I know this one's been a long time coming but I think it's really hot. Thanks for all the emails guys! Makes it worth writing. Hope you enjoy.
There had to be a wolf in the room. That was the only way to explain it. Nothing else could growl like that.
Except Jack's stomach.
--Fuck... Jack thought, in a daze.
He had never been hungrier in his life. He heard and felt another growl, almost making his tummy ripple, it was so strong.
And there was the cold wetness again. He must've fallen onto the floor while he slept last night. But it was everywhere, like someone had poured all the syrup in the grocery store on his pool room floor. Jack opened his eyes and shut them immediately.
--No way... no fucking way... Jack thought.
If this was real, he had to fucking help him. But how? How did Danny get like that so fast? Nevermind, he had to make sure he wasn't making it up first. Danny looked like a skeleton. His skin was drawn grotesquely tight against his bones. And he was whiter than ash. His breaths came few and far between and labored. Jack wanted to cry. He wanted to, but he couldn't. The tears wouldn't come.
The world was so dark and musty and expansive. He could hear the same distant groaning as last time, coming from another point in time, it seemed. He caught sight of a pair of feet not another foot above Danny's head when he looked back at him. Following the bones with his eyes, Jack could barely recognize Ryan. Just as gaunt and just as pale as Danny. Jack glanced on the other side of him and could see little Stephen in the same state. Naked, grossly malnourished and seemingly asleep.
He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't even cry to let it all out. He fucking loved these boys and he couldn't stand to see them like this. Jack curled up on the grimy ground in utter defeat. A minute went by before he noticed his own body creaking with each breath he fought for. He thought to look down at himself for the first time and saw a carbon copy of his friends. He recoiled instinctively and tried to sit up to get his bearings but his head came crashing back down to the floor with a thud. It was like he was on a leash of some sort attached directly to his scalp. He ran his fingers along his bald head and could feel a huge cold rod protruding from the back.
The world flickered in front of his eyes in an instant as if he was watching an old film in the dark of a basement and the image of Stephen's sweet sleeping face flooded his field of vision. He could smell cum on his breath as he breathed heavily, straight into Jack's mouth.
--Oh shit, that's hot, Jack thought. God damn it! No!
He could feel the memory of the horrors he had just seen fade with every passing second. He had to remember it. He had to.
--Come on! Fuck! Jack thought.
The faces and features of his ghastly friends in his mind were receding into nothing.
--Damn it! No!
Jack shut his eyes and focused on what he had just seen. What he was convinced was real. Dark, cold, wet, Danny... Danny?
He rolled over to see if he could spot Danny and was met with his smooth tummy in his face.
Ryan?
Jack looked around the room and finally found him spooning with Thomas. Ryan's dick flexed a little in Thomas' ass, both of their balls climbing with pleasure in their sacks.
Jack spotted the clock on the far wall. Fuck. 7:41. It was way too early.
And back to square one. Stephen's innocent little face. Well maybe not so innocent now but it still looked it somehow even after all the cock he took last night. Jack crawled a little closer to him in an effort to breathe more of his sweet cummy breath. He swore he could taste it. He kissed him ever so lightly, wanting him to think he was dreaming it. Jack blinked and was instantly behind Stephen, his dick sandwiched in between the boy's slimy ass cheeks. Jack hugged up to him and ran his hand along Stephen's poochy tummy full of his buddies' cum. He could feel the sperm swimming around just beneath the surface of his skin, as if it was responding to his touch.
Jack started whispering sweet nothings into Stephen's ear as he slowly slid a finger up his well used love chute, still drenched in all the boys' love from last night. He gathered a dollop of warm cum on his finger and sampled it. A rush of heat flooded his body starting at his face and plumped his cock up nicely in between Stephen's buns. Curious, Jack coated his finger in some more of Stephen's gooey leftovers and mixed it with his own reserves in his ass and put the mix in Stephen's mouth. He could feel him close his lips around his finger after a few seconds and suck vigorously. Stephen swallowed needfully around Jack's laden finger. Stephen felt the peach fuzz around his mouth bristle with energy and the skin on his face tingle with prickly warmth. He couldn't help but chuckle at the amazing sensation of lust his body was pulsing with. It was getting stronger by the second.
