#looking at my hairy beefy arms

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every time terfs talk about testosterone ruining your body im just like damn can it do it some more then. i fucking love this shit. i could not exist any other way

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IN HIS ARMS || QZ!Joel Miller x f!reader || 5,2k

Summary: You meet a smuggler in the QZ and can't resist your attraction to him.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, a bit of fluff, unspecified age gap, Fedra soldier!reader, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, mirror sex, degradation, rough sex, praise kink, size kink, reader really loves Joel’s arms (who doesn’t), manhandling, alcohol consumption, use of a morning after pill, mention of guns, mention of canon-typical violence. Reader has hair. Joel can pick her up. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no other specific physical descriptions.

A/n: this is written for PPCU Body Worship writing challenge, created by talented, sweet and beautiful @joelmillerisapunk 💖 I got ‘Arms’ and immediately thought of meaty, beefy QZ Joel. Smooches to my lovely beta @milla-frenchy 😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕 Love y’all! Hope you will like the story!❤️

MASTERLIST

“Let’s go.”

“Sure you need me there? It’s your deal, Ronnie. And you know you’re armed, right? Why do I always have to hold your hand?” you complain, while your eyes are scanning the crowd at a public hanging for any sign of disturbance. It’s not your favorite task but Fedra sends enough soldiers here to keep things under control so it usually goes smoothly. That’s probably why your friend Ronnie arranged a deal right in the middle of your shift.

“I’m nervous, ok,” he admits, glancing at you, “The dude’s fucking scary. Never worked with him before. But I’ve heard stuff. You’re just gonna stand there, that’s all. Don’t need to talk.”

You’ve known Ronnie since you were teens in a Fedra camp. Now both officers, you are still inseparable, though at this moment you’d prefer to be as far away from him as you could because in case you two get caught, you both will be a spectacle of the next hanging. Ronnie’s pleading eyes always work on you and the little weasel knows it well so you curse and follow him to the place of the meetup.

As soon as you see the smuggler, standing in a secluded spot far away from the prying eye, your heart starts beating faster. And not because he scares you. Yes, he’s huge and looks very unfriendly, thanks to his furrowed brows and the closed off stance which actually happens to be the culprit of your unexpected reaction. His pose accentuates the beauty of his arms as he’s crossing them in front of his chest. It’s a threatening sight, same as his gaze, but like a moth to a flame, you’re pulled to the man immediately. All thoughts in your head are replaced with only one - he’s fucking hot.

Ronnie slowly comes up to the man, feigning confidence.

“Who the fuck is this?” the smuggler asks, nodding at you with his chin.

“Just a friend. Don’t worry, Joel.”

“I ain’t the one to worry here, kid,” he gruffs, uncrossing his arms as his fists clench in a threatening gesture and you can sense the waves of panic, coming from your friend. “I prefer to do these things one on one. Don’t need an audience. Ya got me?”

“Yeah, ‘k. Next time I’ll be alone.”

“Hope so.”

Joel looks you up and down and you suddenly feel too hot. Standing a step further from him than Ronnie and not saying anything, you’re ogling the man with hungry eyes. Joel seems to relax and the men finally exchange the goods— pills for your friend and ration cards for the smuggler. They’re talking about the product, scheduling the next deal, and you should be on the lookout, should be attentive to the surroundings, like you always are, but your mind, as well as other parts, is fully focused on the stranger.

Joel’s hairy forearms are thick and strong and every little move makes his muscles flex and bulge out of his rolled up sleeves of the denim shirt. His shoulders are broad and the fabric, containing them, is strained to the limit. You’ve never been a biter in bed but suddenly you want to sink your teeth into his arms, lick them all over, glide your hands over the vast expense of his skin, grab them and feel them tighten around your body, encompassing you fully, while his cock stretches…

“Hey!” Ronnie exclaims, interrupting your horny daydreams, pulling on your sleeve and you blink at him, trying to shake away the visions of the man, doing filthy things to you.

“Let’s go!” he says for what appears not the first time, and you smile awkwardly, noticing Joel’s smirk. His arms are crossed again, but now he’s looking at you with a twinkle of curiosity in his piercing eyes, his heavy gaze lightened up.

You take a step away, following your friend, but Joel stops you.

“Sweetheart, wait!”

The pet name hits you right in the pussy and you pause and turn back, confused by why he’s calling you.

“C’mere,” the man motions for you to return to him with a shake of his head, his bear hands shoved in the jeans pockets.

“We’re in a hurry, man,” Ronnie frowns, thinking he’s coming to your rescue, but you turn to him and say,

“It’s ok. Wait for me over there.”

You have no idea what Joel wants from you, but you’re eager to find out. Not hiding his anxiety, your friend takes a few steps away from you and stands at the gate, glancing in your direction from time to time while his hand is resting on his gun.

“Yes? Joel, right?” You ask, coming up to the smuggler and using every last drop of your will not to leer at his mighty arms again.

“Yeah. What’s your name?”

You reply with a little smile and see a smirk tug at his plush lips when he asks, “Like what you see?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been starin' at me like at a piece of meat. No use denyin' it."

You avert your eyes, chewing on your lip. You probably should be embarrassed to be caught ogling the man, but life in this miserable world taught you to take what you want whenever you can. Especially if it's being handed to you.

"I'm not." You look back at Joel with defiance in your gaze. "I think you're hot."

Joel’s chest expands when he takes a deep breath, the shirt’s buttons hanging for dear life. His piercing eyes turn a shade darker as he asks,

"Wanna do somethin' about it?"

Your heart rate increases and the warmth of arousal between your thighs makes you shift on your feet.

"What are you suggesting?"

"Come over to my place tonight. Around 8. Ask your friend for the address. He knows."

You don't reply for a few seconds, making it seem like you're thinking about your answer, although your pussy has been aching since the moment you saw the smuggler so there's no way you're going to reject his invitation.

"'K", you reply, feigning nonchalance, while excitement is twisting your stomach.

“What?! Are you out of your mind? You're gonna see him?” Ronnie hisses at you, as you two are walking back to the square. “He’s dangerous! Do you realize that? He’s huge! Have you seen his arms?”

“Oh, I’ve seen his arms alright,” you reply with a dreamy smile, sensing butterflies in your belly.

“Fuck, you’re so stupid when you’re horny. If I find you tomorrow dead in a ditch, I’ll tell your lifeless face ‘I told you so!’”

“Jesus, man,” You giggle, playfully punching Ronnie’s shoulder. “I’ll be ok. I promise.”

The night can’t come soon enough. Still wearing your uniform, you rush to meet the man who's been occupying your mind all day. When Joel opens the door to you, you swallow loudly seeing him in the same denim shirt and dark blue jeans. You’ve been dreaming of his huge arms around your body, so your panties are completely soaked, and having had no time to change after your shift, you hope to slide them off as fast as possible.

“Hi,” you greet the man, stepping into his apartment.

“Howdy.”Joel closes the door and stands next to you, while his gaze is sliding up and down your body. You look around the apartment, getting a whiff of his scent— sweat with a subtle trace of whiskey.

“Are you from Texas originally?” You ask, glancing up at him, slightly intoxicated by his closeness.

“Yeah. Want a drink?”

He walks to the living area and you follow before leaving your guns at the door.

“What do you have?”

“Whiskey, vodka…water.”

“Vodka’s fine,” you reply, stepping up to a worn out couch and sitting down.

“Oh, are you a vodka girl?”

“I’m a ‘whatever burns’ girl, but vodka works faster on me,” you smile and Joel smirks, crossing his arms again. You swallow loudly, seeing his sexy tan forearms in the golden light of the setting sun. Fuck, you wanna touch them.

“Why d’ya need it to work fast? Doesn’t seem like you need any liquid courage.”

“Really?”

Joel goes to the kitchen and in a few seconds returns with a half empty Smirnoff bottle and two shot glasses. He plops next to you on the couch with a grunt and pours out the alcohol.

You drink yours in one go and Joel follows. The vodka burns and calms you down a little. Joel clears his throat before he speaks,

“This morning your friend was shaking like a leaf. And you… You were practically undressing me with your eyes, sweetheart.”

You smile and drop your gaze down to your lap.

“Well, Ronnie is a nervous guy and I’m …”

“A needy little slut?”

You shoot your eyes up at him and see a smug smile, tugging at his lips, as he awaits your reaction. You should probably feel offended or angry, but instead your core burns brighter at his degrading comment and your pussy flutters, as if proving him right.

He reads your reaction immediately.

“Oh you like that, huh?”

“What?”

“When I call you a slut.”

“I don’t mind,” you mumble while your mind is shutting down with every dirty word he throws at you.

“Yeah, you looked like a thirsty whore this morning. And I see that nothing’s changed.”

You’re barely breathing at this point, as waves of arousal ripple through your body, making you squirm in your seat.

“I…I just really like your arms.” Your gaze shamelessly slides over his body, so big and powerful.

“My arms?” Joel’s brows shoot up and he turns his head to look at his arm, resting on the back of the couch, as if trying to understand your attraction.

“Yeah,” you nod slowly, ogling the muscles straining his sleeve.

“Wanna touch ‘em, baby?”

“Yes, please”.

“So polite. Wanna call you a good girl but we already know that you prefer ‘a slut’.”

Joel chuckles and narrows his eyes, watching you for a few seconds, while you’re melting under his lustful gaze, sinking in the sticky pit of desire. Through the fog in your head you hear his voice, low but still powerful.

“How about we skip the pleasantries then and get to the thing you came for.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m gonna fuck you. And let you touch my arms.”

Your breath hitches and your body tingles all over. You can’t agree fast enough.

“Yeah, ok.”

“Do you always say ‘yes’ to everything, little slut?” he smirks, playing with you like a cat with a mouse.

You try to come up with a witty response but your mind is clouded with lust so you just shake your head with probably the dumbest look ever.

“Can I use your bathroom?” You mumble and when he points you in its direction, swiftly walk there.

You close the door in the little room and check your face in the mirror. It’s the same as every day except for your glossy eyes. You rinse your face, trying to come to your senses, look a little less horny but it’s all in vain. The desire overtook your body completely so you dry yourself and leave the room.

When you return to Joel, you find him on the couch in the same spot and in the same position. Only now he’s completely naked.

A shiver goes down your spine from a new surge of arousal, tightening your core.

You barely hear him, your mind is fully occupied by the image of this gorgeous, huge man, waiting to fuck you. Everything about him makes your pussy beat with the rhythm of your heart - his soft belly, his long, girthy, slightly curved semi hard cock, resting on his thick thigh, his broad hairy chest and muscular arms. Seeing them without the confines of the clothes completely shuts off your brain and you take a step towards him, mesmerized by his muscles, wishing to feel them already.

“Take your clothes off, baby.”

You hardly hear him, taking in every inch of his body.

“Girl! Undress. Fuckin’ hell,” Joel groans and you shake your head, waking up from a horny trance, and start discarding your clothes hastily, piece by piece while his dark gaze is set on you. You should be more graceful and seductive taking them off, but your aching pussy makes your movements rushed and determined. When you’re completely naked, except for your panties, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of the last piece of clothing, but Joel stops you.

He gets up and walks to you, his big cock in his veiny hand.

“Wanna do it myself,” he mumbles and stands next to you, at your side, so close that you feel his warm breath on your cheek and breasts, his naked chest brushing against your shoulder, his manhood poking your thigh.

“Pretty little thing,” he whispers, taking in your body, while his hand slides down your back, leaving chills in its wake. You raise your big eyes at him, your lips parted. “Pity you get so dumb though,” he chuckles and lightly squeezes your asscheek. His hand stays there while the other one cups your breast and grazes your nipple with his calloused thumb, making it stiff. You moan and he groans.

Joel’s palm on your ass moves lower, and reaches your pussy, covered by the wet panties. He slips his finger between your asscheeks and rubs your drippping hole over the gusset. You softly whimper and he plants a light kiss on your cheek, stroking your folds over the fabric.

“She’s been crying for me all day, huh?” he mumbles, placing his large warm hand on your belly, the other one still caressing your cunt. “Pussy so needy she shut down your whole little brain. Yeah, baby?”

All you can do is nod, your senses fully focused on the way his thick fingers are rubbing your aching cunt over the underwear.

“She must be cold, sweetheart, being in a pair of wet panties all day like that?” He coos at you.

“Yeah”, you reply, barely breathing, already feeling your orgasm build because of his light touches. “Didn’t have time to change. I have a sexy pair at home.”

Joel breathes out a chuckle, “I bet you do, little slut. Would love to see ‘em too one day.”

The only response you can give is a mewl.

He steps in front of you, his hand leaving your pussy, and you whine. Joel tsks at you and pinches your chin with his fingers to lift your face to his.

“Oh, my pretty bimbo, already cock drunk,” he laughs, locking eyes with you.

Joel’s so huge, you should probably be scared, but all you feel is a pathetic need to be completely destroyed by him.

“Lights are on but…fuck, you’re gone,” he mocks you, looking into your hazy blown out eyes.

“Listen to me,” he commands, as his fingers slightly shake your head, getting your attention. “How do you want it? Gentle or rough, sweetheart?”

“Rough,” you croak back without any hesitation.

“Good. Then do what I say and we gonna have a great time, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good little slut.”

Your breaths are short and fast as you’re blinking, starting at him like a mindless fuck doll. Suddenly, you gasp when he grabs the back of your thighs with his massive hands and lifts you, throwing your legs around his waist. You grab onto his broad shoulders and he carries you away from the couch and to the bedroom.

He drops you on the bed, old and stiff, but you don’t care. You have no time or ability to think about anything, because as soon as you’re on your back, Joel pins you to the lumpy mattress with his heavy torso and kisses you. He’s not asking for a kiss, he’s taking it but you willingly open your mouth, welcoming his hot tongue. A happy moan escapes your mouth, when you finally glide your palms over his huge arms. He slides your panties off and cups your pussy with his huge warm palm.

“Messy whore,” he mumbles against your mouth.

Joel’s assertive, passionate and as horny as you are, and you smile against his lips, enjoying his desire for you.

He begins peppering kisses along your jaw, your neck, leaving hickeys on his way to your breasts.

You whimper when his mouth finds your nipple and gasp when he nips at it. He licks the pain away and starts sucking on it while his hands are roaming your heated body.

You grab onto his shoulders and shift your hips under his arm. Joel’s slurping and growling, caressing your breast with his lips and tongue, but you crave more so you start grinding your wet pulsating pussy against his arm. Your movements immediately send you to the precipice of your climax. His muscles flex as you rub your clit against them, smearing your slick over his tan skin, and Joel parts from your tit for a few seconds to watch you use his arm to get yourself off.

“Look at this sloppy little pussy. Gonna need a shower after this. Or…,” he smirks and gets back to suckling your other breast.

Each motion of his muscles is helping you to come as you’re dragging your pussy up and down his heavy limb. Soon you throw your head back, dipping it into the pillow when a hard climax hits you and your cunt contracts around nothing, as euphoria is coursing through your veins, taking away the last of your clear thinking.

“That’s it— take it, slut— come for me — jus’ like that,” Joel mumbles against your trembling chest but you hardly hear him, so deep in the ocean of desire, all sounds around you are muffled.

The next thing you feel is his hands grabbing your shoulders and lifting you. Joel makes you sit up and wraps his heavy hand around the back of your neck.

“Look what you’ve done, messy girl.”

He nods at his arm, glistening with your cum and slick and then growls, “Lick it clean.”

With a hazy smile you sit on your heels, getting comfortable. Then you take his arm between your hands and reach for it. Your tongue slides over his hot wet skin and you flutter your eyes shut, reveling in the sensations of his firm muscles under your tongue and the earthy taste of your juices.

“Attagirl,” Joel praises you and slightly squeezes the back of your neck to make you move your head lower and lap up all the mess you’ve left on his skin.

When you finish, Joel lifts your head and sees you staring at his throbbing cock with empty but hungry eyes. It’s leaking precum generously and you almost drool looking at it. You should probably be nervous to take his huge length but all you feel is feral lust.

Placing his palm under your jaw, Joel tilts your head up and searches for your eyes.

“Damn, lookin’ so dumb right now. Lucky you remember how to breathe, little whore.”

He laughs at you and grabs your face, as his fingers dig into your cheeks, making your lips pout.

You whine and he pulls you into his chest. You hug him as if afraid to float away and he gives you a few moments of rest while you are panting, snuggling into his embrace after the shuddering orgasm.

Then he lifts your chin and locks eyes with you. Your breath hitches as you’re struck by his handsome face, which leans down and he kisses you again, gently and slowly, wrapping you tighter in his embrace. Then he asks,

“Why do you like my arms so much?”

You blink a few times, trying really hard to understand the question, drunk on his taste and the way he’s holding you, but when the meaning finally reaches your brain, you stumble over your words.

“I… they… jus’ so big. And … fuck, very hot.”

You feel his broad chest shake with a quiet laugh. “Ready for my cock, baby?” You nod your head with a soft mewl.

“Wanna watch my arms when I’m railing you?”

“Yeah, yes, please.”

Joel hums and gets up before manhandling you off the bed and leading you to a wardrobe. He’s holding you under your arms, noticing that your weak legs are barely able to move, still tingling after your orgasm. He places you like a fuck doll in front the wardrobe door with a mirror and stands behind you. He’s so big and broad that you can see his shoulders and arms perfectly in the reflection. Your gaze glides over your own naked body, and you notice a path of hickeys along your neck and breasts and your core ignites again at the sight of his passion. Then you look at Joel, his eyes are obsidian, the expression is carnal and hungry, and you moan, feeling his cock slap your lower back.

