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yunho's always been a dog guy. well. he's always been an animal guy. color him both surprised and happy when a position opens up at the pet shop down the road. it comes at exactly the right time too, right when his job as a data analyst (one that was supposed to have security) falls right through his fingers. and the pet store pays far more than he expected. the interview process is short. the owner, a handsome man around his age named wooyoung, takes a single look at his techy resume, nods, and asks when he can start. wins all around, it seems. the posting was for a "puppy boy," which yunho can only assume is the shop's name for an attendant who, of course, takes care of the puppies. his first shift is early in the morning, two hours before open at seven am to account for "training." he's there bright and early, letting himself into through the back and shuffling past the many boxes to find wooyoung waiting for him, wearing his usual jeans, button down, and tan apron. wooyoung straightens from where he's organizing fish food and gives yunho a smile. "ready?" wooyoung asks, and yunho gives a single nod. "follow me." "what first?" yunho asks as they weave through even more boxes of deliveries, and the many tight rows of shelves. "first, we should get you a uniform." wooyoung says over the sound of puppies, birds, and kittens who have just woken up and evidently noticed the two attendants. "then, after that, training's pretty easy. i think you'll take well to it. you seem like a fast learner." "thanks." yunho mumbles, then yawns. he really should've grabbed some coffee on the way."right in here." wooyoung says, and he guides yunho into the back room, all tiled beige and white. at one end is a large stainless steal sink for grooming animals. at the other is a steal table; the type they use in vet clinics when inspecting pet. at the center of the room is a large drain. wooyoung walks over to the cabinetry beside the sink and pulls out a ring of keys. "here... we have to be careful with this one." "hm." yunho hums."our smarter pets can get in." wooyoung smiles wide in yunho's direction. "y'know... the ones with opposable thumbs." yunho huffs a laugh, and watches as wooyoung begin rummaging through the cabinet. this goes on for a while; much longer than he expected. but finally, once he's found what he's looking for, wooyoung makes an "aha!" sound, and holds his arm out to show yunho the navy blue collar in his grasp. yunho huffs out another, unimpressed laugh. "here we are." wooyoung says, fiddling with the collar's clasp as he walks back toward yunho. "this one's been just waiting." yunho laughs again, unsure of how he's supposed to respond. to his surprise, wooyoung doesn't drop the joke at all, unclasps the collar fully, and hands it over to yunho. "here you go." "here i go... what?" yunho asks. "is there a dog that this is meant for? is that my first task?" wooyoung could've just outlined it for him, then, instead of doing half the job himself. "nope." wooyoung says, walking the line between fake confused-innocence and satisfaction. "i told you. your uniform." confusion, then outrage. yunho says, not caring to keep the anger from his voice, "this isn't that funny." "oh, i know it isn't." wooyoung says, standing on his tip toes to fasten the collar around yunho's throat. "that's why i hired you. you just seem perfect." from the moment the collar is fully fastened, yunho can't seem to move. his outrage leaves him, leached from him like all other emotions. he's just... empty. it should horrify him. he tries to let it. but it feels like he's a hundred leagues away, watching through an ocean or many panes of glass. "see?" wooyoung stays on his tip-toes to pet yunho's pale brown hair. "that's better." "what--" yunho forces through his lips, "did you do?" "nothing." wooyoung says slyly. "nothing that you won't really like by the end of this, right puppy?" a zap runs through yunho's brain, first a painful electric shock then something... more pleasant. it disperses into a buzzing, and all yunho can think of is wooyoung. never has he been so focused on one thing. wooyoung. wooyoung. next thing he knows, wooyoung's undressing him, watching frozen in a body he can barely control as he's stripped, his clothes thrown to the corner."good boy!" wooyoung says, pulling a training clicker from his pocket and clicking it once. yunho smiles. then, wooyoung face gets all... sad and confused, and yunho feels sad and confused to match. "oh, but...." "what?" yunho asks. wooyoung moves his hands to the top of yunho's head. "i was gonna say, you're the perfect puppyboy, but," he scratches the top of yunho's head, "puppyboys have soft, floppy ears don't they?" wooyoung keeps scratching and scratching, and yunho leans right into it, a pressure