."

"Hey! You took too long toying with him. Look!" Daniel yelled at Peyton, Marson slumped over on the mat as he went unconscious. "I needed to get my turn!"

"Snooze ya lose Daniel." Peyton retorted.

"Why you-!"

"Alright chickenheads enough bickering" Cal added. Pointing to the hall as shadows traveled through the window. "We've gotta get out before they close the lockers."

"What about him? We can't be seen dragging him around." Daniel said

"Coach would kill us if he saw us!" Petyon added.

"I've got something in mind.." Daniel smiled. "Help me get him up.." He said to the two. Peyton and Daniel complying as they went to pick Marson up. The three of them heading into the hallway as they made their way to the laundry. Marson still slightly dazed, he fumbled to look at his surroundings. Swaying lights filling parts of it as shadow covered the rest. Suddenly, he felt himself being tossed forward, the light above zooming past him. Landing on something soft, but somewhat musty.

"Wha..what the-" Marson mumbled to himself. Checking to see what he landed on as he hoisted up a piece of fabric. Its texture rough as its color was mostly white. Streak marks covered over the inside as blotches of stains covered the front. Squinting at it, he waited until his eyes adjusted to the dimmed surrounding Now getting a clear view of what it was, he flicked away quickly. "Ugh it's a jockstrap!" He yelled out. Touching the ground underneath him, but still met the same texture as more of the undergarments appeared. Collecting into a large pile underneath as he rested upon it. "Ugh so gross!"

"Hahaha!" Laughter came from the front. The three captains standing at the door.

"You were right Cal, a little bit of salt would wake him up for sure." Daniel said

"And what better way to get salt than through the entire laundry of the team." Peyton chimed in

"Why you no good bastards!" Marson yelled.

"Hey now, language. What would the coach think of having a sailor like you on our team? Tsk tsk!" Cal taunted.

"Grrghh!" Marson charged at the door. But was kicked back by Daniel and Peyton. Cal closing the door in process as they all stared into the see-through window. Jolting back as Marson proceded to bang at the door.

"Such fiesty efforts, how adorable." Cal chuckled. "Best save that burst of energy for the janitors. Otherwise they won't hear you."

"What do you mean by that?" Marson scorned through the glass, realization soon hitting him before he returned to pounding at the glass. "No! You can't!"

"Looks like he's figure it out"

"Took him long enough"

"Now the real fun can begin, enjoy your stay Marsy!" Cal announced. A sense of malice in his voice as the three disappeared into the hallway. Turning off the light as the window from the outside became its only source.

"No!..No! Let me out of here!" Marson yelled out to them. Banging to get there attention, but it was no use. They were gone. In defeat, he leaned against the wall as he slid down its length to the floor. Undergarments from the pile touching his shoes as he kicked them away in disgust. "I swear I'll get them back for this!" He vowed to himself, slamming into the wall next to the door. But quivered back as the strain from the impact tingled through his hand.

"Hm hm hm!" A laugh echoed in the dark. "Poor little mortal trapped inside a room. Oh how one weaps from pain."

"Huh? Who said that?"

"Why it is me. He that controls the sky." The voice claimed, shadows dancing around the light. flickering as it slowly buzzed. "The one who rules the universe, vary reality itself."

"Im..I'm not following."

"Then let me elaborate!" The voice said, the light above beginning to dim before fully blowing out. Leaving Marson in darkness as shadows formed near the far end of the room. A redish aura proceeding to light up the area as a shadowy figure manifested.

"I am, the Scarlet Warlock" the shadow announced, their body almost an apparition as a shadowy figure trailed out from the darkness. "And I have come, to see you!" It approached, hovering from the ground towards Marson.

"Me?"

"Yes. your anger, your rage, every ounce of you is crawling with such delicious energy. And with a simple goal in mind, to get back at those who did you wrong. With this, I've come to greet you personally. To take you on as a disciple."

"A desciple? But I Don't have any talents that would qualify me like that. Less you need someone for sports."

"Your thinking too small, you've got many talents than you think. I can see it." The apparition circled above. "It aches for it to be let out. To be free. I can show you what it is."

"You can?"

"Of course, all talents will shine to their fullest potential under the power of the scarlet witch. The only thing that I need in return, is your body."

"My body!"

"Yes. The Scarlet Warlock is a being made of energy I cannot hold a physical form of my own, so I need a vessel to project my will. I need, you." The apparition said, reaching a hand out to Marson

Marson reached to touch the apparition, but was hesitant as he pulled back. "I..I Don't know."

"What's there not know?" The apparition question "You've already been through the ringer". Charging their hand, the apparition casted a fog around Marson. Images filling the void as they replayed moments in time. Pushing through, an image of ealrier's situation as it played in snapshots. "Exactly how long did it take before those three had their fun. A minute? 10 minutes?.." The apparition spoke, playing the images around as they slowly began to move. "First you were you were used as a sack rag, then a seat for another. And all at the expense of your own despair." The apparition spoke, hovering around Marson as he winced at the images. His fist clenching in anger as his breath started to get heavy. "Yes, I can feel that hesitation of getting even. Afraid to know what happens others see you that way."

"But it doesn't have to be.." It spoke, comforting Marson with a hand. Wiping away the images as the room lit back up. "You can make them pay with a simple wish. Free from judgment, free from hesitation. And all you got to do.." The apparition circles back to the front of Mason "is take my hand."

"Mm.." Marson thought intensely, thinking about the apparitions offer. It was crazy, he wouldn't want to do that..would he? Staring up at the images above. They lingered in his mind. Playing a constant loop as it played the moment he was endured. The laughter of the three captians echoing behind it as his fist clenched more. Looking at his palm, he looked up at the apparition. "I will except your offer of becoming your vessel. On one conditions..."