His gaze drops down before he pushes your legs aside with his knee, his thick fingers dig into your hips and he pulls your ass, making you stick it out. Trying to steady yourself, you brace your hands on the mirror in front of you, but he grumbles,

“Not the mirror, stupid. You’ll break it, cut yourself.”

You swiftly move your hands further apart onto the wooden surface.

“Sexy but so dumb,” he mumbles as his eyes return to your ass and his cock. You watch his face, serious and concentrated, and sense his tip prod your sopping hole.

“Fuck,” he curses and pushes his cock deeper, slightly bending his knees to insert it into your tight pussy easier.

You push your ass out more for him, already whimpering like a whore, as you feel your walls slowly part to accommodate his stiff cock. It stings but you welcome the sensation of his manhood spreading your pussy until he bottoms out and you both moan at the sensation.

“Ahh— she feels amazing, baby,” he grunts and you smile dumbly at his reflection in the mirror.

“Such a sloppy cunt,” he murmurs, starting to plunge his length in and out of you with a fast rhythm, “oh, yeah — yeah — yeah—.”

His fat cock is massaging your walls deliciously, kissing your cervix with every deep thrust and you mewl with pleasure and scratch the wooden surface of the wardrobe with your nails.

“Naughty kitten. Tess will kill you if you leave marks on her furniture,” Joel chuckles through heavy panting, squeezing your hips and watching your cunt swallow his glistening cock.

“Who’s Tess?” You ask, not really giving a fuck and he doesn’t reply.

Instead he grants you your biggest wish - he pulls you flush to his chest and wraps his arms around your torso from behind. Your hands immediately fly to grab onto his strong limbs. Joel’s right arm is under your breasts, slightly pushing them up. The other one is keeping you in place, pressed to your chest, between your tits, his giant hand on your throat. His thick fingers curl around your neck but he doesn’t squeeze it, just holds you close against his broad torso.

The sensation and the vision of his powerful muscular arms bonding you to him like that, make your pussy contract and Joel growls in your ear, his breath hot and wet,

“Squeezing me already? Fuck, you’re easy.”

You whine and Joel nibbles on your ear lobe and rasps,

“Hold tight, baby, it’s gonna be a wild ride.”

As soon as the words reach your ear, he begins rolling his hips and dragging his cock in and out of your tight pussy, hard and fast.

You grab onto his bulging muscles better, and as he’s increasing the pace, you’re scratching him with your nails, leaving white marks on his golden skin and whimpering.

“Yeah, take it, dumb little whore. Gonna fuck the last of your brain out of your pretty head.”

Your breasts bounce while he’s fucking you and you bite your puffy lips, trying to muffle your moans, but Joel commands against yout ear,

“Want you to be loud, baby. C’mon. Let them all hear how good im fuckin’ ya.”

You would do anything he told you this moment so your lips part and you let your pleasured noises out, as they mix with the sound of skin rhythmically slapping against skin and his animalistic groans.

Reveling in the sensation of Joel, pounding your crying cunt, you let your hands wander all over his forearms and shoulders, squeezing and scratching them slightly, wishing to memorize the feeling of their strength under your hungry touch. Your vision is shaking with every mighty thrust of his hips but you’re watching the reflection of you two closely, drowning in the image of this tall broad man using you like a mindless fuck doll, caging you in his powerful arms and tears well up in your eyes at how amazing it feels. Your mind and body are focused on this pleasure, suffering and worries of the reality are gone and the drops of pure happiness spill and fall on his arms.

Joel notices you crying and stops fucking you, swiftly pulling out and turning you around.

“What is it, baby? Did I hurt ya?”

His dark eyes, a second ago filled with carnal desire now worried and concerned, dart all over your face and body, searching for the reason of your tears.

You grab onto him and shake your head,

“No, no, i’m fine — feels so good - you feel so good, Joel.”

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he breathes out, pulling you into his bear hug and rubbing your back with his warm hands.

“Please keep fucking me,” you mumble against his hairy chest and he barks a laugh before throwing you back on the bed, making you squeal with excitement.

Joel lies down and manhandles you to straddle him.

“Sit on my cock, little slut,” he commands, eyes darting between yours, reading your reaction.

“Yes, yes,” you mumble, wrapping your hand around his hot hard cock and lifting your hips, hovering over it. You don’t make him wait and immediately sink down on his weeping manhood, as your mouth falls open and your head tilts back.

Joel’s hands are holding your hips when you start riding him, and then snake up to your breasts to knead them, pinch and twist your pebbled nipples.

You run your fingers over his forearms from the elbows to his wrists and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. Not pausing your lustful dance on his cock, you gently kiss his palm, his hand, then your lips glide down, leaving open mouth kisses over his wrist, the underside of his forearm and his elbow, darting your tongue out and tasting his salty skin. You lean forward, your nipples brushing his chest, and kiss his biceps, using your tongue, and Joel moans, watching you practically make out with his arm.

“Fuck, you’re hot, baby,” he groans while you’re lapping at his skin with your eyes shut. You’re softly whimpering at the sensation of his body, big and strong under you, his cock caressing your walls, making your pussy flutter around it, pushing you closer and closer to your second climax.

“Shit,” Joel curses, pulls your head off his arm and kisses you, while hugging your torso with his python-like grip. He’s holding you tight and you whine, not being able to move your hips and chase your orgasm. Sensing your impatience, Joel plants his feet on the bed and begins jackhammering his fat cock into your slicked up pussy, giving it to you rough and fast, not sparing your little hole.

You’re moaning against his scruffy cheek, your body shaking with his feral thrusts but Joel’s iron hold is keeping you in place.

“Usin’ you like a fuck doll you’re, yeah? Brainless little slut. Made just to make my cock happy. Perfect for me.”

His filthy words, leaving his mouth through gritted teeth, are barely audible because of the loud slapping of his body against yours and the squeaking of the old bed.

“Joellll…,” you moan, and after a few more thrusts explode on his thumping cock, caged by his strong arms, sobbing with heavenly pleasure flooding every inch of your body.

“Hnggg—shit—can I come inside?” You hear a gruff roar in your ear and with Joel fucking your brains out right this moment, you breathe out, “yeah, oh, yeah.” You crave to be full of him, drip him for days after, getting turned on just from the memory of him. As soon as you agree, Joel starts spurting his hot cum into your pulsating cunt, filling you up, emptying his balls into you.

You’re lying still, nuzzling his neck and taking everything he’s giving you, milking his cock to the last drop with your contracting walls.

Gradually intense ecstasy morphs into a pleasant satisfaction and you both bask in the afterglow of your orgasms. You feel almost high on endorphins, not used to such an amount of happiness in your veins, in your life.

Joel softens his embrace but still holds you, letting you rest and you almost doze off, lulled by his warm chest rocking you up and down like a giant wave.

“Don’t sleep yet, ya need to take a pill,” he gently shakes you, sleep heavy in his own voice.

“Oh, yeah…fuck, you came inside,” you murmur, blinking at him, as your mind fog slowly clears up.

“I have a Plan B, don’t worry.”

He moves you off him and lays you down on the bed, then gets up, making the bed squeak.

You can’t move your limbs even if you tried to so you’re lying there, feeling his warmth between your legs, kisses of the afterglow all over your heated skin and smile lazily when he returns to the bed with a glass of water.

“Look at you, as cock dumb as they get, huh?”

He plops down next to you and hands you the pill.

You sit up with a tired smile, swallow the pill and chase it with a few sips of water.

“Good girl,” Joel takes the glass from you and shakes his head when you murmur that you need to go.

“No way. Sleep here. They'll hang your ass if they catch you out and about at this hour.”

You turn your head to the window, just noticing that it’s completely dark outside, only the street lamps illuminate the room with a yellow light.

“Aww, you care about me, Joel? Don’t fall in love,” you giggle but your heart flutters as you look up at the man, so handsome and huge, looming over you.

“I’ll try,” he deadpans and shakes his hand, motioning you to scooch.

You shift to the other side of the bed and he lies down on his back with a grunt. You’re still sitting up, shamelessly admiring his naked body.

“Quit starin’,” he mumbles with eyes closed and pulls you down onto his chest.

You’re lying on his shoulder for a few moments and then whisper,

“Can you big spoon me?”

“Jesus…,” he sighs but turns on his side, scooping you in his embrace and you smile, closing your eyes as your hands gravitate to his arms, heavy and secure around you. You press your back into his warm chest and fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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The Bear’s Den

It was a busy night at The Bear’s Den; the bar was full of bears and cubs who were chatting, drinking and smoking. The brutish bartender was busy, but constantly had a large cigar clenched in his bearded jaw.

Jay stood in the street and watched from the window. He wanted to go inside, he has been wanting to for a while now, but was hesitant to. He always admired big bellied, muscular and hairy men. He wanted to be one himself, but could not grow a proper beard and had a high metabolism which prevented him from gaining any real weight. He always wanted to enter The Bear’s Den, but never felt like he would fit in himself.

Jay was working up the courage to walk in, when he heard a deep voice behind him.

“You lost, bud? Or you going in?”

Jay quickly turned around and saw a large man, both muscular and fat, who was smoking a large cigar.

“Oh, umm…yeah. I’m going in,” Jay stammered.

The large man walked past him and opened the door. He held it open. “After you,” he said.

Jay’s heart was beating quickly as he entered the bar. Was he going to get any strange looks because he wasn’t bear enough? Was everyone going to ignore him? These were the questions that ran through his mind.

Jay tried to hold his coughs as the cigar smoke lingered; many of the men were smoking large cigars. He looked around for an open table, but they were all full. He was tempted to walk out, but figured he would never return again after that. So he took a seat at the bar with a nervous smile.

The man who held the door for him took a seat next to Jay. He place his cigar in an ashtray and motioned four fingers to the bartender, who then acknowledged with a nod.

“Never seen you before here. First time?” the man spoke in his deep voice.

“Umm, yeah. Didn’t know if I fit in here. Was kind of nervous,” Jay replied.

The man chuckled that was a little raspy. “Now why would you think that?”

“I’m not bear-like. Or cub-like for that matter. Always wanted to come in here. Be like the men here. But as you can see, I can’t even grow a proper beard,” Jay said, a little embarrassed for admitting this to a stranger.

The bartender, still with his lit cigar in his jaw, dropped off four shots of whiskey in front of the man.

“What’s your name?” the man asked.

“Jay.”

“I’m Dan,” the man added as he handed Jay two of the shots, “and I say, we should change that. He raised one of the shots and Jay followed suit, “To new beginnings.” They both clinked the small glass together and shot them down.

Jay tried not to cough as it stung, but Dan took notice. “They get easier as the night goes on, son.”

Jay liked being called son by this bear of a man. Dan was large, muscular, hairy and smelled of cigar smoke. His beard was brown and massive; it made up for the fact he was bald. Jay assumed he was in his mid-forties.

“You come here often?” Jay asked Dan.

Dan let out a deep laugh as he exhaled his thick cigar smoke. “You could say that. Time for the other shot,” Dan said as he picked up the other shot and Jay copied. Both men took the shot. Jay coughed again from the sting and from the smoke. Dan slapped Jay’s back and said “You’ll get use to it. Hell, you’ll love it.”

Jay didn’t drink much, but he wanted to keep up with his new friend. He wanted to impress him.

“So you want to be a bear? Like myself?” Dan asked with a grin.

Jay was opening up to Dan, “I always fantasied it. Just don’t know if it is really me.”

“Sure it is you,” Dan quickly assured Jay.

“I tried putting on some muscle and weight, but I either give up or it just doesn’t stick.”

“Son, all you need is a few beers a night. Hey, Max - could we get two of the Bear Brew? The special ones.” Jay noticed Dan wink to the bartender named Max, but didn’t think anything of it.

“Sure you need a Bear Brew, Dan?” Max laughed and asked.

“Not for me, for my new friend Jay here,” Dan laid his beefy, hairy arm across Jay’s shoulders, “I’ll just have any IPA you have on tap.”

“You got it,” Max called back from across the bar. Max went to a door from behind the bar. Dan returned his smoldering cigar back to his jaw and grabbed a fresh one out of his shirt pocket and pointed it to Jay.

“Want one?” Dan asked clearly, despite having a huge cigar in his mouth.

“Oh, no thank you. I don’t smoke,” Jay politely declined.

“Suit yourself, but I’ll just leave it here on the bar just in case you change your mind,” Dan said with a wink.

Max returned from the back room with two pints of the beer called Bear Brew, “Two is a big change for a new guy. Sure he’ll handle it?”

“It’s what he wants. Ain’t that right, son?” Dan looked at Jay.

Jay, almost feeling a little pressure, nodded and said, “Yes.”

“Good, now chug,” Dan smiled and handed one of the pints to Jay.

“Chug? All at once? I don’t really even like beer,” Jay said, not knowing if he even could chug a whole beer.

“This will go down alright, the next one even better,” Dan assured him as he puffed on his cigar.

Jay grabbed the pint and started to chug. Some of the beer ran down the sides of his mouth, which we caused Dan to smile a bit, but he managed to finish it.

Jay gave a loud burp on accident, but Dan just laughed and patted him on the back. “Now that’s what we want to hear. Good job, son.”

Jay felt proud. Little did he know though, his clothes were getting a little tighter and his face rounder.

“Think you can do it again, son?” Dan asked.

“I know I can, dad…I mean Dan,” Jay replied. Feeling a bit more confident than before. He eagerly grabbed the other pint and chugged it once again. It was easier than the first one as Jay drink every last drop.

Dan liked what he saw. He saw Jay growing larger in size. Jay was becoming the bear he always dreamt of, but he just didn’t know it yet.

“Shall we keep the party going,” Dan suggested.

Jay let out another belch and nodded in agreement. The cigar caught his eye, but he didn’t want it. He wasn’t a smoker.

“Max, two of the Hair of the Bears drinks, please,” Dan requested.

“That’ll look good,” Max replied. Jay didn’t know what he meant. He was noticing a tightness around his body, but didn’t identify it was because he was out growing his medium sized clothes.

Max was mixing together a drink. “What is Hair of the Bear?” Jay asked.

“Max’s special concoction. They say it’ll put hair on your chest,” Dan laughed as Max set down two double shots.

Jay grabbed one, “I wish.”

As he took the shot, Dan added, “As they say, be careful what you wish for.”

The shot didn’t sting going down, but Jay noticed his face getting itchy. Jay scratched, but didn’t notice the thicker beard growing in.

“Like it, son?” Dan asked.

“Yes, dad,” Jay replied, not catching he was calling Dan “dad” now.

“Good, cause you got another,” Dan said as he handed him the other shot.

Jay wasn’t feeling himself, but he wasn’t feeling that drunk. He was feeling good. He was feeling like he was belonging. He took the shot.

His face wasn’t itchy anymore, but maybe just warmer and a little heavier. He thought maybe it was just all the alcohol, but it wasn’t. His beard had grown larger, making his face look even bigger.

“Son, you don’t look so well. Let’s go to the bathroom,” Dan suggested.

“I don’t?” Jay asked. He was feeling a bit heavy and tight around the body. His breathing was a little bit heavier than normal, but it must have been all the cigar smoke around him even though he was starting to enjoy it.

“Come with me,” Dan got up, grabbed a barstool and motioned him to the bathroom. Jay obediently followed.

They both walked into the bathroom, Dan set the barstool down and then locked the door.

“Take a seat. You look warm,” Dan said.

“I do feel pretty warm,” Jay agreed.

“Let me fix that,” Dan said has he opened up the mirror in the bathroom, which was also a medicine cabinet, and grabbed an electric shaver. He started buzzing down Jay’s hair, all the way to the scalp. The alcohol was kicking in because Jay didn’t think anything of it. He also trusted Dan.

When he was done, Dan spun Jay to face the mirror. Jay at first was shocked, but then he smiled. “What happened to me?”

“You became who you always wanted to be,” Dan assured him.

It was like the first time he was seeing his authentic self. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Anytime, son,” Dan said, “But these changes won’t be permanent unless we make them permanent. Do you want to be like this from now on?

“Yes Dad. How do we do that?”

“That cigar I offered you, the one sitting on the bar still, was a special one. You smoke that, and you’ll stay a bear. Only smoke it if you want to, because there is no turning back after. Understood, son?”

“Yes, Dad.”

The two of them emerged from the bathroom and sat back down at the bar.

Jay looked at the cigar, wondering if he will take the chance and smoke it. He wondered how this life will be for him. If he actually wanted it.

Dan knew he was going to smoke it; Jay’s fate was pretty much sealed. Most of the men here at The Bear’s Den were once in Jay’s shoes: timid, skinny, non-smoking boys. That was Dan’s goal when he decided to open this bar. As owner, he had made many men into bears and he knew Jay would seal his fate as one of the regulars here at the bar. He would be just another hairy, large, cigar smoking bear.

After a couple of minutes, Jay gave into temptation. He reached for the already cut cigar and placed it in his jaw. Dan grabbed a match, struck it against the bar and held the flame to the end of the cigar.

Jay puffed and puffed until the cigar was lit and alive. Jay eagerly puffed and greedily inhaled the thick smoke. He was now forever a cigar smoking bear.

“Welcome to The Bear’s Den, son.”

