#At the same time Kyle feels like he’s too big and his pecs are weird

[ajaxxx-x]

[semischarmed]

Chrysalis, Part 3

This was the day. The tremors have only intensified. I feel myself tearing at the arm that I had fully bonded with Kyle. If I don’t act soon that’s all that’s gonna be left of me in him. So I decided it had to be today. I’ve been shivering all over too, probably in fear or anticipation? Probably both.

By no means was Red ready. He had a natural fighting streak so it wasn’t gonna be a smooth process. As prepared as I was, the odds were stacked against me. This body’s connection with me has degraded significantly faster than I had anticipated. Had I gone with anyone else, I’d be permanently one with Kyle by now, but of course it had to start with Red. No use crying over spilled milk. Taking Red would be the struggle of a lifetime. Had it just been me in my old body, I would have given up outright. But I was Kyle now, and Kyle does Not. Give. Up.

———

I fight a long, close game in the early afternoon and we barely eke out a win- mostly thanks to me, despite my current condition. I hug my teammates as our sweat and smells coalesce in the blazing sun. We bake uncomfortably long in the heat. They really were great teammates. Kyle basically did a 180 in their eyes, being far more comfortable, far more sociable, far more filthy- yet they accept me regardless. I breath them in, remarking on them and myself for possibly the last time, before making my way back to my dorm. 

I stop halfway as I am instantly crippled in a massive tremor that forces me to the ground. I retch. This was too tenuous, too delicate. There would be no time for any detours. I immediately run for Sig Chi.

———

Red wakes in a cold sweat in his bed, in the filtered light of the moon, to the image of his naked little bro- to the image of me jacking off to him. Of course he had to also be a light sleeper.  

“Heyyy Big Bro” I whisper menacingly, licking my lips. Fuck. Ok, ok, gotta improvise.

“Kyle? Kyle! What the fuck?! How did you get here? And, oh fuck... Jeeezus, is that you? Dude you fucking reek” I could tell he was trying to categorize the smell, but I quickly correct him. 

“That’s right I fucking reek, this cute little meat-suit had a game today. This is what my team smells like, this is what a man smells like,” I rush up to the naked Red, who instinctively recoils and pulls his sheets up. I lean in to my speechless big bro, sticking my face close to his, bringing our foreheads together. Despite his overall friendliness, he was a dangerous one. I’ve never met so much resistance in a person. I could show him no weakness.

I grab his head with my hands, pointing it downward to our bare chests, so we can both smell our combined odor. “This is what we’ll smell like”.

Red attempts to defuse the situation. “Ok, ok dude, great prank” he laughs, obviously disturbed. “But I- “ Before he can continue, I smear a bit of precum over his lips. ”I can’t wait to make you mine... big bro” I moan. I cup his sweaty left pec with my hand, giving a slight squeeze. His nipples, rock hard. “Kyle, get the fuck off me! The fuck is this?!” He pushes me off his bed with a force I did not expect. Still, my Big Bro Red- being the nice guy he was- made sure to only push me safely into a pile of old clothes. With the parts of me that were already inside him, I restrict any further movement. He breaks free from my grasp in small blips of resistance.

Red struggles in vain to leave his bed and I focus my hold on his body further. “You know, I was wondering how much cum it would take for your body to start accepting mine...” I trail. “Kyle, what the fuck are you talking about... what is this?!” He again struggles to move against his invisible restraints. I grab his water bottle and lift it up near him, giving it a little shake, motioning to it with my head. “Cmon, there’s no way you haven’t noticed... How’d you like the exclusive taste of me?” He shakes his head, utterly revolted, horrified, while a tent begins to form in his bedsheets. He looks down stating “no, no, that.... that’s not me... Kyle, this is...” I smile, amused, at the situation. Half-truth. For one he was wrong, that body of his was most definitely turned on. But I concede, if anything, that it was probably the result of his constant exposure to my seed moreso than his actual feelings for his little bro in the frat. Though his body had not been fully primed to accept me, I decide to continue layering on the mental damage, to better ease me in for the upcoming fight.

Since Red had so rudely interrupted my little session, I decide to continue where I left off, pumping my meat in front of him as I tear off his bedsheets.

“Oh Red, oh god Red! My roommate... he-he snuck inside me and ah fuck he took me... he stole me... poisoned my insides with himself... twisted me- look at me when I’m fucking talking Red- Look at how I wear his cute smile. Look how his body, his muscles, his feelings bend to my will. I make a great Kyle don’t I? Look how good I am at playing with my dick. Well I am Kyle, so of course I’m a great fucking Kyle.” Before I finish, I slip just my hand inside his- its veins flare up at my intrusion but I maintain the control of our now-shared appendage, bringing it up so we can examine it together. I wink at him before I seductively suck each of our fingers while I push my arm into his further. He watches in shock as he feels every motion. “But, you know Red, you know my roommate? That asshole is pretty greedy, asked me who else he’d look great in... and I told him I thought he’d make a great Red. I told him we’d be great at wearing your skin.” With our joint hand, I continue to pump my hard on, reveling in Red’s confusion and disgust in the process. I grab his dick, bringing it next to mine and letting him pleasure us both at the same time with his rough hand. He sweats as he continues to control his emotion, attempting to remain stoic. On the other hand, I am reduced to moans and whimpers- a sight that probably looks incredibly off coming from Kyle. His lip trembles and he lets out a soft grunt and a massive wave of pleasure hits us both. We begin to feel the sensations from each other’s dick in the process. Our breaths are shallow, and I look into my future eyes. 

“I-I’m a special case though. This?” I gesture to my own body with my free hand, as I explode, splashing a little on Red’s lips and lot on myself. Red explodes soon after and he stifles a moan. I now drag our shared hand all over my body, smearing and mixing our cum together over my stolen abs and his. “Kyle is fully mine. Forever. And you’re gonna make sure we stay that way.”

I raise Red’s now-slick, now-possessed hand again for him to examine. Veins rise as it struggles to resist my control, but I double down, giving a mean smirk and balling our shared hand into a fist. “If was just possessing him, we wouldn’t be able to then possess your hand. This? This is proof that he and I are one.” I follow by using that hand to squeeze my dick and Red’s together, until they coalesce into just his. Red is in shock at the events that have just unfolded, and I intend to use that situation to my full advantage. “No hard feelings big bro, you’re cute and all but I’m his forever home”. I lace my knees beneath his and smash my lower half into him. I feel his body clench and cringe until it is forced to accept mine. “Still, thank you for being there for me. When I realized we needed a new chrysalis to complete me... I knew it could only be through my Big Bro Red. I knew I could depend on your hot bod.” Our legs are one.

In one swift motion, I also slam my sticky wet chest into his, causing him to yelp in disgust and horror. I take the dribbling of my cum on his chin and, using our combined hand, I shove my seed into his mouth. I keep our fingers jammed into his mouth, making sure he gets a good taste of some fresh Kyle cum and his own beefy fingers. “Eat that shit up. I want that taste still in my mouth when I’m inside you” I moan. I snake my free arm into his other bicep. It shivers, glistening in the moonlight, covered in perspiration. Vibrating, his arm yields control to its new master- to me. These arms belong to Kyle now. “God we’re so close babe,” I moan. By now, only the upper edge of my chest and head are sticking out of his. I test out the new arms I have in my possession. They’re far larger than Kyle’s so I decide to stop here for a bit and revel in maneuvering my new sweaty biceps. I make Red flex for them me, and in straining movements, he is forced to show me what they can do. I moan, as my free head falls on his shoulder, drained from the process. 

“Honestly, I only settled on your ass cause you’re the next Pledgemaster. I knew you’d be perfect for slipping on some of next year’s pledges, perfect for making great fucking puppets out of this frat.” I mumble to his shoulder before looking back up at him. “But now? After getting to know you a little more? I think want something a little more. I want a taste of that ginger dick. I want a taste of that best friend of yours. Jeremy- he’s fucking hot- I bet he’s delicious, but I bet he’d be even fucking hotter and taste even fucking better from his best friend’s mouth. And when I’m inside him, wearing him as my new puppet, I want it to be because you stuffed me in there.” Emotionally, I think I have him defeated. His body more freely yields to me and my becoming Kyle is almost finally complete.