building beneath his new boss' fingers. then, all at once, his new puppy ears, soft and floppy just like wooyoung said, sprout from his head. they're soft brown too, to match yunho's hair. "there we go!" wooyoung says, and clicks again. "h-how--?" "oh, but that's not it, right?" wooyoung says, and dread, somehow living alongside yunho's newfound obsessive devotion toward wooyoung, settles in yunho's gut. "n-no--" "that's right!" wooyoung says, ignoring what yunho has to say. he reaches around to press his hand to yunho's tailbone. "how am i supposed to know my good boy is happy to see me if he doesn't have a tail to wag?" it hurts. wooyoung presses, and presses, until it feels like yunho's going to break. and then, in a way, he does, a new, fluffy tail growing from him as he screams. "shh." wooyoung says, scratching at the furry base of yunho's new tail, the tail thumping against he back of yunho's thigh without his control. "a good pup listens to his person, right?" well, that... is true. but yunho isn't a pup. he's a person. and he says as much. "n-not me." he mumbles miserably. "yes, you!" wooyoung insists. "pups have soft, floppy ears and wagging tails, and look at you!" right. he... really does. yunho tries to fight the foreign thought, but... he can't really argue with it. he hangs his head as he finally admits. "i'm pup." "good boy!" wooyoung clicks the clicker again. "does pup want a treat?" yunho's tail answers for him. "alright, pup." wooyoung says. "but first we have to finish training you, alright?" "n-no! i'm not--!" "shh." wooyoung shushes him again, grips his face, and forces him to look him straight in the eyes. "puppy, you don't want to be sad, right? don't you think you should like your job?" yunho nods weakly. "right!" wooyoung says. "and your job is to be a good, obedient puppyboy!" yunho nods again, then swallows. "and you know what puppyboys are like?" yunho shakes his head slowly. wooyoung drops his face. "they're so, so happy to see their person! to go where they go, and listen, and snuggle!" as wooyoung says the words, the settle into yunho's brain like universal truths, and soon his tail is wag-wag-wagging behind him, his lithe hips and ass shaking with it. "and...." yunho's eyes are wide and sparkling, waiting for what truths wooyoung has to dispense next. "puppyboys aren't all that smart. you don't need all that stuff, right?" just like that, years of college and self-guided study flit away from yunho. so many memories, even the ones he wouldn't have thought had to do with being smart, gone in an instant. hell, he probably can't even read anymore. but that doesn't occur to him. his tail wags faster. "you need all the extra space to care about puppy stuff!" "yeah!" yunho agrees. "yes!""like playing, and running, and walks, and treats." "yes!" oh god. yunho really wants that treat now. "and fucking like the good, dumb puppystud you are." yunho's cock springs up to attention is a single moment, and his full body shivers."isn't that right?" "yes!" yunho's tongue lolls out of his mouth, saliva dripping to the tiled floor. "good boy!" wooyoung clicks once more, folds his arms, and assesses yunho. he purses his lips, and yunho feels an anxious, dog-like anxiety in response. he doesn't want to see wooyoung displeased. that's the last thing he wants! he's happy, though, when wooyoung says, "i think you're ready." "really?!" yunho says, wiggling his puppybody happily, his long, dumb cock waving in the air. he doesn't know what 'ready' means, but surely it's something good. "i think so! are you? are you ready for your treat, pup?" a thrill runs through yunho, and he could cry happy tears. "yes! yes, yes!" he nearly tackles wooyoung in excitement before remembering to be a good pup and stay put. "good boy!" wooyoung says again. he steps toward him. "alright. hold still." "okay." yunho says dutifully, and he straightens and tries his hardest to obey. wooyoung finally gets so close that they're nearly chest to chest, and wraps a veiny, rough hand around yunho's sensitive cock. yunho whines like a dog, and a little bit of clear pre shoots out from its reddened, angry head. he wants to move, and almost does, bucking into his person, but he keeps himself from it. "let's make you the perfect stud, alright?" "yes!" yunho pants. one stroke. another stroke. on the third, yunho feels his body changing again. his balls fatten and drop, perfectly round and full. and he thinks, even though he can't see them, that they might be furry. they definitely are, he realizes, when he feels that fur growing, creeping up his groin until he has a nice, thick happy trail: far thicker than before, and that same, soft brown color. yunho whines, his cock jumping in wooyoung's grasp. "doing so good, pup!" wooyoung praises, and yunho feels like melting. "we just need to make sure you