Jack took his finger out of Stephen's mouth and cradled his neck and head in his hands, burying his nose in Stephen's fluffy hair and breathing deeply of the ambient smells of boy sex flavored by Stephen's own peculiar aromas of hotness. The air that filled his lungs woke him up more than any amount of coffee or Mountain Dew could ever hope to and gave his cock an extra jolt of fullness. Stephen shuddered at Jack's palpable display of need for him and dryly swallowed air in a nervous fit to get Jack's cock up his loose ass as fast as he could. He was shocked to feel the prodigious length worm its way completely to the pubes in one unbroken motion, his ass was still so lubed from last night. The boys heaved an immense sigh of satisfaction; they were puzzle pieces and had finally been put together again.
In the next ten seconds, Jack's thoughts made a quantum leap from comparatively ordinary to otherworldly in terms of how he felt he should use his powers. They were alien to him at first, the stuff of science fiction and manga. But the more he acknowledged them, the more they took root and seemed natural, even. He felt a sudden rush of blood to his head and almost blacked out, breathing heavily against the back of Stephen's neck.
"You ok, Jack?" Stephen whispered, concerned.
"Eghh..."
Jack cleared his throat. "Yeah... I think so."
The tone in his voice didn't have either of them convinced.
Stephen looked back and saw that Jack was grimacing in pain, his eyes shut tight against it.
"It's gonna be ok, bro," Stephen whispered onto Jack's lips before he moved in to kiss them. At first Jack seemed disinterested and wholly preoccupied by whatever pain he was in. But Stephen was nothing if not persistent and was determined to break into the hurting boy's mouth and cheer him up with a little tongue. He could taste the asses of all the boys in the room on Jack's soft blonde fuzz around his mouth. His heart beat harder as he savored the record of lust Jack was keeping on his musky face. Stephen could also taste ballsack on the bridge of his nose and chin. He slobbered back over Jack's pursed lips and was a little pissed he wasn't letting him in.
"Oh come on, Jack," Stephen breathed. He flexed his ass hole hard and sucked his stomach in sharply, trying to smother Jack's cock with a tidal wave of pleasure.
Open sesame. Stephen dove in with a purpose as Jack gasped a ragged breath. He smothered Jack with a thousand kisses and scraped over his teeth with his tongue, searching for any pocket of cum that might be left in his mouth. Jack breathed in deeply through his nose and his eyebrows relaxed considerably.
"See... everything's... gonna... be ok..." Stephen said in between smatterings of kisses.
Jack's eyes ripped open and locked onto Stephen's that were just centimeters from his own. Stephen freaked a little bit because Jack's eyes were extremely dilated, his pupils extending beyond where he thought his iris should be.
--Yes... it is...
Stephen's blood pressure spiked as his whole body went rigid for a millisecond. He heard Jack's voice resonate in the room of his mind. He was looking right at Jack when he heard it and he didn't see his mouth move. He couldn't blink, Jack's eyes were so captivating. He could see them hovering in front of him, searching him both inside and out with almost imperceptible little movements.
--Sssh, Stephen. I love you so much.
Whatever apprehension Stephen may have had at witnessing his friend's countenance change so strangely and quickly right in front of his eyes melted at those resounding words spoken right in his mind.
--I'm going to give you something I'll never give anyone else.
Stephen felt Jack's ballsack on his gooch triple in weight and develop a strong pulse. It felt independent of Jack's regular heartbeat, which was really weak and almost at a standstill. But the pulse in his balls was getting stronger and more rapid.
--I'm giving it to you because I love you so bad... so much it hurts.
Stephen could see a couple tears well up in Jack's wide open, puppy dog eyes and fall down his nose. He didn't even blink them away. He was almost motionless except for his shallow breathing which came at inhumanly long intervals.
Jack silently compelled Stephen to look back in front of him for fear his changing appearance might spook him. It was weird; Jack had never encountered these thoughts or feelings before and he was definitely tapping into resources and power he'd been unaware of up to this point, but he knew in his gut he would freak anyone out if they saw him in this state.
