“Not fuckin’ generous–what the fuck? Jus’ cause I don’t feel like buying her shit, ‘n eating out her nasty pussy–bitch…” Alan kicked at a bottle, and sent it skittering down the alley and himself  teetering into the wall, not quite able to keep his balance after…how many drinks? Who really cared–not enough by any means. Suzy had broken up with him earlier, after another screaming fight, not that he cared. He was sick of that bitch, and done with all her nagging. She was into some crazy stuff anyway, with all that occult crap in her apartment, and always talking about witches this and spells that. Why can’t he just find some normal girl, just once? Why’d they all have to be so damn crazy?

A gust of wind blew down the alley, and he swore he heard a voice on the wind. He perked up his ear, trying to make out what it was saying, and found himself stumbling down into the alley for some reason he couldn’t quite figure out. There was something…something down here that he needed…no, there was someone. He owed someone something, yeah, or…something like that. He came around a dumpster, and found a middle aged derelict sitting with his back against the wall, bundled up in a blanket, but even then, it was clear from the way he was moaning that he was masturbating. Disgusted, Alan went to turn back down to the street, but instead, his mouth opened and words came pouring out unbidden. “H–Hey, you wanna suck my dick? If…If you suck my dick, I’ll give you anything you want.”

The older man looked up at him, but didn’t stop jacking off. “Heh,” he said, “You can’t give me what I really want.”

His gaze made Alan uncomfortable, but his feet wouldn’t let him walk away. If anything, he found himself standing up a bit straighter, flexing his arms and his chest slightly, highlighting his youthful, toned body. Almost like he was showing off to the man bundled in front of him. “I got money.”

“Don’t need money,” the man said, and licked his lips, “Money just makes problems. Nah, I’m happy on the streets–I can get booze, scrounge up enough food–I’m always fuckin’ horny though. Man, I bet if I had a body like yours, everyone would wanna have sex with me. How about that? You wanna give me that hot body of yours?” He laughed.

Alan didn’t answer–instead, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. What the hell was he even doing? Sure, he was horny, but he wasn’t actually going to let this creepy old dude suck him off, was he? The man licked his lips again, and got up onto his knees, the blanket falling away, and Alan got a better look at the man’s body. He was amazingly fat–how in the hell could he be homeless and so obese? Filthy too–his hair and beard were long and completely unkempt, and he stank. He did, however, know a thing or two about sucking cock–and he took Alan’s dick all the way to the hilt immediately, making him groan with pleasure…and in the cold night, he felt his body fill up with a strange warmth. It felt really good, and he wrapped his hands around the back of the derelict’s head and started fucking his throat. Something strange was going on though–he was usually pretty quick to cum, but after a couple of minutes, even though he was hard as a rock, he was nowhere near an orgasm. He had to keep shifting his grip too, like something was making it harder to fuck the guy’s mouth. Both of them were in the zone however–it wasn’t until Alan looked down and saw the big gut bulging out where his abs had been that he let out a yell, and stumbled back into the opposite wall.

“What the hell man? Why’d you stop?” the derelict asked, and Alan just stared at the man’s slim figure. What the fuck was happening to him? How in the world had he gotten fat…while the derelict looked almost…muscular. “Man, you’re cock tastes so fucking good, I can’t wait to see what that cum of yours tastes like,” he started crawling across the alley to where Alan was, but he retreated back towards the mouth of the alley, stumbling awkwardly between drunkenness and his new size.

“Fuck, fuck no–what the fuck did you do to me?”

“I’m just suckin’ your dick like you asked!” the man said, “Now come back here and let me finish.”

Alan really wanted him to finish. His cock was rock hard and he’d never felt this horny in his whole life. But this was insane, he shouldn’t be this big, he had to get help. His house wasn’t too far from here, he should get there, and figure out what to do then. He yanked up his pants, but couldn’t even get them buttoned, so he held them up with his hands and lumbered out of the alley, and off towards his house. Luckily it was the middle of the night, and no one was around to see him try and jog home, his new fat body sweating profusely, while the derelict chased him, begging him to let him finish, seemingly unaware that he’d lost close to one hundred pounds–though keeping up with the much fatter Alan was surprisingly easy for him.

They reached the house, and Alan got inside and shut the door, locking it, the derelict knocking, and then pounding, desperate to finish the blow job. Alan tried to think about what to do, but his cock was insistent. He needed to cum. He tried jacking off, but couldn’t get anywhere–it only made him hornier. He was fantasizing about the derelict’s mouth, thinking about how nice it was, and he was at the door, knowing he shouldn’t, but he let the man in anyway. The derelict was on his knees before Alan could shut the door, ripping down Alan’s pants, the hard cock back in his mouth, and the warmth returned, Alan feeling even more fat piling on his body, the derelict’s frame swelling with his young muscle. Alan couldn’t look away, he found himself obsessing over the changes he could see. The older man’s hair and beard started pulling back into his head, and Alan felt his scalp itch as his own hair and beard grew out to match, turning slightly grey as it did, matting and tangling with filth. He could feel the years start weighing down his body, his skin wrinkling, fat sagging, his cock shrinking up as the man’s grew longer. He was so close to cumming now, but he was exhausted. The derelict was doing most of the work now, while Alan slumped against the door, groaning in a deeper, raspy voice, his balls tensing up, and he was finally cumming, feeling his youth spew from the head of the cock, swallowed down by the derelict in his body. He slumped down, looking at his old face, not at all sure what to say. He was tired–so tired. He tried to get up, but ended up collapsing onto the floor by the couch, snoring heavily, while his old body examined itself in the mirror, jacked off, ate his own cum, and then slipped out of the house and into the early morning, grinning wide.

