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This month’s suggestion box is open! If you’re a patron at any level, you can put your suggestions in the box, and I’ll use them to write my weekly flash fiction that I post for Patron’s only! If you’d like to support me, you can find more details here. Here’s a story from last month to give you a taste!

The Recruitment

Todd had, for as long as he could remember, wanted to join the army. Part of his conviction was that the army was a family tradition–not only had his grandfather and father both gone into the army, so had Todd’s older brothers–well, Marcus had gone into the Marines, but that was close enough. Since he was a young teenager, Todd had been introduced to the various recruiters in the town where he lived, he participated in all the training exercises, all the information sessions–as far as he was concerned, he was ready to head right off to boot camp, and now that he’d finally graduated from high school, well, it was time.

His appointment was in the afternoon at the recruitment center, and was just supposed to be a formality, really–signing his enlistment forms, and his final physical–but he knew everything was all set for him to head off to boot camp in a few weeks. However, when he got to the office, he discovered, from the receptionist, that he wasn’t going to be meeting with his usual recruiter, but instead with Marshall Blackburn, a fairly new sergeant at the office who Todd didn’t know well at all, aside from the fact that he was…well, massive.

He was several inches taller than the other recruiters, with hairy forearms and hair coming out of his chest, with perpetual stubble all day long. He hadn’t spoke much when Todd had been around him, and the other recruiters…well, there had been this strange vibe between them and Marshal, but Todd didn’t really know what might be the issue exactly. In any case, he was ushered down the hall to Marshal’s office, and found himself sitting across from the hulking fellow in the small, cramped quarters–and Marshal gruffly introduced himself, and started going over the paperwork.

The meeting started out normally enough, going over the forms, the sergeant not seeming too interested in anything much, but as the session wore on, Todd began to…notice that something was off. The room was stuffy, and too hot. He could see sweat beading on the sergeant’s forehead, and then, he could smell him everytime he reached over, the strong musk of the sergeant’s pits…and every time Todd caught a whiff of it, he felt his heart race slightly, for reasons he didn’t want to admit.

See, Todd was gay–had always been gay, knew he was gay, but still deep in the closet, not wanting his family to know, but the sergeant was, well, turning Todd on more than any man he’d ever been around before. He started to notice something else too, that the sergeant seemed…to have picked up on something. He was slyly smiling as he went over the forms, and kept reaching over further, almost like he was testing Todd, and the questions got more personal, asking Todd if he was going to be missing any girlfriends, asking him if he’d fucked anyone lately, was too personal of questions for Todd’s liking, and he didn’t know how to answer.

“Fuck boy,” the sergeant said, sitting back in his chair, “I know I’m real damn horny–fuck. Get’s damn hot in here in the afternoons, and my musk just fuckin’ makes me want to nut all over the place. How ‘bout you boy?” the sergeant said, groping his package, “Seems like you’re enjoying it too, from that bulge in your pants there.”

He’d been made. Todd hauled out of the chair and headed for the door, but the sergeant got there first, pinning Todd against the wall, holding him there with his bulk, with his musk, one of the sergeant’s big hands groping Todd’s hard on, and he shushed him. “Now now boy, I knew ya as soon as you came in here the other day–that’s why I took your appointment, so we could have a little time to discuss a…special recruitment opportunity for young fellows like you.”

The hand that was down the sergeant’s pants came up and cupped over Todd’s nose and mouth, and he could almost taste the sergeant’s musk, his cum…and Todd felt something…happen. Something in his body, something strange. There was a sudden heat, all over, deep in his muscles and his bones, and then the sergeant had to step back, because Todd had…grown.

He was taller, and also thicker–which was saying something, because Todd had gone in the office with a stellar physique to begin with. Now though, his chest and arms were more developed, his legs thicker…and he was horny as all hell, hornier than he’d been in his life. He stepped up and started kissing the sergeant, at least until the older man shoved Todd down to his knees and had the boy suck his cock, and as he did…he could feel it again, that heat, that growth. Something in his was changing, something…was different. When he finished, and the sergeant stood him back up, he was still the man he’d been…but he also wasn’t the same at all.

“Welcome, boy, to my squad of homo-infiltrators. Together, we’re gonna corrupt these straight fucking army brats and make them all into proper fuckers–how does that sound to you?”

It sounded pretty damn sexy to Todd–and later that night, when he and the sergeant had the lead recruiter–once straight, but now addicted to their musky cocks–between them, being spit roasted, Todd knew he’d found a place in the exact squad he need to be in.