I intend to continue spouting weird shit to spook him but the part of me still outside of Red slips in a wave of cosmic shock, partially removed from Kyle. I shake violently in pain. Shit. Before I can recover, Red picks up on it and begins to fight me with his body all over. He flares to life and I feel his all out attack on me. “Kyle, Kyle, you gotta fight this. Cmon man, fight your roommate!” I feel my grasp over him slipping. 

“Fuck off” I growl, losing my composure. “He likes us this way. Wants us as one permanently-forever-together because I am Kyle. You wouldn’t understand. Here, have a taste of your little’s hot mouth.” I lean up and kiss him unexpectedly, digging my tongue into his mouth, merging my lips with his. 

He tries to scream, only to be stifled to a  “mmphhph”. I glide my tongue over his, wrestling it into submission before jamming it inside of his. I stifle a moan as our tongues become one. I slam my face ever closer to him, until we both breath and speak from the same mouth, until at last we can only see each other’s eyes. I give him a quick wink before finishing my possession and locking myself inside my human chrysalis.

Red’s body continues to light with tremors as the fight inside drags on. I make sure to cum a little more inside him, to layer more of myself and cement him forever mine. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth opens unwarranted as he settles the last of his hold over his body to fight me. Goddamn he is tenacious. After what feels like hours, his body finally yields to me. He shakes viciously as the universe begins its correction. Red collapses onto the ground. In Red’s core I feel the last of Kyle’s essence integrate into my own. I feel the permanence of our connection. Nothing would ever take me out of Kyle again. I was Kyle- past, present and future. Natural order had been restored. Inside Red I felt safe, secure, complete.

I feel Red’s sweet release. He’s at peace, at bliss, since I can finally connect to his deepest parts, rearranging him into my perfect vessel. He would be mine forever. Then, I feel the fight from his mind. He grasps his body again, reiterating, begging for “Kyle” to break free from my control.

“I am here” I stated as Red, but only Kyle’s voice comes out. I break out of my shell. My naked form expels itself from Red, covered our juices, covered in my aura of forever. I close my eyes, breathing in the dank night air in Red’s room. He’s right, I fucking reek, but it felt good to smell it as a permanent Kyle. It felt good to stand with my permanently athletic legs. It felt good to use that word. Permanent.

Of course, I also left a lot of my seed in Red. Rearranged his insides so they’d better fit me. I watch expectantly at the soon-to-be reborn Red. Control over his body lights up in my mind. Red was mine. 

I examine him as Kyle, playfully humming in his voice softly while I circle -around him, lightly tracing the outlines of his muscles- of my new acquisition. I will him to give me another gun-show. His body complies. Fuck. Yes. My Big Bro’s hot ginger ass was truly mine to control. “Cmon babe, you have to admit...” I trail as Kyle. “I wear you well”. As Red, my faces dances in ecstatic joy before giving myself a wink.

Red’s body giggles as I assert more control of his frame and do some small seductive dances in front of my main body. “Yeah... all me” I moan as Red- though only Kyle’s voice comes out of him. Something else was still missing. “But I think this needs a little more.” I say out loud. I worship my new self with the two new bodies I control. In the midst of my little play session, I feel Red’s mind stir within me. There it was.

I feel him inside me, digging through my mind to look for his friend, to pull Kyle out of my grasp. I feel him desperately claw his way around and decide to humor him, giving him full access to me. In increasing anguish, he pulls to my corners, digs through the depths of my mind trying to find a separate Kyle to rescue him from his roommate’s clutches. Instead, he finds no separation, no distinction between my old self and Kyle’s. When he digs, looking for Kyles memories, he instead finds them interlaced with my own. In the physical world, Red’s face paints itself with a deranged smile. I surround Red’s Psyche “Told you he was special... he’s mine forever... don’t worry though, big bro. You didn’t lose Kyle. I’m right here. You won’t be alone. I’ll be right here, inside you too”. I briefly lose control of Red’s body as I continue with my all out assault on his mind. Red’s face cringes in pain as I bombard his sense of self, embedding me inside his psyche, corrupting my Big Bro with my perversions. He briefly laughs sadistically, yielding to his newfound gifts, yielding to the pieces of me I put inside him. He moans, wrapping more of my psyche into himself “fuck yeah, babe. Keep going, I’m a good Big Bro... I can take it” before shaking his head in anger “fuck you Kyle!” The switch inside Red flips back and he resumes into moans and filthy whispers about me wearing his skin. He again snaps back and punches the nearby wall. “FUCK!” he shouts. God he was strong. I already had his body, I already had his mind, I already had Red by all accounts, yet through pure resolve alone he resists me. God I couldn’t wait to have that will of steel as my own. In any case, It looks like his body’s inclinations just needs a final little push. 

I assert my new dominance over Red’s body, slapping my Kyle-self in the face, before finally speaking with Red’s voice, using it for the first time. Just controlling his voice was invigorating. “You sick fuck, Kyle. Look what you did to me, what you did in me. Toppled your Big Bro Red, conquered me, just like that. Wore my ass like suit and then left your squirmy little pieces inside” I lace his words with sex. Coming out of Red, out of my Big Bro, it feels almost blasphemous. Fuck yeah, Red feels great to be in. This body is amazing. I received the slap in Kyle with a moan. “Fuck yeah, big bro, it feels good doesn’t it? You like being my little puppet, don’t you? You want me in there, wearing you like a glove...” As Red I twirl my new fiery locks with my new, thicker fingers, “Yeah little bro... but I think we need an extra little punishment for you, for being such a fucking creep.” I make Red pout, sucking on his index finger while he continues “ How about your weird roommate jumps inside you and sews himself into your insides. How about he go even further and actually become your insides. How about he actually becomes you... How about your hot Big Bro make it permanent” I cackle maniacally as Red while Kyle’s face shifts into the dirty sneer I make us wear.

I parse Red’s mind for his reaction. It was from this point that he realizes just how far I went with Kyle. How much I became him. He relents at the matter, equally angry and aroused, finally understanding that Kyle was the one that took possession of him. Kyle created the plans to corrupt the frat. Kyle was the one did these heinous deeds because there was no difference between Kyle and his creepy roommate. Because I was Kyle. 

Red wrestles back control of his body. “Fuck you Kyle, I’ll make you fucking pay for this. When I break free I’m gonna-” I cut him off as I sneer with Kyle’s face, making Red’s do the same as I continue his sentence in moans “-come crawling back because I’m your bitch forever.” I laugh heartily in his voice. Time for that little push. 

In the heat of moment, I let him feel the sheer thrill of having both bodies under control, the sheer thrill of being me, before granting him control over his own body while I resonate within his psyche over the sheer ecstasy. He moans loudly “Fuck yeah... good boy... be a good Little, while dear Red here shows you how it’s done...” He rushes behind my main body, dragging his muscular arms in front of my chest feeling me up. We feel both sensations. Indescribable bliss. He leans in to my ear “we have unfinished business, bitch. It’s all your fault I’m like this... these-these... feelings...” he moans. “This is unnatural... and your punishment... your puppet wants a more” he licks my ear, probing his thick slimy tongue all over while his vascular hands tousle my sweaty hair. “C’mon Kyle. You know this body was built for fucking. Let me teach you how to use it right. Put on my skin- put this brain on. Wear me. Wear your big bro’s stud bod. Put your dick inside of mine. Haven’t-“  he trails off, grabbing his head in anguish “damn it... Kyle, why... why I am I like this...I’m a monster...  What did you do to me?!” Tears well in Red’s eyes, before he catches a whiff of my scent. He goes into a toothy grin as anguish flips to a lustful frenzy. He grabs my rod in his vascular hands, and begins pumping it. He moans as we are both hit with the feeling. “Actually, no... this is good. This feels right. This is correct. I’m not a monster, I’m a fucking god. Kyle you have a decent dick... but haven’t you wondered what bigger was like? I’m bigger. Look at this thick cock. Your big bro’s got you. Come back inside, where it’s safe...” Red slams his sweaty body onto my back, dragging me inside, encasing me in his muscular flesh. He locks his arms under my own, preventing my escape, and I play along, writhing in his grasp as he draws me back, deeper and deeper into him. “I want you squirming inside me when we fuck Jeremy. When we fuck the rest of the frat... I want-I need you to do it with this dick... contaminate them. Inject them with it. Give em a little taste of Red and Kyle.” Inside Red, I sheath his dick over my own, but continue letting him take the lead. “Fuck yeah.. that’s the stuff..” He moans. “FUCK YEAH” he roars, “trying” to push me out of him. I resist, as much as I can anyway, until I can no longer maintain it and am suddenly pushed out of him. ”Not yet, bitch” he murmurs, before his flesh greedily devours mine again, moaning all the while. We repeat this a few times, edging him closer and closer. 