(Evening time the next day)

The next Day, Cal, Daniel and Peyton would be finishing off the early sessions of practice. Telling the coach that they had homework to do after school. A flimsy excuse, but one that the coach abided to. Making their way to the back, they cut through the halls before chilling out in the locker room. Far away from the doors as the three of them sat at the back lockers. Mingling amonst themselves as they talked about the day.

"Oh what a day, what a day" Cal preached. Stretching his limbs before relaxing in the back.

"You said it, there's no way coach is making me do that type of practice. My back would be aching for days." Daniel chimed in.

"You said it, my arms cramping from throwing baseballs all day." Peyton

"Pfft! You guys got it easy." Cal responded.

"Says the ones that just gotta hold the ball." Peyton

"Potato, potato." Cal retorted, swatting away the debate before he relaxed in the locker. "Man I could go for a good massage. " he mumbled "grf!" An ass landed on his chest as it pinned him against the locker behind him.

"Here's your massage" Peyton taunted. Bouncing backside as the sound of shoulder pads knocked against the metal doors.

"Why you cocky little-!"

"Bup-bup! That's not how you say thank you" Peyton taunted.

"Get off you ass!" Daniel finally barked, placing his hands against Peyton's back as he pushed him forward. But not far as Peyton move away slightly.

"Heh! Ah cheer up sour puss, it was only a little fun." Peyton joked. "You remind me of a that Marson guy yesterday."

"Don't compare me to a rookie!" Cal barked.

"Speaking of which.." Daniel added in "we haven't seen that guy all practice. News got around about him being in the laundry room. But since then, nothing."

"Ah who cares, squirt probably got kicked off by the coach or something" Cal said, wiping off the bits of sweat on him left with a cloth before he tossed it onto Peyton.

"I don't know, he seemed have vanished. Not even the janitors saw him."

"Oh quit your speculations. He's gone, end of story. Besides, there's of other rookies that can easily take his place in a snap" Daniel clicked his fingers. The lights suddenly turning off as the lockers when dark. "The hell!"

"Who turned out the lights?!" Cal yelled.

"I don't know, but who ever did needs to turn them back on!" Peyton added.

As the three fumbled in the darkness, the lights started to flick again as the surrounding lockers swayed. A sudden breeze managing to get into the lockers as their bolts creaked sluggishly to a close. Paper beginning to get kicked up as they swatted at the three captains. Eventually, lights stopped flickering. Illuminating the lockers once more and the lockers finally settled. It was like a tornado ran through the place as papers scattered everywhere.

"The heck was that all about?" Daniel finally spoke from the three. Slapping off papers from his shoulder as he readjusted his jacket.

"Guys?..Who is that?" Peyton asked, pointing to wards the pathway in front of them. There, a silhouette would be standing in the middle. Shadowed by the absence of the light above as the rest of the lockers lights shined.

"You three have something to pay" the voice finally announced. The tone slightly plain as the walked closer. The darkeness continuing to shroud around him.

"A debt?" Peyton broke the silence of the three of them. "for what?"

The silhouette moved closer to them as the shadow began to fade with light ahead. Their features starting to appear as the clothes were dressed in red. A crown on his head as his redish hair swished behind. "For humiliating me." He finished.

The three captains looked at each other as they all looked confused. But soon turned to laughter as they gazed up at him.

"Haha! What are you supposed to be?!" Daniel laughed

"A debt, what did we buy that thing for you." Cal added.

"For humiliation you said? hate to break it to ya but it looks like you're doing it yourself."

"Laugh while you can, for you will not for long once I've shown you my power." The man said.

"Your power?" Peyton chimed in. "You mean like that light show a second ago? Ooo im so scared. Why don't try another trick."

The man only smiled as wave his hand forward. Pointing towards the three of them, his hand began glow red. "I'd be glad to.." He said. Flicking his hands around, the room morphed a bit as the locker room began to fog up. His clothes vanishing one by one until a slither of cloth rested on his waist, and his cape at his back.

(KJ APA as THE SCARLET WARLOCK by Carlos GZZ)

"Let the fun begin!" He finally announced, opening his mouth the three of then. A red glow beginning to illuminate from it.

"Hey check it out" Daniel blurted "he's like a walking glowstick aha-"

*Nomf!** the man chomped forward. A red aura beginning to wrap around him, as he suddenly vanished.

"What the?!"

"What happened to him?!"

Peyton and Cal panicked, gazing at the red particles where their friend once stood. Their attention soon drawn towards the man ahead of them as he covered over his mouth. Almost as if he was a muffle as his palm twist and turned around his lips. Closing them as the red aura still remained inside. They didn't know what to think at that moment, what did he just do? Where did Daniel go? All these thoughts rushed to th.at once as tried figure it out. But soon went out the window as a muffled voice came from man ahead.

"Mmm, not bad a taste" he said as his hand brushed against his face. His jaw moving around as the muffles became more audible. Removing his hand, his cheek would still be glowing red as he knudged the object inside against the inner flesh. Dark spots forming in the center as it juggled in place, but morphed quickly as they formed into tiny dots. Morphing into the shape of handprints as they pushed out from the cheek.

"Hey! Where am I?! What am I doing in here!" The muffled said. Peyton and Cal's heart sinking as the pitch of their voice sounded familiar. It was Daniel's. Barely audible from the cheeks as he continued to push out, but quickly disappeared as a bigger object glossed over the cheek. The man tilting his head back as the red light moved to the top of his adams apple.

**Gulp!** his throat sounded sluggishly, the red light traveling hastenly down the length of his throat as it moved towards its destination. Stopping in the middle of his chest and abdomen as the light dimmed through the skin. "Ugh, but not very filling." The man added.

"You ate Daniel!" Cal shouted

"Yes, I did" The man patted at his stomach, feeling the little kneads inside him as Daniel struggled against the stomach's wall. "And you two are next!" He readied his hand as he pointed it toward Peyton and Cal. The red glow forming as his fingers prepared to flick.