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The Alpha’s Pet (Part 2)

Jasper groaned as he woke up, surprised that he didn’t hurt more–he couldn’t remember much from what had happened earlier, but he could recall Daryn straddling him, and wailing on his face with both fists at once–what on earth had possessed him to get Daryn riled up like that? He…he knew better than that, didn’t he? He brought his hands to his face, and while nothing hurt…nothing felt quite right, either, but it was difficult to say what was off. So much had gone screwy since they’d moved into this apartment–he didn’t even quite feel like the same person anymore. Still, he should be thankful. A brute like Daryn could have done some serious damage to him–he’d have to be more careful…more…deferential in the future. Yeah–as long as he let Daryn get his way, things would be fine.

Then he sat up in bed, looked down at himself, and choked off a scream. This wasn’t his fucking body–what in the fuck happened? He’d been toned and ripped before, but now his body was pudgy and soft, with a small gut and wider hips. His cock was smaller, his balls were a whole lot smaller, he was missing most of his body hair, and he was even missing his fucking tattoos. No wonder his face had felt strange earlier, because his fucking beard was gone too!

“Well Jasper, it was a good contest, but I’m sorry to say that you lost.”

He looked over and found Mr. Wadsworth in his room with him, standing there like it was perfectly normal for a landlord to simply appear in the room of one of his tenants, especially with that tenant naked. Jasper didn’t know what to say, just sputtered a moment, and then looked back down at himself.

“Don’t worry–you’ll fit in just fine. After all, this space is much, much too small for two alphas, don’t you agree? You don’t want to be an alpha do you?”

“N-No…but what…how are you here?”

“Just be careful, Jasper. If you don’t keep yourself under control…well, you, might just find these changes have just started. Still, I can assure you, that the more tastes you got of the alpha here, the better you’ll feel…”

The voice was fading, and a moment later, he was alone again–with no memory of the man being there aside from a vague unease and the warning he’d left. Keep control of himself? What in the world could that even mean?

Jasper got up and found some clothes that fit him–in fact, it looked like all of his clothes would fit his new frame, which was a comfort and a relief. Maybe…maybe that had just been some fucked up dream or something. He did sometimes have…weird dreams about Daryn, but he pushed that away, and went back out into the common areas of the apartment, only to nearly fall to his knees at the scent. It was fucking…everywhere, and it smelled fucking amazing. What in the hell was it? It wasn’t food, it was…he knew it from somewhere, but from fucking where?

“That you Jasper? About time you got up, you lazy fuck.”

He managed to keep his head focused long enough to get into the main room, where he found Daryn at the table in the kitchen, naked, eating breakfast…but it wasn’t the Daryn he remembered. No, this Daryn was a fucking beast–at least three or four inches taller than before, with hair covering his body, and…and fuck, he could see his seven inch flacid cock just…just dangling there…

“…this fucking sty up today, got it? I don’t want–are you even fucking listening to me, you fucking idiot?”

It took him a moment to realize that Daryn had been speaking to him that entire time he’d been transfixed by his roommate’s massive cock. “S-Sorry, I…what?”

“I said, you’re going to clean this fucking place up, right? It’s a fucking mess.”

Jasper looked around, and saw that almost all of it was Daryn’s crap, but he knew better than to argue about whose responsibility it was, and Jasper assured Daryn that it would get picked up.

“Good–now I gotta get to class, and to practice. What are you doing today again?”

“Oh…uh, I have class too, and–”

Daryn walked up to him, looming over Jasper…and he realized he must have shrunk too, or else…fuck, why was his cock so fucking hard? “What are you doing today, dumbfuck?”

“I…uh…I’m cleaning up…sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Five minutes later, Daryn was dressed in some athletic gear, gym bag thrown over a shoulder, and he left without another word. Jasper just sat down on the couch, trying to wrap his head around what was going on. Had…Had they fought the day before? Wasn’t he different–a jock like Daryn? That seemed silly to him–he was too fucking weak to ever be a jock, right? Still, he didn’t have to just…take the abuse, either. This was all Daryn’s mess–Daryn should clean it up!

But in the end, he did as he’d been told, and skipped class that day to clean up the apartment. He tried not to think too hard about why he was doing it, or feel too bad about how he’d just rolled over and let Daryn boss him around. He tried not to think about how…hard he kept getting when he smelled one of Daryn’s sweaty shirts or jocks, or…or how he’d jacked off in the bathroom, after discovering Daryn had pissed in the bowl and just left it to stew. He wasn’t going to let this get out of hand. He was a person too, after all. Maybe not as…important a person as Daryn, but a person nonetheless.