[starryylies]

Simon who makes you ride his beefy abs after he comes home is so hot

Simon who comes home from deployment only to see your legs spread apart soft moans leaving your lips as you play with you swollen puffed up clit

It’s not your fault though, you were sooooooo horny. You missed him and his touch :(

But he didn’t like you seeing you touch yourself no not at all cuz,

Nothing compared to him and he needed to prove it to you

But since you’d been such a bad girl you ought to get a lil punishment right? :(

He comes over to you at the bed and picks you up effortlessly grabbing your hips placing them on his thick beefy stomach

His hairy tummy and his lil happy trail tickling your needy cunt,

‘Hump’ he commands,

“Why arentcha’ getting yourself off now huh princess?”

“Siii m sorry I missed you, I jus’ wanted to cum you whine pathetically for your defence :((“

“Ya missed me so much ight? Prove it.”

“Hump my stomach like the bitch you are”

Oh god you shouldn’t be so turned on by this, it’s so embarrassing omggg (>_<)

but god it feels so good, the friction provided by his thick beefy abs covered with a layer of fat.

God you’re so desperate.

So you comply and start humping his stomach like a good girl.

“Such a needy lil girl you are princess couldn’t even go a month without me eh?”

You’re so engrossed by the pleasure your poor brain can’t think of anythin else :(((

“Oh fuck princess you love this don’t ya”

He could feel the wet patch on his stomach as you grinded,

his hairy body getting covered in your heat.

“Ooo sii it feels so good , m so close”

“Beg for it sugar”

“Sii pleasepleasepleaseeeee, I’m so close I needa cum I want you I need you please lemme cum”

He smirks at your desperation,

he holds your hips down and starts rubbing on your swollen clit as he sees you approaching your orgasm.

“Good girl, you’re so close aren’t ya, rubbing on me.”

“Yess sii I’m so close I love you, I wanna cum m so so so closeee” you moan out pathetically

Your tongue is hanging out and you’re grinding so hard as you reach your orgasm.

As you cum simon gently holds you in his arms as he hugs you keeping you tightly wrapped up with him.

“Attagirl, see waitin for me to make ya cum way better.”

you look up to him giving a shy lil smile as you nod your head.

Si then tosses you over and unbuckles his pants,

You can see the large tent and a wet spot on his boxers.

Talking his throbbing cock out you can see the precum leaking from his tip.

His eyes are clouded with lust as he says,

“Your fingers can’t compare to this either can they now sugar? Lemme show you how much better it actually feels”

Oh you were in for a long night princess

[hotyanderedaddies]

you are legit my fav author on here your stories are amazing, could I possibly request yandere wolf daddy with a forced feminized male reader ( who secretly enjoys it)

and can I be 🪬 anon? :3

[Yandere! Werewolf Daddy x Male! Reader]

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"Princess, it's time to wake up," Daddy whispered into your ear as he tightened his hold on you, squeezing you in closer to his hairy chest. He leaned down and placed a large kiss onto your forehead, exaggerating his kissing noises.

You grunted in response, already rolling your eyes at the older werewolf's foolishness.

The big werewolf rolled out from under you and stood up from the bed, stretching his powerful arms over himself. He looked down at you and mock-frowned when he saw that you haven't budged, too tired to get out of bed at such an obscene hour (7 AM).

Daddy crossed his muscled arms over his beefy chest, tsking at you. "Princess," he warned, putting on an authoritative air, "it's time to get up so we can get ready for the day. Now be a good girl and listen to Daddy."

"Shut up..." you whined, shoving the bubblegum pink pillow over your head in frustration.

You heard Daddy utter out a low growl.

Before you knew it, Daddy threw your tiny body over his broad shoulder. He stomped over towards the bathroom, plopping you on your feet in front of the tub.

"I'll lay your clothes out on the bed," Daddy said as he reached over and turned on the hot water for the shower, steam already billowing out. "Unless, you want some of Daddy's help?"

"Pass," you muttered, slamming the bathroom door shut so that you had some semblance of privacy.

As you washed yourself under the hot water of the shower, you couldn't help but sigh as you lathered up your hair with the sickly sweet strawberry scented shampoo. It was such a girly smell and the bottle was even bright pink with flecks of glitter garnishing it- you wouldn't have been caught dead using it at the gym with all of your buddies around.

Still, even you had to admit that it did smell a little good. You couldn't resist taking a big whiff of the sweet strawberries as you lathered up your longer hair that Daddy forbade you to cut.

Normally, you opted for buzzcuts since it was an easier style to manage, but now your hair was shaggy and starting to cover up your ears due to its longer-than-normal length.

After rinsing out the suds from your hair, you grabbed your equally sweet smelling body wash (this one shaped like a red candied apple), and washed yourself.

It's been four months since Daddy stole you.

You'd been packing up your stuff to move out of your freshman dorm at college. You'd been all set to leave the next morning and had lied down to get some much needed sleep.

That'd been when Daddy had snuck in through your open window, and had snatched you out of bed.

He'd taken you to the cabin he calls "Home", where he'd claimed that you were soulmates and where he dotes on you hand and foot...

and where he insists on calling you "Princess", "Baby Girl", "Sweetiepie", et cetera.

Daddy dresses you up in the girliest clothes that he can find, and he keeps on giving you gifts that would traditionally belong on the more feminine side of the spectrum (roses, jewelry, vibrators).

It was mortifying for a manly athlete such as yourself... or at least, it used to be.

Despite your annoyance, even you had to admit that having such a strong, hunky, muscly wolf daddy pampering you constantly was sorta nice.

Ignoring your irritation for the time being, you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off. You walked back into the bedroom and nearly wailed at the hot pink hoodie and light blue skinny jeans that Daddy had picked out for you to wear. It was a rather tame outfit considering that there were no frills or glitter this time; but you were never a big fan of pink to be honest.

Still, not wanting another spanking, you yanked on the clothes, surprised at how soft the fabric of the hoode was. Despite its garish color, the fabric was soft to the touch like fleece, and you could definitely smell Daddy's musk on it from when he absolutely rolled around on it to scent it.

As you examined yourself in the mirror, the bedroom door swung open and Daddy sauntered in, wearing tattered blue jeans and no shirt, allowing his buff chest muscles to be on display.

The split second his eyes landed on you, Daddy rushed forward and wrapped you up in his arms, nuzzling you lovingly.

"You look so cute, Princess," Daddy gushed happily. "You're Daddy's Baby Girl, right?"

The way Daddy looked at you with such love and adoration in his eyes, combined with the softness of the hoodie, the sweet scent of the strawberry shampoo, and the firmness of Daddy's large muscles caused you to completely melt into the wolf daddy's hold.

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, blushing slightly as you rested your head on Daddy's chest, hearing the deep rumble of contentment as he kissed your forehead.

[user211201]

Ape boy

--- Originally posted on 2017-01-10 on realhankmccoy ---

“Just don’t make me dumb, man, I want to keep everything about my mind totally intact,” I told my friend at the lab.

I was totally willing to go through the procedure but I didn’t want it messing with my intellect any – my job and lifestyle were too important to me.

They promised me a whole new masculine experience, that they could bring out the man in me in ways that were easily accessible through epigenetic therapy.

I’d be fitter, more energetic, more attractive and just altogether healthier. It was in the beta testing process and they said they’d throw in $3000 if I signed off, too. I’d only need to take a few weeks off work for an outpatient trial.

“That didn’t seem so bad,” I said after the doctor finished up removing the slow drip from my arm and the infusion was complete. Took two different bags of fluid but I mostly felt fine, if a little faint at first.

I got home and realized I was pretty tired so I stripped down and went to bed. I started noticing the changes the next day already. I did have more energy. My face seemed handsomer, just a tad. After two days I was feeling pretty into this.

It was the third day when I started noticing that I was getting beefier.

That was cool, I thought, but then I noticed I was feeling hornier, too. I ignored it at first, but by the end of the day I was jacking off in my bedroom, hard. I got up off my bed, still stroking my dick, to check myself out in the mirror.

“Looks hot,” I thought, stroking it slowly. If this stuff made my sex drive a little stronger, that was fine with me.

I started getting obsessed with checkin’ out the changes in the mirror, and I had so much energy that I started working out. I’d be doing pushups on my hardwood floor and getting excited over how I was going to flex in front of the bathroom mirror after I finished a set of 50.

I went back to the lab and they didn’t seem to think it was a problem.

So I figured, what the hell, I might as well enjoy this. Pretty soon I was hanging out in just my underwear all the time. That didn’t make me dumb, I knew, it just felt good. I might as well get into it, I figured.

Only problem is I got used to it pretty quick. I hate wearing clothes now, dudes.

I looked in the mirror one day and I just looked so fucking good with these thick pecs and the thicker stubble on my face. I figured I should have fun with a haircut so I got kind of a high and tight, cut real short though, and that just turned me on. Even my facial structure has changed from this shit they’re doing to me. My ears look like they stick out more, like some dumb ape or something, and that just makes me hard. I’ve hot this thick abdomen and these beefy deltoids. I feel like I look more like a football dude, even, and I started watching football even. Might as well have fun while I’m stuck in outpatient anyhow.

They told me it wouldn’t alter my mind any but it’s like I’m addicted to working out, flexing in the mirror, taking selfies, hooking up – with dudes – I just find em on my phone. I stopped reading. I look at these hairy legs and I get hard just touching em, I rub a hand across my pecs and my nipples are hard right away and I feel my cock jump up wanting a piece of the action. All I can think about is my goddamn cock, man.

So I took another week off work because I’m not ready to go back, and told myself on Monday I’d start getting ready to get my life on track. I just procrastinated the whole day, jacking off in bed, mostly, slowly stroking it. I guess my new bod’s so awesome that it’s just depressing to think of going back to the office.

My alarm goes off on Tuesday, and I throw it against the wall and say fuck it. One more day of fun’s not gonna hurt. Dudes, I look so fucking good. At least I’ll be productive today, I tell myself. So I start off the day with a ton of pushups, make myself a protein shake, and I look so ripped in the mirror that I figure I’ll score myself a hookup off Grindr. Guy comes over, and his hairy, hard pecs crushed against mine – my rubbing the short beard I’ve got started all up on his asshole, and that turns him on enough that he’s letting me lift his legs and plow the shit out of him..

After he’s gone, I’m back in front of the mirror saying “you fucking stud. Yeah you fuckin’ ape boy. Fuckin’ just want to fuck with dudes, don’t you, gay boy. Yeah you jocked up fuck. Just want to get naked and fuck, don’t you?”

Still hard, still horny, so just stroking my dick slowly while I put the game on for ambience. I don’t know how Thursday’s gonna shake out but today I just went out and bought a basketball hoop for the driveway so I could burn off some of this energy. Felt fuckin’ great, too, goin’ out in the sun in just some shorts and Nikes working on my game. Soon as I was back indoors though, man, just stripped back down to my underwear – I can’t stop admiring this body. Gotta get another dude over here to mess around with. Fuck work, man, you only live once, right?

Think I’m gonna pick up a big screen for the bedroom because that’d be pretty cool, and I just found out gay dues have their own hockey leagues you can join so I’m thinking of that. How hot would that be – those dudes are fuckin’ built, man, and I could pick it up pretty quick I bet.

Fuck, let me know if – oh, fuck it, I’m gonna order a pizza and see if I can find a hot hookup for tonight. Some dude with pecs as thick as mine and who’s like me slapping this cock all over his tongue for a couple of hours while I tease the shit out of his hot jock ass. Yeah man. Fuckin’ hot, man, I could pump a full load into some dude’s muscle butt and be ready to score again two hours later. That’s how good I feel. Friends with benefits, whatever you want to call it as long as it’s none of that lovey-dovey or dramatic shit – I’ve got em on the phone. Sex, muscle, good food and workin’ out, so glad I met those lab rats.

[goodboyyyy]

Another hot summer day working out with your neighbor Tommy. You guys had been friends when you were kids, and stayed that way in highschool, both sticking together as two skinny nerds like you would. You went to different colleges, though, and when he came back the next summer he was like a different person. You'd changed too- you'd finally gotten the courage to come out at college- but nowhere near as much as him. You'd guessed he must've been a late bloomer, or that puberty had really done a number on him- his pale, skinny frame was now full, thick, and covered in hair and muscle, and where he had just had some stubble and peach fuzz before was now covered in an equally full, thick beard right above his beefy neck. He had a couple tattoos too, on his broad lats and bulging biceps. Most strangely, he'd had a cross necklace on- both of you had never been that religious.

Still, he was pretty cool with you, even after you came out to him- almost more after that- and started inviting you to workout with him. You didn't have much else to do over summer break, and figured it would be good to start getting active. Your new boyfriend at college would probably appreciate the results.

"Damn, I stink!" he said with a dumb grin, lifting his pit and giving it a long sniff.

You stared at him, confused.

"What? You don't do this?" he asked.

"I really don't," you said, raising an eyebrow. "Gross," you thought.

He shrugged. "I guess I used to think it was weird too when I'd see guys do it at the gym. But once I started lifting and got that testosterone pumping, damn! My pits started to leak all the time. I'd just be sitting there watching TV, get a whiff of something, look down and see these bigass pit stains under my arms," he said, laughing dumbly. "I'd have to change my shirts 3 times a day, even if I was just chilling."

That got you kind of hard, to be honest. He gave his pit another whiff until the smell started to make his eyes water. "Ah, fuck yeah," he said shaking his head. You stared at it, the sweaty, dark hair under it binding together from how wet it all was. You looked down at your own. They were sweaty, but only because you'd been working out. Otherwise you never sweated much.

"C'mon man. Give it a try. There's nothing like inhaling your own hard earned sweat after a workout," he said in his deep voice.

You did, but it didn't really smell like anything, which you told him.

"Haha, that's cuz you just started working out bro. I remember those one-shirt days. Enjoy em while they last," he said with a dumb laugh. Then he smiled goofily. "Nah, you need to see what I mean. Wanna lil preview of what you'll smell like soon?" he said, quickly swiping his finger through his pit and towards your face.

"Fuck off ma-" you yelled, backing away, but a few drops of sweat from his dripping fingers landed on your face. The first hit you right under the nose, filling it with his musky scent. The next two landed right in your mouth. You barely noticed, barely tasted the sweaty drops, but something in you changed as his sweat ran down your throatm soaking through your skin and into your bloodstream. You wanted... more of it suddenly.

"Haha, that's what's up man," you said, your voice now as deep as his. "Yo, can I get another whiff? You fuckin reek, bro." He really did, haha.

"Dig in bro," he said with a laugh, lifting his arm again. His bicep rolled up into a mountain as he showed off his sweaty pit.

"Good shit man," you said, diving into it and giving it a whiff. It didn't make you turned on exactly- moreso enraptured, like something in you was awakening- like a deep instinct.

"Haha, you see what I mean now bro?"

"Fuck yeah," you bellowed.

Your hands roamed over the muscular, hairy peaks and valleys of his chest.

"That's a good boy. You like this body, baby?'

"Yes," you spluttered from under his pit.

"Why?

"Big... strong... hairy."

"That's right boy. I'm a fuckin man now. Fuck that skinnyboy nerd shit. You know how it feels walking around, knowing you can fuck whoever you want? One look, one fuck and these bitches are beat over me, texting me nonstop, begging to have this cock again," he saudm grabbing at his junk through his shorts. "Once I got a taste of this, why would I want anything else? I know we fucked around and did nerd shit in highschool, but its time to be a man now. That's it boy. Lap it up. Drink up all that testosterone. It's just gonna amplify what we've been getting going in your system the last couple weeks."

"Yeah," you said, barely noticing that your voice was deeper every time you spoke. "Yeah, good shit bro."

"Alright, enough for now. Time to finish benching. I'll spot you."

You slid onto the bench, energized. You usually wobbled and had awkward placement, but now you slid back onto it like a pro, arching your back as you gripped the weight. You friend stood over you, dick eye level with your face to spot you. You pumped a rep out, inhaling deep on the way down, then coughed. A blast of his musky ballsweat seeping through of his shorts filled your nose.

It was so pungent that it made your eyes start to burn. You were about to say something when the weights shot up higher than ever before.

u9His ballsweat smelled even better than his pits had. You felt blood rushing into your pecs. Another rep. You felt the pump getting stronger and stronger, like your chest was going to burst. Another rep. Another inhale. Another whiff of his ballsweat. He nodded. Another rep. A bed of sweat dripping off his nose into your open mouth. You swallowed it. Your chest felt like it would explode now- your arms, lats, back and biceps too- all doubling in size with each rep as his extra testosterone coursed through you. You stared up at his big, hairy chest towering above you. You needed to look like that, a primal voice in you said. If you were still cavemen, he'd be an alpha- strong, powerful, virile, spreading his seed. What would you be? Weak. No. You were a man- you couldn't be weak. You had to keep lifting. Get bigger. Stronger. Your eyes glazed over as your arms moved automatically now, up, down, up, down. A thin layer of hair started to grow over your suddenly huge chest, getting darker and bushier with every rep.

He smiled down at you, feeling your now hairy chest, nodding and smirking as you continued to work. It made you want to push harder. He lifted his arm behind his head again, flexing his big bicep. You stared in awe. Ten minutes ago you'd've wanted them cuz they were hot; now you wanted them because you wanted to be big like him. Powerful. Masculine. Built.

