Tight

Matt sniffled as he read the text from his girlfriend telling him she was breaking up with him. For Matt this seem out of the blue, he thought things were going great and couldn’t understand his girlfriend’s motive for ending it all so suddenly. Making a fatal mistake he text back grovelling and pleading her to stay while asking why she wanted to leave and break up such a good thing. Matt’s ex-girlfriend didn’t hold back as she sent her reply, words like neurotic, controlling, boring and conventional all popped up as she tore down Matt’s self-esteem. Matt was about to argue against the harsh criticism but more texts kept buzzing in; traditionalist, unadventurous and tedious were more sharp, painful blows to Matt’s ego and eventually with tears in his eyes he threw his phone down, unable to see the unforgiving words his ex-girlfriend had sent. Matt trudged through his house the texts repeating in his mind, he couldn’t really be all those things could he? Matt then stopped in front of his hallway mirror and looked at his reflection while green smoke gathered behind him. 

Matt wiped away a tear from under his glasses as he looked at himself, his perfectly groomed, combed and styled hair that he did religiously every morning, his clean shaven, smooth, moisturised face and expensive designer glasses didn’t exactly scream carefree, fun and adventurous and neither did his clothing. Matt normally would have been content with his fashion choices but now as he looked at his immaculate, clean, ironed suit and shirt; where he had spent too much time making sure he had removed the slightest bit of lint, made him uncomfortable. The tie that was expertly knotted and pulled up tight to his collar now seemed constricting, while his tan chinos that had never gotten a stain looked ugly. Had his ex-girlfriend's words really gotten into his head that much, but as he looked at his reflection as he thought about their relationship he couldn’t help but accept her damning criticisms. He looked conservative, beige and dull, he did spend tedious amounts of time making sure everything was in its proper place and he looked perfect. Matt tried to recall if they had ever done something fun or adventurous and to his dismay he realised he had always declined her requests to go to parties, try out activities or experience something new in favour of working, remaining indoors or simply doing something as mundane as organising their kitchenware. Matt cringed as he thought about their times in bed, she had suggested different positions, role play and romance but he had dismissed it all for his standard thirteen minute thrusting. Matt didn’t want to believe it but the more he thought about it the more he realised that perhaps he was all those things she had said, he didn’t want to be, but his bland appearance and interests, his need for control and order, and his distaste for anything new only proved her right. Matt let out a long sigh as he looked at himself, he couldn’t help the way he was and until moments ago he was content with who he was, but no longer. His ex-girlfriend had shone a harsh light on his personality and self that he now had to accept or change. With that thought Matt made his wish as he looked forlornly at his reflection;

“I wish I wasn’t so uptight, but –“

Matt didn’t get to finish his wish, the trickster had heard quite enough as the green smoke clawed up from behind Matt, encircled him before soaking into his body and clothes. At first Matt was panicked and scared but as the green smoke was absorbed into his being a calm, pleasant aura radiated out from him and everything didn’t seem that bad anymore.  All his worry and anxiety about the mysterious green smoke drained away as a content smile spread across his face, like he was relaxing on a tropical beach. Matt barely even reacted as he looked at himself in the mirror and saw that his previously clean shaven face was now growing stubble, while his preened haircut was altering to become a little messier. Matt brushed off the sudden changes as calmness emitted from within him, why did it matter if he had a bit of a patchy beard? Who cared if a few hairs were out of place? He shouldn’t be concerned with the growing, expanding feeling that was rippling throughout his body? Matt continued to smile dumbly as he watched his body grow; he gained a few inches in height and lost his little belly which was soon replaced with muscle. Matt even let out a little chuckle as he watched his legs and arms grow and make his trousers and shirt feel tight. Any minute now he might burst through his expensive, tailored suit but why should he care, he had other suits in wardrobe. Matt sighed as he revelled in the pleasant feeling that was swirling inside, while his body continued to expand and grow, too relaxed to do anything but watch. However, it was only when the green smoke returned and started to change his clothes that something niggling at the back of Matt’s mind began to stir.