don't have this silly person-dick anymore." that makes sense. it's not like he'd want to be a person anyway. why have a person cock when you're not a person? next, at the base of his cock, the skin thickens and grows, upward and upward. at the same time, his shaft itself thins out at the tip, keeping its length but gaining the conical look of a tapered rocket. it reddens, and the texture changes with it, moistening. soon, his shaft is bobbing in and out of the sheathe that's grown with it, wet with his pre and something else: a true red rocket. a newly minted and untested pupcock. last of all is the knot, which pops into existence with a quick, pleasurable bout of pressure. yunho is just about to come, howling, when wooyoung removes his hand entirely. instead, he whines, and grinds his bobbing, unsheathed cock into the air. "good boy!" wooyoung says a finally time. "do you like your treat?!" yunho whines, and pauses, his hand hovering over it. wooyoung gives him a look of warning, though, and he stops himself. "cum." he whines. "that's right, pup!" wooyoung says, and he turns to grab a matching navy blue leash from the hook on the wall. "you know what's just perfect for that?" yunho furrows his brows. "a pretty, young bitch to breed." wooyoung says, and yunho couldn't agree more. "please!"
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It’s all because of Seonghwa’s stupid brownies. They should’ve known, knowing the witch and his anger toward them. After so many stolen treats, it seems he finally put his foot down. And in about the strangest way he could have. It starts with San. It’s a heaviness in his low belly, like a cramp without the pain, or… like he’s carrying a brick of lead there. It gets worse and worse, pressure building until it demands to be acknowledged. He makes a confused sound, which turns into a groan as he presses his hand against his tummy. Yunho, still chewing, gives him a look of momentary concerned. After he swallows, he asks, “Stomach ache?”San groans again, the pressure continuing to build. He manages a grit out, “Yeah.” He’s certain it’s not a stomach ache. But he doesn’t necessarily want to admit that to him or Yunho. He stands, walks in a little circle, in an attempt to… fix it? He doesn’t know how he’d begin fixing it. That’s when his back begins to ache. He stops to rest his hands against his low back in a fashion he’s not typically used to, arching backward. The pressure reaches a peak —what he thinks will be a peak, but ultimately isn’t— and with a pop his body changes dramatically, his hips widening and separating, his nipples fattening and peaking, and his belly punching outward. Both him and Yunho gasp. He looks like he’s stuffed himself over-full, or maybe gained a dramatic amount of weight, but… his belly is taut and firm. Like a pregnant person. Not dramatically so, maybe fifteen weeks, but pregnant nonetheless. Distantly, he recognizes that the sensations in his body haven’t halted, only dampened, but he doesn’t think much about it now in his shock. He stands up straight, equal parts wonder and terror coursing through him, and he rests both hands against his taut, still-growing belly. “Hyung….” He looks to Yunho, who’s still in shock enough that it seems he can’t bring himself to do anything but stare. “I don’t think we should’ve eaten that.” Yunho blinks, then looks to the now-empty plate, and swallows. “Uh—” San knows Yunho feels it too as he begins to rub his own belly idly. Within a few seconds, Yunho himself is doubling over, groaning at the overwhelm of it.“Did standing help?” Yunho groans. “I don’t know.” San says, only looking down at his belly as it grows incrementally beneath his hands. His pecs, now tits, have softened into something plumper and rounder— still small, but still growing, just as his hips and ass are in time with his belly. When he looks to Yunho, he sees that he’s just a bit behind him, his belly noticeably smaller thanks to his height, but his pecs (breasts?) are fat and perky beneath the thin material of his t-shirt, his nipples standing at attention. His wider hips are the most noticeable, a far cry from Yunho’s usually narrow svelteness. “I feel—”“I know.” They eventually both settle on the couch, unable to do anything but let whatever this is ride its course, occasionally groaning and commenting. There’s little to be said, though, and most of what they do say already has been: “What’s happening?,” and the like. They both know now that the brownie was Seonghwa’s. There’s no way around it. Why he’d make a spelled brownie with an effect like this, they don’t know or care to question. Neither do they really admit to themselves what’s happening until the end of it. As their bodies creek and shift, bellies growing and weight gaining, they occasionally look to one another, often too shy to look eye-to-eye, though. By the time it’s ended, it’s been about twenty minutes. Not only are they fully pregnant, but possess all the accessories: widened hips fit for birthing with asses to match, a healthy layer of pudge, and painfully full breasts. Yunho gasps in horror when, the pressure in his breasts reaching their peak, his begins to leak through his too-tight t-shirt.