Noah didn’t order anything.
But there it was — a small brown box sitting on his welcome mat when he got home. No postage. No logo. Just one thing scrawled across the top in black ink:
Noah Ellis — open me.
He hesitated, chewing his lip. But curiosity tugged harder.
Inside, nestled in soft black cloth, was a statue. A naked man — barely hand-sized, but stunningly detailed. Chiseled body. Defined abs. An enormous cock, frozen mid-spurt, dripping something wet and glistening.
Noah stared at it, heat creeping up his neck. It looked like it was leaking.
He reached out.
The moment he touched it—
Spurt.
A rope of hot, sticky cum launched from the statue’s cock, hitting his fingers.
“What the—”
It twitched again. Another jet of fluid hit his shirt. Then his neck. Then his face.
“No—shit—fuck!”
He fell back, but the cum kept spraying, soaking his chest, dripping down his body in warm, wet ropes. The smell of it was thick, masculine, primal.
The second it touched his skin, it began to sink in — like his body was drinking it.
Then came the heat.
A violent shiver ripped through him as something shifted deep inside.
Noah arched back, gasping, as his chest began to swell. His pecs rounded out, stretching his shirt until the fabric tore. His arms flexed, sleeves tightening. Muscle surged up his biceps and shoulders.
He moaned — low, guttural, shocked by how good it felt.
His ass twitched.
Then it grew — rapidly, uncontrollably — swelling into thick, juicy globes, his pants splitting open as his cheeks ballooned, his hole twitching, leaking.
His cock bulged in his jeans, then burst free, surging longer and thicker by the second. Pre gushed from the tip as it slapped against his abs, veiny and leaking.
“This body is mine now.”
The voice wasn’t his.
It filled his skull like smoke — thick, horny, and unstoppable.
He tried to speak. Tried to resist.
But instead he whispered, “I want cock…”
His hands moved on their own, fingers sliding between his now-massive cheeks, fingering his hole, his hips bucking in desperate hunger.
Click.
The front door opened.
“Noah? You home?” came the voice — smooth, confident.
Jake.
Noah’s best friend. A 6 foot tall jock with a massive bubble butt, and a 9-inch cock that haunted Noah’s wettest dreams.
Jake stepped into the kitchen and froze.
“Noah?”
Noah looked up, naked and transformed. Body dripping with sweat and slick. Hole gaping, cock throbbing, muscles bulging and twitching.
Jake’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck happened to you?”
Noah grinned.
“Get over here, Jake. I need your cock.”
Jake hesitated, but his eyes dropped — to Noah’s monster cock, his obscene ass, the pool of cum still dripping from the statue.
He swallowed hard. “I—Noah, are you okay?”
Noah stood. Power rolled off him in waves. “Never better.”
Jake’s hand went to his belt — slowly.
By the time Jake’s pants hit the floor, his thick cock was out — heavy and throbbing, 9 inches of perfect meat. His bubble butt peeked out of his briefs.
He expected to fuck.
But Noah grabbed him by the waist and flipped him over the counter.
“Wait—Noah?!”
Noah ripped Jake’s briefs down, exposing his plump, perfect jock ass. He spat in his hand, stroked his cock once, then slammed it in.
Jake screamed.
The stretch was too much — Noah’s cock was thicker, harder, meaner than anything he’d felt. It bottomed out inside him with a wet slap.
Noah growled into Jake’s ear:
“You’re not the top anymore.”
And then he fucked him.
Hard. Brutal. Perfect.
Jake moaned into the counter, drooling, cock twitching untouched.
“Breed me,” he gasped. “Fuck—Noah—fill me up—”
Noah thrust deeper, faster, his balls slapping against Jake’s round cheeks.
Then—
His cock swelled inside.
His balls tightened.
He snarled and came.
Jake gasped as the first load shot into him — hot, thick, and endless.
“FUCK—ah—fuck—so full—”
His stomach began to swell — visibly rounding out beneath him as Noah flooded him with gallons of cum. His abs pushed outward, skin tight and slick, stomach sloshing with seed.
Noah kept cumming. Harder.
Jake’s belly stretched even more — like he’d been bred by something inhuman. His hole twitched, still locked around Noah’s cock, taking every drop.
“Good boy,” Noah growled, stroking Jake’s sides. “You look so fucking bred like this.”
Jake moaned, eyes rolling back.
He loved it.
He wanted more.
Jake's body trembled beneath Noah — sweat-soaked, stomach tight and round with cum, fingers slipping against the counter as his belly sloshed audibly from how much had been pumped inside him.
But it wasn't stopping.
Noah kept cumming — his cock pulsing deep in Jake's hole, flooding him with thick, transforming seed.
“No—ahh—fuck—it's too much—” Jake groaned, but his voice cracked. It was changing.
His muscles shuddered, and then softened. His jock build began to melt, like the cum inside him was rewriting his body from the inside out.
"You're being remade."
"You’re mine now."
"You're not a man anymore, Jake."
The voice wasn't just Noah’s — it was something inside the cum, whispering directly into Jake’s mind.
His ass quivered, then swelled again — impossibly rounder, heavier, broader. It bounced against Noah’s hips as his hole tightened, milking every last drop of seed from the cock destroying him.
Jake screamed.
His own cock — once proud, thick, and dripping — twitched.
And then began to shrink.
“Wha—no—my cock—f-fuck!” Jake sobbed.
It pulled back, the shaft retreating, the head softening until it was nothing but a small, useless nub, barely twitching between his legs. His balls tightened, then vanished, reabsorbed into his swelling hips. His stomach sloshed heavily, now pregnant with Noah’s seed, visibly rounding out like a breeding vessel.
Jake couldn’t move.
His body was no longer built for running or lifting — just for taking cock. His back arched involuntarily, his massive, overgrown ass lifted high, his ruined hole twitching, lips red and greedy.
Noah leaned forward, still fully buried inside him.
“You used to walk around like you owned the place,” he whispered, panting against Jake’s neck. “Now look at you.”
Jake whimpered — brain buzzing, drooling.
“You’re a hole. You’re my breeder. My womb. My cum tank. That’s all you are now.”
Noah gave one final thrust and released a second wave of cum, causing Jake’s stomach to swell rounder, heavier, his moans reduced to whimpers as his stretched gut sloshed, and his body sagged into its new role.
"Empty your mind."
"You're a vessel now."
"Breed me again..."
Jake, once the proud jock, now lying face-down on the floor — ass in the air, cock reduced to a tiny nub, stomach bloated with thick seed, his hole twitching and leaking around Noah’s still-hard cock.
He breathes in short, needy gasps.
His voice is weak, slurred, submissive:
“Please… fill me again…”
And Noah just grins, already hard again, the statue glowing silently nearby — as if feeding off it all.