 Matt’s body had now gained at least sixty pounds of muscle which meant it no longer fit snugly into his designer suit, in fact it was just about to be torn to shreds when the green smoke started to alter it. Matt shook his head as he felt a tinge of worry as he saw the suit he had paid over a thousand for melted away and changed. Matt felt even more anxious as the retreating fabric showed more of his changing body, his arms were now massive with biceps bigger than baseballs, while his thighs were now hairy and as thick as tree trunks and his chest now had two large jutting out pectorals that could easily be mistaken as small breasts. Matt wanted to remain in the nice calm cosy feeling but something was getting through, something worrisome and neurotic, something boring and tense, and that something was him. Matt finally gained control as the last of the changes occurred, his suit jacket had disappeared into thin air while his shirt had shrunk and receded to a loose, almost slutty stringer tank top. His body finished packing on the pounds of muscle as his trousers turned to cheap gym shorts and his perfectly polished shoes turned to gawdy, pink trainers.  Matt didn’t know what to do as he looked at the new him, gone were his traditional, smart, conservative look and haircut and instead he looked like the epitome of a dumb, body obsessed gym bro.

Matt knew he needed to get help but still he felt the calm, relaxing feeling inside him telling him to just go with the flow, that there was nothing to worry about, what was wrong with a having a hot muscular body? Matt tried to ignore it as he waded through the calmness to get himself moving towards his phone to call for help but when he pushed through the door to his bedroom he was surprised to find someone waiting for him. 

Matt gasped as he saw the naked man standing in front of him, his muscular body out on display and a cocky smile on his face, however it wasn’t his body or face that Matt was looking at. Matt had never see a cock so huge, he had watched some porn in his life but never had he seen one this big. Was it even possible to fuck someone with something so massive? The large, veiny ten inch cock hung limply and menacingly between the man’s legs, and swung like a lusty, ominous pendulum. Matt was about to back away and run from the uninvited, well-endowed man but before he could turn away the man shouted in smug, jovial, commanding voice.

“There’s my muscle butt slut. You know it’s rude to make your customers wait?” The man said both playfully and with some genuine irritation. Matt had no idea what he was referring to, he didn’t have customers and he certainly had never him this man before. Matt knew he would have remembered the fit black man because he clearly would have had an obvious, large bulge that would have made him feel uncomfortable. Matt became uneasy as the man started to lick his lips as he looked at the newly muscular Matt, the words ‘butt slut’ echoed in his mind as he tried not to think about what the man had planned for him. Matt didn’t know how the man had got into his bedroom, he didn’t know how he had become a copy of moronic frat bro and he didn’t know why he couldn’t stop staring at the humongous swinging dick but what he did know was that he had to get out of here and fast.  Matt was all ready to run when his hung home invader spoke again as  he did Matt felt the calm feeling start to return.

“Why so serious butt slut? You’ve seen this dong maybe a hundred times and I’ve never seen you stare at it like that.” the man said a little confused as he walked over to Matt, the calmness washing over him and refusing to make his body move. “You always enjoy our time together; in fact sometimes I think you enjoy this more than me.” The man smiled as he pushed down on Matt’s shoulders, making him slump down to his knees his face just inches away from the fat, hardening cock. Matt was frantic as he tried to fight back the relaxing, content feeling that was bubbling inside him, he knew all of this was wrong, he had never seen this cock before he wasn’t gay, he had never taken money from this man before he had a high paying job and he certainly wouldn’t have enjoyed being this close to another man’s dick. Yet no matter how much he tried to fight it, the man’s voice seemed to calm him down and intensify the feeling inside him. “Maybe you should start paying me?” The man smiled as he grabbed Matt’s face. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s have some fun”.

At the mention of fun Matt felt himself become overwhelmed with excitement and happiness, the calming aura settling his worries and dispelling his doubts as he opened his mouth and gladly accepted the huge fat cock into his mouth. Matt tried to shout and scream but his mind was silenced as he started sucking and playing with the man’s cock, he wasn’t gay! Why was he allowing this to happen?! But the reassuring voice inside him told him to go with the flow, he was a natural at this, look at how much fun he and his customer were having, why was there any need to worry when he could just have fun. The voice inside then had to shout louder as the muscular black man grabbed the back of Matt’s head and forced his massive cock down his throat, making poor Matt gag and choke. Matt almost regained control but the man’s laughter soothed him back into his happy state as he was throat fucked by the 10 inch dick. The more Matt sucked the less he worried about his sexuality, his new body and the home invader and instead started thinking about how horny, fun and adventurous the whole experience was, he couldn’t wait to have more fun. Fun was exactly what the man was having as he pinched Matt’s nostril as he deep throated the muscular white bitch until he started choking on his fat dick.