“Hyung,” San says, “Are we—?” “Don’t say it.” Yunho says, though his hand is idly rubbing at his taut, fertile belly. “Don’t say what?” The both of them whip their heads to watch Mingi entering the room, then stopping as soon as he sees them. “Fuck.”“Don’t say anything!” Yunho snipes, before Mingi even has the chance to open his mouth again. Yunho stands slightly, but finds that it’s too much to him, and flops back onto the couch. Mingi doesn’t say anything, but instead rushes over to guide him back onto the couch gently. When he does speak, Yunho wants to yell at him again. “You should be careful.” “Y— you be careful!” Yunho yells, and his anger is stoked further when Mingi settles on his knees between him and San, eyes roving up both their bodies hungrily. “Oh my god, no!” San whines. “You’re a perv!” “I’m not.” Mingi says with no bite. He doesn’t even pull his eyes from where Yunho’s new tits are leaking through his shirt. “Whose are they?” “Huh?” Yunho and San say. “The babies.” Mingi says. “Who knocked you guys up?” “Seonghwa.” San says, and Mingi blinks.“Really?” Mingi gawks. “It was his stupid fucking brownies.” Yunho says. “We ate them.” “I’m not sure I follow.” Mingi says. “The brownies.” San says. “They were enchanted to… make people pregnant? I guess?”“Why would somebody want that?” Yunho sighs. The silence is deafening from Mingi. They look to him, and he still there, mouth open, before swallowing. “Well—”“Perv!”
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jongho flips the small, packaged dildo in his hand once, then again. he's been standing here for a while, just staring at it: "the diva." the thing's small, no more than four inches, baby pink, and thin. and the packaging question is plastered with the same 90's tv ad style language. it's not the language that gets him (maybe just a little bit) but the prospect of putting anything in his ass at all. still, he wants to try. he's never been a closed minded type guy, of course. the only reason he hasn't tried something like this is the challenge and the involvement of prep. it's daunting, in a way. but his friends recommended starting small, so he's doing just that. he bought the first small, thin, and simple dildo he could find online and bought it in one click. maybe he should've read more, but there's not much something so simple can do to him, he thinks. thirty minutes and a lot of lube later, he's hovering over the thing with hesitancy. ten more minutes later, he's managed to work the thing inside him, and he feels like such a weakling. four inches, barely any girth, and he already feels so stretched. he won't do much today, he decides. the whole point of this is prostate stimulation, yeah, but he's not all that excited by the idea of doing it all at once. really he just wants to be lazy. so he lowers himself completely, comes back up, and does that twice more. then, with a sigh, he rises again. this time... the thing comes with him. brows furrowed, he turns around and looks in the direction of his ass, despite the fact he can't see anything for this angle. then, he simply reaches back and pulls it out. except... he can't. he gets a grip --a good grip-- on the thing, pulls, and it doesn't budge. an immovable object. literally. "what?" he whispers to himself, and thinks he must just be 'doing it wrong.' deep down, he knows that's not it. there's something wrong with it. tug, nothing. pull, nothing. and by the end of an hour, face puffy, eyes red, and distress not waning at all, the thing has managed not to budge outward, but has burrowed even further inside him. it's with a scared, shocked sound that he stands on shaky legs, runs to pull on a pair of sweats, wash his hands, grab his keys, and run from the house.he gets as far as the bus station, directions to the hospital on his phone. that's when it finally moves. the man standing next to him glances in his direction. jongho can feel it: the dildo finally, slowly slipping from him, and he turns and runs in the direction of the nearest public bathroom. trying to coax the thing out of him turns into a game, and by the time most of it is, the small pointed tip the only thing inside of him, it moves again. to his complete and utter shock, it reenters him, all at once, in a slamming motion. jongho gasps and groans, all sorts of feelings behind the sound, and falls against the tile wall, both hands pressed to it. then, because he can't do anything but, he takes his fucking like a good boy.