"Like hell I will!" Cal roared! Kicking a bag of equipment towards the man. They would catch it with their power as the red aura shaped around it, turning it into dust as it covered the pathway. "Run for it!" He announced. Bolting down the hallway.

"Wait for me!" Peyton yelled. Following behind as the smoke began to clear. A silhouette with glowing red eyes appearing from it as it slowly chased after them. The two raced down the hallway as theymade their way to the the exit. But came to an abrupt stop as they collided against the doors. "They're locked!"

"There's gotta be a way through it!" Cal shouted, noticing people in the far field. Banging on the door, he called out to them for assistance. Rattling it for effect as he shook the bars with his whole strength. But nothing would draw their attention to him "Nothing's working!"

"Try again!" Peyton shouted.

"There you are.." They heard from behind them, the man standing at the entrance manacingly.

"Run!" Cal yelled, bolting down a pathway.

"Hey wait!" Peyton tried to follow, but was tripped as a ball covered by red aura knocked into his legs. Sending him to the ground as it rolled to the man. Flicking it to the side as they approached. Peyton fumbling to get his feet as he backpedaled to wall

"Peyton.." The man said "since you like dominating with your ass so much, perhaps it's time you get the receiving end." They announced. Turning their backside towards him, they brushed their cape to the side. Revealing the tone cheeks underneath as they curled their finger into the crack. Spreading them apart before the man swished his pinky towards Peyton. His form vanishing as well before reappearing closer to their ass. Now miniaturized as it towered over him like a building. The crack spreading out more as the hole began to glow as well.

"No wait please! Don't thi-Aaah!" Without a word, Peyton was hoisted up by the red aura around him. Hurtled towards the pouting pucker as it welcomed him into its warm crater. Sinking in the center, the cheeks closed tight as it encased Peyton in ass flesh. The mounds proceeding to flex as they chewed at their snack. His muffled voice managing pierce through the muscle, enough for Cal to hear as he hid around the corner. His mind racing on what to do. But could think straight as he watched as the beis all captain was being tenderized by the fiend.

"I can see why you like it so much" the man commented, rubbing his cheeks together before opening his crack back up, letting the air blow through the crack as the hole winked eargerly in the center. A pair of hands fanning as the meaty folds as Peyton muffled voice was hushed more between the orifice. Pulled down even deeper each time it winked.

"who does he think he-"

"Are you watching Cal?" The man said, given a side eye towards the corner locker. "Good, then you can watch Peyton succumb my being" he heaved his cheeks apart more to present the hole fully. The ring winked more Intensely before it sunk in on itself. The puckered star caving in as it sunk deeper into the crater. Dragging Peyton's fingers along with it as they became lost underneath the flesh. Softening the muffles as they disappeared from sight. "Mmm, that felt good" He said as he let his cheeks close together. Turning around as he locked eyes with Cal. "Now then.."

"Crap crap!" Cal cursed as he turned the other way, but halted as the red aura wrapped around him.

"You're not going anywhere!" The man said, coming around the corner as his hands swished i place."

"What the hell do you want?! We didn't anything to you." Cal shouted, struggling to get free of the aura. But his arms barely budged, tied to his sides as his legs fumbled through the air.

"Oh yes you did.." He replied, rotating his fingers as he Turned Cal towards him. "Afterall, I was apart of your fun."

"Part of our fun? Wait..Marson?!"

"Oh, it seems we're starting to remember now. Which means we can skip the guessing games." Marson said. His eyes glowing red as he hovered Cal higher, miniaturizing him as he shrunk to the size of a pebble.

"Aaah!" Cal screamed out, the sudden change hitting him hard as the world around him grew big. Marson in front especially as his face now hanged up at the top.

"Time to pay." Marson announced, the piece of cloth along his waist unraveling itself to reveal the crotch underneath. Moving his free hand down, Marson cupped it underneath his shaft. Hoisting it up as he as he pointed it towards Cal. "Keep still" he commanded, snapping his fingers as the aura around the miniature captain wrapped around his body more. Forcing his legs to stick together as they straightened out into a pencil like posture. Adjusting himself, Marson pinched at the cockhead as the slit squelched open. A red glow coming from the hole as Cal was descended down towards it. "As the others had their punishments from their actions, so will you Cal." The aura sunk further towards the slit as Cal finally made contact. His feet sluggishly entering into the lips as the muscle of the urethra coiled around it.

"Ugh its so squishy!" Cal winced at the sensation. Feeling the muscles gum around his ankles before they made their way up his body. Each flex seemimg to bring him ever so closer as the head slithered up his body. Taking in his waist as the lips gripped at tight. "L-look man, let's talk about this. We can figure something out can't we?!"

"No, we can't" Marson replied coldly, heaving his body, a suction from his shaft pulled Cal further in. Catching the captain off guard as he held against the slit's lips, but slipped as his fingers caught between the folds. Applying more pressure, Marson pressed his fingers onto Cal's shoulders. Quickening them as the slit climbed higher. Nuzzling just along the balls of his elbow, as the slit inserted them in.

"Grgh!" Cal gritted from the squeeze. Flailing around the sides of the slit's wall, but went nowhere. "Okay okay! You want an apology right?! Well I'm sorry, I truly am!"

"Don't worry, I accept your apology." Marson responded, pushing his shoulders into the slit. "But Im not looking for that." Shimmying them around, he let the lips close as they coiled around Cal's neck. The pulse within mushing the walls against, slowly beginning to suckle as his neck began to sink. A finger soon pressing on top of his head, pushing his chin against the edge.

With the last bit of room left, Cal breath began to quicken the drizzle of cum seeped around his head. The finger pressing him closer as the surface underneath absorbed his efforts. In one final moment, he yelped as the lips rose over his face. "Grgh..gyaah!" **shlorp**

(The next day)

As practice continued throughout the day, They ended practice early to let the team rest for a skrimmage tomorrow. The coach gathering them up in a huddle as he stood in the center.