He reached into his pit with his free hand, coating it in sweat and moving it towards your mouth, which opened automatically for it. You were still pumping out reps, just starting to feel tired, but when that sweaty hand hit your mouth and your tongue instinctually swirled around it, licking up every drop, it was like you'd just begun. You grunted as the hair on your own pits there got thicker and darker everytime you lifted the weight. His hand went back to his pit, coating it in sweat, in all his excess testosterone, and back in your mouth. Your shoes ripped as your feet went from a size 8 to a size 15. A thick beard appeared on your face where your patchy facial hair had been. Musky sweat was leaking out of your own pits now; you inhaled the scent deeply, grinning. You smelled like a man now- fuck yeah. It made you push even harder as you felt your cock and balls got thicker, heavier, making room for all the extra seed you'd spread now. Your friend smiled down at you, nodding in approval as your bulge expanded.

"I think you're good man," he finally said. "The last few bits will finish up even if you stop now with everything we've got pumping through you. I'm really glad we still have so much in common after all the years, man. Same time tomorrow?"

"For sure. I'm glad too, brah," you said, racking the weight and sitting up. Something hit you in the face. A gold cross chain had appeared around your neck. You stared at, confused for a minute till you remembered you'd always been pretty old school, traditional and religious. All you wanted was a nice wife, one who'd be traditional like you, cook your meals, wash your clothes, rub your feet after a long day, serve you like a wife should and fulfill her role.

You'd cheat on her, of course. Your cock was too virile to be satisfied by one pussy. But that would just make her love you more, try harder. You'd just have to pick the right one and slowly chip away at her till she'd put up with anything for you, till she was addicted and begging for your approval. You'd put babies in her, raising them into more nice strong, religious men- and bring them up to be just like you. You'd accept nothing less.

And that's just how it happened. You spent the rest of the summer pumping iron and sweating it out with your bro by day, comparing how bad you smelled and laughing like idiots. Working out outside bronzed the thick, muscular skin under all your body hair, giving you a hot glow that was great for when you spent the night hitting the clubs and bagging chicks by night.

Every now and then you'd feel yourself question things, wonder if this was what you really wanted from life. For some reason, it felt like there was something more you'd imagined, once, or something different. But it was like whenever that happened, you'd feel your dick suddenly start getting hard, distracting you, pulling your focus. The more you tried to remember, the hornier you'd get, till the thoughts drifted away and you were practically feral, consumed with thoughts of fucking or lifting. You slowly had the thoughts less and less till you stopped having them at all. Your life was pretty great now.

[slamsuckingslut]

r6 spetsnaz head canons (SLIGHT NSFW)

my 4 favorite beefy Russian men... Just little head canons i have about how they look (for tachanka and kapkan mainly, but glaz and fuze included anyway)

CREDIT TO ALL ARTISTS WHOS ART I HAVE USED IN THIS !!

TACHANKA / ALEXSANDR SENAVIEV

He most likely has graying hair, being in his 50s I believe?? Late 40s to early 50s, this man is graying, he's been through a divorce and has like 3 kids i think. His hair is a dark brown/black with gray streaks and roots, his eyebrows having already grayed with bits of black in them still. Very salt and peppered. He definitely isn't all muscle anymore in his older age, having a bit of pudge around his stomach, hips, chest and arms. Pretty much a super fucking muscular dad bod but better cause its our lord. He might have a few stretch marks hidden in the scars from battle on his body, but isn't ashamed if you point them out. I don't see him as the type to have a beard, maybe a mustache if you think about it too hard, but I'd guess clean cut just very stubbly. but LAWD he is most definitely hairy as hell everywhere else if we ignore the animation for his elite skin and how oiled up he looks... hnnggg.... BUT he most def has very hairy legs, some chest hair but not much, gotta show off the tats, and a happy trial. He is most def packing a monster and keeps his pubes slightly trimmed, just enough to be bearable, he's getting older, he cant be bothered to be as smooth shaven as when he was young.

10/10 would chew on him like a teething toy.

KAPKAN / MAXIM BUSADA

love of my life, apple of my eye, can do no wrong, babygirl... Okay so, he's in his late 30s, not so much graying yet but def getting there. He's got dark roots and light brown ends, most likely no beard just very long stubble. 5 o'clock shadow king. He's still quite fit, not as much squish as tachanka but most def still a bit squishable. he might have slight stretch marks around his arms or thighs. HE ALSO IS SO HAIRY. Literal Russian bear, okay?? This man is a hunter, he def stays hairy because quote, "A true hunter can be an animal himself." or some mystical quote about being a true hunter like that. But he's got hairy arms and legs, chest hair and a thick happy trail leading down to barely even trimmed pubes and again an absolute monster schlong. he seems like the type to go all natural with his shaving habits, only trimming it a bit if you ask. He most definitely has lots of scars around his body, and isn't afraid to tell you about them whenever you ask.

11/10, would put him in a jar and shake it around like he was a little bug.

GLAZ / TIMUR GLAZKOV

He's 30, and DAYUM does he look good.. his hair is black, you can tell that be looking at the obvious beard thing he's got. He doesn't seem like he'd be very hairy, being i think the youngest of the 4, he stays pretty clean shaven besides the beard. Not much body hair besides legs, arms, and a thin happy trail leading down to a medium monster and very well trimmed pubes. they aren't completely shaven, but are very short. He seems like he is mostly made of lean muscle, so he isn't the squishiest but is still very soft. I don't think he's really started to get stretch marks yet, but definitely has loads of scars, considers his body a canvas and the scars the art on it that tell the story, and of those stories he will only share a few with you if you ask cause most of them he doesn't really remember how he got either. Considering he's an artist, I like to think that he'll just have mystery stains on him. Like dude, why are your fingers lime green today?? He doesn't know either, he was just simply painting.

10/10, would tape a picture of him to my pillow and hump it. (only jk guys i swear...)

FUZE / SHUHRAT KESSIKBAYEV

My favorite partially mute, weirdly closed off, awkward and most likely autistic bbg. Based off the skin where you can see his face, he is clean shaven but is another 5 o'clock shadow KING. I think he'd either have very light brown hair, or black hair, no in between. He's in his early 30s but is most def getting squishy like tachanka already. he is a big boy guys. He doesn't have the dad bod type squish like tachanka does, maybe more like a bit of a tummy and THICCCKKKKK thighs and bulky arms. He has a few stretch marks, hates them, and also hates most of the scars he has. To him, they are only a reminder that his job involves a lot of pain, some of it permanant.. *cough cough* accidentally cluster charging that hostage *cough cough*.. but he wouldn't mind telling you about a few if you were close enough with him and asked nicely (bribed him while he was drunk). Considering his face is pretty clean shaven, he probably doesn't have much body hair but definitely enough. Hairy legs, arms, a little bit of chest hair and a somewhat thick hair but thin shaped happy trail leading down to a medium but THICK LIKE THE REST OF HIM monster and an absolute mess of pubes. He seems like a lonely man, he's got no real reason to shave em, so why should he?

12/10, is autistic like me, we would go nonverbal together and do some wicked shit like have a staring contest.

[elysianightsss]

Squish I’ve got it:

Nightgown, blackberry, harvest moon

And give me that cute billionaire you teased a while ago (or like just a man)

Sleepy sleepy comfy sexy times 💋

Oh V you really know how to pick em.

CEO!Techno

The first thing you notice when you wake is how warm you are. Just the perfect amount of warm, you don’t want to move a muscle. You’re weak in a good way. In that, the duvet is heavy but not too heavy, you’re warm but not burning and if you pulled your curtains back into place so the light from the harvest moon wasn’t streaking through you’d fall right back to sleep.

Your nightgown is still crumpled up in a ball on the dark oak hardwood floor, a sweet little reminder of the fucking you received earlier. That and the ache in your cunt. Oh and of course the thick wall of muscle that was currently attached to you like a koala. You felt every ridged of muscle behind you. The abs that were hard and sturdy pressed against your back, a wide and hairy thigh tangled between your legs. Large and beefy arms wrapped around you tight.

Everything was perfect, even when it started to rain outside. You felt yourself begin to drift off again, letting yourself be pulled into the warmth again and just when you were about to give in, a phone rings. Not just any phone. Your boyfriend’s, if you could even call him that, stupid blackberry that was currently making you a third wheel in your own relationship.

A deep grunt rumbles from within the thick wall of muscle behind you, fingers flexing as he stretches. Legs detangling from yours making you frown with displeasure. “Ignore it.” Your tone seems to wake Techno up a bit quicker, it’s harsh and unhappy. He hadn’t heard it in a few months, not since your rivalry ended and feelings were confessed.

“I’m sure it’ll only be a two second call at this time of night doll.” He chuckles, a smile hinting at the corner of his plump lips.

“And I’m sure I’ll smash that thing to bits if you answer it. Doll.” You snap, not bothering to turn around and look at the raised eyebrow you definitely know he’s sporting.

“And what’s brought this attitude on?” His muscles flex as he manoeuvres you to face him, for once ignoring the call.

“I feel like I’m in a throuple with your blackberry.” You huff, glaring over his shoulder when the ringing that had just ended begins again.

He frowns, large hand reaching up to cup your cheek, “I’m sorry baby, you should have told me sooner.” He was so quick to apologise, so quick to admit he was at fault. Makes you remember the days when you were rivals, the days when he was too stubborn to admit he was at fault for anything. But then again so were you.

His sharp features, pinched with a frown suddenly smooth out and a grin stretching on his lips, “Have I been neglecting my duties?” He teases, fingertips feeling cold against your heated skin. They trail all the way down to your pussy, still swollen and dripping with him. His eyes darken when he pushes his thick fingers inside you, so wet you can take two.

You gasp harshly, breath stuttering, nipples going stiff as you arch your back, the duvet moving with a rush of cold air. You’re still sleepy, blinking big long blinks when he begins to pump his fingers in a steady rythme. You’re a goner, eyes fluttering shut as wave after wave of pleasure begins to roll through you.

Techno leans in, the stubble on his cheek scratching against the softness of yours. His teeth nip at your earlobe just as your cunt begins to clench, “That’s it doll, just take it for me and I’ll smash that phone into a million pieces.”

[stillfoodforguys]

My partner and I had been looking to include a third in the bedroom for a while. Despite both of us being quite skinny and liking that about each other, we’d both fantasised before about getting with a larger, more masculine guy. That’s why I couldn’t believe he’d managed to bring home this hairy, beefy stud from the gym, who was very eager to dominate us both.

We both sat either side of him, tucked beneath his musky pits while we sucked on his pecs. Each wearing a different coloured jockstrap, we gave him easy access for his thick fingers to play with our holes while we worshipped his bulky body. Eventually we shifted positions to get used in different ways, my boyfriend riding his cock while I sat on his face.

The man worked wonders with his tongue, making me moan as it writhed energetically inside me. He kissed just as passionately too, almost like he was trying to taste the inside of my mouth. Based on my partner’s blissful reaction, he must have been just as skilled with his cock too, making us cum over each other before bending my boyfriend over the bed and fucking his own load deep inside the lucky guy.

Once we were done, I went to the shower to quickly clean off, barely leaving the two of them alone for a few minutes. But when I returned, the stranger was the only one in the room, panting in a satisfied way that I thought was just a result of the tiring sex. Something seemed different though; I remember his belly being fairly chunky, but it looked much larger than before. He wrapped his thick arm around my shoulder as I sat beside him, embracing me tightly while I asked where my boyfriend went.

“Exactly where a dumb piece of meat is supposed to be” is what I was told before he belched in my face, gagging slightly as something suddenly got caught in his throat. I was shocked as I watched him reach into his mouth and pull out a slimy jockstrap, which I recognised as the one my partner was wearing during our fun. I tried to run away, but the big bear wrestled me onto the bed and pinned me face-down with the entirety of his huge, heavy body weighing down upon me.

I could feel that his cock was hard again from the excitement of overpowering me, twitching as it rested snugly between my cheeks. He whispered a terrifying warning into my ear: “Once he’s fully broken down, you’re next.” He started ravenously licking my neck as I squirmed beneath his immense weight, in complete fear at how much he seemed to be enjoying my taste. I could feel his stomach gradually getting softer as time went on, dreading the moment that I would be eventually be devoured.

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 10: Bear

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Derek and Peter Hale groaned as they waddled off the beach towards their car.

Just moments before, the two werewolves had been toned men researching some strange disappearances in the area. Locals would say that men would go and visit the infamous Bear Beach, only to be never heard from again.

Peter winced at the odd feeling of his beefy arms resting atop his lats. “I’m just saying, Almighty Alpha,” he sneered in Derek’s direction, “that maybe there’s a reason the place was called Bear Beach.”

Derek just grunted, not used to the way his rotund, hairy belly jiggled with every step he took. “I thought it was just a name…” he grumbled under his breath, a growl barely detectable.

Peter scoffed and gestured back towards the shore where loads of beefy hairy men lumbered around clumsily, as if they were learning how to walk. “That didn’t tip you off?” he huffed. He wanted to argue more, but instead tensed up as a slight breeze wafted over the two of them, his chest hair being billowed by it.

Derek gritted his teeth as he tried his best to ignore the tingling the breeze caused on his nubby nipples, making his cock start to stir in his tattered shorts.

The very second Derek and Peter had stepped foot on the elusive Bear Beach, they’d immediately felt themselves beginning to change. The first thing the werewolves noticed was the way their jaws had sprouted thick beards, soon followed by hair covering the rest of their bodies— especially their chests. Before either of them could even think to get away from the beach, both of their bodies exploded with flesh. Muscles inflated, but were quickly engulfed by a thick layer of fat that seemed to be centered on their new guts. Their shirts had ripped to shreds, showcasing their massive, pillowy pecs that were capped with large and sensitive nipples. However, their big bellies seemed to be the focus of their growth, making it look as if both of the werewolves had swallowed yoga balls. Derek and Peter’s guts protruded out in front of them, obscuring the view of their own lengthened cocks that dangled crazily as their widened thighs rolled over each other with every step. Even their backs had widened as their large arms puffed up, giving each man a roundish, yet muscular, appearance.

The two werewolves had been turned into total bears simply by stepping foot on Bear Beach.

As soon as the shock of their transformation wore off, Derek and Peter were alerted to the fact that every other man on the beach seemed to share their shocked expressions— all of them looking down at their own massive, hairy form in confusion.

Now the two bear werewolves waddled back to their car, trying to get the hang of moving around with large thighs constantly colliding with one another.

“We need to figure out a way to fix this,” Peter grunted as he poked at his big belly. “I don’t think any of my designer shirts will fit.”

“You poor thing,” Derek snorted, freezing as soon as he heard a loud rip and his shorts finally gave way to his thickened lower half.

The tattered fabric fell to the ground, revealing the alpha’s thickened cock that was at least nine inches and about as thick as a soda can. Not to be outdone, his large hairy ass had ballooned to an exaggerated size, looking like two fuzzy basketballs were strapped to his back.

“Damn it!” Derek roared as he stomped his foot in frustration, flinching as the movement sent a ripple through his massive butt, gut, and pecs. He blushed like crazy. “L-let’s just get out of here.”

The bears lumbered towards Derek’s Camaro, but they had a hard time squeezing their unwanted bulk inside.

Peter, being the smaller of the two, had an easier time, but he still struggled. He wasn’t used to the feeling of having a large gut resting on his lap when he sat down, and he was annoyed at the way his seatbelt completely disappeared between the crevice of his hairy pecs.

Derek had a much harder time. It took all of his cunning to wedge himself into the driver’s seat. He had to shove the seat all the way back, and even at its furthest, his furry belly still pressed against the steering wheel a little bit. Whenever he gulped in a large breath of air, his gut would push out slightly and tap the horn, making him cringe. Worse was that whenever he turned the wheel, his beefy arms would brush against his nubby nipples, making him stifle a moan. It was obviously that his bulk turned him on despite himself, as his humongous cock stiffened and began to bob out at an angle due to his large belly.

“Hopefully Stiles can figure out a way to fix us,” Peter moaned, squirming in his seat as the car’s A/C blew over his mountainous pecs, feeling like someone was running their fingers through his chest hair.

“Yeah,” Derek grunted as he accidentally jostled a nipple again, “…or maybe we can squish him between our bellies first?”

[captainlondonman]

Car Repair Bear

There was something about the local car repair garage that made Danny look in every time he passed. Above the door was a dirty sign saying Bear Repairs. In fact it was not something but someone. There was only ever one guy there but almost every time Danny slowed up enough to look in, if the guy was in full view Danny could immediately start to feel his cock swell. Christ it was not as if the guy was some hunk, in fact he was quite the opposite. He was at least 185cms high thick set ,in fact more that that he had a good sized beer belly and he was hairy as hell. He was always in a dirty and oily blue overall which was invariably open almost down to his navel , probably because it was too tight on him but it made his hairy belly bulge out through the wide gap. He had a thick silver chain around his neck and tattoos around his neck. His hands were real mechanic hands thick fingered with dirty ingrained nails and such hairy hands. He wore thick toe capped boots up to his knees with the top part folded over. His neck was as  thick as his head and he had a real bruiser face as if he had been in several street fights. Hair closely shaved with a heavy 3 day growth. There was always a ciggie hanging out one side of his mouth.. An oily rag stuck out from his rear pocket.

Danny got so turned on by this large bear bellied man, a real man that he often had to cover up his boner and then wank furiously when he got home. It reminded him of Mr Barton the school teacher. He was large with his shirt buttons always ready to split and his trousers belted tight so his belly poured out over his trousers. He obviously wore no underwear as when he walked down the classroom Danny could easily see the outline of his thick cock swinging in the baggy trousers. Every time Mr Barton passed by Danny’s hand went down to his cock under the table and stroked himself until he had a stonking hard on.