I am paralyzed in bliss at the sensations, but Red maintains a better grasp of his emotions. He walks his inflamed, Kyle-filled self over to the pile of dirty, soccer-drenched clothes on the floor that I had I worn prior to getting into his room. He brings them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. “More...” he whispers... “I need more of you”. He puts them on, huffing in short, frenzied breaths, starting with the dirty  compression shorts I had worn for my game. They are stretched impossibly tight on his ass, and he moans when the waistband snaps back at our shared dick. We proceed with the soccer shirt, thick biceps ripping the sleeves and turning it into a tank. The remains of my dirty shirt cling onto Red’s torso like a second skin, imprinting the delicate curve of each ab, each bicep, and each nipple on to its straining fabric.“Thank you... for the Kyle Sandwich” he whimpers in a trance as his eyes roll to the back of his head and we collapse onto the floor. We smell like my team after a long game. We smell like the forest. Equal parts putrid and petrichor. We smell like ecstasy. His eyelids flutter. “Good little bro”. 

Then, tranquility is broken when he pushes me out. “grrrAHHH FUCk YOU KYLE” he half-shouts, half -moans. I am speechless. My form is again forcibly removed from his- I feel my visage imprint over his own, stretching his taught skin as it wraps over mine. I can see the light of day with my own eyes, and feel my cheeks stretched and melded to his freckled skin. Just a bit more. From behind me, where the back of my head should be, I feel Red’s smile and moan, as he feels my weight above him. He takes his thick arms rubbing them all over me, making sure I was stimulated the entire time I was being pushed out of him. “You got the right idea Kyle- no more deodorant for your big bro Red... we smell fucking better like this” I feel him stir, getting ready to pounce-no doubt to drag me back in. Before I can even say anything, I quickly realize the limits of my depossession. The process of pushing me out of him has slowed to a crawl. As my body continues to be expelled, to be raised out of Red, I am met with my own impossibly tight shirt and underwear, drenched in our sweat and restricting my freedom. The further my body leaves, the tighter we are pulled together by the fabric. We both moan this time. “Fuck Kyle! Get out! Get the fuck out of me!” he play-screams half convincingly, as he does a crunch with me above him. I feel the crunch from behind and he forcibly worms my own form back inside him. I pass out at the sensory overload. 

When I awake, I awake in Red. I walk to the mirror and see his face as my own. In split second intervals, my Kyle-self stretches out his skin and attempts to leave before it is pulled back. We are tight. Nauseatingly full-impossibly so. By all accounts, Kyle’s body should have been expelled from Red after being inside this long-possession doesn’t usually last this long, but my little fighter, my Big Bro Red will not let me go. We are held together by my own clothing and his sheer will. Partners. Amalgamate. Corrupt. I quickly take control and feel his voice in the back of my mind, screaming at me to get out- again, only half-convincingly. For all his perfection, Red really needed some acting lessons. I begin to feel the effects of being stuck in his body for so long, as a lightness and a numbness washes over me. Yet in that same vein I feel indescribably close to him, with a hyper-awareness of Red’s body. This can’t last too long, I assume, as both of us have long since hit our limit. I throw up involuntarily on the floor- it’s all just cum. 

Instead of stopping, the previous process repeats again. Our little possession dance happens again and again and again after that until we are utterly drained. We live as one Red, constantly in turmoil in the inside and perpetually in heat. Finally, a full three days later, we are both satisfied. I finally truly break from him as a lone Kyle. For one, I fucking smell, but also I am still a student. This whole experience had been immensely tiring. Still, I felt a sense of peace, in knowledge that new-Red would never leave me. 

———

Though I initially wanted to fully take and possess Red, to use his body as a mindless puppet for my own, I kind of like our current setup. I moved into his room the very next day after our little break, much to the annoyance to the rest of Sig Chi. Red moans all the time when I possess him- he’s not particularly quiet about it either, and he begs for it every other day, before berating me when I actually follow through. Our “incestuous” nature is pretty clear to the rest of my frat brothers but they awkwardly avoid the subject. Jeremy is the only one that’s visibly pissed- guess we’re breaking every law in frat code or something. Whatever. If anything, they’ll all be seeing the light someday soon- and we have something extra special planned for Jeremy anyway. 

I like to keep Big Bro Red in a pendulum state, between full autonomy and full possession. Even now, he constantly ‘fights’, attempting to push me out of him in vain and then dragging my ass back inside. To be honest, I find this whole setup kind of hot. I sure he does too. We’re always wrestling for control inside him, even though we both knew he was mine forever. I’ve extended the offer a few times to just jump into someone else in the frat or even leave forever but he always throws a big fit about it. Maybe he liked by puppetted by his little bro. Maybe he liked the fight. Maybe one day, I’ll actually fully take him. Of course, for now his red hot body runs a little warmer these days from our constant little dance. For now, I’ve been just been having fun, jumping in and out of him, swimming through his insides. We’ve been meaning to share too, naturally. There are some others on my mind- Red’s best friend, the Sig Chi president Jeremy- who we both agree that hot, dominant ass would make a for lovely little body to wear. Before Red, I was fine as just one person. I am forever grateful that he was my chrysalis, that he first full possession as Kyle. Because he helped me realize a king needs subjects. One day, I’ll take them all- every last hot piece of ass in this school. But for now, I’m content with occasionally just controlling and wearing Red, just wearing my proof of authenticity as Kyle.

—End Part 3—

Phew. Next story’s probably gonna be a bit lighter.

[wajjs]

Hey. Hey my Hal. Imagine Kyle trying to compare Hal and Jason's tiddies. Getting right up there and doing all the tests. Squishiness, the bounciness and the like. Imagine it....Now imagine GUY joining in on the fun. *Scuttles away*

EDIT: we have ART NOW PEOPLE, done by the fellow Hal Tiddy Enthusiast, @roshanakkk 💚

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[906090]

The idea strikes him at 4am on the third day without sleep. He's mindlessly refreshing his social media of choice for the sixth time in a row when an extremely blurry, low quality phone picture of the Red Hood pops up in his feed. So first he laughs because it makes Jason look much more of a cryptid than Batman could ever hope to be. He also makes a comment that says

c̷̣̀̀̊̅̄r̸̫͉̖̖̅̽͠ỹ̷̺͉ṕ̴͎̑̀t̴̜̫͓͎͘͘ĩ̶̧̯̖̝͙͛͑̎d̸̰̘̼̃̆̀̆́̚ ̴̨͔̖̽̈́͘͜ď̶̌ͅe̵̪̓̅̽̑̊̓ͅţ̵̮̞̐͋̈́ẹ̸̠̝̫̽c̶̬͉̪͂́͐̾͛͘ẗ̶̡̰̟̺̫̞́̀̊̌̃͘ę̵̳͐͛̽̚d̸̖̭͊͝,

with lots of laugh-crying emojis added at the end.

Then he sees another picture, slightly more focused and with questionable outdoor lightning, that somehow manages to leave the helmet nearly in the dark but the chest in full display. Someone replies underneath that post with a milk gif. Pronounced with a g because he's not a psychopath like Guy. And that, that gets Kyle thinking.

Because there is one other man he knows well and close that really does have big man tits. Like, some serious honkers. A real set of badonkers. The man's packing some good dobonhonkeros, massive dohoonkabhankoloos, big old tonhongerekoogers, giant bonkhonagahoogs, humongous hungolomghnonoloughong-

He falls asleep then, but the idea isn't forgotten.