The skin around his face and chest became translucently purple from increased blood flow and his eyes dilated even further, pushing the whites of his eyes almost out of sight. The veins in his chest, neck and temples visibly undulated to the pulse originating in his sack. His heart had completely stopped at this point. The pure embodiment of lust in his balls was the only thing moving his blood now. In fact, Jack had never felt more alive. His sack was dancing in the same lopsided way his heart would have been. His every sense was magnified a thousand fold. One smell yielded mountains of information. He could catalog to the second when all the boys had cum last night just from the odor of the room. He drooled a slimy, precum-like saliva constantly, coating the back of Stephen's neck with a passion-filled film.
--Stephen, do you trust me?
Jack could feel him close his eyes through his fingers as he hugged up on him tightly.
--Do you trust me?
He felt him open them again and look around for a second.
--I do, Jack.
It was faint, but it was there.
--I love you Stephen.
--I love you too, Jack.
--Take a deep breath. Close your eyes.
Jack could feel Stephen's heart rate climb as he felt him close his eyes and fill his lungs. The poor boy was so lost. He had no idea what was about to happen, but he knew it must be worth it.
The boys lay suspended for an indefinite amount of time within a single second. Jack palmed Stephen's pudgy tummy full of cum, the mass of spooge under the flesh trailing his roaming hand as if it were attracted to it.
"Unnnghhhh!" Jack shouted, in real life and in Stephen's head.
Stephen felt extreme discomfort in his ass, spreading fast to his intestines. He wanted off this ride.
--Stay with me, bro. Hang on... hang on.
Jack could barely communicate with him, his cock was so busy snaking its way up his guts. His cockhead was gaping wide open, cannibalizing the congealed, half-solid half-liquid stock of cum littering Stephen's innards. He could feel it drain down into his pulsing balls, the sack plumping with each intestinal bend his cock inched past inside Stephen.
Jack could feel Stephen's excruciating groan borne from pain throughout his whole body, most prominently in his cock. He was testing Stephen's very core and was getting close to making him pass out.
--We're almost there, Stephen. Almost there.
Jack felt Stephen's face cinch up as he started crying and shuddering, desperately wanting this to stop.
--One more, bro. One more.
Jack's pupils engulfed his eyes completely, his veins nearly bursting from his skin as the beat of his ballsack raised his blood pressure to a constant maximum. And then he pushed through.
Both boys let go of the breath they had been holding for the better part of three minutes. And in they breathed... not air... but a liquid. They could feel it percolate in their lungs. And the exhale was just as exhilarating and aquatic and foreign as the inhale. It felt like a river flooded their lungs with each breath. Their chests still heaved with each aspiration, but no air escaped their mouths or nostrils.
--This will definitely take some getting used to, Jack thought.
--Jack, what the hell's going on... Stephen thought faintly.
--You're different, Stephen. I'm different. You feel that?
Jack grew his cock a little more, nudging it past Stephen's lower stomach sphincter and into the sea of spooge in his belly.
--Move around a little, Jack suggested.
Stephen rolled over a little and stopped. He had never felt so full in his life. He rubbed at the bloated feeling right around his pubes and felt Jack moan loudly in his mind.
--No way, Stephen thought.
Jack couldn't help but giggle.
He rolled over a little more and what felt like a big fat worm flopped around in his tummy, displacing some of the cum in his belly, making him burp a little of it up.
--Crap, sorry, Jack thought. He had forgotten to make his stomach a little bigger so that wouldn't happen.
Stephen swallowed the cum back down and panted, realizing that Jack's cock was halfway up his stomach.
--Holy fuck, Jack.
--Isn't it amazing?
Stephen was so turned on, his cock steadily gushed precum, puddling underneath them. He timidly felt for Jack's turgid ballsack, alive with lust. Laying his hand on it was like grasping someone's beating heart through their chest. Intensely gross at first but awe inspiring once you thought about it. He was holding Jack's everything in his hand. For the first time since all this had started, Jack closed his eyes, giving into the pleasure of this magnificent boy holding the most vital and precious part of himself in his hand.
Jack reached around and cupped Stephen's sack, squeezing his balls ever so slightly.