As Danny passed by the repair shop one day he saw a car driving in and a large guy in a suit, shirt and tie  get out. Christ it was Mr Barton. Jesus how could he and the repair guy be together it was almost too much. He decided he had to get closer and managed to get in whilst they were talking and hid behind a machine.

He heard Mr. Barton say ‘I’ve come for a service’.

‘Sure mate, I’ve been expecting you but it ain’t the car that’s needing serviced is it? I’d better close the door while we deal with your servicing.

The owner walked so close to Danny that he almost could have touched him. He closed the doors and as he turned to look at Mr. Barton he said

‘I knew you’d be hot. I can see that thick dick of your hard as anything from here. Don’t worry I’ll give you the full service.’

As the two men came together Mr. Barton put his hand out and grabbed the owners coverall pulling him in and then putting his hand down inside to grab hold of his cock.

‘Tell you what Les that cock of yours I dream off when I’m fucking the wife. Let me get it out and admire before I get my mouth down the shaft. I love sucking your dick and feeling all that hair on your belly rubbing against my mouth.’

Danny could now see Les’s fully erect dick. It had a thick vein on the underside and was clearly circumsized with a huge head. It must have been a full 9 inches and more like 10.

With his legs wide apart Les said

‘Well Barton as you like it that much get down on your fucking knees and get a whiff. Nice and oily and I know you like me to not have washed any piss off. You like it dirty eh?’

Mr Barton got down in front of Les to look at the boner in front  of him.

‘Shit that’s some cock. No wonder I keep coming back for a service.’

‘Look you faggot this is just the start’ and with that Les got hold of Mr Barton’s tine and yanked him up so his mouth was level with his cockhead.

‘No softly’ softly today mate, I need to feel that mouth of yours go the whole way down.’

With hand still pulling on the tie Les took his other arm and placed his beefy hand behind Barton’s head.

‘That’s it now open wide and start to get it down you. I want to feel you take my whole dick and have your lips in amongst my thick pubes so you can feel my belly pressed against you. That’s it mate let me help you and I’ll push it down yer throat.’

Barton started to gag slightly as he tried to fully open his mouth.

‘Quit the gagging you pussy and take it like a real man.’

With his hand still behind Barton’s head he pressured more and more guiding with force so his cock sunk more and more into his mouth

‘That’s it let me feel all your spit around my shaft.’

Letting one hand go from the tie Les then put both hands around Barton’s head and started to move it further in and then out.

‘That’s fucking better. You’ve got the hang of it. Jesus you so love cock. So you want the full service. So we’d better sort out that arse of yours. Get off the ground and lean over your car.’

Barton stood up the saliva from all his sucking was running down his chin.

‘Get your jacket off and I’ll do the rest’ Les snapped.

As Barton leant over the car Les took his hand and slapped hard three times causing Barton to jerk.

‘Christ careful man I can’t have the wife see me with weal marks on my arse.’

‘Well she might well be seeing all my cum running out of your arse anyway.’

Les put his muscle d arms around Barton and undid his belt. ‘You’ve been putting on a few pounds recently. Just how I like my men. Nice and beefy with a good hairy belly and bulging arse. No matter how much it bulges I love getting my cock up through the depths and into the hole.’

Les pulled down the trousers so they were set at the ankles.

‘I can feel that precum of yours on your trousers. You’ll have to something about that before you get home.’

‘You’ve a great big arse on you man. Just perfect and all that spit of yours has my cock ready to thrust right into you.’

From his position Danny could see Les’s  thick cock which he had his hand around ready to enter. Danny cock was oozing precum. He had never see two big bellied bear men have sex together but had dreamt it. Now here he was a voyeur watching one man about to fuck the living day lights out of another , his ex teacher and his own cock was straining to get out of his joggers, in fact it was tenting to such an extent that he looked as he had a pole down inside and there was a large precum stain just as his cock head rubbed against his nylon  joggers.

He watched Les take hold of each arse cheek and pull them wide apart so he could slip his cock int between to force his arse head open.

You’ve taken this dick a few times Barton so that hole of yours is ready for my prick. It’ll slide up a dream once I get past the opening and you can feel me force it right up to the hilt. Shit you have one great hairy arse. Your arse hairs and my pubes rubbing together eh?’

And with that Les sank his cock right in letting go of the cheeks as he did so the hairy arse sprang back over ’Les’s cock.

‘Bet you love being taken on your own car. Now let me grab that cock of yours while I fuck and well get that juice of yours over the bonnet nice and thick.’

With his hands firmly around Bartons belly and grasping his cock Les started to ram his own dick in and out faster and faster but each time making sure he forced it in the whole way. Barton’s arse started to react and he moved his fat arse back and forth so he could feel the full thrust

‘Fuck me man, go the whole way with your service and let me feel that spunk of yours shooting so far up I a can almost feel it in my mouth. I already have that salty taste of your precum in me.’

‘Shit Barton you’re a great fuck. Always has me coming big time so lets finish this off as my balls are ready to break and shoot my cum up you. I can feel that cock of yours pulsating and ready.’

Danny had his own cock out his hand firmly working the full length of his shaft. He knew he was going to cum, he was almost breathless with excitement watching these two guys humping. Les’s thrusting was even causing the car to move.

‘I’m fucking ready to spear you Barton so get ready to take my spunk. It’s coming. Fuuuuck.’ and with that he shot his cum forcing his body tight into Barton’s cheeks and with his final lunge Barton let out a long moan as his spunk shot through Les’s hands and over the bonnet of the car in thick creamy wads.

It was too much for Danny who had to put one hand over his mouth to stifle his orgasm and as he arched his body his spunk shot out across the machine leaving a thick white stream running down the shaft.

Les let his cock slide out and as he tucked his dick back intohis blue coverall he wiped his hand over his cock head to remove the final bit of cum and then smeared it over the coverall.

‘Now get those trousers belted. That was a hell of service. I needed that and by the way your body was wobbling around you needed to shoot your bolt.

Just as well the car doesn’t need much servicing.’

‘Better get back to school so open up and let me out .’

Still wiping his coverall and giving his hairy chest a rub, Les opened the doors just a meter away from him. Barton got into his car and drove out giving a wave.

‘It won’t be long until I’m back for more,’ he shouted out the window

As Les turned round to walk back to his workbench so Danny was quietly able to slip out

Like anything that gives you such a turn on once you have watched just one time you need to see more and your cock tells you that you need to cum again. He could not believe that he had seen his ex teacher being fucked and his cock erupting with spunk. In bed that night he started dreaming and he was back at school and Barton was walking up and down in the classroom almost brushing his pot belly against Danny’s shoulder. Every now and again the teacher would stop and slightly bend over Danny’s book so his belly rubbed against his head. At these times his eyes were staring right at Barton’s crotch. He could see the outline stretching down one inside leg and now that he had actually seen it he knew what was going on in his inside leg. As Barton bent over to ask a question so Danny’s hand came up and started to stroke his cock and balls through his thick trousers. As he did so Barton pushed himself closer into Danny and he could feel the softness of his chest. The more he cupped Barton’s cock the more Barton let his belly push in to the point that Danny could almost feel his body vanishing into the thick mass. Barton’s cock grew bigger and bigger and by now it was positively erect pushing against the fabric needing to be taken out. Danny unzipped and let his hand in to fondle the stiff prick and heavy balls. He had to force Barton’s cock out such was its length. It seemed even bigger and thicker than he had seen at the garage. Barton’s cock was now staring at Danny’s mouth the massive head gleaming with precum.. All Danny wanted was to take the full length and feel his head totally buried in Barton’s chest. Barton took hold of Danny’s head and directed his mouth to the tip forcing his mouth open pushing his heavily veined prick into his mouth so Danny could take the flow of spunk, Danny could feel every thrust but he could take it all and wanted every inch his saliva juicing around the shaft. He could feel the heat from Barton’s body and the smell as a couple of buttons popped open and his hairy chest deep into Danny’s face. Danny could feel the throbbing, he knew Barton was ready to shoot.

Suddenly the dream finished and as Danny woke up breathing hard his body arched upwards and without even having his hand over his cock, it spewed cum all the way up his chest. What a dream but sadly not real.

The next day Danny was immediately drawn back to the garage and he decided that he could still hide and at last watch the horny guy in his oiled stained overalls. As he worked on a car so the ciggie still hung out one side of the mouth and every now and again he would take his hand and shove it down the open front to give his balls a rub.. That alone made Danny’s trackies tent with his stiff prick.

Suddenly Danny heard a noise behind him and outside the door the local council workie was parking his cart. He was a big guy, his hair shaved at the sides but the top part gelled back into a ponytail. He had a thick droopy moustache and his whole body looked as if he had done very little exercise. Wide shoulders but with a thick protruding beer belly. His dirty white T shirt was too tight and had risen up to show an expansive hairy belly which hung over his yellow thick belted Hi Viz trousers. He has a yellow matching nylon sleeveless jacket and then a thick yellow dirty HIViz jacket and was kept open to show off his massive body.

As he walked in he said ‘Hey Les it’s Thursday you know I always drop by for a blow job. By the time I get here I am always stiff as a poker thinking of that mouth of yours around my cock.’

‘Christ man you should not be walking around the street looking like that. Your fucking cock is sticking out a mile in those Hi Viz. And don’t worry I know the day of the week and have just been giving myself a nice rub waiting for you. So close the door and lets get on with it.’

The binman walked up to Les and putting his arm around his neck pulled him in to tongue him.

‘Shit where have you been today mate you’re stinking.’

‘Thought you liked that.’

‘I fucking do and whatever that it is it’s sure making me even hornier. Hope you’ve not washed yourself in a couple of days as I always like that cock of your stinking of dried piss.’

‘Don’t worry I make sure its rank for you.’

Les rubbed his hands up and down the HiViz nylon crotch.

‘Christ you are really hard today.’

‘So what you waiting for,’ the binman replied undoing his wide leather belt and letting his HiViz trousers slide over his erect cock and balls.

‘Jesus I didn’t think you have washed your prick for a week. What a fucking great smell.’ As Les let himself sink to his knees so he opened the remaining couple of buttons of his overall and brought out his own cock letting his heavy set balls flip out.

‘Big man, big cock’, Les said as he took hold of the binman’s balls and squeezed them firmly yanking them down so he could feel them both. As he did. so did the binman’s cock sprang up so it was almost vertical. Bill let his tongue lick over the binman’s head allowing him to savour the dried up piss.

‘Christ you are fucking high. Love it man.’

Holding the binman’s cock Les let his tongue travel down the full shaft making sure he savoured every inch until his tongue had licked the thick bushy pubes. As his tongue worked around the shaft so the binman’s cock reacted waving around. It had a nice banana shape making it look even more erect. Les brought his tongue back to the glistening head having now covered the shaft with his spit. He was ready to suck. Still holding the full length of the prick Les opened wide and let his mouth take in the head pausing to fill his mouth with more spit and little by little he let it slide down the shaft and all the time breathing in the pungent smell of stale piss. Once his mouth was taking in the full length, Les let his hands reach up to rub over the nylon of the HiViz. He loved HiViz gear and would often lounge about it at home when he felt horny. He let his hands move over the binman’s belly and ruck up his T shirt more so he could feel the full expanse. And tangle his hands in the mass of chest hair.

He started moving his head in and out, the spit drooling down his chin and the quicker he did it so he took one hand away and brought it down on to his own shaft. The binman was clearly ready to explode and so Les wanked himself faster and faster while feeling the guys cock throbbing for his orgasm.

‘I’m ready Les so swallow that cum of mine all the way down. The binman gave a final lunge into Les’s mouth and reached his orgasm, the spunk coming out too fast for Les to swallow so it gurgled out of his mouth and rolled down his chin on and onto his coverall. Feeling so much cum in his mouth mixed with the smell of piss was too much and Les let rip with his own cum across the floor some shooting onto the binman’s dirty worn boots.

‘I love fucking Thursdays man working on that cock of yours’

‘If you fucking love them so do I, getting rid of my cum. I always like to save some up for you mate.’

The two guys sorted them selves out and the Binman opened the door to go out . Danny had been so excited and transfixed that he had not managed to get his dribbling cock out for a wank. He could feel his cock tight against the machine and as he moved so a small part fell to the floor. Before Danny had time to figure anything out Les was across and dragged him out.

‘I fucking knew someone had been in when I saw spunk marks on the floor around here. And now you’ve been getting off watching me do a blow job, you little cretin. Get off on all this do you? Of course you fucking do look at that prick of your’s tenting in your trackies. Didn’t manage to cum then, though you’ve got a bloody large patch of precum on you. So what am I going to do with you. I’m not into skinny lad like you so not much point in wasting a fuck.’

‘I’m not into skinny lads either. I love real men with lots of hair and bellies. The bigger the better. I so often wish I was a bear  as you always go for each other which leaves me out of it. I so wish I was a a hairy bear and had the life you guys have. Feeling a bears pot belly would be perfect for me.’

‘Christ you are a horny little runt and its clear you would prefer to be a nice stinking hairy bear instead of your miserable little self.’

Les took hold of Danny shoulder

‘Right come with me. Time to sort you out.’

Danny was dragged across the floor and Les opened a door into what looked like a car spray booth.

‘Get yourself in there,’ as he threw Danny inside and then locked the door.

Danny was terrified. He was locked in a windowless room with the garage owner furious and clearly wanting some form of revenge. How long was he going to be kept inside and he had no phone to get a message out. He was stuck and there seemed little point in shouting due to the thick walls. As he huddled himself in a corner he was suddenly aware of some steam coming into the room. Just at first a little stream of steam but it quickly started to build up until he could feel himself enfolded by it. It seemed only steam as he was not choking or felt as it he was being poisoned. In fact it felt warm and comfortable. However as the steam became thicker so he was aware that his clothes seemed to be almost melting and sliding off his body. The steam had removed them and as he put his hand over his body he realized that he was totally naked. The steam continued to build up around him and he then started to feel a change to his body which he could not understand. It was as though he was being pulled apart, being stretched. He felt bigger, wider and yes even much taller. Even his face was being pulled apart. He could feel the blood rushing around his body surging warmth. It felt good in fact it felt bloody great to the point he was almost getting aroused.  He wanted to understand what was going on to his body so in the thick fog started to let his hands move over himself.

‘Christ was this me. Is this really my body?’

The first thing was his whole body seemed covered in a thick mass of hair, from his belly all the way up to his neck and as he put his hands behind him the hair seemed all over his back. Not just a little covering but curly thick hair. But as he brought his hands back to his belly he realized that he no longer had a cute waist but he seemed to have a large extended belly also hairy. There was no waist.

In shock he put his hands up to his face. Where was that smooth face that rarely needed shaving. Instead his hands fondled a thick beard all the way round his mouth and even thick into his neck. It was as if his body hair had come up and spread all across his head but wait, his head was bald. Smooth, all his head hair had gone. He started to feel his hands where were the long slender fingers. It was as if he now had slabs as fingers, thick with hair. He didn’t know what to think but the feeling kept changing because slowly he was no longer feeling naked. He put his hand to his chest and was aware he was now wearing a rubber vest which was making him sweat, it was tight against his body showing every outline. But there was more, he was now in something that seemed like an coverall all open at the front with rolled up sleeves and his feet were clearly in heavy boots.

His head started to go blank and he felt dizzy. He knew there was a change but could not figure it out. But something was erasing all his thoughts, he could hardly remember his name and what his history was. He struggled to regain himself but it was too late. For a moment there was a blank and then he could feel himself rough, tough and wanting to get out, his throat felt different, harder, and he knew his voice had changed.

‘Get me out of here you fucking moron.’ He suddenly shouted his voice much deeper and with a strong local accent.

The steam stated to evaporate and leave the room. The door clicked open and Danny stormed out.

‘What has fucking gone on’

‘Jesus’ Les replied ‘I didn’t ever expect you to look this this. The way you look is only because it’s the person you have wanted to be and bloody hell man what a fucking great bear you make. Have a look at yourself.’

Danny stood legs apart staring at the dirty mirror.

‘Fuuuucking great man. Shit what a hairy bear I now am and look the part of your mate in my coverall. I’m no longer Danny, what a fucking boyish name. I’m Dan from now on and I ain’ going back.’

Dan could not take his eyes of his new look. His black rubber vest had inched up  his hairy chest which was pushing out from his half open coverall, the sleeves were rolled out to show off thick hairy and tattooed arms, both arms totally covered in tats. His neck was as thick as his head and looked more so with the black curly bushy beard. Dan rubbed his hands over his shaved head.

Again he shouted ‘Fuuuucking great.’

His hand then moved down to his crotch as seeing this image of himself had started to make feel so horny.

‘Just as well my dick is the right proportion . It feels thick and meaty and by Christ its inching down my leg needing release and you Les are gonna give me that. Get over here As Les approached so Dan picked up a knife and then quickly turned Bill round using the knife to make a hole in the rear of his coverall just at arse level.

‘I wanna fuck you in your coverall. I know you have a great cock and I can get that up me later but now its my turn to shag you good and proper.

Dan undid to last two buttons and thrust his hand down his coverall leg giving himself and good rub before yanking it out. Les could feel the massive head rubbing against his cheeks.

‘Think you need some lube man to take this big prick of mine.’

Dan got hold of the oil can from the bench and smeared a great dollop over his cock rubbing it in.