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How Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern of Planet Earth, occasional White Lantern, the e-boy of the Corps, manages to get both Hal Jordan, Green Lantern Supreme, with the good waistline and the good thighs, and Jason Todd, resident zombie boy who thinks helmets are hoods and so many mommy and daddy issues he's the face people print next to the definition in dictionaries; how he gets the two in one room is a slight of hand Kyle will never reveal. It might have included blackmail, usage of some IOU's.

Some hits to the head. Nothing that can be confirmed.

The thing is, Hal Jordan and Jason Todd are in Kyle's bedroom, sitting on Kyle's bed and glaring holes into Kyle's face. Kyle is much too pleased with himself to care.

"Come on guys, think of this as science!"

"My ass," Hal huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and making his pecs more pronounced in the process.

"No, not that," Kyle smiles, taking out a measuring tape, the one that was in his mom's sewing kit. "Off with the shirts now!"

"Why are we doing this?," even though he asks that with a put off voice, Jason's already lifting his shirt by the hem, muscles flexing with the movement. Both Hal and Kyle stare for a second.

"He's got dirt on you," Hal mutters, shifting a little where he's sitting before seemingly deciding he's no fucking chicken and he's already here, so he might as fucking well play the fuck along, because his shirt comes off at the same time as he says, "and he bribed me."

"With what?"

"None of your business, bat junior."

"Oh, that ain't me," Jason laughs, folding his article of clothing neatly and setting it aside, "that's the little brat."

"There are too many of you, anybody ever told you that?," it's no surprise that Hal also folds his shirt. Military training and all.

Kyle grins. Things are going just according to plan.

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He spends the next thirty minutes comparing their chests. First, he measures the outline, going all the way around the back to the front. Hal doesn't say a thing so far, but Jason twitches a little when Kyle accidentally flicks a nipple with the edge of the measuring tape as he drags it into an optimate position.

The three of them stay particularly silent when that happens. The air in the room thickens a little.

Next, Kyle sets the tape aside and rubs his hands together. 'To warm them up', he clarifies when he gets two raised eyebrows. This doesn't exactly clarify much. There's no need. Actions speak louder than words.

Kneeling in front of Jason, he smiles encouragingly.

"May I?," he asks, because he's got some manners still.

Jason only hesitates for a second.

"Just do it."

So Kyle grins, puts his thumbs right in between Jason's pecs, cupping the underside of the two of them with his hands. Hal snorts, eyes not missing a single thing, as Kyle lifts them up a little, pushing them up like his own hands were a bra. When he looks up, he notices there's redness in the tip of Jason's ears, slowly spreading all the way to the bridge of his nose. This only propels him to work harder.

So he repeats the pushing up action a couple of times more, attentively testing the give and the bouncy quality of the muscles. He hums, nods to himself, before relocating his hands, this time pressing his palm fully onto the flesh, fingers curling in, squeezing into the tender softness.

Jason surely tries to say something, but all that comes out is a choked gasp. The only other loud sound in the room is Hal's breathing, even in the exact way that lets you know he's purposefully trying to keep it that way. Kyle isn't paying too much attention, though. He's immersed in his testing, his measuring. To make sure he fully captures in his hands the feeling of Jason's chest.

He does think it's weird that Hal is this quiet. He chalks it up to a small blessing.

When he's satisfied, he slowly lets go, lets his fingertips caress the supple skin, brush over stiff nipples, appreciating the goosebumps arising to the surface.

"Had enough?," Jason's voice breaks them out of their trance. It sounds strangled. Kyle nods.

"Hal-"

"Yeah, yeah," he replies with fake ease, uncrosses his arms, which fall back to his sides. "Finish up this measuring nonsense."

The smile Kyle offers is bright enough to light up a whole planet.

He's getting down on his knees again, right in between another set of glorious thighs, face close to another beautiful chest. He has the urge to lick his lips but he doesn't, that would be weird. So he just cups Hal's pecs in his hands, feels the warmth irradiating from the skin, and begins pushing up.

Of course.

Of course that's when his window gets forced open, curtains pushed aside hastily, and none other than Guy Gardner floats in, brown paper bag of to-go food in one hand.

"Hey, Rayner! Hope you don't mind I'm here, I even brought-," he stops, one foot on the floor, torso already fully inside, and his eyes finally take in the heady atmosphere he just crashed like an agitated bull running amok inside an antiquities shop. "Uh... Huh?"

Hal has gone from being pliant under Kyle's hands to impenetrable marble. Kyle wants to cry. How can he test for bounciness like this?!

"Why is- Jordan, why are you undresse- who is this other guy?!"

Jason snorts.

"Hey, Hal, is everyone in the corps like this?"

"Shut up," a second, "John and Jessica are our only hope."

Guy has yet to move from his half in, half out spot. He focuses on where, exactly, Kyle's hands are.

"Did I just really walk in on a fucking three way? Kyle, you got the hots for Jordan? What the fuck?"

"Oh come on," Jason laughs a little, rolls his shoulders, makes himself look a little bigger, "who doesn't?"

[thenakedgingerwrites]

Would You Rather [Chapter 1]

The guys laughed at my addition to game night but were, at minimum, sarcastically supportive to try. The weekly ritual of me and a couple of my friends from work consisted of beer and board games every Thursday.

Matt and Jim both worked on my team, sort of, while John was our boss’s peer. Honestly having John invited to these probably wasn’t the most ‘ethical’ thing but we all genuinely enjoyed each others’ company and all loved games. I didn’t think John’s presence would be an issue and it hadn’t been.

Oh, and me, Kyle.

Sometimes another guy, Robert, came but he was spotty. He worked near us but was usually busy with something or another. Tonight it was just the four of us.

The game I found was from one of my favorite online board game stores and included very little in the box. There was, believe it or not, a DVD for the instructions, some stacks of paper and pencils, what looked to be a scorecard for up to 8 players, and a baggie of different board game pieces (dice, little colored squares, some coins, and other loose garbage). Online it had pretty good reviews and promised to be a unique experience unlike any other.

So after the laughter of the DVD instructions and clear scam I submitted to, we popped over to the living room and put the disc into my xBox. Man was this video old. It looked like a DVD copy of an early 90’s VHS.

A man came on screen and welcomed us to the game of “Would You Rather?” I had personally played a game by the same name where you had to guess what the other players would answer. It was a cute quick game that spawned good conversation. I assumed this would be similar.

As the host went on, I started to feel a little tired. Long day at the office I suppose. I accidentally dropped my head for a second but came too quickly just as he got to the rules of the game.

“Each player should write 2 options on a piece of paper for another player to choose from. That player will then have to choose to do one of the options or lose a point. Each player starts with 3 points and the last player standing is the winner.

Please pause the video now and have each player write a card for each other player. Resume the video once that is complete.”

Matt asked, “So I write one option per paper?”

“No,” John answered. “I think you write both options on a single sheet and then do the same for two other sheets. So you have a ‘would you rather’ question for each person.” “Oh, got it.” Matt looked up to the ceiling and scrunched his face while thinking of his options.

I added a bit of my strategy out loud, “So, I want you guys to pass on these right? That’s how you lose points.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jim confirmed. “I guess they should be pretty hard then.”

“Well that’s pretty easy then, right?” Matt asked. “I’ll just make you get naked.”

“And who said I wouldn’t do that?” Jim joked.

The guys were all straight, to my knowledge. Maybe bi, who knows. Each of them were married though with kids, except Robert who wasn’t here. I myself was gay and I think they knew it but we never really talked about it. The idea of any of them getting naked was kind of hot I had to admit.

Matt was pretty short but proportioned so nicely. I found myself staring at his butt through the week. Jim was like the complete opposite: a walking bear. Probably 6’5” and big all-around. I’d be lying if I didn’t secretly wonder if everything was big. John was the oldest in the group, maybe late 40s, but in great shape for his age. He had started to get some salt in his dark hair the past couple years and it suited him well. I, myself, was pretty average across the board. I kept in shape but mainly due to diet. I only hit the gym a couple times a week at best.

Back to the game.

I scribbled down some would you rathers that were pretty tame; mostly embarrassing stuff even though I would have loved to write out explicit acts. I didn’t want to weird anyone out.

When we had finished writing ours down, we put them face-down in front of us. Matt and Jim had been snickering the entire time. I pressed play on the video to figure out more specifics on the rules.