"Good job out there team, you put in a lot of work today. Especially you Marson" The coach congratulated him, the team applausing in response.

"Just doing my job for the team" Marson happily said, bowing his head before raising it up to listen to the coach.

"Humble, I like that. Keep it up and you just might be one of the team leads." The coach commented, pausing as he looked around the crowd. "..speaking off, I haven't seen them today."

"From what I heard from the classes, I believe they're sick at the moment.

"Hmm.. Well then I guess we can wait on that then. Alright, get plenty of rest. We got a scrimmage tomorrow. And I better not see you guys straggling onto the field. Dismissed!"

"Yes sir!" They all announced. Making their way to the lockers as went get changed. All except Marson, his bag already in hand as he made his way to far corner of the field. Away from peering eyes as gave out a sudden Huff.

"And I thought you would last a second more" the apparition's voice said. Marson focusing in as he concentrated his mind.

"You again, exactly how long are you gonna be talking in my mind?"

"For as long as Im here" the voice retorted. "How are you enjoying the new power?"

"I admit, they're pretty amazing" Marson responded, pulling off the string from his pants as he lifted the waistband down. Using his magic to pull out his cock as his balls sagged over the pouch. Slouching over it more as the left nut swelled bigger than the other. "With it I've never felt more alive."

"As you should, power is something everyone craves. Some are satisfied gaining it through wealth, But I suppose in your case it's different isn't it? After all, your condition was to remain aware as you made your revenge." the voice assumed maliciously, parts of Marson's body beginning glow as they seperated from one another. One light shining in his stomach, pushing against the lower ab as a light bulge extended from it. another shining near the bottom of his abdomen, spinning in place as it elevated itself up, but pushed down with each breath Marson would take. And the last, glowing inside the left testicle. A blotched form fumbling around as it knocked and swayed against the other. Each became more alive as ghostly limbs pushed out from under them.

"Yeah.." Marson huffed, flicking his hand upward as the light in balls carried the sack upward. The ghostly image of Cal appearing just slightly, his features barely identifiable by the clammed skin of the sack. "Something about this new power calls to me in some way. Can't exactly put my finger around it." He focused at the bulge potruding out of his sack as he stretched it to it's max. Bobbing it around as drizzle started to drip from the head. Cal's muffles becoming slightly more audible the close.

"Is that an issue" the voice asked.

Marson pondered at the question as gazed at Cal's form. Moving his finger slowly to feel the little guy glide across the inner walls of his sac. With a sudden flick down, Cal sunk back into the testicle as the skin contracted. Returning to its egg shaped physique before jostling back along the pouch. "No." He finally gave his answer. Pitting back on his pants before making his way into the parking lot. "This power of yours has really made me stronger than ever. With it, I'm gonna to become the best player at this university.

"That's the spirit.' The voice soothed thoroughly.

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"You Can't do this to me! Do you know have any idea what you're doing?!" A miniaturized pitcher yelled out.

"of course we do Tim, we're not amateurs" Walker retorted, bouncing Tim between his hands as the small tiny bounced from one face of the palm to the other.

"Yeah." Wes chimed in "Its nothing personal, you're just in the way of our ticket to being lead pitcher." Closing the door, Wes moved backward towards Walker as he held his hips along his backside. Pulling down the back of his shorts as the slabs of ass flesh spread apart.

"Dude! Put your ass back in your pants" Tim yelled, shielding his face with his hands.

"Don't like the view Tim? That's a shame." Walker responded.

"Truly, Cause your gonna be quite acquainted with it."

"What?" Before Tim could prepare himself, Walker's hand flicked forward as Tim flung through the air. Flipping towards the gaping maw of the ass crack as Wes Widened its gap more. The awaiting pucker releasing suckled kisses while the cool air blew against it. The second he landed against its tender surface, Wes released his cheeks. Letting the anal walls jiggle shut as they Left only an arm sticking out from the between the bubbled cheeks, a faint muffle trailing out from further within as Tim became shrouded with muscle.

"This should be a good place to put you Tim" Wes mentioned.

"With you nice and secure in there, the title of lead pitcher will be as good as ours" adjusting a finger towards his ass, Wes pinched softly at the arm sticking out from his ass as he wiggled it in place. Feeling it protrude roughly across the dry cavern as he burrowed it deeper to join the rest of Tim. Clenching his butt muscles together as Tim's muffles still remained. But not for long before they softened, as Wes held his cheeks together and pointed it towards Walker.

"Saving this for later" Walker said as he readied his phone, taking a picture of the two of them as Wes held his ass closer, but moved away as Tim's upper half poked out from the his ass. Effortlessly poking him back in place as he hoisted his shorts back up.

"We'd better get a move on before the announcement starts" Wes suggested.

"Sounds good to me, let's go." Walker responded, the two soon heading out into the field as they went towards the outer stadium.

Upon arriving into the field, they caught a glimpse of the team ahead as they all took a knee in front of the coach. Wes and Walker joining them in the huddle as they sat down near the far back. "Wes, Walker, you're late to practice again." The coach scorned at the two brothers.

"Sorry coach, got a little bit side tracked in the lockers"

"Couldn't exactly find my gear in time for warm-ups."

"Oy, if this heat doesn't get the best of me it'll be you two. Let alone Tim, he's usually here by now" the coach mentioned, almost on cue as the wiggling inside Wes slowly returned. Prying apart at his ass as little arms reached out from his cheeks. Quick to intercept the attempt, he clenched his backside firmly as its form morphed back into boulders of flesh.

"He said he wasn't feeling well in the lockers sir" Wes chimed to the coach, giving his ass another clench for assurance of keeping Tim tight behind "didn't want to have the team feel discouraged."

"well he picked a fine day to skip out of training. But I guess he did me a favor,I've been looking for fresh leads to pick for alternatives" the coach announced, the team soon sparking up with life as they started to look amongst each other.

