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pumpkin-patch-chronicles · 4 months ago

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Out Of Season

By: PumpkinPatchChronicles

*These stories are 18+ and should not be viewed/read by anyone underage. Thank you.*

It had been a long week for Dan leading up to Halloween night. He had just finished up at the gym after getting off his droll data entry job, leaving behind an array of assignments that would be waiting patiently for him once he returned. The Autumn air was a comfort from the heat he had built up, and with the colorful foliage, unusually quiet walk downtown and Halloween falling on a weekend he was more than ready to relax the entire time.

Dan was a very handsome, hairy, thick muscled young man of 28 with juicy biceps, monstrous forearms, tree trunk legs, barrel chested and well endowed for someone his size and thickness. His hair was mostly dark brown (almost black) with silver hairs here and there, reflecting the early signs of aging yet still decades away from being considered “old” or “haggard”. If you were to catch him in the gym (unlike where our story begins) you’d see him in a somewhat tight tank top, black athletic shorts that perhaps were a bit shorter and tighter for someone of his statute, and finished with a nice pair of white Nikes overshadowing his black ankle athletic socks. One thing to note about Dan is that, because of his stress at work coupled with his need to feel better constantly, he often went commando in hopes of showing off to all the guys there. After all why not, he was in good shape and loved the attention (as well as the occasional shared shower experience from a more than willing participant).

This time however he had just about enough of the week; he even wore a pair of regular white boxers, feeling no need to be close to anyone after the BS he had gone through. So with little reservation for what he had left behind, he made his way from the gym through the small down town streets until he reached the town homes where he lived with a roommate (rent on his low ass salary in a townhouse downtown, forget it!). Fortunately he had an extra comfort to look forward to, his roommate would be out of town visiting family over the weekend leaving him free to indulge in his more - natural state. As he ended his brisk venture through the streets to his doorstep he was greeted with an unusual surprise that wasn’t so much one to him as it was a mysterious annoyance. There sitting just off to the side against the brick wall railing was a freshly carved Jack-O-Lantern with a somewhat suave expression to it.

Naturally he though his roommate had made it and left it out, expecting him to bring it in so it didn’t get damaged on Halloween night. Regardless he scooped it up somewhat begrudgingly and brought it in. Upon entering the open living\dining\kitchen layout he sat the gourd on the coffee table and went to his room on the second floor. Once settled he stripped down to his underwear and sat on the bed, still reflecting on the disparagingly rough week. Fortunately for him, he had used his frustration to work out extra hard this time, resulting in his muscles being tight (as well as a growing third leg). Pleased with the idea of an uninterrupted JO sesh, he immediately began working on his sensitive member through the underwear. Normally he’d just throw them off and go at it, but the extra compression felt really good that night, so he though what the hell. All the while his lust advanced, another presence advanced from the first floor to his ajar door with him completely oblivious to the situation unfolding. Without warning, sound, any notion something was happening he felt a thud on his head, he became dizzy, his vision fading to black…

After some time (which Dan had no way of really knowing) his vision and consciousness returned to him. He hadn’t known what happened to him or why, but a new pressing matter quickly took his full attention. Lying on the bedside he tried to put himself upright, but for whatever reason he couldn’t manage to move. In fact the more he tried to move the more he realized he couldn’t feel ANY part of his body. He went to yell, holler, scream for help, but also realized he couldn’t speak anymore. As he laid on the bed fretting his situation, a once faint sound of rubbing cloth grew louder in his peripheral hearing. He didn’t know quite what that sound could be and wondered if his body was in fact moving on the covers, giving him some hope that he might be regaining control. Then out of nowhere the sound stopped, he felt the bed shift, heard a couple of steps, and what was no doubt the most shocking of all, felt two fairly large hands grab his head by its sides.

Within moments he was off the bed and moving towards a punching bag dummy (the kind that just had a torso and pelvis down to a fourth or fifth of the thigh) at a somewhat quick pace. He couldn’t understand how someone had gotten in, let alone pick a guy his size up by the head and travel that briskly. As he remained consumed in puzzled confusion, the hands forcefully plopped him down on the dummy, sending a discomforting pain through his neck. With his vision now locked in at the height of his punching bag, the hands slowly pivoted him around, revealing the biggest shock he had ever had in his life.