“Ready to continue and start the game? Good! Don’t turn away and keep watching and listening to me. You may not have known, but you’ve been hypnotized from an earlier part of this video. Sorry about that, but we found it to be a much more exciting game this way.”

What the fuck, I thought. I wanted to turn to see the other guys’ reaction but I couldn’t stop looking at the screen. I couldn’t even speak.

“The game will go as follows. You’ll all put your pieces of paper in a bowl or hat and take turns drawing them until all slips have been taken. Which means it’s possible to get your own card. I hope you weren’t too hard on your fellow players…

Also, there’s no opting out. Tonight is about the thrill of learning what your friends or family really would rather do. Once you read the options, you have to pick one and complete it unless physically impossible.”

What the fuck?!

“The game is over once all cards have been read. That’s it! Two final little adverts before I let you get on with your night. Firstly, once the game is over all you’ll remember is that this game was really fun, so be sure to leave us a good review online. And secondly, while leaving us a good review, check out our other selection of amazing games for your next party.

And with that, this video will finish and you can begin the game. Youngest player goes first and will continue in that order. Have fun!”

Once the video ended I was back to myself but we all exclaimed the same things. What the fuck. What is this shit. Oh my god. Fucking fuckers. Holy fuck. Etcetera.

“Kyle, what the fuck man?! Did you know about this!?” Matt asked.

“No! Honestly! It just had good reviews so I bought it. I had no idea!”

Jim layered on, “and you didn’t think to look over the rules first before you brought us into this shit?”

“You saw me open it up with you guys! Why would I have thought this was a possibility?!”

There was clearly anger in the room. There was very little question in anyone’s mind that it was real because I’m sure everyone had tried to turn away or speak or something during that monologue and none were successful. That’s when a tingling started in my mind, forcing me towards my first move. I knew I was the youngest.

“Fuck.”

“Me too,” John said. “It’s like I’m physically getting pushed back towards the table to play.”

We all tried to fight it but couldn’t and walked back to the table with our slips of paper. I went into the kitchen to grab a popcorn bowl and brought it to the center of the table. We each threw our cards into it and I mixed them around.

“I’m so sorry guys.” Matt had anguish on his face. “I just wanted you all to pass on my cards.”

“Fuck! Same. Shit fuck fuck,” Jim said.

I mixed the cards around and pulled the first one out. It felt like I was playing Russian Roulette. I recognized Jim’s sloppy handwriting instantly and my eyes darted to him.

He just closed his eyes in shame.

“Piss your pants or put hot sauce on your dick.”

“Sorry.” Jim clearly was ashamed but I assumed we would all feel that and many other emotions tonight.

“I.. I get it. No sorries, Jim. I guess… I’d rather piss myself.” I decided to stand, for some reason. It took me like 30 seconds to start since it’s foreign to piss with your clothes still on but was finally able to let loose. The warm liquid filled around my crotch and went down my leg, darkening a path on my jeans as it went. Luckily I had gone before the guys came over but I was still one beer in and had some volume backed up.

“Not what I was hoping to do with my night but better that then getting an infection on my junk or something…” I sat back down.

We all knew each others’ ages, relatively at least, and knew that Jim was next. He scrunched his eyes, clearly not wanting to grab a slip but couldn’t really help himself. He pulled one out and yelled, “Fucking A!”

We were all silently looking at him as he read aloud, “WYR, I assume that means ‘would you rather,’” Shit, I thought. It was one of my cards. “Do a naked hula dance or eat a tub of mayonnaise.”

I think we all wanted to laugh but were all still intimidated by the night to come. I should make it clear that none of us had seen each other in any sort of undress. Matt and I went to the same gym but almost never were there at the same time and never in the locker room together.

“My answer would probably have been different, but I’m hoping the hypnosis was right and no one will remember this tomorrow… Fuck me. I’d rather do the hula fucking dance.”

Oh god! Jim was going to get naked? I honestly expected the mayonnaise, while gross, wasn’t that bad and I only had like a fourth of the container left in my fridge. It was a couple spoonfuls at best. Should I tell him?

The internal debate was immediately thrown away when he reached for the button on his jeans. He slid down his denim and then removed his shirt as well. Standing in front of me in just his boxers I was speechless. He really was bit everywhere. His gut was big and hairy, pecs were massive, shoulders, arms, legs, …bulge. I couldn’t tell too much with his semi-baggy boxers but a second later he shucked them to the ground as well.

Jim stood there covering himself with his hands with another heavy sigh. “Okay, here we go.” He raised both arms and started to do his, admittedly poor, attempt at a Hawaiian hula dance. I was curious why he didn’t keep one hand down to cover himself but perhaps it was this hypnosis shit or maybe he just didn’t think of it. Either way, I got to prove out my theory that he was indeed big everywhere.

Jim had a pretty big bush but even-so his soft cock was quite visible. I would guess 4ish inches soft and quite thick which sprung fantasies into my head about how big he would be hard. I imagined he was a grower and the impressive 4 soft inches would be a thick 8 when excited. I dreamed that I’d get the opportunity to see tonight.

He continued to sway his hips for a minute or so. His cock and hefty balls swinging back and forth as he did. I couldn’t turn away, for obvious reasons, but could tell the other guys were also watching intently. I’m positive they’re straight so I chalked it up again to the hypnosis power. Maybe we had to look? Maybe we had to do a lot of things the announcer didn’t make clear to us? The excitement was constantly rimmed with fear in my mind.

And like that, Jim declared he was finished, and turned around to dress. I got to see his ripe ass as well which was a wonderful, hairy treat.

“Nice moves, Jimbo,” John said with a smile.

“Haha, ass.” Jim said as he finished putting his shirt on. “I figure you guys won’t remember so why not? And I know Matty’s been wanting to see my big ol’ dick for a while now.”

“Shut up, Jim.” Matt wasn’t enthused. Maybe because it was his turn.

Without much ceremony or grandeur he reached in and grabbed a slip of paper and started to curse under his breath. “It’s one of my own damn submissions.”

John said, “Well isn’t that the best? I’d personally rather get all my own so no one else has to do what I wrote.”

“Yeah well John, I’m a fucking asshole who wanted you all to lose.”

It was true that Matt was the most competitive. Maybe it was a size thing, but he was always very competitive in all the games we played even if they were co-op.

“Would you rather suck everyone’s dick or send everyone at work a dick pic?”

“Oh…” John said.

“Yeah. Fuck me ‘oh’.” Matt wasn’t happy at all and I knew why. While our memories would hopefully be wiped clear from the night if he sent out a picture of his dick to everyone at work that would certainly be there tomorrow and would likely result in him getting fired or in the BEST case he’d get a huge warning and everyone would have a picture of his dick.

“At least you won’t remember?” Jim tried to cheer him up.

“Hard to find the silver lining in that with three dicks in my mouth, you dick.”

“Hey, you wrote it you dingus. Don’t get angry at us.”

“Fuuuuuuuck.” I could tell he wasn’t happy and was fighting it but whatever power this game had over us couldn’t be stopped and would push you towards the choice. “Get your fucking dick out, Jim.”

“Me first? Why?”

“Because you’re right next to me and I don’t fucking know or care. I just want to get this out of the way.”

Jim didn’t really protest further since it would be each of us one way or another. He unzipped his pants and lifted his butt off his chair to pull them and his underwear down a bit under his balls. He was still soft but did look a bit bigger than a minute ago.

“What if I can’t get hard?” he asked.

I answered, for some reason, “Something tells me the hypnosis will ensure we all cooperate.”

Matt got down off his chair and moved between Jim’s legs. His head actually blocked my view which frustrated me. I wanted to move around to watch but since John wasn’t moving I figured the urge was my own gay ones vs. the game. And if he was staying put I should too.

“Fuck me,” was the last thing Matt said before leaning in and taking Jim into his mouth. Jim let a little ‘ohh’ out immediately but then just leaned his head back. The sounds of a sloppy blowjob were obvious but at least Matt was using a lot of saliva. I really wish I could have watched the action. By Matt’s head bobs I’d assume he was only going down maybe 3-4 inches but was that because it was all he could take or because that’s all there was? Was Jim even hard yet?