Matt was far too dazed and focussed on enjoying the whole new pleasurable experience that he barely heard the man above speak. “Ramone get in here, I’ve already started and this white boi is gagging for cock”. While fighting against the tide and constant waves of relaxation and calm Matt tried to scream and swim to the forefront of his mind as yet another tall, muscular, hung black man entered the room. His cock already hard and little shorter but far thicker than the one already halfway down his throat. Matt knew he should hate every second of what was happening to him, he was a preppy, formal straight guy who now looked like a slutty muscle himbo deep throating another man’s cock with gusto. So when the next big black cock came into view Matt’s body didn’t recoil in disgust, it grabbed it hungrily and shoved it into his mouth. The two black men moaned as Matt giggled, the voice inside him telling him that he was a slut and whore but he didn’t care because he loved every minute of it. Serving other men was fun, exciting and lucrative; he didn’t need to worry about money or a job when he had such happy regular customers. Matt was flailing against the growing tide of dumbness, calm and ignorance that was flooding his mind; he couldn't fight back from the encroaching thoughts that were altering his memories. All the previous times of deep throating massive cocks flickered through his consciousness and living the life of an escort played out as his mouth loosened to gladly except the big cocks, the two huge dongs easily sliding into his mouth.

Matt shrieked as he felt his mind fading and being replaced, his tight lipped, polite virgin mouth exchanged for  those of a loose lipped, cock sucking himbo whore’s expert mouth, who was now eager to swallow two thick, oozing loads of cum, but the men had other plans as their massive cocks slid out from his new slick wide fuckhole. Matt was almost like a begging dog, his tongue hanging out greedily at the two big cocks waiting to be fed a delicious meal of cum, but just like a begging dog the two men ignored Matt’s mouth and pulled him towards the bed. Ramone got himself comfortable while the other man ripped the clothes from Matt’s body. Almost automatically, Matt readied himself in position, straddling the smiling Ramone and pushing out his plump muscular butt. Matt fought hard as he felt the tip of Ramone’s cock graze his virgin asshole, he couldn’t let this happen. Just an hour before he had been a successful businessman, with a girlfriend, dressed in his designer suit and shoes and now he was nothing but a cheap, gay, muscle whore.  Matt swam against the pounding waves of chill relaxation as he tried to get back to the front of his mind and in control. There was no way he was getting fucked, no way he was giving up his whole life just to be some ditsy, carefree slut, he had to get free. Matt fought and powered through the voices and waves that told him to relax and to forget his worries, the twitching of his awaiting asshole motivating him onwards.  With each wave he felt himself making progress, with every second he felt himself getting closer to taking back control and in just a few more moments he’d be able to roll off the muscular black man and save his tight little hole.  One more push and he’d be able to escape this new hellish life that was planned out for him, just one more hurdle to jump. However as Matt finally regained control he had not planned on what happened next as the second hung customer jumped on the bed behind him and pushed down on his shoulders, keeping him firmly on the bed and in position. Matt wailed as he felt the man’s hot breath in his ear and immediately felt himself get washed away to the distant, furthest part of his mind as the man whispered “Relax baby, now the real fun begins”. With that both men thrust their huge, thick, titanic cocks up Matt’s tight virgin butt hole. 

Matt was lost to the soothing, relaxing waves as his new calm, cool, relaxed persona took over. The himbro no longer caring about his messy hair or stubble, no longer hassled by money and a job, never again bothered by a relationship or women. All Matt cared about now was having fun and going with the flow, whether that meant sucking cock, getting fucked and eating ass all day, he didn’t care. He didn’t even care when Ramone and his friend said that he was going to have to pay them for his twice daily fucking from now on, he was just happy that they were happy. 

 Matt would never be considered uptight again, his clothes were always chill tank tops and shorts, his hygiene and grooming was less than regular, his new life as an escort/whore  was fun and exciting and after several visits from Ramone and all his friends  his new slutty mouth and asshole were the furthest thing from tight, especially after taking three of their cocks at once.