day one
he doesn't know how or why he went home, but he did. he wakes up the following morning, snug in his bed, and with diva still snug in his hole. he groans in aggravation, stands, and attempts for another hour to pull the thing from him. to no avail. then, he has to get ready for work. so he does, and he leaves the house with diva, unfortunately in tow. luckily, the dildo doesn't bother him all day, and a few times he manages to trick himself that it's not there at all. sometimes, that there's nothing to really be worried about. then, midday, it happens again. as diva moves so slightly, the yip he makes has customers and coworkers alike turning toward him. it was a shallow, warning thrust. and he knows there won't be another. what follows is another public bathroom fuck. "jongho?" he hears his coworker mingi said through the locked door of the single restroom, just as soon as it's done and he's leaning against the wall trying to catch his breath. jongho makes a weak noise. "are you... alrighty?" "ah." jongho whines, before right himself, clearing his throat, and saying, "y-yeah. yeah." a long pause. "... alright. we need you on the floor." "yeah." jongho says again.the dildo, blessedly, is quiet for the rest of the night.
day two
jongho didn't think it could get any worse. but of course it does. it happens when he's out and about, pushing his cart down the isle of a local grocery store as he browses the pasta sauces. diva gives one of those shallow warning thrusts, and he drops what he's doing to search for somewhere to escape. but... she doesn't thrust anymore after that. oddly, though, jongho feels the pressure in his hole growing. with a squeak, he reaches back without thinking, and covers his already clothed ass with a spread hand, as if that's an issue. if he didn't know better... he'd say.... diva's getting bigger. when he gets home and manages to be able to look, it's confirmed. he sees it: his hole gaped just slightly more around a base that certainly wasn't that large to begin with. it's just enough that it's noticeable, both by feel and visually. but it's there. this might be beyond a doctor.
day three
fuckings from diva are once daily, and jongho has managed to map out all public restrooms in his usual haunts: work, school, grocery shopping. most of the time, if he can help it, he stays home, but he's not about to put his life on hold for a stupid dildo. nevermind the fact that he's forgotten about truly going to a doctor, or the fact that he's adopted a fully liquid diet without even having made the choice to do so. there are lots of things he's forgetting, lately, and lots of things he's doing that he otherwise wouldn't. but he chocks that up to so much of his focus being redirected to his asshole and its new, stubborn resident. it's not like he's under normal circumstances. by the end of the day, he's had two good orgasms fucked out of him and diva's just that little bit bigger. he's getting used to waddling.
day four
day four is when the... leakage starts. or, more aptly, the spurting. he hadn't even thought that diva had a hole for something like that, and it certainly wasn't advertised as a cumming dildo. par for the course, though, he guesses. this dildo is full of surprises. it's a lucky thing that it happens when he's home alone, sitting on the couch and watching a tv show he's not paying particularly close attention to. he swears he feels diva twitch inside him, but he may just be making things up. then, one long, strong spurt and he's being filled with what he can assume is lube. it's cold, and draws a loud yelp from him. immediately, he's setting the remote down and returning to his setup of mirrors in the bathroom. his hole has, of course, taken on a perpetually stretched, inflamed, and red appearance. and indeed, around diva's incrementally thicker base, clear lube is leaking from him. he doesn't even bother wiping his hole clean. neither does he really note the slight weight gained in his ass --it may be too little to notice.