Two minutes went by with just the sound of a wet blowjob and occasional moans from Jim. I was painfully hard and afraid that would be too ‘gay’ once it became my turn. Suddenly Jim shot his head back forward and looked down at Matt.

“Matt, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”

Matt didn’t stop. I’m positive it was the hypnosis because there’s no way he would swallow but I guess the blow job was inferred to be ‘to completion’ mixed with ‘spitters are quitters.’

“Fuck.. ah fuck. FUUUCK!” Jim clearly shot into Matt’s mouth. Matt continued to bob during Jim’s sensitive eruption which lead to Jim’s body just convulsing. He didn’t push Matt off and instead rode with the waves of euphoria and climax.

It wasn’t until Jim’s convulsions stopped that Matt withdrew himself from Jim’s cock. “This is so fucking gross,” was all he said as he crawled under the table. That’s when I got to see Jim’s cock. Probably deflated a bit but still hard from the BJ he had just gotten, glistening with spit and remnants of his own semen. I was pretty spot on with my estimate. He was as thick as I expected and probably just shy of 8 inches now. His balls were pulled tight against his body still as he breathed heavily, eyes closed.

That’s when I noticed Matt’s hands on John’s leg. “Okay, dick hole, get your dick out.”

John obliged but stood up to undo his belt and jeans. He slid everything all the way down to his ankles and, most surprisingly, took off his shirt. “You don’t have to get naked, man!” Matt said.

“I know, but I like being naked when I get my dick sucked, you cocksucker.” He winked at Matt as he sat back down but I wasn’t really paying attention to their words. Sitting next to me, I could see all of John’s body for the first time in my life.

He was probably the most-fit out of all us. His body hair was limited but in all the right spots. Hairy pecs, a treasure trail that turned thicker as it roped down his torso, and a manicured bush highlighting a beautiful package. Nothing about John’s cock or balls was exceptional in dimension but man was it a good-looking dick. It was like what a well sculpted, realistic dildo would look like. I did notice that he shaved his balls though. John clearly took care of himself even now into his 40s, married, with 3 kids.

The other thing, of note, was that John was already rock hard. Perhaps it was the hypnosis or perhaps John was a bit more experimental than I thought. Either way, he was ready for Matt and Matt wasn’t enthused. I’m sure he wouldn’t be enthused either way though.

I won’t bore you with the struggles of a straight guy giving a blow job but in short, he couldn’t fit much in. The 3-4 inches was all Matt was capable of taking which is probably pretty good for a guy that’s never had a dick near his face, I assume.

While Matt sucked, John played with his own nipples. He moaned a lot more than Jim and even encouraged him by name. John wasn’t living in a fantasy, picturing his wife or something, he was living in the moment.

“Oh, fuck yeah Matt. Suck my cock. Mmmm, you’re so good at his man. That feels so good, Matt.”

I looked over to Jim quickly. He had put his cock away but his hand happened to be covering his clothed cock. Was he getting hard again? He was certainly watching the show.

The blowjob went on for probably three minutes before John placed a hand behind Matt’s head. “Here it comes, Matt. You’re gonna make me blow.”

In response Matt just greedily sucked, forced to give the best blowjob he could. John’s stomach tightened up and his balls retracted as he came. Based on his own convulsions I imagine he shot 5-6 ropes into Matt’s mouth. Unfortunately, since Matt doesn’t know how to deep throat he got to taste all of John’s spunk on his tongue before swallowing. Maybe I should teach him sometime, I joked to myself.

Then fear.

I just realized it meant it was about to be my turn and the embarrassment crept up on me. Sure, they hopefully wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow but how could I not still feel ashamed. I wasn’t some sort of exhibitionist.

When Matt finally let John’s cock out of his mouth John made no effort to redress. He just sat there, naked and still hard, looking over at me. “Your turn, buddy.”

Matt didn’t even have words at this point. He actually started to unbutton my jeans for me! They were still wet from my piss but cold and kind of gross to peel off. I decided, like John, to just remove them all-together with my underwear. I kept my shirt on but it felt much better to be without bottoms.

Matt looked at my dick, then up at me. My cock was pretty good. About 7 inches and average thickness? Maybe a hair thinner than average if I’m honest with myself but I like the shape. Straight as an arrow, unlike me.

While looking at me, Matt placed the head of my dick into his mouth. I was pleasantly surprised that Matt didn’t use any teeth. He still didn’t take much in but it really wasn’t a bad blowjob. Then again a warm mouth feels pretty good on your dick no matter what.

Perhaps due to the practice or maybe the hypnosis, Matt got a bit more into it. One hand rested on my thigh, massaging it lightly, while the other grasped me around my base. He started to jack me off a bit while he blew me. He probably just wanted me to finish quicker, actually.

Lucky for him, I did. Partly because it was a good blowjob but more-so fueled by the facts of what just transpired over the past 10 minutes I was ready to go. He maybe blew me for a minute before I shot. I’m not even going to feign embarrassment at that.

I may be relatively average on most things but I know that my dick is a bit above average length and I know I shoot well above-average. Typically I edge for a while before shooting which helps but even in my quick jack-off sessions I drench the toilet paper I use to clean up. Poor Matt had to swallow probably two tablespoons of my jiz and swallow he did. Even a bit leaked out of his mouth and when he unsheathed me from his lips he licked it up. Man was he committed.

I looked over at John after my climax and he was still naked, and still hard. Following his suit, I opted to stay naked mainly because the alternative was to put on wet, cold jeans. Instead I just scooted in further to the table to hide my own non-ceasing erection.

“So.. um,” John said.

“Please. I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to get this over with,” Matt said, back in his chair.

“I was just going to thank you, but fair enough. I guess it’s my turn then.”

John reached in and grabbed a slip. “Run to the end of the street naked or ask the neighbor for a cup of sugar in your underwear.” Another one of mine.

“Well,” John said, “that’s not so bad considering.”

“You’re damn right.” Matt added.

“I think I’d rather take my chances getting spotted running down the dark sidewalk then have to face your neighbors, Kyle. Especially since I don’t think my erection’s not going away anytime soon.”

John got up and walked over towards the front door, indeed being led by his cock right out in front of him. He had a dick like mine that pointed straight out. We all followed him to the door, me covering my own erection with my shirt, poorly. We knew he’d actually do it due to the hypnosis but general curiosity and rubbernecking meant we wanted to watch to see if he’d get spotted.

It was dark but my neighborhood has street lights so his pale body was still pretty visible. John made good time bounding down the 40 or so yards to the end of my block and back. I got to see his firm, squarish ass as he ran away and his bobbing dick and he ran back. I didn’t realize how hot it would be to see a guy naked out in public.

I couldn’t be sure no one saw him but at least no one came outside to yell at him. I had a breif thought of panic that if someone called the cops what would we do? Would we be able to stop the game to answer the door? What if we got arrested without finishing? Hopefully I wouldn’t find out.

When we were all seated I congratulated John on his ‘naked mile’ and he accepted the praise, laughing it off.

“I’m not sure why you’re so happy about all this,” Matt said, agitated.

“Well. I’m still pretty sure none of us will remember this so from my eyes nothing really matters. Plus I just got a great blowjob from this amazing cock sucker.”

Matt laughed a little, “Man, shut up.”

“Really Matt. I kind of wish you’d remember tonight. You’ve got a thing for sucking dicks.”

“You’re all gay!” Matt yelled. He couldn’t help but crack a smile though.

Jim added in, “alright, let’s please finish this. Kyle, your turn.”

“I know..”

I reached into the bowl and pulled out a slip. I saw the words before I read them out loud. I looked to Matt instantly remembering his last slip and he just grimaced. It was definitely his and was going to take tonight to a whole new level.

[chubbydrawer]

George Gingerbread

They say there is a tale of a father named George who always put his family off during the holidays, working long nights. Choosing to make money rather than be with his family. Until that fateful day on Christmas Eve. While driving to work he got into a car accident instantly killing him. Santa saw what had happened and the regret the man had for not seeing his family. So his soul was turned into a gingerbread man and in exchange for helping Santa convince other fathers to spend less time at work and more with their families, he could see his family every holiday.