--I'm gonna give you a little drop of the passion coursing through me, Stephen felt in his head as Jack's fingers seemed to fuse into his sack and drag across his balls like flint. The first time he felt his sack pulse it scared him to death. Stephen pressed a hand into his and Jack's sacks as they beat in unison.
--Don't freak out but your heart's gonna stop too.
Stephen's chest slowly calmed as his heart petered out over the next twenty seconds.
--Wow, this is weird. My heart's in my balls now and I don't breathe air anymore.
Jack just laughed at Stephen's thought.
"I wanna fuck everything in sight!" Stephen hissed, eyeing all the sleeping bare boy ass in the room. "How the hell do you stand this?"
"It's really fucking hard," Jack confessed. "I honestly don't know how I'm not exploding your body with my cock right now, it's wound up like a spring."
"Wow that's reassuring," Stephen laughed.
"I'm still getting used to it, too, bro," Jack said. "Rub all over your tummy for me."
Even the slightest brush of his stomach elicited a shrieking moan from Jack. Stephen's sense of touch was intensely magnified. He could feel every inch of Jack inside him, from his ass to the middle of his stomach. It took a solid minute for a single flex of Jack's cock to travel from the base to the head. Feeling the ripple of hardness move like a wave through his guts was maddeningly pleasurable. Stephen kneaded his pliable belly like a mound of dough, whipping up a storm of jizzy jello around Jack's aching cockhead.
--Do you have any idea what you do to me? Stephen felt Jack plead.
--A little bit, Stephen thought shyly.
--Wiggle your ass for me, Jack urged.
Every micrometer that Stephen gyrated around Jack's cock sent a searing laser of pleasure up his serpentine shaft that ricocheted and lingered in his cockhead, now almost the size of his fist. Stephen rubbed the slimy velvet insides of his stomach across Jack's grossly bloated mushroom, loving how he could feel the huge ridge through his tummy.
Jack was groaning in another language and octave. He could barely process the levels of pleasure he was swimming in. Even so, he wanted to drown in it. For hours. Jack suddenly thought ahead to when they would cum. How was he going to catch all of Stephen's precious spooge? Grow his cock far enough to reach his mouth? Hmm. No, that was too ordinary. Maybe turn his hand into a cum sucking vacuum that went straight to his stomach? Awesome! But still, it was too "indirect." Jack wanted to gorge himself on Stephen's cum in a completely novel way... Like everything else that had happened so far, he figured it would come to him when the time was right.
--Stephen...
--Yeah...
Jack tickled the pleasure center of Stephen's brain with his mind, just for shits and grins. He could feel Stephen's skin crackle with sparks of orgasm and the rest of his brain burn with lust. Stephen shuddered from the inside out, making Jack's cock ripple with desire from one end to the other.
--Fuck, Jack, Stephen could barely think.
--You like that? Jack smiled.
Stephen couldn't even form words in his mind. Jack loved it when that happened. All he could hear was Stephen's mad internal grunts for more.
Jack tickled it again. Shudder. Flex. He had two different flexes traveling up Stephen's guts now. It felt weird.
--More.
He was getting whiny now.
Tickle. Shudder. Flex.
--More!
Jack cranked it up full blast for a nanosecond and then stopped it. Stephen's body seized for a full thirty seconds from pleasure overload. Jack had to fight back tears his dick felt so good. He thought his cockhead might literally explode it was so tight. A little bigger than a baseball in Stephen's writhing stomach.
Stephen's mind was so quiet during his thrashing about that Jack almost shit himself when he heard Stephen yell
--MORE GOD DAMMIT!
Jack grinned wickedly.
--You better... fuckin... BE CAREFUL...
Jack cranked it up full blast for a few seconds. Stephen was bordering on being catatonic.
--WHAT YOU FUCKIN WISH FOR!