There standing opposite of him was his body, yet it wasn’t just his body…it was his body with a different head!!! The Jack-O-Lantern he had brought in that night before going up to his room was now on his broad hairy shoulders, controlling his body’s every move, every gesture, …every desire. With him firmly planted on his room’s workout equipment, his body walked back over to the bed, sat down where it had prior before he’d detached from it, and went back to stroking his now thick and erect meat log. As Dan tried to struggle off the mannequin the pumpkin on his neck stump turned to look at him. Once face to face, Dan’s body began rubbing his meat harder in his underwear, the suave expression of his body’s new head looking him down.

With each new stroke, Dan’s thick muscles heaved and flexed with the pleasure of masturbation. His voluptuous soft chest bellowing in and out, his nipples hard and fully erect like his family pride. His bulging biceps flexed with masculine envy as each rub of his pride was executed without any say from him, the former controller of it. Dan’s massive fuzzy thighs grew more spread apart as his arm became more vigorous in it’s task. All Dan could do was watch now, watch and wonder how some goofy ass pumpkin made it’s way from the living room to his bedroom and usurped him of his masculinity, his power, his very being. Dan knowing his body well now saw (after roughly an hour and a half of jerking off) his thighs spread wide, his torso lean back heavy in breath, the exhales coming out as hollowed wisps of wind from the Jack-O-Lantern mouth…his body was ready to climax.

Then and there, just as the though of his body being in complete control of a foreign entity increased his worries, his body let out a massive exhale, his juicy pecs bouncing, his legs and arms quivering, and his once cum free underwear became ground zero for once of the most massive squirts he’d ever had. As his body convulsed in ecstasy, his massive thick cock (still concealed in his underpants) shot thick hot globs of cum in and through the thin fabric of his undergarments. His massive frame heaving back and forth with every shot, pooling in his pants and on his hairy muscled thighs. All the while Dan sat in amazement at his body’s power and masculinity (his distress quickly pivoting to lust and envy of not being there to taste his thick salty cum, to suckle on his massive tit, to be lost in his overall massive being), each new spirt shifting his desire more and more.

After a solid three to four minutes of cumming and convulsing, Dan’s body finally came to rest laying back on the covers and pillow of his bed. Another two minutes came and went, and without warning Dan’s body sat upright, the pumpkin now looking back at Dan’s head on the other side of the room. It was clear by his face that Dan wanted to be at his body to live out his lustful fantasies, so with a quick leap and a steady stride, Dan’s body walked over, removed him from the punching bag, brought him to the bed, and sat him at his own cock (his body having removed it’s underwear entirely) covered in hot sticky seed. His body went to encourage the former head to begin nursing, but soon found itself taken off guard at Dan’s willingness to jump on his own former dick. His body soon laid back again, Dan cross-eyed and lost in his own former genitals, rubbing sensually against his hairy inner thighs flexing in satisfaction at the prospect of their former head servicing them to new future climaxes…

The Next Day:

Dan woke up in a grudged state, not recalling at all what had happened last night. As he sat trying to adjust his vision he could only recall the strange dream he’d had; his body no longer being his, the inability to feel it or control it, the inability to talk, and the vivid memories of lusting on his own meat after a large and hot climax. Within moments as his vision solidified, he found out all too real that what he’d experienced last night on Halloween wasn’t a dream, but in fact reality for him now.

Vision in full effect, Dan found himself back on his punching bag mannequin facing the direction of his bed, where he saw his body on (nearly) full display. Starring back at him was his massive unit of a body with pumpkin in place of his actual head, flexing it’s power and dominance in the light of a new morning. Yet Dan’s face was now shocked, as his vision focused in on the now rapidly decayed berry which took his place as owner and controller of his sex. The once suave expression now semi caved in, the luster and sheen of the color dull and waxed. His body acted as if nothing was amiss, yet from Dan’s perspective his pride was in the control of a short lived thief.

Despite it’s appearance, the actions of the pumpkin in control of Dan’s body did not wane. It proudly flexed Dan’s hairy thick muscles back at him, popping it’s chest, tensing it’s biceps, showcasing it’s tree truck quads and calves, with Dan’s family legacy dancing underneath the covers as if an animal were trying to escape the darkness into the light. There was obvious pride in the actions of Dan’s former body. The pumpkin which had just been some left alone decoration was now in charge of a mass powerhouse of testosterone, fur, and musk. Each flex a slap in the face, each twitch a middle finger to it’s former owner, each unseen drip from it’s ever erect staff a final line in a signature of complete surrender. It was without doubt ecstasy in the face of forfeiture, a sign of unwillingly yielded dominance; despite Dan’s facial expressions of worry and the pumpkin’s expressions of expiration…they both truly and unwaveringly loved it.