‘We’re both dirty bear mechanics so you might as well have some of your gear up you. Get your legs apart. I wanna fuck you upright. Jesus that’s some fucking great thick prick I have. Nice thick vein and love it way it gets thicker and thicker up to my pubes. Means I can get inside you not too badly and then you can feel it more and more as I drive up to the hilt.’

Spreading Les’s heavy hairy cheeks apart Dan started to ease his well oiled cock deep into Les’s arse. He could almost hear it pop as it got past the entry and as he pushed more and more so Les groaned more heavily.

‘Shit if you wanted a big dick then you certainly got one. If feels fucking great. What a fuck.’ Dan sank his cock in until his coverall was rubbing against Les’s arse. He stopped when fully in and brought his hands around to Les’s chest opening up his coverall more so he could start massaging Bill’s nipples. They were big brown and stuck out just like a real bear of a man. Les groaned even more.

‘Don’t just rub them mate give me a good going over and nip and pull, sends me crazy.’

Dan started tightening his grip on the nipples and feeling them stretched made Dan feel even hornier.

‘I fucking love working a mates tits.’ Dan started to slide his cock in and out at first slowly almost to the point of taking his dick fully out and then rather than gently sliding back in he rammed. Les was loving his tits being worked so he started letting his arse move in rythnm to Dan’s cock lunges. Dan could feel himself sweating with his rubber vest and his chest hair was glistening underneath and he could smell his manly odour form his armpits. Good strong and what a bear should smell like.

The smell , Les’s tits and the feel of his cock tight in Les’s arse was working Dan up to a frenzy. Les could feel the throbbing cock and put his hand over his own thick dick taking some oil from the same can so his hand slid up and down as the oil dripped onto the floor but his cock glowed with oil and precum.. He was forcing himself back onto Dan;s cock as though he wanted to be speared.

Dan shouted,

‘I’m about to let my load right up you. Just hope it shoots out your bloody mouth mate.’

‘Go for it Dan my own cock is ready to burst.’

With a final shove dan shot his load up Les’s arse and Les shot his spunk out over the floor, with creamy white stains all over the floor.

The two men took their greasy hands over their faces to wipe off the sweat.

‘Now I know what it’s like to be a bear and I never want to go back. Fucking great man.’

‘Well Dan you might as well stay on as a mechanic I could do with some help so I’m not shagging all the time but at least getting some car repairs done.

‘Suits me mate. Mind you after that fuck it will be difficult not to keep wanting some more sessions and having seen you own cock I fancy that up my bum.’

‘Don’t worry I’ll give you one soon enough. It might also make it a bit more fun for some of our customers if there are two of us.’

‘Make sure when Barton is back I get to fuck him. That’s a dream to come true.’

‘Forget the dreams Dan its now reality, you are bruiser of a bear.’

[potofstewie]

Cowboy

The Lowdown: Yer cowboy has been working hard at his Rodeo Competitions so It's only fair to reward him for a job well done.

The things to know: AFAB! Reader, oral (m. recieving), cowboy, creampie, praise praise and more praise, swears, petnames, breeding kink, reiner being the beefy cowboy he is, dom! Reiner, encouragement (take a shot every time you read the word "yer")

Pairing: Cowboy!Reiner x Black f!Reader

W/C: 2.4K

A/N: I had a cowboy Reiner fic that was originally supposed to be a surprise for @chrollohearttags cause to me she's the head honcho for all things Country!Reiner and I wanted to dedicate a lil sumn sumn for her enjoyment but the brainrot got too strong and I told her lmao. I tried to write this as country as I could so hope y'all enjoy!

THIS JUMPS STRAIGHT INTO THE SMUT SO EVERYTHING IS UNDER THE CUT AS A PRECAUTION

“There you go, Darlin’. Nice and easy..that’s it.” With a soft gag, your mouth finally reached the base of Reiner’s dick, nose brushing against his dark fuzz. A deep groan resounded in his chest as you moved your head, taking him all to the best of your abilities. His large, work worn hands grabbed the back of your head and moved you faster, soft gags leaving your pretty and fucked out throat. “That’s my baby..” Another groan left Reiner’s lips as your acrylic nails lightly grazed his thighs, the light touch sending shockwaves into his body and causing him to slightly lean back on the bed. 

He loved it when his sweet girl rewarded him for a job well done after every rodeo. Every time he would compete he’d always wear that black cowboy hat you loved so much and would always snatch a gloss covered goodluck kiss from you right before getting out there. That’s how y’all met in the first place; at one of his rodeo competitions when he was about to take his turn in steer wrestling but started late once he saw you looking at him with those hypnotic eyes. He could’ve lost because of you but no matter how many times he thought back on it, he would lose a million rounds if it meant he could even stand next to you, two million for you to say hi to him. 

For you, something about seeing such a burly man kick up the dirt as he held onto the horns of a running bull for dear life and seeing him turn it on its back did something to you. Especially when he’d get up, covered in dirt and send a lil wink your way, a giant grin decorating his sweaty face. To the other ladies in the roaring crowd, they all swooned and screamed to high heaven anytime he was eyeing the crowd, hoping and praying that he’d cast a smile or loving gaze their way. But little did they know, all that sweet smilin’ , winkin’ and even cheesy blown kisses were all aimed on you. 

You loved all the aspects of this cowboy, but seeing him in action added a lil something extra to your love. The way he lifted hay bales with ease, how he always looked good even when dirt or mud covered him. How the veins and muscles of his arms flexed and bulged anytime he lassoed a loose bull, concentration and furrowed brows on his face. All that and more had a hold on you something fierce. But those things hit you even harder whenever you two got intimate after a successful Rodeo. It was a ritual at this point and you both loved it.

“Look at me, sugar.” Obeying the command that was drenched in his honey coated Texan Drawl, you gazed up at your cowboy through tear heavy lashes; muscled and hairy chest heaving with every groan and grunt that he gave out, nonverbal praises that made your pussy flutter. A sly smile was present on his reddened face, his black cowboy hat sitting neatly on his head. “There’s those pretty eyes I love so much. You look so perfect right now, baby, I love it.” With a soft push to your head, your mouth met with his pelvis bone once more, his hands keeping you there for a few seconds before easing up on you. “Good girl, doing so well fer me. You always know how to treat me right fer a job well done..” A soft hum in agreement left your throat as you felt your pussy throb at his saccharine words. 

With a soft pop, your sweet cowboy released himself from your warm and inviting mouth; libidinous hazel eyes watching the sticky mix of spit and precum slowly travel down your chin. You released a satisfied hum as you wiped your lips with your thumb before licking it, big doe eyes not once leaving Reiner’s face. Your cowboy ran a rugged hand down his face, absolutely enchanted by your gaze and the lewd act you did. No words were necessary on what he wanted to do next, a flash of determination on his flushed face was all you needed to see to rise up from your kneeled position. 

Straddling him, Reiner’s pink lips crashed into your two-toned ones with fervor as his rough hands kneaded your plump ass and positioned you right where he wanted you. A sweet moan escaped your lips as you felt his leaking tip slowly enter you, your warm cunt inviting him eagerly despite the tight squeeze. “Fuck Rei…s’too big for me..” You whined softly while his hands squeezed your waist, pulling you down gently. No matter how many times y’all fucked, you could never get used to his size; his thick and veiny dick always made it feel like your first time. 

“You can do it baby, I know you can.” Taking his hat off and placing it on your head, another grunt left his mouth as he tried to keep himself under control, your tight grip on his cock practically urging him to thrust wildly upwards. Even though his lifestyle as a cowboy called for him to be aggressive and strong majority of the time, Reiner can’t help but be absolutely gentle with you as if he was handling delicate flowers. In the world of rodeos and farming, you were the only source of gentleness that he craved.  “Always doin’ right by yer cowboy..” And with his last word Reiner released a low moan as you finally took him in all in, cock twitching at the enveloping warmth and the soft whine that escaped your plump lips. 

Scooting back on the bed and laying down, the cowboy’s burly arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in closer, lips instantly attaching to yours as he slowly thrusted upwards. Soft moans that left you were timed with each deep thrust, your pussy gradually getting used to his size. “Always cheerin’ me on at my Rodeos..wearing that cute pink hat I got fer you, fuck...you know how to treat a man, right mamas?” His deep and sultry words felt as though they were seeping through your skin and traveling down to your pussy, a tightening grip on his cock being a nonverbal answer to his words.

“Mmmnh, Reiii I- Ah!” Your whine was sharply interrupted as you felt Reiner’s hips snap up with force, his tip kissing your cervix. With a tighter hold on your waist, he pistoned his cock into your dripping pussy, your cream coating his length in a matter of seconds. Your once soft mewls escalated into loud gasps and moans as the noisy claps of your ass meeting his skin filled the air. Holding onto his chest for dear life, you couldn’t help but let your mind turn into mush with every powerful thrust your cowboy rewarded you with. The squelching of your stretched out pussy did nothing but encourage your cowboy further, his hazel eyes not once leaving your face and drinking in your fucked out expression; an agape mouth and furrowed brows decorating your beautiful face. 

“Shit mama, yer makin’ a mess on my dick..You feel good ridin’ yer cowboy?” Reiner’s tantalizing voice that you loved so much called out to you and you tried your damnedest to answer but your voice was pushed out of you with every bruising kiss his cock gave to your cervix. A sharp slap was gifted to your ricocheting ass evoking a yelp from you before you felt a calloused hand rub the now sensitive spot. “Answer me baby..tell papa how yer feelin’..” A deep moan left your burly cowboy as he squished your heated cheeks to focus your lustful gaze on him, his free arm holding you with an iron grip keeping you in place. 

“Feelsh sh’good papa..got me creamin’ for you..” You let out with a sugary sweet whine that melted your sturdy man to the core. Pleased with your slurred answer, he let go of your face and slapped your ass once more sending a shock through your body. 

“Damn baby, yer pussy feels so good taking me in like this..o-oh shit..” The cowboy let out a choked moan escape him as he reveled in how good his dick felt being squeezed by the tight confines of your gaping cunt. You didn’t know how much more you could take, your tear-blurred vision gaining black spots as you felt your orgasm approaching steadfast. With Reiner’s hands snaking their way down to your ass to spread your cheeks apart, you found your opening and sat up slightly; acrylic nails digging into his chest as you held on for dear life. Keeping his fast and aggressive tempo, Reiner could tell from your screwed shut eyes that you were close. 

“C’mon sugar, don’t close ‘em..I wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum all over this dick..” His smooth like whiskey voice had a vice grip on you as you opened your eyes as best as you could, your lids only peeling back halfway causing you to bask in all that man’s glory; hair sticking to his forehead and that ever so sly smirk plastered on his face. “There you are, pretty..” With a choked gasp, you felt him reward you with another sharp thrust; your fucked out mind thinking of nothing but your ravenous need to feel him fill you up to the brim with his hot and sticky cum. 

“O-oh fuck, Daddy..’M gonna- ahh..you’re gonna make me c-cum!” Your declaration ended in a halted moan as your big cowboy watched with pride as your brown eyes rolled back into your head. You could feel your intense orgasm shoot out like a bronco leaving its pen. Your manicured nails dug deeper into his haired chest as the invigorating feeling washed over you tenfold. “Fuck! Reii!”  You panted heavily through your lips. Fucking you through your orgasm, Reiner soaked up the loud whines your throat released. He welcomed the spasms both your body and sweet pussy gave to him, pushing him closer to the sweet edge. 

“That’s it darlin’ just keep cumming on that dick..” Words of encouragement engulfed your heated ears as Reiner’s thrusts became harder and sloppier, his own release building up for departure. “Yer gonna make daddy cum all in yer pussy..you want that mama? You wanna get filled up? Wanna carry my f-fuucking kids?” Still reeling from your orgasm you lolled your head in quick nods, his words sending shocks of excitement to your abused pussy. “Gonna look so fuckin’ good with them tits filled with milk..gonna make you look so good, s-shit y/n..”

As if a coil snapped within him, your cowboy’s hips finally stilled as the thick white ropes of his cum painted every bit of your walls; a loud, guttural groan rumbling from his muscled chest as he sloppily thrusted a few more times, trying his hardest to milk every last drop from his heavy balls while also trying to keep every single drop from leaking out. After one last deep thrust, Reiner panted heavily, hazel eyes unfocusing on the ceiling. 

Giving out a slow, sensual groan you leaned down and peppered your cowboy’s neck in hot, syrupy kisses; nipping on his bobbing Adam’s Apple as he heaved for air. “Fuck baby..” His words vibrated your lips as you gave him a small hum, his rough hands traveling up and down your smooth brown back. Chuckling, he fixed his lopsided hat on your head, a small smile gracing your lips at the sweet and tender action. 

“You look so sexy with my hat on. I should make you wear it more often.” He mused softly as you rubbed his chest, delicate fingers running over the crescent marks you left. You lifted your tender ass, feeling a sliver of cum leak out from you. Your cowboy sighed a soft moan at your readjusting, hands resting on your ass as you sat back down with the length of his cock nestled in your folds.

“Mm, you think so muffin?” You said slowly, mimicking his Drawl and moving your hips back and forth with one hand on his hat as if you were bull riding. A low whine came out of Reiner’s mouth as he furrowed his eyebrows, his cream covered dick hungry for another round. 

“Shit..yeah baby..” He confirmed with a low grunt as your sensitive clit glided over his dick. A sweet moan escaped you as you felt your bundle of nerves shock you with more waves of bliss as you kept riding your cowboy. Nothing but soft moans and lewd squelching filled the room as you continued to rub his cock; his swollen tip sometimes poking inside you again causing pleasure filled groans to leave your throat. “Don’t stop..shit..keep ridin’ daddy like a good cowgirl..” One of his rough hands caged your hand that was still on his chest, the other hand firmly grabbing your waist. 

With you both feeling near painful sensitivity, your orgasms creeped up faster this time, matching your picked up pace. Reiner cupped both of your breasts as he felt his cock twitch with the oncoming release. “Fuuck y/n..I’m so close baby, keep going..shit..” You released a saccharine moan as you soaked in his dirty words, your clit throbbing in response. 

“Mm, me t-too Rei..you’re gonna make me c-cum again..” You whined as his thumbs rolled and pinched your hardened nipples, your mind once more turning into lust drenched mush. With another roll of your hips, your shared orgasms finally arrived with forceful moans; his nut decorating your folds and his pelvis as you contracted on his messy, cream covered dick. 

“Right there darlin’, your pussy feels so good doing that on me..” He said softly as you rode out your high, fatigue starting to settle in your bones. “C’mere mama, you done mighty fine by me..” Being lassoed by his honey covered drawl, you leaned down and sloppily kissed him, lips grazing over the stubble on his face. Putting his hat to the side, his hands traveled from the small curls on your neck down to the small of your back, fingers lightly grazing your skin the entire time. With a soft, wet smack your lips separated with a string of saliva between them. 

“Y’know I love it when you do well by me, right ma?” He said softly as you rested your head on his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat. You giggled softly and nodded as you felt your cowboy’s big arms wrap around you, giving your torso a light squeeze with his words. “Relax for a moment cause in a bit your cowboy wants to go again, ya heard?” 

“I heard you loud an’ clear, Cowboy.”

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

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An Error Code

Something happened.

My boyfriend Henry and I were playing FIFA on my PS4. We were messing around with creating our own players. There was something so invigorating about making some hot guy play sports for you. They could look however you wanted. Henry made a player who looked like some muscle oaf: beefy, covered in body hair, with some stupid goatee. My player had less body hair, and a sculpted beard, but was still well-muscled. They both were quite hot, to be honest, and looking over at Henry, I noticed that he was chubbing up looking at them. After we had both made our characters, we loaded them into the roster and started the game.

But the game didn’t start. It crashed leaving an error code on that familiar blue screen:

AN ERROR HAS OCCURRED IN THE APPLICATION: CUSTOM CONTENT NOT FOUND, RELOADING PLAYERS

We were left staring at this blue screen and strange error code. Neither of us had seen anything like it. The game began to automatically reboot. I turned to Henry to ask what was wrong with the console but instead saw a large beefy man in his place. His large hairy legs splayed wide on the couch, revealing his thick cock straining against his blue underpants. His hairy chest showed tufts of hair stemming from his neckline and coming from the armholes, which led to his massive muscular arms with thick armpit hair. His bearded face remained fixated on the screen. Looking down at myself, I saw large thick legs leading to a massive bulge in my grey underwear. Scratching my face, I could feel my well-groomed beard. My hand lowered to my giant bulge, rubbing it and moaning with my new deep voice as the game continued to load. The smell of our odor was intoxicating. The sweet, tangy scent of man permeated my nostrils. My dick swelled even further.

I heard the game begin. I pulled my hand off of my massive crotch and grabbed the controller, looking up at the screen through my glasses. It was crazy that Henry and I could make players who looked exactly like us. Seeing my beefy boyfriend's body on the screen running around and getting all sweaty made my dick swell again.

Once I kicked his beefy ass in the game, I knew what I was going to do with that ass right afterward.

[crissiebaby]

Squish Game: Ch. 1-3 (Patreon Preview)

DISCLAIMER: This Patreon exclusive series contains diaper usage, hypnosis, pants wetting, mental regression, masturbation/diaper sex, sissification, bondage, violence, strong language, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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PROLOGUE

Sweat dripped down Aaron’s forehead as he kept his legs locked. He’d taken a number of stupid bets over the years, but this one was certainly something. In the room with him were eleven other adults, each with the exact same goal that he had.

To keep their diapers clean...