"Lead pitcher?"

"For real?

"You heard me, but its only gonna be from a select few on performance close to Tim's. And as far as I've seen, the only ones qualified so far to participate.." he groaned "Is you two."

"Us?! Hell yeah" Walker perked up.

"Alright!" Wes chimed.

"Not so fast, I said the two of you were quualified to participate. I didn't say they were indefinite. As far as the position goes, there's one spot left. So only one of you can receive it, but you got to prove yourselves through training." The coach said. Pointing towards the training set. "So you better give your all if you want this position. You'll be tested by your throwing strengths."

"You got it!"

"Roger Sir!"

"Alright you two, stand at this line here, and show me your pitch" Coach sounded, Wes and Walker putting on their mittens before standing upon the white line ahead of them. Leading to a dummy as they held a fake bat in their hand. Readying themselves, they awaited for the coach. "Throw!" The coach yelled out.

"Grgh!" Wes grunted, Walker along with him as the two hurtld their balls towards their target. Taking only seconds before Wes's crashed into the dummy. And Walker's, zoomed straight by his target.

"Decent, but only one of you hit the mark. Walker, best work on your aim. And Wes, try not to knock off the batter's head huh?"

"Yes coach!" Wes responded.

"Y-yes sir!" Walker, responded as well. A sense of hesitance in his voice, but shook it off as the other members started to circle.

"The two of you have an expansion of three days to impress me. After the third day, I'll decide which of you to pick for the lead. The rest of you, huddle up!" Coach shouted, the other players heading over to him while Wes and Walker Remained outside of it. Walker letting out a stressful sigh before his brother patted his shoulder.

"You always did throw a good curve ball Walker"

"Har har, I'll get it right. And will earn the role as lead pitcher when I do."

"That's the spirit. But don't think I'll hold back because you're my brother. I want that title too."

"Wouldn't have it any other way" Walker replied back. The two locking hands as they gave a firm shake, before paying attention to walk the coach was talking about.

As the training went on for both brothers, they both put in their fair share of hard work as they practiced their throws for many hours. Walker finally managing to at least bring the balls towards the corners of the mitten, but not enough to not consider it a foul in the officials games. Becoming more stressed, he continued to grab more balls as he practiced nearly an entire day as his swinging got a bit better. Satisfied at the progress he was making as his aim slowly inched closer towards his target. But as his attention focused on the target, he spotted the coach and Wes talking to each other from the corner of his eye. Pausing for a moment as the two shared gestures with one another, but resumed his practice as he continued to throw his set of balls.

Day 2:

Walker would be in the lockers as he stood in front of the mirror next to the locks. Taking notice of his sides and abdomen as their structure seemed a lot more toned, more profound than the last time he checked. It gave him a slight confidence boost as he flexed in the mirror for the camera, before turning towards his stuff as he placed on his equipment for the day. Heading into the main pathway, Walker stopped as he heard his brother's voice from behind a closed door. Pointing an ear towards it as he laid it across the metal door. Most of what he could hear was muffled partially, but he did manage to hear the end.

"The leagues have chosen to speed things up on the matches so we're going to have to speed things along. And as far as training goes, you're one that is half as decent as Tim."

"Speeding up? He's making him lead pitcher!" Walker shouted in his mind. But went silent as he focused back on the voices inside.

"Yes sir, I humbly accept" wes's voice said.

"Another thing, try to keep this between us. He may be your brother, but he is also a competitor to you"

"I understand sir" Wes's voice responded, the sounds of walking coming towards the door as Walker stepped back from it. Darting towards a row of lockers close by as tye door opened. The coach stepping out first as he entered into the outer field. Wes coming out soon after, sighing to himself as he held the door open before closing it behind him. Turning the other direction, he jumped as Walker appeared in front of him. "Ah! Oh it's you, god you scared me."

"What was all the commotion in there, I saw coach coming out fron here and wanted to check in."

"Oh..uh. It was just checking in on the equipment, wanted to make sure we were good for practice." Wes said sheepishly.

"I see..anything else."

"None in particular, say im feeling a little bit winded from that practicing. I catch up soon" Wes darted off before Walker could even have a say. Leaving him in the empty lockers as he contemplated on what happened.

"So that's how its gonna how it's gonna be Wes? Alright then, I'll make sure that I'll get that spot" he muttered to himself. Heading the opposite direction as he went to go get a drink of water.

Day three:

The fields would be hot as the players commenced with their daily practice for the day. Working up a sweat as most of them hid behind the shades of the bleachers. But even that wouldn't allow them to escape the sun's wrath. Among them would be wes, slouching against the side of bleachers while the rest stood in the middle of the shade. Fanning his face to cool off, but not enough to make an impact.

"God its hot today" he muttered to himself, continuing to fan at his face. But stopped when a sudden water bottle moved towards him.

"Need a drink" Walker offered. Shaking the bottle in his hand.

"Thanks." Wes said, uncapping the top of it as he poured a portion of it down.

"Don't mention it. Say, you don't mind telling me about what happened in the lockers yesterday do ya?"

"Ahe, im still a but hazy on that one still. I don't remember the details much."

"Are you sure you don't? You looked pretty jumpy yesterday to just forget."

"Right. Say I gotta back to practicing. Did you bring my stuff in the locker."

"Oh yeah, it should be in the third locker room. You can't miss it."

"Thanks Walker" Wes said as he got up from the bench, hurrying his way towards the lockers.

"Don't mention it. And hey Wes" Walker shouted back, Wes pausing for a brief moment "I gave you a chance." That phrase made Wes shake for a second, but shook it off his way past the doors. Entering into the locker rooms as he followed the straight pathway in the center.