Kyle sat at the office working hard on his board for demonstrating a new idea to the office by January second. It was December 24th and everyone was just leaving the building to go home to their families. Kyles friend Doug stood in the doorway shaking his head.

“I can’t believe you are going to continue working when you are free to go home to your family!” He said disappointed l.

“I gotta get this done! It’s very important, especially if I want that raise!”

“Kyle I get wanting more money but you need to go home! You have a wife and two kids waiting for you to come home!”

“I will I will! Just staying later till this is finished.”

“Well suit yourself. I am heading home for the holidays! See you next week.”

Doug turned to gather his coat and left on the elevator home. Kyle however sat plugging away at numbers.

A few hours went by and it was now 10pm Kyle got thirsty so he went into the offices break room to grab some water. As he headed back to his desk he saw a small little box wrapped in red and had a green bow on it.

“Hello, who dropped this off?”

Nobody replied, he figured it was maybe Doug or someone in the office who left it hear and left while he got the water. He sat in his office chair and slid the small box in front of him. On his desk. He ran his hand through his full brown locks wondering what on earth it could be! He tugged at the bow until it came loose and gently peeled back the wrapping paper to a red box with a lid. He slowly lifted the lid revealing a cute gingerbread man cookie. Funnily enough the cookie was dressed just like him and had the same features! It had slightly long brown hair piped with frosting and his chestnut brown eyes too! He even wore the same blue button down shirt and Kahkis followed by his brown Clark’s boots! He stared at the cookie amused! Must have been a funny office prank from one of his co workers. The only weird part about the cookie was it didn’t look like a normal cookie cutter type this cookie was rounder like it was supposed to resemble a chubby man. Maybe the cookie just got too spread out when it baked her thought. He was a tad hungry so he put the cookie up to his mouth and took a bite. It was absolutely delicious! He promptly finished the cookie within a few bites and got back to work!

It was another thirty minutes after he had finished his cookie when he heard a strange noise. It sounded like small footsteps entering his office but when he looked up he saw nobody.”Hello?” He called out, but nobody replied. He thought it was his imagination until someone called out his name “Kyyyle.” He looked up again a bit startled seeing there was nobody there. He pushed himself away from his desk in his chair a bit scared.

“Who’s there, don’t try to scare me!”

“You should go home to your family Kyle!” The voice said.

“I don’t know who you are but leVe me alone I’m trying to work!”

Just then he saw a small gingerbread man hop up onto his desk. Kyles jaw dropped in disbelief!

“What the fuck” he said surprised

“Hiya the names George Gingerbread”

Kyle just stared at him confused and shocked. How was a cookie talking to him!

“ listen buddy I tried the ole scary tactic to try to get you home but it obviously didn’t work so I’m going to try another approach here. First off yes I am a gingerbread man so close your lip and stop gawking!”

Kyle closed his mouth but kept staring confused.

“Icame here today because you are here on Christmas Eve rather than at home with your family.Its Christmas Eve you need to spend time with them, money isn’t everything trust me!”

“How can you talk!?” Kyle said still shocked

“I used to be a man just like you but I made a mistake and now I’m a gingerbread man and I’m trying to prevent people like you from doing the same!”

“People like me?”

“Yes workoholics who would rather choose work over their families.”

“ listen I just want to get a raise that’s all it’s not wrong to work hard for the people you love!”

@ sure it’s not wrong for you to work hard for the people you love but it is wrong to ignore them day to day and especially on a holiday!”

“ I’m just going to finish my work and then I’ll head home I. A few hours.”

“It’s already late and you still want to work l...I’m obviously not getting through to you. I used to be like you a working man who always thought about the money or the next raise and my family suffered. It only took till me dying in an accident to understand how wrong I was! Don’t suffer the same fate!”

“ Im really sorry that that happened to you but promise in a few hours I will go home I just really want that raise.”

“*sigh* I guess if you want it that bad. I would just be careful with these desk jobs. I hear they’re notorious for causeing people to pack on the pounds!” George said with a small smirk.

Just then Kyle felt a small rumble in his belly.he looked down to see his belly slight visible under his shirt which was impossible! He was a skinny guy with a nice bit of muscles, there was no way he had a belly! He thought it was bloating until he saw it expand before his eyes pressing tighter into his button up.”what the fuck?” He pressed his fingers into his belly but what he felt shocked him! Instead of a stiff hard belly it was soft and dough like. “What the hell is going on?!” He looked angrily at George

“Just giving you your just desserts! Let me show you the toll years in the office sitting on your ass will do to you in just one night!”

“How are you doing this!”

“That cookie you ate had magic in it... just in case I had to be more persuasive...”

“Ah please make it stop!” He said as his stomach continued to expand further tightening his shirt.”

“Go home to your family”

“I can’t I have to work!”

“Then you can enjoy your new size while you work!”

“Gah no! P-lease”

His belly was now the size of a basketball, his shirt revealing strips of flesh between his buttons. He sat there in his office chair holding the sides of his belly watching and feeling it expand under his fingers! “Oh fuck” he said feeling aroused and terrified at the same time. His pecs were not starting to swell with his belly now causing the top buttons of his dress shirt to tighten. Around his growing form. He started to feel pain around his waist as his love handles grew thicker,further tightening his pants . PING! He watched as his pants button flew off of him sending his belly surging forward. The button flew across the room smacking George clean i. The face knocking him of the desk! “Ah damn that smarted” he said rubbing his head. For the minute that distracted George making Kyle stop expanding for the moment. He looked around at his body. He could tell by the way his arms pressed into his shirt that they lost all definition his thighs were also seemingly bigger making his pants more skinny jean like. He could also feel his ass had grown taking up a bit more of the chair. George hopped back up on the desk. “Now where were we? Oh yes I was making you a dough boy!” He grinned and the Kyle resumed expanding! “ please stop everything is so tight ah!” There is only one way I’ll stop and that’s to go home!”

“I need the promotion”

“Hm wow your persistent. We’ll go on with work then don’t mind me!”

Kyle was still growing! He felt a POP! And then another POP! One buy one the buttons around his belly pinged off and shot across the room. His belly wobbled forward flopping into his lap. His sleeves and pant legs were now so tight they were tearing at the seams. RIIIIIIPPP.!!!! “Oh my it seems your fat ass got to big for your britches!” George said mockingly! “You are gonna pay for this!” Kyle said in anger!” “Oh I highly doubt it but I know you definitely are!” Kyle looked in a mirror on his wall in the office. He couldn’t recognize himself. His face was no longer angular but now was filled with fat blending into his neck. His belly was big and round and covered most of his lap now! He looked 350 lbs a pure lard! “Oh fuck” he said shocked at his size. With another big surge of his body his shirt and pants completely burst of sending his body into a fit of quivering.

“PLEASE make it stop I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?”

“Yes please I don’t want to be so huge” as he said this the chair broke from under him causing him to fall to the floor his whole body shaking as he fell.

“ ok I will not only stop this but also make you thinner if you agree to leave work and spend the entire holidays with our family from now on!”

“Fine whatever you want! I get it I love them and I promise I will just please make this stop!

“Ok it’s a deal!... but before I stop this and change you back.... I want to see you fill up this office.”

“Oh gosh please no. I want to be thin again!”

“I promise after I will but come on let’s have some fun!”

“ uh...fine but only if you change me back once you’re done!”

“Perfect!” He said with a grin.

With that Kyle grew and grew! He laid flat on the floor as his body thickened and his belly continued to rise. He was bearing 400 lbs and his underwear was feeling every inch of it! He just got fatter and fatter. He didn’t want to admit it to George but now he was secretly enjoying it. He continued to grow and grow his whole backside was now causing him to round out with fat. He filled out more and more of the room. Every bit a growth causing hi. To quiver! He rounded out more now so fat that his appendages were being sucks so to his bulbous frame. By the time he stopped his whole body took up half the room and looked like a marshmallow. He laid there imobile. Just then he felt his whole body ripple as George jumped all around his belly like a giant trampoline!

“Wow you are so huge and squishy!”

“Haha I guess I am!”

“Hmmm part of me wants to keep you this big forever!”

“Oh god please no!”