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It all started at the race track, where much of Aaron’s misfortune often originated. With a scrap of paper clutched in his hands, he hung his head low as the horse he’d bet on blew a staggering lead.

And with that, Aaron was completely out of money. With nothing in his bank account and his credit cards maxed out, he was flat broke. And he knew he needed to get out of town as quickly as he could. He stood up to make his exit but was instantly stopped by two muscular dudes in black suits. He gulped, hoping whatever misery he was about to be put through would, at the very least, be swift.

The two men escorted Aaron through a series of dingy corridors that descended underneath the race track. He could feel his heart beating in his throat. He didn’t know what was better, to try and make a break for it now, or to be patient and see if he could find an opening later. Craning his head back, he knew he was no match for the two beefy boys who kept his walking pace brisk. Besides, squirming his way out of hairy situations was one of his best, if not one of his only, skills. His patience was an asset he couldn’t afford to lose.

The three men finally arrived at a set of double doors where two more Greek gods were standing by. Dutifully, the men grabbed their respective door handles and ushered Aaron and his escorts into the grand space.

Despite the crummy-looking hallways, Aaron was shocked to find a decadent and sophisticated space. And at the center of it was Talin, a man Aaron owed a lot of money to, along with several other well-dressed, rich white guys. Talin raised his glass towards Aaron, “Welcome Aaron, my boy. My friends and I were just talking about you.” said Talin, snapping his fingers. The bodyguards responded, grabbing Aaron’s arm and forcing him down to his knees directly in front of one of the most powerful bosses in all of LA. The intimidating, middle-aged man rested a hand on Aaron’s shoulder, “Listen, my boy. I heard what happened, and that’s a bitter loss. But a loss is a loss, all the same. Now, you and I both know you can’t pay off all that green.”

Aaron felt as though he might start crying. The kind tone Talin was taking did nothing to ease his nerves. He thought about trying to beg or argue but knew neither of those options would likely be fruitful. Instead, he looked him square in the eye and said, “No, I c-can’t.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but couldn’t help but stutter slightly. It was obvious he was scared, but at least he wouldn’t go out groveling.

Talin cackled, “See, I told you, boys, that he was a keeper. Loyal, honest-”

“Not lucky, though” interrupted one of the other gentlemen at the table to an abundance of laughter.

Aaron flushed, not happy to be mocked for his misfortune like this. He moved to stand up, but Talin rested a hand on his shoulder, keeping him down. He lowered his head. After betting the skin off his body for years, and it was time to pay the piper.

“Oh, Aaron, don’t look so down. And my friend here couldn’t be more wrong. Today is your lucky day in fact,” said Talin, causing Aaron’s ears to perk up, “I will not only forgive you of your entire outstanding debt, but you can also win both of us outrageous sums of money.”

The piper could wait another day. Aaron quickly spoke, “I’ll do it!”

The rich guys all laughed again, finding much humor and how desperate Aaron was. Talin, however, silenced them all by slamming his fist down on the table. He turned to glare at all of them, each one avoiding eye contact. He then turned to Aaron and smiled warmly, “That’s excellent, my boy. Now listen to me very carefully, the game you will be playing has a cost. If you win, you will be set for life. But, if you lose...your life will belong to someone else. Knowing this, do you still wish to proceed?

Aaron caught on to how purposefully vague Talin was being. Clearly, there was something more, if not life-threatening, that Talin was leaving out, but asking for him to elaborate was likely to be a non-starter. All he knew was that his refusal would mean his demise, so what choice did he really have? Uncertain, but determined to find a way out of this, he nodded his head.

“Boys, we have our champion,” announced Talin, causing quite the uproar of cheering from the poker table. He snapped his fingers again. The same two bodyguards came up and grabbed onto Aaron’s arms, lifting him up and leading him toward another corridor.

With how fast everything was coming at Aaron, his anxiety had shattered through the rooftop and was well on its way to the moon by this point. He turned back just before the door closed behind him, seeing Talin waving goodbye to him with a toothy grin.

Aaron was once again in the catacombs of the race track, as this hallway seemed almost grosser than the last. At least the walk wasn’t near as long. He promptly arrived at a dull pink door. Sounds of voices chatting and giggling could be heard through the door, all of them very feminine. One of the bodyguards knocked and three waited in awkward silence.

When the door opened, Aaron was greeted by a very large and voluptuous woman, who seemed nearly a full foot taller than him, despite the fact that he was over six feet tall. Despite the multiple muffled voices, she seemed to be the only one in the room. She smiled down at him with greedy, red eyes. Her lusciously painted lips parted, “Did you boys bring me a new toy to play with? Hmmm…” She grabbed Aaron’s hairless chin, turning his head back and forth. “She will do just fine.”

“She?” Aaron took a step back but could go no further with the two bodyguards boxing him in. They shoved him forward directly into the well-endowed woman and closed the door behind him. If he wanted to back out, it was already too late.

Looking at his new surroundings, Aaron was quickly overwhelmed by how pink and plush everything was. The wall and flooring were all fuzzy and pink. The only furniture in sight was a single armchair in the center of the room, perhaps the only thing that wasn’t pink, as it was instead black leather.

“Welcome, darling. My name is Ms. Blair Blankanship, but you will refer to me as Mistress. Is that understood?” said Mistress with an authoritative, yet radiant voice. Her words were like butter, smooth and creamy, entering Aaron’s ears in the most delightful way. And yet, her sultry voice had nothing on her body. If he wasn’t such a nervous wreck right now, the sight of her alone may have been enough to cause a boner. She was thicker than a snicker in the best of ways. And that said nothing about her wardrobe, with her tight black pencil skirt and silky white blouse with match paired perfectly with her blood-red lips.

Aaron was so entranced by the woman’s beauty that he completely forgot to answer her for several seconds, before muttering out, “Oh, um, yes!”

“Oh my, such a timid little thing. Don’t worry, after a week you’ll be just like all the other girls here,” said Mistress, giving him a coy smile. She grabbed him by the arm and brought him to the chair in the center of the room.

For the second time, Aaron had been dubbed the incorrect gender. This time, he spoke up, gesturing to his obviously male appearance, “Um, there seems to be a little confusion. I’m not a girl. I’m a b-”

*SMACK!*

Mistress’s hand collided with Aaron’s right cheek. The sound it made reverberated throughout the entire space. He had no time to recover before she grabbed onto his face again, much rougher than the last time, “You listen here, Arabella, and you listen well. Once you stepped through that door, the “b” word was erased from your vocabulary. Use it again in my presence and there will be severe consequences.”

Aaron sealed his lips shut. He never thought of himself as particularly obedient, but he couldn’t find it in him to stand up to his captors. Not wanting to find out what Mistress meant by “severe consequences,” he groveled, “I’m so sorry...M-Mistress.”

Returning to her neutral smile, Mistress eased Aaron back into the cushy chair. She then took his arms and tied them down, followed by his legs. Lastly, she grabbed his hair and pulled him back so that she could lock his neck in place, forcing him to stare straight forward. 

“Now,” Mistress whispered into his ear. Well, what do you know? It was possible to pop a boner under immense stress. Her teeth clicked as she continued, “I want you to be a big brave girl and keep your eyes nice and wide.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek, before taking her leave. As she walked through the same door he’d entered through, she pulled a remote from her pocket and pressed the big red button that had been lovingly placed in its center, “I’ll see you when you wake up, cutie.”

The furry pink wall in front of Aaron began to rise, revealing itself to be a curtain instead. Stationed behind it was a large, empty glass orb perched on a pedestal so it was perfectly at eye level.

Aaron pulled against the restraints, finding them much too secure to be muscled out of. He was well and truly trapped. Defying Mistress’s words, he closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, as the curtain reached the ceiling, the glass orb began to fill with a glowing pink gas. The lights around the room dimmed down, causing the smoke to shine even brighter. As the glass container finished filling, the magenta haze began to spin in a clockwise pattern. The centrifugal force of the spinning smoke generated an undeniable heat, much like a lightbulb would. It was a mesmerizing sight had Aaron’s eyes been open.

“Aaron, you’re making Mistress very sad when you don’t listen to her orders,” Mistress’s voice came through a speaker embedded in the chair, “Don’t you want to make Mistress happy? It feels so good to make Mistress happy. All you have to do is open your eyes, and then Mistress can show you just how happy I can make you feel.”

Aaron could feel his resolve waning. Something was off about this whole thing, but it wasn’t like he was going anywhere. Plus, the last thing he needed was to piss this woman off and lose his chance of absolving his debt. He clenched his fist and unclenched his eyes, allowing them to gaze at the pink spectacle.

It was beautiful, radiant, and bold. The color felt so...uniquely feminine. Was this what being a girl felt like? It was so warm and inviting and friendly. He felt like he could watch the smoke turn in that glass case for hours.

In fact, Aaron was so captivated by the glowing pink fog that he had absolutely no idea how much time was passing. Seconds turned into minutes turned into hours with no differentiation between them. His consciousness was so locked that he didn’t realize when he started to wet his pants, soaking his jeans, as well as the leather seat, in his fresh urine. And with the way the clock was moving, it was as if no time had passed when he felt himself go again, and again. After a few instigated accidents, his wetting problem turned into a messing one, as he began to ruin his pants in a far more embarrassing way.

However, in spite of the raging humiliation he should’ve been feeling, he hadn’t even noticed anything wrong. His mind was so deep in trance that nothing, not even a kick to the groin, would pull him out of it.

The speakers came to life again, with Mistress’s silky smooth voice ringing in Aaron’s ears once more, “You’ve done so well, Arabella. Your Mistress is so proud of you.”

Aaron could feel a bizarre sense of gratification from Mistress’s praise. He cooed and moaned, feeling himself growing aroused by her unyielding approbation. “Go ahead and reward yourself sweetie, and once you’re done, you will fall into a deep, deep sleep.”

“R-reward myself?” said Aaron, his voice monotone, despite how excited he was to be earning a reward so soon. He was clamoring to know what it would be. Suddenly, his arm restraints were freed, but not his legs, causing even more confusion.

“Go on, pleasure yourself to my voice, Arabella. Let my words bring you to a climax.”

That was all Aaron needed to hear. His hands instantly closed in on his urine-drenched pants. He didn’t bother with unbuckling his belt or removing his pants, instead choosing to unzip the hole in his jeans to pull his dick through. With only piss to lubricate, he furiously masturbated as his Mistress continued to speak in his ear.

“That’s right. Very good. You’re so big. Much too big to be my little sissy. Don’t worry, we’re gonna change all of that after you are fast asleep. Won’t that be nice?” “Yes!” shouted Aaron, as he was mounting toward a climax unlike anything he’d ever felt before. And it was all for her. For Mistress. For his Mistress. Thinking those words only added to the euphoria that was wrecking his body. His hands and feet were twitching with ecstasy.

Letting out a high-pitched, feral squeal, Aaron ejaculated, sending several helpings of gooey sperm onto the floor. However, unlike his normal orgasms, this one didn’t seem to be dying down. His penis kept spitting out spunk at an alarming rate. He clawed against the leather seat and thrust his hips in the air as his balls emptied out completely. He collapsed in his messy pants, fully drained of both energy and cum.

As Aaron started to drift off following his life-changing climax, he fell back against the chair and zoned out like a complete space cadet, not that he minded. Mistress was so satisfied with him and that thought made his heart flutter. He couldn’t wait to bring her even greater joy in the future.

As the curtain shuttered, so did Aaron’s eyes, ushering him into a deep sleep. Mistress, along with three other women, entered once the room was accessible again from a secret entrance hidden behind a different curtain. All of them giggled viciously. One of the girls, Elissa, nudged Mistress, “It’s not fair, Blair Bear! Why do you always get the cute ones?”

“Yeah,” said Deborah, Elissa’s loyal minion. She sniffed the air and covered her nose in an exaggerated manner, “Woof! And he’s a messy one too! I can never make their pants brown on the first try!”

The third girl, Miley, ran up and hugged Mistress, “Oh shush, Debby! You’re just jealous that Ms. Blair is just that good.”

“What did you say?” asked Deborah in a threatening voice.

Mistress stepped in between all of them, breaking up a fight in the making. “Girls, girls, this is not the time to be caddy with each other. Arabella here makes twelve,” she said, the other girl’s faces lighting up with anticipation. She smirked, her lips curling into an evil smile, “Looks like we’re ready for the games to begin.”

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ROUND 1, PART 1

The dimmed fluorescent lights that lined the ceiling of a large room powered on fully, their harsh light designed to pierce the sleeping eyelids of those under its heavy beams.

Aaron’s eyes cracked open. He instantly rolled to his side to take cover from the blinding light, barely registering the fact that he was unable to close his thighs together. He didn’t care, he just wanted to go back to sleep...wait...why couldn’t close his legs?

Aaron’s eyes opened once more, only this time he was aided by his accelerated heartbeat, which was thumping like a bass drum. His hands slowly shifted beneath the sheets. It was only when he made contact with the bulky plastic surrounding his pelvis that he noticed the pink bars that lined the mattress he was lying in. Putting two and two together, there was only one possible answer.

Sitting up and ripping the plush blankets off of himself, Aaron was horrified to find that his only attire was an enormous white diaper and a t-shirt. The pink and white baseball shirt fit him comfortably and had the number “12” written on its front and back. He instantly moved to rip the diaper off, but as he did, he suddenly stopped. He wanted to take it off, he really did. But, something in his brain wouldn’t let him.

Looking around the room, Aaron saw he wasn’t alone in this predicament. Set up in a circle were eleven other cribs with other men and women inside, each dressed identically to how he was, only the numbers on their shirts ranged from 1 to 11. He opened his mouth to speak, “Heya! Hewwo-”

Aaron stopped talking, in utter disbelief at the sounds that came out of his mouth. He tested his voice again, “Whas appenin...whas wong wit ma voish?!” No matter what he did or what way he held his jaw, he couldn’t get anything to come out of his mouth without a babyish speaking affect. 

Several others in the room turned to look at him, each with varying degrees of empathy and apathy. One girl in the crib next to Aaron with the number “11” written on her shirt took pity on him. “Ish nod jus you. We don kno-wa whas goin on,” she said, blushing at the adorable kiddy lisp she was forced to speak with.

Suddenly, a loud alarm not unlike a school bell rang throughout the room. The last two people who were asleep were startled awake by the noise. Simultaneously, the bars of all twelve cribs descended. Yet, once the cribs were all the way open, no one dared move a muscle.

Aaron looked back and forth around the room, confused as to why no one wanted to be the first to leave. He decided to make the first move, scooting himself toward the edge and hopping down to the plushy, foam-covered floor. Everyone else in the room gasped as if waiting for something bad to happen.

Quickly scanning the room, Aaron discovered finally allowing himself to get a better sense of his surroundings. Scattered all throughout the room were items and furniture pieces that one would usually find in a nursery. Combined with the crib and diaper he woke up in, it wasn’t a very far-fetched assessment, no matter how bizarre it was that a baby nursery was scaled up for adults.

As Aaron searched, he could only find one exit in the form of the large door that lined one wall of the nursery. Without thinking, he rushed over to the oversized entryway, waddling a bit with each step. It took a few seconds to get the hang of, but it wasn’t all that hard to move. He remembered his days in football, wearing bulky, padded clothing and bending his knees to balance his center.

The giant metal door was painted sky blue with white, clouds scattered across it. There was no handle or lever or anything. All Aaron could do was bang at the door and hope someone would be able to hear, “Hewwo!!!! Hewp ush!!!!”

One by one, the others stood up, each working on their own methods of finding an escape. Some joined Aaron at the door, with the idea of creating as much noise as possible. A few others started feeling around the walls, looking for a secret door or passage. Only Eleven stayed seated while everyone tried to escape.

After getting exhausted from banging on the door, Aaron turned his attention to the lone girl still inside her crib. She was small and petite with large eyes. Compared to his oafish appearance, she looked far cuter in her diaper than he did, though it wasn’t likely she should appreciate that sentiment. “Hey,” he said, leaning against the bars of her crib, “We cood use yo hewp ta-”

“I’b fine, tank you,” said Eleven, keeping her eyes trained on the door as if waiting for someone. Timidly, her eyes darted over to Aaron, looking him up and down. She sighed and muttered quietly, “An if you smart, you wiww ged back in da cwib.”

Aaron was more than a little puzzled by the girl’s response, but he got the hint. She had zero interest in talking to anyone. He looked to his crib, considering what the girl had told him, and then back towards the door, which might as well have been another wall with how unlikely they were to get it open. Regardless, he couldn’t justify sitting and waiting for help. To hell with hiding in the crib. He was going to get out of here.

However, just as Aaron was about to return to the metal door, another alarm went off, freezing everybody in place. The door slowly began to rise, forcing anyone nearby to back up. Standing on the other side with enormous smirks on their faces were 12 tall, gorgeous women, one of whom was the woman Aaron only knew as Mistress. Behind the girls was a team of slightly shorter women dressed in nurse’s uniforms.

The tallest of all the women stepped forward from the group and peered around at all the diaper babies. “Well, ladies, it looks to me like we have a lot of troublemakers who should know better than to leave their cribs on their own,” she said with an authoritative voice. She then walked up to the man with a “1” on his back and picked him up with ease. The other ladies followed suit, going after their various Littles.

“Aww, such a good baby! Mommy knew she made the right choice when she found you,” said the woman who was lifting Eleven out of her crib, “No punishment for you!”