"That was a close one, I almost cracked" Wes sighed in relief. Unlocking the door to one of the locks. "I don't know how long I can keep this up. Hopefully coach will decide qui..ckly" a dazed feelimg would come across Wes as his head began to spin in place. Making him feel uneasy as his breath started to become heavy. "What the..what did I drink."

Making an effort to move his way to the end of the locker, Wes slumpted onto the floor as the world around him continued to spin. Coming to an abrupt and hazy halt as the locker to the side of him stretched taller than ever. Getting more larger, he started to feel his clothes become more loose as looked at his sleeve. His shoulder unraveling itspef off its round surface as the rest of the fabric slipped to the floor. Gathering into a collective pile as Wes' body disappeared. At least barely before a small limb stuck out from the surface of the folds. Pulling out the rest of his body as he observed his new predicament.

"I..I shrunk?" Wes puzzled in the moment, his attention soon drawing elsewhere as a large shadow casted overhead. Two pairs of sneakers would rest on either side of the pile as their legs looked like giant trees. Connecting to higher mass above as a familiar face appeared ontop. "Walker?.." Wes' shuttered.

"Should have told the truth Wes, would have softened the blow of hearing the role slip out of my hands But now, I don't think I have to worry about that"

"You spiked my drink?! Walker wait, I can explain. I didn't want to do it, but coach m insisted I didn't tell you!"

"Oh I know, he wanted to ensure his best replacement is good and secured before the matches commence. And he will have a replacement alright, me" Walker soothed, reaching a hand out to retrieve Wes from his clothes as he wrapped his palm around his body. Pulling him up just enough to be about eye level with his nose. "But don't worry Wes, I wouldn't leave you hanging out on the sidelines. We're brothers with the same goal afterall. You'll be taking part in being the lead pitcher too. Buut, in a very special way."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Heh heh.."

The next Day:

In the locker rooms, most of the players would be heading out to the field for their daily warms as most made their way around the plates. Leaving the area almost abandoned as the sounds of their chatter echoed into the open air. But coach wouldn't be oit there with them, he wpuld be sitting jear enterance to greet each member that showed. Tapping his foot impatiently as ue looked around in agitated state. "Where the heck is he? pitch leaders are always the first on duty to start up practices." Coach groaned under his teeth, picking up his as he dialed Wes's phone once more. The audio returning to his voicemail as he quickly hung up. He couldn't keep the others waiting, especially when they were in their warm up phase. Turning around, he stopped when he heard a door slam behind him. Walker coming out with gear in hand as he had it tossed over his right shoulder. His bare torso exposed to the coach as he turned slightly away. "I get its hot Walker, but I Don't recall approving any rule of walking around shirtless."

"Sorry coach, just finished a little warm up of my own. A little bit of cardio and crunches" Walker said proudly. Pounding a hand along his chest.

"Is that so? then I better expect double the performance. Where's your brother? I don't exactly see him come in with you"

"oh he went home for the day, said he couldn't make due to homework. But he asked you to consider me one as temporary lead pitch til he's back."

"Typical, give a title so important he forgot to do his work. This is why you do class first before making choices. I don't like it, but I'll allow you to be lead. For now, you hear me?" Coach grunted.

"Loud and clear"

"Good. Now that ties up that. Now I got to deal with the rest of them. When Wes gets back, I swear give him a straight talking to" coach mumbled, storming off into the open field as his mass faded into the sun's light.

Leaving Walker all to himself as moved to one of the cubicle lockers. Drawing out his back as his bag as he pulled a jar out if its side. Tim inside as he stumbled to keep his balance "welcome to your digs Tim, shame about the space. Couldn't exactly keep you as one of my cargo. But hey, im sure one of the other players may have use of ya. Even lets you pass the time to guess" he taunted as he tapped at the glass. Admiring the attempts of rebuttals as his shouts softened past the jar's glass. "Ah cheer up, least you got a place to sit for now. You should Wes. You could say he really..hanging." Unfastened his shorts, he drawed back the string as his bulge slough out of the open pocket. Wes catapulted off from its force as a string attached to him jiggled him all the way to walker's ankles. "Ah Wes, glad you could spring in" Walker cooed, lifting up a portion of the string as he spun it around his hand. Watching his brother swirl around it like a like a stretchy hand before he slapped against the center of his palm.

"you are stuffy down there you know that"

"No I dont actually, but now I do. From what I assume with all the squirming, you were pretty comfy. Nuzzled up to crotch" Walker said, groping his wrapped hand over the bulge sticking of its pants. Focusing its round surface around the center his palm.

"it was not comfy, it was cramped"

"Meh, potato potato. Felt good none the less. Feeling all of that squirming really made feel more alive, even when your actions hurts the feel so good when you direct it properly."

"This is not the same as pleasure"

"Isn't it tho? you were getting your rocks off when you pushed Tim against that butt of yours" he pointed toward the jar, Tim gazing down in rage as he pounded against the Jar. "Must have of been quite the pleasure. but I wonder, how would it be if the roles change?" Walker said, drawing the hand holding Wes to his back he lined parallel to his back. Pulling back the back of his shorts as he let a portion of his cheeks stick out from the waistband. Its plump surface spilling over it like a pile of dough as the flesh softly jiggle in place. Then with a slight adjust, he stuck his fingers between too crack of his ass as he lowered the rest of his digit's length in the fleshy abyss.

"Hey wait a secon-" Wes yelled to Walker, but his voice was cut as the he was tied to dipped into walker's backside. Sandwiching itself between the thick layers of ass flesh as his brother clenched with shear intent. Huffing at the feeling inside as the little stamps from Wes made his body tense more. Encouraging the hand itself to move like a leverage as it proceeded to slide intimately between them. Lathering its earthy scent and sweat into the palm's skin as it glided over his folded hole in between.