day five
diva's bigger every day. now, it's managed to get just big enough that it presses right beneath jongho's prostate. that makes him feel crazy. too much stimulation, not enough, he doesn't know. he just wants it to stop. of course he wants it to stop. work is torture. and all he can think about is getting to the restroom and getting his fucking over with (at least it'll relieve some of that pent up horniness as a side effect of all this). diva doesn't move until he gets home, though.
day six
he thinks the stimulation is beginning to make him dumb. he knows it is. he's getting used to a lot lately.
day seven
the one fucking a day becomes two. two fuckings, one healthy spurt of lube, and one episode of growth a day. he wonders how big diva's gotten inside of him. it's gotten big enough that it presses on his prostate now, and this is certainly making him dumb. he forgets to go to class. probably for the best.
day ten
jongho's dumb distracted enough that he hasn't noticed how much his habits have changed around diva. he still goes to work, and school, and hangs out with friends and all. but his life has been completely reorienting into coping with diva. coping... maybe.... um. he can't think of the right word. not coping, right? maybe that's a little mean. he doesn't want to hurt her feelings. he walks differently; that same, peculiarly waddle. and sometimes, he adjusts himself and wiggles around just to get a feel for how large diva has become. it's just... to check. he's keeping track of things. sometimes, he just stops and stands and mindlessly feels at diva's fat base, whether he's clothed and in public, or nude at home. he's nude most of the time at home now. he has to check diva's changes when they happen, and dressing and undressing get tiresome. most of all, his back hurts. he feels all... heavy for some reason. he's not sure why. he hasn't been doing any hard manual labor or hitting the squat rack. which is amazing, because his ass really does look great these days.
day eleven
two fuckings in the day, and one right before bed. two spurts of lube, enough that it leaks out into jongho's clothes throughout the day. diva's so... thick lately. long too.
day fifteen
diva fucks jongho to sleep every night, and awake every morning. when they're out and about together, which is often because that's when she seems the most active, jongho can feel her twitching and pulsing inside him. just like a living cock. she must be... well, he doesn't know how big she's gotten, but it's enough to press through his tummy. she loves when he gets home and walks directly to the bathroom to inspect himself, and has started rewarding him by fucking in and out of him while he watches through his mirror setup. his hole hurts, aching from the constant stretching and fucking. but it's not a bad ache. sometimes it makes things even better. that's not the only place he hurts. his ass has gotten fat enough that his back aches almost constantly. and arching for diva during his fuckings can't be helping. he doesn't have the words for it, but his back is slowly gaining a lordodic tilt, back arched forward perpetually and ass stuck out even when he's standing or waddling around. his pecs hurt too. and his nipples. there's a constant ache from them, his nipples almost always fat and hard. nevermind that his pecs aren't really pecs anymore, but soft, perky breasts. his friends, coworkers, and classmates haven't said much because... well, he hasn't been seeing them! he's too busy. he has to get to the bottom of what's happening to him. how generous it is that diva's helping him find out. just a few more days, maybe, and he'll know.
day ???