P-Punishment?! Aaron did not like the sound of that. Since he hadn’t seen Mistress come to get him yet, he quickly ran over to his crib with the intention of jumping inside, hoping that no one noticed his sly maneuver. Sadly, just as he was climbing back in, he felt a hand on his shoulder, followed shortly by an eerily familiar voice, “It’s lovely to see you again, Aaron.”

All at once, Aaron felt his heart dissolve. He had no idea how to explain it, but Mistress’s voice and touch brought him such euphoric levels of joy. Meanwhile, his conscious brain actively fought against these invading thoughts. He slowly turned to make eye contact with the fiercely intimidating woman. She looked around at all of the other women who were far too busy with their own babies to worry about what she was up to. She pressed her finger to her lips, signaling Aaron to stay quiet as she lifted him up and cooed, “Hehe! I knew you’d make Mistress so proud by staying in your crib! Looks like there will be no punishment for you!”

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. He hated to admit it, but it wasn’t just his physical body that was in Mistress’s hands, it was his entire life. He needed to trust her for now. At least she appeared moderately on his side by getting him out of punishment. He looked to all the other women, who were forming a single-file line in front of a small, pop-up table set out by the nurses.

Mistress walked over to stand out of line with her “good baby,” allowing Aaron to see exactly what the punishment was. It was a hardy serving of castor oil. He felt his gag reflex kick in out of sympathy, thankful he didn’t have to stomach what ten of his fellow prisoners did. 

Still, thinking about the others reminded him that there was one other person who had managed to avoid punishment. Aaron craned his neck to look at Eleven, watching as her caretaker bounced the diaper-clad girl in her arms and babbled baby talk to her in her ear. How did she know to stay in the crib? While he and the others were clueless, she seemed to have advanced knowledge of what was going to happen.

Aaron’s musings were cut off as the final dose of castor oil was handed out. The lead woman once again returned to the mic, wearing a far warmer smile than before, “Hello everyone, my name is Dom, and these are my lovely Mistresses. For most of you, you have not experienced what happens to those who act out, who misbehave, or who disobey. In order to win, you must prove you’re the most mature baby in this room, and ten of you are not off to great starts.

“Win?” muttered Aaron, before realizing that idle thought was not silent. He instantly covered his mouth when he realized he’d managed to draw Dom’s attention. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he prayed he would not have to endure her wrath due to his small outburst.

Luckily, Dom only giggled at his one-worded question. “Yes, number 12, that is correct. You all were brought here for one reason. To play our game and to win,” she said, before turning her attention back to everyone else, “All of you have debts that you cannot pay off. Your lives before entering this room were already forfeit. That’s why we want to give you either the chance for redemption or at least the chance to start anew. The winner of this game will receive a handsome reward. Your debts will be paid off in full. Additionally, you will receive twelve million dollars to restart your life with, one million for every player in this room.

Audible gasps echoed throughout the room. Aaron couldn’t believe his ears. All he had to do was win some stupid game and he’d finally get out from under his gambling debt? It was almost too good to be true. It was definitely no trick though, as she soon brought forth a briefcase, opening it to show off the potential winnings.

Dom, however, was nowhere near finished with her speech. She smirked as continued, knowing she already held these penniless babies by the balls, “For the eleven of you who fail to win, you will be given a brand new life as a newborn baby slave. You will never be allowed to return to your old lives again. You will instead remain in this facility until someone purchases you, either for personal use or to be auctioned. At which point, you will have been perfectly trained to be the most obedient and adorable baby girl that you can be.”

The excitement in the room quickly died down. Aaron could feel his heart racing. He’d played with some serious stakes before, but this was something else. None of that mattered right now, though. The thought of what awaited him if he tried to refuse to play had far worse odds than 1 in 12.

Smiling, Dom finished her announcement, “Welcome to this year’s Squish Game!”

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ROUND 1, PART 2

“Welcome to this year’s Squish Game! We’re excited to have you with us! You’re assigned Mistresses will now prepare you for the first round of the game. And I know you will all do your best to be good, obedient Littles!” With her finishing words, Dom and her Mistresses got to work. Aaron’s Mistress picked him up and carried him over to one of the twelve changing tables. His was clearly marked with a big 12 written in pink numbers that perfectly matched his shirt.

Mistress propped Aaron up onto the table, taking a deep breath, “Okay, Aaron, I know this is going to sound weird...but you need to use your diaper.”

“I’b sowwy...w-whad?” stuttered Aaron, pretending not to be certain what Mistress had just said to him. In actuality, he knew exactly what she’d asked him to do. She wanted him to...he didn’t even want to think about it.

And Mistress was no fool. She could see by his expression how apprehensive her request made him. She placed her hands on his shoulders. “This is it, Aaron. This is the only change you’re gonna get until the end of the round. The last thing you want right now is to have anything inside of you.”

Aaron looked down at his diaper, dreading every second of this as he motioned for Mistress to lift him off of the table. “Sho, whas da gamb? Ho-wa do I win?” he asked, hoping to have some motivation for what he was about to do.

Mistress could only shake her head in response, “I’m sorry, Aaron. I’ve probably already said too much.” She placed her arms on two corners of the changing table and looked away.

It took Aaron a second to realize what she was doing. She was giving him as much privacy as she could to do his business. Glancing at the other teams, they all appeared to be doing something similar. Despite how grim a lot of this shit was, at least the Mistresses didn’t seem overtly cruel, with one glaring exception. Dom had her Little squatting on top of the changing table, barking at him to fill his pampers, much to his humiliation. The poor dude kept looking around the room at everyone frantically, his eyes begging for others to turn away. 

Aaron was happy to oblige, knowing he had his own problems to worry about. He bent his knees a bit more to get into a squatting position. He squinted his eyes, assuming after decades of potty training that his body wouldn’t be able to get anything out. Much to his shock, his body instantly started to pee like nothing was wrong. He stopped, recoiling from how easy it was to let go.

Mistress giggled at his reaction, “Did Aaron already forget? We had such a lovely introductory session too. You’ll find it’s not very hard to get past all those pesky mental hurdles so you can use your diaper whenever you want!”

Needless to say, Aaron wasn’t exactly thrilled by this development, but at least it made it easier for him to use his diaper when he needed to. He sighed and let himself resume his urination. He blushed hard as his diaper grew moist and yellow, which unfortunately wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Inside his progressively swelling pampers was an unexplainable erection that seemed to very much enjoy the squishy confines of his diaper. He pressed against himself to stuff his stiffy between his legs, but the diaper was far too thick to pull off that maneuver. All he ended up doing was fondling himself, which only served to turn him on even more.

*PFFFFFFFF!*

“Eeep!” yelped Aaron as he farted loudly for all in the room to hear. His stream once again stopped, though at least he’d managed to nearly empty his bladder. He now had a new problem. He had to poop. It wasn’t desperate yet, but given an hour or so, it could be.

Covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, Mistress did her best to be respectful in spite of Aaron’s comical reaction. “Sounds like someone needs to go number two!” She patted him on the back, knowing her affirmation would make him feel better thanks to the triggers that had been planted in his brain.

Defying the warm feeling in his heart from Mistress’s gentle pats, Aaron shook his head no. Peeing himself was one thing, but he’d be damned if he was going to shit himself.

Mistress, however, had other ideas. She placed her arms around his waist, pulling him close and whispering into his ear, “Hehe! Sorry, Aaron. You’ll thank me later.”

Aaron had no time to react before Mistress crushed his tummy within her tightening hug. He squirmed as the newly applied pressure sent new, confusing signals throughout his body. Normally, he’d have no problem holding his composure from a heavy embrace, but for some reason, it was like his sphincter had been activated by the aggressive mama bear hug he was receiving. He clinched with everything he had, but it was no use. His eyes went wide.

*BLOOOOOOOOOORRRRT*

Unable to form any words, Aaron could only mumble out incoherent babble as he filled his diaper with almost no control. Even worse was the strange reaction that the mushy mess was having on his body. It felt like he got even harder after muddying his butt. He hated the way it oozed around in the back of his nappy...so why did it turn him on so goddamn much?!

Mistress was quick to notice this phenomenon occurring and decided to take matters into her own hands. She carefully grabbed onto the front of his diaper, slowly encircling the padding around his phallus. “Uh oh, looks like widdwe Aaron is getting all excited,” she said as she began to pump her hand up and down.

Aaron’s knees went weak. He couldn’t find it in him to fight back. It felt too good to want it to stop. Any thought of how disgusted he should be was replaced in less than a millisecond by the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. An ungodly screech escaped his lips as he unloaded his spunk into his nappy, playing right into Mistress’s hand.

As Aaron jizzed in his pampers, Mistress pressed her other hand into the back of his diaper, smushing his own filth against his backside. This was her cherry on top. She wanted to make sure that Aaron associated his wonderful climax with the messy diaper he was stuck in. She spoke into his ear, “Oh wow, I’ve never had a sissy baby so eager before! Did Mistress do a good job?”

“Ahhh...uh-huh..” was all Aaron could muster the strength to say. He rested his weight into Mistress’s arms, feeling oddly content. He could get used to-NO! “Gah...wha...did I-”

A cruel snicker sent chills throughout Aaron’s spine as Mistress lifted his noodle-like body onto the table. “From now on, you’ll find that, after a climax, your mind and body are as loose and docile as a newborn baby. You must have a strong will to break through the mental effects so quickly,” she said, complimenting his resiliency.

Aaron couldn’t care less about the flattery at this present. He would’ve been scowling had his eyes not been so droopy. If only it were just his eyes. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to will his body to move whatsoever. It was like he was completely paralyzed. “Wha...c-can’d I...mobe…” he mumbled, still panting heavily.

“Because you’re under hypnotic trance, silly billy. Remember?” said Mistress, sweetly, yet coldly at the same time. She chuckled, “I just told you mere minutes ago. Maybe I gave your baby brains too much credit.”

Blushing, Aaron couldn’t believe a form of hypnosis was so strong that it could disable his body at will. And yet, his immovable limbs were all the evidence he needed to prove the contrary.

With no warning, Mistress leaned down and kissed him on the lips. His body convulsed filled with ecstasy and adrenaline, as her plush lips consumed him. She giggled at the admiration that coursed through his entire body. She couldn’t get enough of her sweet, helpless victims losing themselves to her touch. That was all it took to send Aaron’s mind back down, leaving him perfectly pliant.

Grabbing his ankles, Mistress unfastened Aaron’s diaper tapes, removing his wet, messy, and sticky diaper. Part of her wanted to tease him about it, but she knew he wouldn’t comprehend a word she said right now anyway. She wiped him down thoroughly, gaining intense satisfaction at the reaction she could still get out of him.

Despite cumming buckets into his fluffy diaper, Aaron was already back at full attention. He wasn’t aware, but increased sperm production was just another influence of the trance he was under. His balls were already looking plump again, a good sign that his body was adapting well to its new conditions.

Having had to go last in sissy baby selection was new for Mistress, so she was a tad concerned his body wouldn’t have enough time to incubate. Lo and behold, she may have lucked her way into her most subby baby yet.

Mistress placed a clean diaper under Aaron’s butt and wasted no time slathering him up with baby lotion and coating his privates and backside with powder. She made sure not to stroke him too much. She’d already let him cum once and she didn’t want to spoil him before he even made it through the first round. It almost felt like a form of self-deprivation, though, since she would’ve loved nothing more than to waste the rest of her day making him ejaculate over and over again. Instead, she restrained her inner desires as she smothered his throbbing member underneath the soft, plushy diaper front.

Looking around at how the others were progressing, Mistress was pleased to see that only she and Dom had yet to finish pleasuring and changing their Littles. Another advantage she had over her competition. Leaning in close to Aaron’s ear, she whispered, “Okay Aaron, pay attention. In a few minutes, I’m going to be escorting you into the game room. You will have to compete to stay in the game. If you lose, you’ll never get to see Mistress again, so make sure you do your best! I don’t know what the first game will be, but my advice is to be cautious and let others be the first to make mistakes. You’ll also want to keep...

Aaron did his best to keep up, but Mistress was talking a mile a minute. Still, he didn’t want her to think he wasn’t paying attention, so he put all of his energy into nodding along with every word she said.

*RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGG!!!*

The school bell alarm sounded off again, alerting the Mistresses that their time was up. Several ladies were still taping their babies into their diapers while simultaneously lifting them up and rushing toward the exit. But not Aaron’s Mistress. She was cool and confident as she raised her well-prepared baby up to her chest, nuzzling his head in the crux of her neck.

“I hope you’re ready, Aaron, because the game is about to begin.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Hello! I was wondering if you had anymore HCs for Saejima (either sfw or not) other than the ones you've already done? I just can't get enough of that tiger, haha. I understand if not though. Thank you and have a good day!

taiga saejima sfw and nsfw headcanons !

🐅 pairing - taiga saejima/afab!reader

🐅 tags - nsfw, minors dni, no gendered terms or pronouns used, bullet list headcanons, dom!saejima

🐅 a/n - i will take any and all opportunities to speak about saejima i love love LOVE that big beefy man <33 also sorry for the slowing pace of posting!! the ay dee eich dee has been truly kicking my butt

🐅 SFW 🐅

the most protective boyfriend EVER

he's not a huge fan of pda so he won't insist on keeping his hands on you, but rest assured if you're out together in public you're never out of his sight or arm's length of him

he knows you're more than capable of handling yourself, but he can't stand the thought of you being somewhere where he can't reach in case something happens

extremely jealous - the sight of another man talking or even looking at you makes a pit form in his stomach

if he gets even the slightest inkling that you're uncomfortable or that the dude has less than pure intentions, he'll come up behind you and put an arm around your waist with the meanest, scariest glare he can muster which usually sends most men running

(sometimes, on his grumpier days, he'll do this just because he doesn't want other men talking to you)

you're his pride and joy above all - he's not much of a talker, nor one to show off, but you could be literally doing anything - singing your heart out off-key at karaoke, getting a gutter ball in bowling, completely missing your swing at the batting center - and he's just sitting and watching you with a soft, proud smile on his lips

not the best at big, grand gestures of affection like buying you flowers or taking you on romantic dates, but he'll show his devotion to you in little acts of service, like cooking every piece of meat for you at the yakiniku restaurant or bringing back a small souvenir that reminded him of you whenever his patriarch business takes him away somewhere

anybody in the saejima family knows not to cross him when he's been away from you for too long - he gets GROUCHY

he's good at playing the part of the scary, stoic boyfriend when you're out in public - but rest assured, when it's just the two of you, he's such a cuddlebug

doesn't often initiate physical contact, but as soon as you flop on top of him when he's lounging on the couch and watching tv, you're not leaving

cuddling with you brings out his playful side - if he hasn't shaved in a while, he'll nuzzle his face into your neck and chuckle when you complain that his scruff is tickling you

he adores you so much, and sometimes he wonders what a mean old bastard like him did to deserve someone so wonderful

is so single-handedly focused and devoted to you - when you're with him nothing else exists

if something or someone dares to threaten your safety or take you away from him, saejima won't stop unless the threat's obliterated and you're back in his arms

not a very verbal person, but if you were ever hurt or sad, he'd hold onto you like letting go would make you disappear, mumbling over and over about how sorry he is that he couldn't protect you

will have a hard time letting you out of his sight after that - he doesn't keep you locked away, because he knows better than anyone what it's like to be trapped, but he'll pace your shared apartment restlessly like a caged tiger until you come back

🐅 NSFW 🐅

hard dom - the 'hard' part isn't even because he enforces any rules or kinks, he's just ROUGH

saejima always tries his best to be gentle and romantic in bed like he thinks you deserve... but he gets pussydrunk so easily

no matter how slow or fast he's going, his thrusts are ROUGH - he just needs to be buried as deep in you as humanly possible

i saw someone else say that he's probably pretty hairy down there and i definitely agree - he might give it a trim every once in a while if you complain, but otherwise he doesn't really see the point

i've talked about how hung he is before but let's get into the nitty gritty of that shall we :)

he's uncut, just under 8 inches long hard - but what's seriously most impressive about that monster in his pants is that he's thick as fuck

veiny, and always flushes a dark red when he's hard with a healthy amount of pre beading at the tip

he cums a LOT, too - it's always thick, and he doesn't really jack off when he's in a relationship so he's always saved up a lot

i'm not gonna lie, his cum probably tastes pretty bitter especially because he's a serial smoker

despite all his stoicism, it does not take a lot for him to get aroused

you could look at him a certain way or say a few suggestive words and he's already feeling his body grow hot

likes leaving hickeys and bite marks where other people can't see them - he's not shameless enough that he'll broadcast that you two had sex to the world, but it does satisfy him to know that his brand is on you where only he can see

regarding what i said above about him getting too grumpy when he's away from you for too long - be prepared for an exceptionally rough session when he finally gets you in his sights again

he always has to have some sort of grip on you - your hips, your thighs, your arms, your waist - it doesn't matter, just as long as you're in his grasp

he's not really loud during sex - his sounds are mostly limited to little grunts and growls

but just because he's quiet doesn't mean he wants you to be - in fact, he LOVES when you're nice and loud for him

he probably could cum from the sound of your pretty mewls and moans alone, honestly

no matter how soft or rough he goes on you on any given night, he always makes sure to hold you close afterwards, asking if you're alright

he'll get up to carry you to the bathroom to clean up or get you a glass of water once you've been smothered enough by his bear hugs

usually one round is enough to satisfy him, especially because he gets so sleepy afterwards - but if you REALLY rile him up, expect him to go at it again and again until he's run both you and himself into the ground :)