"Ah yeah, That's the stuff" he huffed more, drawing out his hand from behind as the fingers came out with ease. But Wes would not be in the center. Instead, the string would be unraveled as the hand pulled back around to the front. It's end trailing into the depth of his cheeks as its length tugged and wobble like a fishing line with a fresh catch. "Feel about the same in there Wes?" He groaned, clenching his ass more as he adjusted his position. Rotating his hips in place for a split moment as he pushed it back and forth "It certainly does to me."

"Alrat alrady!" Wes muffled deep inside the crack. The cheeks not even disturbed by the slight vibration of his voice as their round mounds clenched closer.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch that" he taunted.

"I saud alrat!" Wes muffled again, Walker rolling his eyes in acknowledgement as he tugged at the string still sticking out from his ass. Drawing it out as the line reeled in its. Catch. Bringing it to the vary top of the mountain of ass flesh as Wes squeezed out of it. Swinging around the the front side as its trajectory landed him back against his brother's crotch.

"You were saying" Walker taunted again, looking down at Wes as he slowly gained back his breath.

"i said..alright already. You made your point I should of told you coach already picked. It was a mistake."

"Oh you're still on that conversation. That's water under the bridge now."

"What?! Then what the hell is this for?!" Wes shouted, but was quickly hushed as he was dropped into walker's crotch. One of the larger hands already spreading the fabric apart, leaving nothing to stop Wes from landing on the bulky shaft within. "Goph!"

"This is just an extra bonus." Walker assured, letting his briefs snap fast back to his waist. "Don't get me wrong, before I couldn't help but feel jealous of you as we both raced for the title. Coach always had an eye on your progress where I was always left in the dust. Made me feel..little in regard to performance. But now, All that's change when your niw the size of a baseball. And I gotta be honest, I was hesitant at first. But feeling you..." Groping over his crotch roughly, his fingers rolling over his brother's struggles. "Im Can't help but crave more of it." Dragging out Wes from his crotch by the string, he hovered him over his head. "And speaking of crave, I've haven't had my breakfast yet. Can't hinder my performance now that I'm team captain."

"You can't be serious, you think I got pockets at the salt I am"

"No, But I know what you do have, Salt" Walker licked his lips before he parted his mouth. Dropping Wes along his tongue as its length slid him to the back. His mouth closing back up before the world inside became alive. Saliva would begin build around wes, the massive tongue underneath him beginning to stir as it conducted the saliva to soak away the salted musk coating him. The muscle pushing him towards the sides of the mouth's cheeks as was held up tightly against it. The rough suction pulling at his body as the substance coating him vanished further into walker's body with a series of gulps. "Mmm, its like sucking on a salt rock. Taste better than ya look Wes" Walker replied, rubbing a hand along the bulge in his cheek before his gaze darted to Tim in the locker. Smirking over him as closed the locker he was in "Think you've seen enough action Timmy."

After closing the locker door, Walker walked a couple of steps as he finally released Wes from his cheek. Twirling him around his tounge once or twice before flicking him towards his awaiting gullet. Feeling him plummet slightly inside, but not entirely as he opened his mouth in the mirror. Catching. A glimpse of Wes over the edge of the back of the tongue, a he wiggled it around to loosen his grip. Giving him a quick wink as the cavern inside coiled.

"Walker don't!" Gulp! As the tongue rose to the back of the roof, a small limp traveled hastenly down Walker's throat as it vanished into his collar bone. Feeling the string still attached to him slink along the tender muscles before catching it snag in his belly. Judging by how light it was in their, he found that Wes was still dangling inside there. Even with how long the string was as its length barely shrunk from his grip. He was about to let as to finish the job, but halted at an idea. He could use this for more pleasure couldn't he? Smiling at the thought, he tied string to his weaker hand as he wrapped it around his finger. Tugging it forward as he felt sudden light upon the cieling of his stomach as he could feel Wes form squeeze through its sphincter. But for long before his esophagus pushed him back inside. "Heh, yeah that'll hold ya Wes. As far as coach may know, he won't suspect a thing. But hey, at least you look good as me in away behind these abs. Wait til the blog here's about this. There gonna flip there mind to know where you are."

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What's it like inside of Justin Bieber's belly?

OMG ITS ORGASMIC, honestly it’s my favorite place. I think I spend a good 5 to 8 hrs a day in my fiancés gut. It’s so tight from his abs, that it’s like a massive hug around my whole body. And there’s nothing hotter then me and Justin jerking off in sync, while I’m in there.he absolutely loves me so much that he always wants me in him when ever he goes out or goes on tour. Most of the times u can’t tell but I’m in his belly when he performs, that’s actually why he strips most times. Is to show me off in his tight belly. God u got me hard now “BABE where you at, I’m horny and I know ur hungry from me “ 😍

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"Ah what a perfect day to get a nice little hunt for snacks. Can almost feel the light breeze through my boxer" Justin said proudly, stretching his limbs outward to the side as his fist chipped off the corner of a building.

"Wow, it certainly is an interesting feeling, and you do this every week?" Holland asked curious.

"Hah, almost twice a day. This one Especially, all the juicy little ones are always found in this town. Like this one for example" Justin leaned down as he plucked at the collar of the little ones shirt. "Take a look at this one, Doesn't he look delicious?"

"Hmm I don't know, with that gut of there's I think it may add a lot calories" Holland said amused, poking a finger at the round belly as it rocked the tiny in place.

"Hey, watch it!" The tiny swatted at the finger.

"Feisty too"

"Makes them all the better to down" Justin reassured, lifting the tiny up to the air as he flicked them high up. His open mouth waiting down below to greet them as they shot straight into his gullet. A firm but quick gulp followed behind it as a lump hastened down his throat. "Feisty ones like these always make for the best belly massagers. See?" He claimed as he stuck his torso forward, the lump from before now reduced to little bulges just behind his upper ab.

"Can barley even see him in there" holland said fascinated. Looming closer to Justin's stomach as he placed a finger along its surface. He could almost feel every push into it the skin bumped into it "How does that even feel?"