***

Alan woke up blearily hours later on the floor of his house. With a groan, he rolled over onto his back, feeling his huge, fat body pressing down on him, and felt like vomiting. What in the world had happened to him? This shouldn’t be possible. He rolled up onto his knees and stood up, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was old. He was fat. He was disgusting. And yet, as he stared at himself, his cock was getting hard. He…he actually thought he looked kind of hot. No, no that was crazy, he was being crazy. He shouted out a couple of times, but he was alone in the house. Where had that fucker gone with his body? He couldn’t leave the house looking like this though, what if the neighbors saw him? It didn’t help that none of his clothes had a chance of fitting him–he ripped apart the one’s he’d worn the night before, and the rags the derelict had arrived in were missing. He just had to hope the guy might come back. Sure enough, an hour later, the door opened, and Alan saw his body tromp in–followed by four derelicts as fat and filthy as Alan was now.

“Oh good, you’re up,” the derelict in Alan’s body said, “Hold on guys, we’ll get the orgy started in a bit–I gotta have a chat with Phil here.”

“What the fuck–who the fuck are they?” Alan said, but instead of answering, his body grabbed his arm and dragged him into the kitchen. “What the hell–what the fuck are you doing? We need to fix this! I need my body back.”

“Nuh-uh,” Phil said, “You gave it to me for that blow job, remember? It’s mine now–and trust me, I’m gonna get a whole lot of use out of it–you know how much I made today? 500 dollars! Everybody wants a piece of this ass of yours.”

Alan couldn’t even process what the man had said, “You…you fucking whored out my body?”

“It’s my body now–but you know, I’ve been thinking about what to do with you. See, I can’t just have you here, screwing things up for me, wanting your body back, blah, blah, blah. So, you know how you said you’d do anything if I suck your dick? Well, you want another blow job?”

Alan felt that same strange sensation fall over him that he felt the night before, and he muttered, “S–Sure, I’ll do anything…anything you want.”

“Good…well here’s what I want. If I suck you off again, you’re going to be happy as a nasty, filthy derelict, and you’re gonna follow me around wherever I go, and do whatever I say, and please whoever I tell you to. In fact, you’re gonna be so dumb that following me around is the only thing you’ll be able to think about–got it? Now let me at that cock of yours–I’m thirsty as fuck.”

Alan was all to happy to let Phil drop his ill fitting and start sucking on his short cock–and felt his head start draining almost immediately. The concerns he’d been stressing over the last few days all seemed to drain away in a matter of moments. What was so wrong with this body anyway? In fact, he thought he was pretty sexy. And being a sex hungry derelict was going to be great–he wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. All he’d have to do is everything Phil–no, not Phil, he was Phil now–everything Alan said. Yeah, Alan was so fucking hot, he was lucky a hot guy like that would let a nasty old pervert like Phil hang around him at all. With a loud groan, Phil shot a wad of cum into Alan’s mouth, and grinned dumbly. Alan brought him back out and introduced him to the four men he’d brought with him, but all Phil really wanted was for all four of them to fill every hole–and over the course of the night, they did exactly that. Alan used the money he’d made whoring to order a bunch of food, and in between fucks, he’d stuff himself, and encourage Phil to eat too.

In a few months, the entire house was in shambles, but Phil, Alan, and the rotating gang of derelicts who stayed with them didn’t care–at least until the neighborhood banded together to get them all evicted. None of them could understand what had come over that nice man, to turn him into such a filthy, lazy, slob. The months hadn’t been kind to the young man’s body–he’d packed on quite a few pounds, though nowhere near as fat as Phil was, and had let his hair and beard grow out. He tried to argue with the bank, but they were late on their mortgage payments, and so all of them got the boot.

Without a home, they were all back out on the street, but Phil didn’t mind, of course–he was happy as long as he was with Alan. He’d do anything for Alan, anything at all. Having already ruined his body, Alan found it harder and harder to find men willing to pay to have sex with him, but he luckily Phil was still willing to do anything for him. He managed to find a few gay clubs in town who would hire Phil to me a human urinal in their back rooms a few nights a week, and between that and what Alan could make with his ass, they managed to keep themselves supplied with a steady supply of food and booze. After a year, Alan’s body was almost as massive as Phil’s, and the two of them were a regular sight in the alleys, just a couple of nasty derelicts, though it was often rumored that one of them would do literally anything for a blow job.

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