Jack blew the circuitry off Stephen's pleasure center. There was no turning it off now. Jack could barely read what was going on in Stephen's mind, it was so chaotic. He caught a "FUCK!" and an earth shattering moan every now and then but the rest of it was just a tangled mass of pseudo consciousness. Jack was cruelly holding Stephen on the precipice of his orgasm, refusing to let him tumble down the ever long hill. It was really fuckin hard too. It was like trying to contain a self-sustaining fusion reaction. The veins in Jack's chest tripled in size, his skin barely containing them. He had a momentary look of uncertainty in the big black pools that were his eyes. They glistened with tears of fear. He didn't think he could pull it off. Stephen was about to cum. That meant he was about to, too. Stephen's pleasure reactor was melting down and his orgasm was getting to be too much to hold. He'd done too much this time. He knew it now. Both of their ballsacks were about to beat straight out of their bodies. This new power was so seductive, he had forgotten they were mortal. His sight slowly started to blackout from the strain of keeping all the different plates spinning in the air.
--So this is the limit, Jack thought. Well, I'm glad I got that sorted...
He could feel hot tears roll down Stephen's cheeks. His body was begging Jack to let go. When Stephen's teeth started chattering, he surrendered and both their bodies went limp as rag dolls for a few seconds. Then every muscle in their bodies contracted full force as their balls starting pumping cum along with their blood.
In an instant, Jack knew immediately how he wanted to take Stephen's cum. He had already felt Stephen's ass clamp down twice so he knew he had to act fast or else he might miss the first explosion of it. He grew Stephen's cock long enough to reach his ballsack and jammed it straight in, fusing his flesh back around the huge cockhead. Exhausted, Jack went limp again as he felt Stephen's torrential load flood his sack.
--No! No... no... no
He was slipping out of consciousness. And he couldn't make corrections anymore. The flow of Stephen's cum was going to blow a hole in his balls now. He couldn't fix it.
But his balls kept pumping, never losing a beat. In fact, it got stronger. This was so weird. Jack thought he was about to throw up. He dry heaved a couple times. He could feel the burning hot lake of Stephen's cum in his sack getting sucked up by his balls. He wasn't even doing anything. This was just the new system in his body working on its own now. In the span of ten seconds, Jack's balls went from having a surplus of cum to suck up to waiting on each pint-sized squirt from Stephen's cockhead.
Stephen's jizz felt like acid raging through his body. Jack had no fucking clue what was going on... until he saw a murky white sludge slowly percolate up the blood vessels in his chest that were as thick as Amazon vines. He coughed in disbelief and shock. No way. There is no fucking way. He watched the same white slime work its way down his arms and hands. He felt like he could arm wrestle the Incredible Hulk right now and win.
--My... his... I'm...
Jack could barely bring himself to think it.
--His cum is my blood now.
Jack retched violently as the boiling river of Stephen's spooge filled his lungs. He was convinced the breath he breathed next was surely the first real breath he had ever taken in his life. The amount of energy he recouped in that single breath of Stephen's cum was easily more than he ever had previously in all of his short twelve and a half years.
But nothing could have prepared him for when his new cumblood started to flood his cock, deep in Stephen's bowels. The new lifeforce hardened his cock beyond that of steel as he felt the thunderous stampede of his orgasm hesitate at the base of his shaft. Stephen was still cumming just as forcefully as he had been for the last few minutes, his ass milking Jack's shaft for all it was worth.
--This is not the limit, Jack squinted. He was on a different plane now.
If Stephen's orgasm was the Sun, his own had to be Betelgeuse, yet he contained it easily with almost no effort. It was second nature, yet the pleasure he felt was no less potent. Every time he thought he would pass out, all he had to do was pass some of Stephen's cum through his lungs and his energy returned ten fold. While holding his own supernova orgasm at bay and maintaining Stephen's meltdown of one, he dissolved Stephen's skin away from his body and suspended it in the air so he could see his cock filling out every delicious inch of Stephen's insides. He made his digestive tract translucent so he could see the rippling of his cock each time Stephen clamped down on it with his ass. He was so beautiful on the inside. Jack stared in complete awe at Stephen's raw muscles straining against the intensity of his orgasm. Jack peered into his cum filled stomach and could tell how many separate loads were sloshing around just by looking at it.
Jack was convinced the metamorphosis he had undergone would happen to Stephen too and he wanted to watch it while experiencing it. But he wanted to fully devote himself to each action, so he bent time as if it were a twig and angled the stream of himself off onto a prism, reflecting himself off of it at an angle so he could first cum then observe it.