"See for yourself.." Justin said as he brushed aside one of the cars. Plucking up another one from the crowd as he picked them up by their foot. "Here's a good one for ya?"

"Alright..hmm, hey I think I know this one" Holland said.

"This little guy? How so?" Justin asked

"Saw his face floating around the internet. Vo..v..VoreNation! Yeah that's it!"

"Vorenation Huh? Digging the name, fitting for the hunt. Well, since you know him Tom, what do you want to do with him?"

"Hmm..he has made pretty good stuff that inspired me to do this, I'll save him last as a thank you" Tom said as he plucked the tiny out from justin's hands. Still holding them by. One of there feet as he pulled a bit of his boxer just enough to open a gap between his lower and waist. Lowering him into the fabric pocket as the band snapped backed down. Two pair of legs sticking out from them as their blows absorbed into Holland's abdomen. "I don't exactly have jeans at this size, but think of this as an alternative" he said softly to VN, nuzzling a finger along the lump in his waistband before continue to walk forward.

"Ooo the pocket treatment, must have been quite the inspirer."

"Its the least I could do" Holland blushed. "He makes good stuff."

"Heh, if that's what you say. Well, while you preserve one, we still got the rest of the town to hunt" Justin boomed, as he moved forward. "Come on, plenty more to eat up until then."

"Im coming, im coming."

The two would march their way to the venter square as they plowed through the streets of the city. Plucking any cars that showed signs of movement as Justin picked them up with intent. Prying the hood off them with ease as they downed them like sardines. With each street they'd turn, more people would meet the same fate as the others as each were sent down to their bellies. By the time they reach the middle of the city, their abs almost lost their shape as their stomachs shaped into a sphere. The little screams within almost inaudible, but enough for the two to hear as both leaned against a building.

"mmm, Now that was a splendid hunt Holland. My stomach's never felt this full before" Justin said satisfied, massaging over his belly as he drew his fingers around the round surface.

"I'll say, I can't even relax without feeling at least one kick in there" Holland replied "But I was I had more room in there.

"Oh that's an easy fix" Justin replied, giving holland a light smack on his thigh. Before Holland could even register what happened, his body would grow larger as the building he stood next to started to cracked. His form growing next to it as it now barely passed his knees.

"Dude! At least give a guy a warning!"

"Relax, you got what you wish for. Look at your stomach" Justing assured further below. Holland soon looking towards his body as the hus abs finished aligning back in place. "Is that enough room for ya?" Justin asked, slapping his thigh as well as he proceeded to grow.

"Yeah...it actually feels great." Holland said as he gazed at his stomach, still feeling the light kneads of the people inside as every breath he took pushed the abdominal wall into them. But his attention would draw his attention lower as a tent poked out the opening of his underwear. Vorenation's form sticking from it, as the little legs that was once sticking out the fabric now resided just between the lips of head's lips. "Ah man, I forgot I him in there" He said with in a panicy tone. Reaching his fingers out to retrieve him, But was interrupted by justin as he gave another slap. "Gah!" With the sudden slap, his body tensed out of instinct as the two pairs of legs slipped further inside. The lips closing behind them as Vorenation's was slurped into the fleshy tube.

"Getting kind of thick back there holland"

"Dude! You just made him go deeper!" Holland yelled back. His shaft slowly rising up as the head thumped against his torso. His body soon fidgeting in place as the tiny inside wrestled amongst the flesh in his urethra. "Help me get him out, he's making me hard"

"Alright alright" Justin said nonchalantly, lightly kneeling down as he gripped Holland's shaft. Slowly stroking it with his firm hand as he glided his palm from the from the base all the way til his fist bumped into the head's edges.

"Hah...hah..not so tight if you could. Grgh! He keeps squirming in there."

"Good, it'll make him easier to come out" Justin assured. Stroking even more faster as the head started to release pre from the tip. "That's it, nice and easy" he soothed as he continued his strokes. Feeling Holland's Organ pulse with energy as he heaved his hips forward. Expunging the seed inside as wads of cum shot through the air. Sputtering out onto the taller building below as it oozed along their glassed windows. "There, that's better it?"

"Not quite, I can feel him just poking out of the middle of the tip"

"Oh, then I suppose we'll go for plan B." Justin said as he kneeled onto the city below. Still holding the shaft in his hand as he directed it towards his mouth. Engulfing just the head as he slowly began to suck. The pre being washed away by his saliva as he used the suction to pump Holland's shaft like a plungers. More cum would fill his mouth as he directed it towards the back of his throat. Sound it down with light gulp as its substance stuck to the walls.

"A-ah easy!" Holland said stiffed, feeling the large tongue fondle at his head as it pulsed with each glide. With a mighty clench, his seed was expunged inside justin's mouth as he could feel the liquid spread all over his head. The tongue licking at it as the suction cleaned as the lips pulled off. As they did, just would get back on his feet as he wiped of the loose drips of cum off of lips.

"aah" he roared as he slowly opened his mouth, reavealing the puddle inside as the come looked murky. Vorenation being amongst it as he floated across its surface. As his mouth closed back, he tilted his head upward as he released a very firm swallow. A light squelch sounding from his throat as the salty substance traveled down into his stomach. As the remainder of the cum trickled out from his throat, he gaped his mouth open as he let out a loud belch. "Aah, that hit the spot."

"Ah man, I really wanted to keep him around more"

"Ah relax holland, you'll still have his stories. And if not, you can always talk to him in here" Justin said as he pointed at his stomach, pushing it into the hand rubbing it as a light gurgle sounded from "Wouldn't you want to hear the reall thing up close?"

"I..I'm good"

"You sure? Cause that cock of yours is saying otherwise" Justin pointed out. The shaft starting to becoming more erect, but was quickly tucked by Holland as he stuffed it back into his pants.

"Damn it!"

"Hehe, guess that's a yes" Justin taunted.

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