Rick and The Beast – Part 4

Alone in the room for the next several hours, there was very little Rick could do. His cock remained hard the entire time–he could still smell Officer Pike in the room, he could smell the sex they’d had, and he didn’t know which was worse–the fact that he kept hoping that the officer would come back and fuck him again, or the fact that he couldn’t stop himself from groaning and grunting and bucking the air in a mostly-mindless froth, desperate to cum, but the cage around his cock only made him ache. One month. One month, and he could have had a chance, but now he was never going to have a free cock ever again. What was Jim going to do to him now? What could he possibly do to him that was worse than everything he’d already done to him?

The door opened. Officer Pike was in the doorway, and so was The Beast, both of them stooped to enter the room. It was obvious that The Beast was unhappy. Rick could smell the anger rolling off him, even worse than the anger that evening in the cafeteria, and suddenly he was crying–sobbing really, pleading with him, asking for mercy, his cock still painfully hard at the smell of both men. Suddenly, he wasn’t begging for mercy anymore–he was begging for their cocks. He was begging them both to let him please them, and he couldn’t stop himself, he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t–

“Shut the fuck up, pig–I’ll deal with you in a moment.”

His mouth clamped shut. Is was both a relief and a terror, to know his master had that much control over him. It did nothing to bottle up his mounting lust, but at least he didn’t have to speak, at least he didn’t have to listen to himself beg. The Beast stripped off his practice clothes and then closed his eyes, his brow furrowed. Immediately, the scent of him in the room tripled in force–and Rick felt a searing pain in his crotch, as his cock pumped out a load of cum through the cage, unable to stop itself. It looked like The Beast’s muscles were rippling, and they were expanding. He was growing taller, his head nearly colliding with the eight foot ceiling. His hair and beard grew out longer and thicker, his body coated with hair, soaked in his sweat and musk. Rick had never imagined that he’d see someone so massive. He was a god. He was his god, he thought, and he came again in his cage.

Behind The Beast, Officer Pike’s eyes were rolled back into his head with pleasure, and he collapsed to his knees, the crotch of his pants darkening as he came uncontrollably as well. “Thank you, Sir, thank you…” he muttered to himself, as he spasmed. The Beast opened his eyes, and the scent died down, now that his transformation had finished. He turned around, and helped Officer Pike back up onto his feet. “Pike,” The Beast said, “you have disappointed me before, you know.”

“Yes sir, I know sir.”

“Today, you have proven your loyalty to me,” he pulled him close, bringing the officer close to one of his putting pecs, crowned with a thick nipple, “Drink–drink and grow, Alpha Pike.”

Officer Pike latched onto the nipple and started sucking, groaning and humping at his master’s body as he did. From behind, Rick watched the fabric of Officer Pike’s uniform grow taut as his muscles grew larger. He was growing taller as well, and soon he had to stoop slightly to continue sucking. After several minutes, The Beast pushed the Officer away, and he turned around, his eyes dim and hazy, something white dribbling from his lips. The front of his pants were soaked, but Rick couldn’t tell if it was piss or cum. The bulge in the Officer’s pants was substantially larger, however, and Rick wondered it it would hurt as much as his Master’s now.

The Beast pulled Pike back into him, listening to him moan. “Now, isn’t obedience so much better than obstinance?”

“Yes sir, thank you sir, for giving me a second chance. I should never have doubted you.”

“Uncuff the pig. Fuck him rough. Show me that you deserve be be one of my alphas, Pike.”

With a growl, the older man grabbed his uniform shirt, and tore it from his body, stripping off his pants in equal force, barely remembering the key to the handcuffs. Rick could feel Pike’s excitement, as he tried to unlock him, smell the energy coming from him. It was difficult to tell the difference between Pike and his Master–but now that they were together, he could detect slight differences. Most importantly, they were both alphas. They were meant to be obeyed. He was meant to serve. Pike finally got the cuffs off, but before Rick could stand up and bend over the table, Pike grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him from the chair, onto the tile floor. With one hand on the back of Rick’s head, grinding his face into the floor, the other planted on a shoulder, he drove his even larger cock deep into his hole with a single thrust. The previous fuck had been brutal, but this was something else. It was like some vital animal had been unleashed in the officer, and he eventually gripped Rick’s hips with both hands and fucked him like a doll, Rick just went limp, allowing Pike to do whatever he chose, trying to distance himself from the act, even as the waves of pleasure coursing through his fat body dragged him back into the act each moment. The Beast loomed over them both, and when Pike finally came, he hauled his cock out, stood up, and finished by soaking Rick down with a blast of piss from head to toe, Rick lapping it up from the floor before it could cool.

“You are a worthy Alpha, Pike,” The Beast said.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Leave us, I need some time with my pig–alone.”