After an initial 20 minutes of flexing and teasing, Dan’s body arose from his bed, walked back over (fully naked say his pair of black athletic ankle socks) and removed Dan from the bag, setting him in full view of his former body up close and personal. Dan didn’t know what to expect, yet within moments he found his face rested against one of his massive hairy tits. With nudging encouragement from the pumpkin head, Dan soon took his former nipple in his mouth and began to suckle. Every lick, every nip, every suction of his former masculine breast left his body in lust and arousal, flexing it each time Dan made a move on it. Dan secretly wished his pecs milked; it’d be amazing to experience that as a disembodied head servicing his own body to production, yet that was (unfortunately for his lustful fantasy) not his case. Despite this, after some time going at both his barrels, his body shifted him to one of his hairy pits, to which he proceeded to attack it like a lion to its prey in the vast emptiness of the Savannah.

When his body became satisfied with it’s muscle worship via Dan’s tongue, it shifted the covers to reveal a fully erect 9 inch long, 2 inch thick monster, voluptuous kiwis hanging low, leaking warm fluids of desire and pent up excitement. Dan was fixated on his throbbing mast, yet began his pelvic journey at the fruit of his manliness. Due to the size and girth, Dan could only take one testicle at a time, yet the sensations were not lost, the pleasure void of any lacking. Within time it was the final embrace, the moment Dan had wanted since being brought over to the bed to service his former temple of alpha dominance…it was time to take his shaft at full attention.

His body took him by the hair and hoisted him to the attention of his throbbing thick glans, now covered in a thin layer of warm, salty nectar. In haste and desire Dan took his former helmet into his willing mouth, his eyes going back at the sensations brought to his tongue at the behest of his own body. Embracing the rapture of all his available tactile gifts left to him, he downed the upper portion of his shaft, causing his body to arc and shutter at the readily warm and moist orifice that is Dan’s mouth and remaining throat. There was no telling how much time had passed regarding Dan’s perspective, yet from the context of the light coming into his bedroom window he surmised that it must have been nearly an hour of giving oral pleasure to his meat. As if on cue, Dan recognized his body’s physical motions for it’s time to climax.

Dan closed his eyes and awaited to be filled mouth first with his warm seed, but his body had different plans. Quickly removing his mouth, Dan’s body quickly turned and shifted Dan’s head over the throbbing mast neck opening first. Before Dan could have time to react, he was thrust onto his glans and pushed until said glans appeared just past his teeth. Dan not expecting the new approach gave out a gasp which was quickly overtaken with gagging and slobbering noises as his body pressed his neck down to press against his warm sack. Feeling Dan’s head was secure, his body resumed it’s flexing position and began bucking and breathing heavily, Dan all the while struggling to find comfort while gently gnawing at the base of his plump glans. Then in one massive thrust, Dan’s body began to fire it’s load onto it’s chest, abs, and the pumpkin head. As this began, the decaying fruit (unable to withstand Dan’s body’s powerful thrusting) came loose and toppled off his shoulders, crashing into several chunks on the floor. Dan was able to notice this, yet despite his body no longer having a head of any kind kept flexing and firing off it’s load. Contempt with the active movement of his body, Dan resigned to his position and teased the base of his glans with his teeth while his body flexed and bowed in it’s massive climax.

When everything was said and done, Dan’s body (now fully headless) laid back, still flexing and breathing heavily covered it thick white globs of it’s own seed. Dan squinting his eyes beheld his massive muscular body relieved of it’s pent up sexual desires, slowly coming down off it’s high. Dan still couldn’t feel or move his body, and with no head it appeared to be motionless - guide-less on what to do next. This of course was somewhat concerning to Dan, yet in the moment it didn’t really matter. He wasn’t in immediate danger, he was at home and away from the prying eyes of the outside world and he had just finished living out some of the wildest sexual fantasies he’d ever experienced. His roommate would be returning to the townhome late Sunday and would no doubt find him still there impaled on his meat, hairy muscles flexing powerfully as if nothing was amiss. The only thing he really thought on was what he’d have to say (and how he’d say it) if Monday came around and he wasn’t at work.

It’s not like he could say “Sorry Lol, can’t come in today. Cock’s in my mouth, hot seed on my tiddies.”

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