Watching himself cum was a rush in and of itself. The first thing he noticed was he'd have to make more room in Stephen to put his cum so he added a few more stomachs and connected them to his lungs and pulsing ballsack. Jack was getting hard watching himself fill Stephen to overflowing with cum and was amazed when it started just like he thought. His cum percolated down into his ballsack and his veins started turning milky white, just as his own had. He traced his love juice as it made its way to Stephen's lungs and smiled when he saw him breathe his first real breath, just like he had. For thirty minutes he came and for thirty minutes he watched. It was beautiful to see the inner workings of someone whom he now knew was his soulmate, much less during rabid sex and much more less during the transition into a higher state of being. Jack started crying in both places in the same moment, overwhelmed by it all. He could have watched this intimate machine of love tick all day each day for the rest of his life. But he knew it was winding down when he saw himself return Stephen's skin to his body, looking just as perfect as the day he was born.
And then he was just Jack. The one that had filled Stephen's five new stomachs with his cum just now. The sight of Stephen's belly was frightening. It was almost as big as the rocking chair in his den.
--This won't do, Jack thought. Infuse!
The huge mound of jizz shrank into a single pudgy protrusion in Stephen's midsection. The one Jack's cockhead was making. Stephen's hair shimmered with a new silvery sheen. Jack noticed his back was way more defined and toned then it had been before. His armpits boasted new perfectly fuzzy little bushes of silver blonde hair.
Wanting to get a better look at this new Stephen, Jack shrinked his cock down to a more manageable size and reeled it out of his buddy's ass, letting it slink out with a pop. Jack noticed a small patch of new blonde hair around Stephen's asshole.
--What a perfect spot for a flavor savor, Jack thought hungrily.
He lapped up the extra cum the ridge of his head had brought on its way out, matting down the little soul patch on his ass with cummy saliva.
--That'll be delicious in a few hours, Jack thought, closing Stephen's cheeks around the mussy, damp hair.
He turned him over to find him breathing deeply, eyes closed. Jack lowered his balls onto Stephen's and just watched their sacks beat for a minute. It was beautiful to watch their hearts so visibly in motion. He put his ear to Stephen's chest and could hear what sounded like the rushing of water as he drew each breath. Jack felt his balls pump a little harder, knowing Stephen was literally breathing his essence in. The features in his face were newly strong and firm but still just as innocent. His chest and tummy looked chiseled straight out of the Renaissance era. And between his legs slumbered a cock that would give any porn star a run for his money. And it was soft.
--You're not so puny now, are you? Jack thought. He couldn't help but smile at someone he loved so much.
Stephen opened his eyes and locked his gaze with Jack's and made all of his other features pale in comparison. Jack had never seen such eyes. Stephen's iris was as prismatic as a chameleon, mainly hovering in between a metallic bluish grey and silvery color. He was still finding his bearings and trying to make his eyes focus. Jack kissed him quickly but deeply, tasting the sweetness of his skin. Stephen's eyes fell into an abyssal blue and started to mist as they searched over Jack's face.
"Jack..." Stephen started. "Am I dead?"
Jack just laughed.
"No dude. You're very alive. Probably more alive than you've ever felt."
Stephen's eyes kept wandering up and down Jack's face and body, their color oscillating between green and blue.
"I feel really weird, man."
"Tell me about it," Jack said.
Jack never took his eyes off Stephen's. They commanded his attention. The minute Stephen looked at their ballsacks beating together on top of each other, his eyes flashed a fiery red.
"This is so fucking cool," Stephen said giggling, watching his cock bob up and down as his balls pumped Jack's cum throughout his body.
"I'm in you and you're in me," Jack said reverently, losing himself in Stephen's kaleidoscopic gaze. He squeezed their balls a little, making them both wince in pleasure.
"I knew what was going on from the first time I breathed you in," Stephen said.
"Me too."
After a minute long kiss, they heard the other boys breathe for the first time in a long time. The ticking of the clock on the far wall caught their attention. 7:42.
That was easily the single greatest minute either of them would ever live.