“Don’t worry I won’t! You wouldn’t really be able to be a dad if you were this size!” So I’ll shrink you down!”

With that jack started to decrease in size all his blubber melting away. Jack stood up now completely naked!

“Hey I thought you were going to make me the size I was before? Well I was but u think you look good with a bit of chub!

He looked in the mirror and observed himself! He looked well built and had a nice structure of muscle but was covered in a nice thick layer of fat and he had a nice round belly.

“Haha thanks man I guess I do look good this way!.... do you think you could get me some clothes?”

“ OH YEAH SURE!”

A red button up and green kahkis appeared before him and he through them on ready for his travels home to his family!

“Thank you again for making me realize that I had been wrong.”

“It’s what I do now go get your family! Also I want to give you a gift!”

He handed a small red box to Kyle. He opened it to reveal a pair of red and green underwear!

“I know you secretly enjoyed getting fatter so whenever you put these on you will have the powers to control your weight to any size you want!”

“Wow thanks! I’ll admit I kinda did!”

He gave George a high five and left to go to his wife and kids. George’s work was done so he transformed into his normal self and headed to see his family. Meanwhile As Kyle drove home he was wondering how he was going to explain his new size to his wife. And he also couldn’t wait to try out his new gift

[raven-whisperer]

Jay x Jay - Earth 11 (Caution: Lemon)

[Takes place during Countdown]  @fade-works Please enjoy, I just finished it.

“Jason! Where are you going?” Donna shouted as he left the green bubble produced by Kyle’s ring. He felt the heavy gaze of the nearly all-female Justice League and his own companions as he was now halfway to the nearest alley. The heaviest gaze from Batwoman - her black lipstick covered lips tight and flat and one brow raised. His detective's brain picked apart her body language, a mirror to Bruce’s. She must have been thinking the same thing he was - the other Batperson had lost their second Robin as well. 

“Look, if Raynor gets to meet Kylie then I think it's only fair I meet the other Hood.” He shrugged at Donna, already walking again. As soon as he was in the alley, it would be easy to look for himself. If people knew him like they thought they did, they knew he was never hard to find. 

“Jason!” 

“It’ll only be an hour.” He shouted back.

“The world is ending!”

“Exactly.” 

“Let him go,” Superwoman cut in, “it's not every day you get to meet another version of yourself from an alternate timeline. In fact, I was wondering where I or I guess Superman, is in all this.” 

“Uh-.” Jason ducked out of earshot, already on his own trail. If he wasn’t busy saving the multiverse than he would have been... He kicked the top of a sewer lid and felt it's hollow reverberation - jackpot. He slammed his heel into the side, causing the lid to flip up and out, revealing a ladder leading down into a poorly lit room. 

He climbed down, dragging the lid back over his head. He could hear the news, a male version of Vicki Vale he assumed, talking off the ears of Gotham citizens about today’s tragedy. The room he saw was eerily identical to his own - a low and unused table with a stained couch covered in blankets that had recently been slept in. 

An office chair was leaned back and the scent of Big Belly burger brand burgers wafted into his nose. A woman was sitting in the chair, surrounded by monitors that were a cheap imitation of the batcomputer. Several empty cups of soda and coffee were scattered around the area. 

“Tell me who you are and maybe you can leave with a knee cap,” she said around a burger, not even bothering to look at him. She had a gun in her hand, still encased in Kevlar gloves. 

“Easy,” he said. “I didn’t come to lose a knee cap. I came to talk.” 

She finally turned, showing a face eerily like his own if it were smaller and narrower at the chin. Razor-sharp blue looks bored into him, long black hair framing her face. She was still in uniform, the red bat symbol on her chest sparking with electricity. Her eyes went wide, “Holy shit.” 

“Yeah.” 

“What are you?”

“I think it's a little obvious. I’m Red Hood - Jason Todd on my earth.” 

“Jacin Todd,” she replied. “Wow, I knew I was good looking, I just never expected my alter to be so... Damn. You’re like a goddamn Dorito-shaped hero like on TV.” She stood up, leaving her gun on the table, as she walked around Jason, taking him in. 

“And you’re nearly as curvy, which includes muscles by the way, as my earth’s Wonder Woman.” He noted. 

“What’s with the outfit? I usually prefer brown leather to black - you’re not even wearing a proper chest plate. And where’s your hood, Hood?” 

“Long story,” he replied, “I don’t have long. Saving the multiverse and all.” 

She stared at him, hard, swallowing when her eyes past below his belt. “So you think we’ll have time for-.”

“Absolutely.” 

She shrugged off her jacket, throwing it over her chair and quickly unzipping her chest piece. “Get on the couch.” There was a growl to her command, far too much like a feminine version of Bruce for him to be comfortable and yet it got him more excited - that could be confirmed by the way his pants felt like they were getting smaller. 

Jason shrugged off his jacket and yanked off his shirt, tossing it to the floor before finding himself pushed down onto the couch. Jacin pulled off his mask, blue eyes meeting blue eyes for a heated moment, breath shared. He fumbled with his belt before Jacin managed to rip it off him and tug down his pants to his knees. Not how he envisioned this happening, but he wasn’t going to complain. She was already in just her underwear - was that suit always so easy to get off? - and climbed on top of him. 

She pushed her chest against his, and he felt every soft curve around his own pecs. She was just as toned as he was - symmetrical abs and a cut figure with strong biceps. The perfect alternate version of himself and he was absolutely out of his mind with curiosity to know what it would like to have sex with himself - especially when he was as hot as he thought she’d be. 

He had other questions of course, about the Joker and Batwoman, but all of them were erased when Jacin started to grind against him through the fabric of her panties, sending electric shocks of pleasure up his spine. He had been more than a little excited when he got here and when she ordered him down and now he was fully at attention. God, this was so weird and yet she was the person who knew him best in any version of the infinite earths. She put a hand on his shoulder, increasing the rhythm that she ground against him, just barely brushing his most sensitive area, nearly moaning between heavy breaths.

“How much time do you have?” 

“About forty minutes, not including the walk of shame back.” 

“We better hurry up.” She ripped off her panties, throwing them somewhere in the dark and pulled him into herself until he bad disappeared within her. She was hot around him, the muscle squeezing him just where his most sensitive spot was. She moaned aloud, her back arching, pressing harder against his spot and he did the same. 

“Christ, it's the same,” he moaned. He put his hands on her hips, taking in the scars that were identical to the ones on his own body. Marks from the crowbar and late nights as a vigilante. He wanted to see her back, get a different look at his own scars and the one on her head but she was moving now, riding him like an expert. Her life was identical to his and yet completely different. 

“Don’t think,” she said, “my mind’s reeling, too, but we don’t have enough time.” 

“Just one question,” he squeezed out before groaning as she rubbed against his spot again. 

“Babs?” 

“Wait, your Batgirl, I guess Batboy is also named Barbara?” 

“It's a surprisingly uncommon man’s name.” 

“Very common on my earth.” 

“To answer your question; yes. But we’re not thinking about Babs, we’re thinking about this.” She moved his hips in a circle before taking him back in, eliciting a moan from him.

He nodded and Jacin grabbed his face, pushing her lips against his, tasting like cheeseburgers and a mint she’d probably had before she bought food. Her hands were in his hair, hips crashing down on his. Every part of her felt familiar and strange and he was driving him inside, his body tingling with pleasure as climax was around the corner. 

“Oh fuck,” she cried, squeezing him as she started to move faster. “Fuck!” She kept going and he felt himself begin to swell, an intense pressure building up inside him as she kept going. He pushed his hips up, meeting her halfway and groaned when he came, feeling her press on him far tighter than before. 

He laid back against the couch, catching his breath and Jacin panted on top of him. 

“One last thing,” she said. She reached forward and grabbed his chest as he did the same - his hands around her soft breasts and hers around his soft pecs. 

“You’ve got great tits,” they said at the same time. 

Jason laughed and started to sit up. “I gotta go.” 

“Kinda sucks,” she said. “Well, if you’re ever in town, you know which one-eight hundred-redarse number.” 

“God, Roy did that here, too?”

“Big time. Now, go save the world - and tell Bryce to suck it.” 

[A/N: First time writing from a male POV during a lemon - constructive criticism welcome.]