jongho doesn't know when he starts enjoying it all. he doesn't know when he went truly dumb; too dumb to even read the ingredients list on his food, or care about much other than his fuckings, or his cute body, or his "inspections" of said body. by now, that includes standing in front of the mirror to pinch at his nipples, jiggle his new tits or his fat ass, or just worship himself generally. diva loves that. when he does, he feels it, her twitching so lovingly and encouragingly inside him as he basks in the joys of his changed body. she's so sweet like that. he doesn't know when he started calling diva "her," or when he started speaking to her. but she's his closest friend, so it only really makes sense. he goes about his day like that, waddling around, bending over often and sticking out his fat ass for nobody but the two of them-- simply because he really likes it; imagines what he must look like, presenting his heavy, jiggling ass and puffy, stuffed hole to the world. "is that good?" he asks diva, and she pulses and spurts inside him in answer. "you think i'm pretty?" soon, he's replaced his closet completely with things that fit better, both physically and in identity. he wants to look pretty. for diva, for himself, for everyone. he misses work because he can't share how cute he is. school, too. but he just gets too distracted. he'll get up, and ready, and forget what he's doing as soon as diva decides to fuck him. he doesn't mind too much, though. after all, he's just her toy. the fuckings increase in regularity steadily. soon, they're near constant. and there comes a day, when diva quite literally doesn't stop, the jongho finally gets that answer that he's always been wanting. well... actually, he's not sure if that's true because he can't remember the question to begin with. but it feels right! "yes!" jongho squeals. diva's being particularly good today. the most attentive and rough lover, fucking and plundering possibly the most she ever has before. he can't take even a step without the thing getting frisky. she's the roughest she's even been too. he wonders how silly it must look, this huge pink monstercock dildo ramming in and out of him all on its own. silly, but... it makes him horny just thinking about it. lucky he has diva to keep him satisfied. he's so loved. he's a drooling mess through most of the day, draping over couches and leaning against walls while diva has her way with him. what a hungry, horny minx she is. almost as bad as him. like usual, he talks to her, praising her when she does well (which is always). being the perfect vocal bitch she's trained him to be. it's a choir of pants, whines, giggles, and more, all over the backtrack of the wet sounds she fucks from his hungry hole. she pulls so many orgasms from him --hitting his prostate with such reliable precision over and over-- that he has nothing left to give anymore, and he simply shakes with measly, dry climaxes, each of them bleeding into one another into a painful, mindnumbingly pleasurable constant. hours pass before it stops, and when it does he's only confused. confused and... sad. it's so abrupt that it makes no sense; it wouldn't even to a person much smarter than him. she's still in the middle of fucking him, his hand against the wall and thighs shaky, when she simply... halts. then, she's not there at all, shrinking to her previous size and stick-like frame and slipping right out of him. "huh?" jongho starts as diva plops to the ground, taking with her a healthy helping of slick, dripping from him like a leaky faucet. jongho turns, and takes the scene in, the dildo so small comparative to what he's used to that it's almost comical. he doesn't even really think about how this is its "original" form. then, he pouts, both very genuinely and theatrically. "but," he says, getting on his knees and taking diva into his hands like a injured bird, "c'mon." he shifts into an all fours position and passes diva in and out of his hole twice, trying to encourage the thing to start moving again. trying to get some kind of satisfying stimulation. but he's just too gaping, and he may was well be using a toothpick. in, out, in, out, then he stops and removes his hand from the scene. instead of taking the encouragement, diva, like the object she is, falls from his hole and plops onto the floor again. "n-no!" jongho cries. "p-please fuck me!" he begs, and begs, and even for a short time, simply waits patiently on all fours for her to begin again, despite how dumb, horny, and impatient diva has made him to be. by the end of it, he sighs. taking diva into his hands ever so gently and reverently, he licks her clean of all his fluids, little kitten clicks all the way up her short, narrow length. when he's done, he lays a long, chaste kiss to her tip. then, he gets up, gaping hole hungry and empty for the first time since his rebirth, his fat ass jiggling and clapping behind him. he gets dressed: small cropped tank, the shortest skirt he can find, so even his swollen hole is on display, cooled so nicely by the night air, little kitten heels, and saddle purse slung over his forearm. he never knows when he'll need diva again, so he tucks her into that purse, giving her a couple pats as he smiles gently. then, he heads out, ready to find some new cocks to service. this is the answer. this is the beginning of his new life.
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the only way yunho can describe the new hire is annoying. aggravating too, maybe. the wolf shifter, who seems to have blown into the office overnight and turned it upside down, in a few words, is completely stealing his thunder. yunho is the top sales person-- was. is. was. well, he's both. because each week, mingi seems to beat him, before yunho the following week manages to outdo the wolf. they flipflop like this, on and off. it brings a lot of praise and comparison. their bosses bring them up almost always in the same breath. as if they're anything other than coworkers who tolerate each other. "tolerate" is a generous word, even. they're both tall, handsome alphas. both canine shifters. both coveted for their skills, and... for a whole lot else. you expect people to adhere to the expectations of a professional working environment, but it turns out that in an world with so many normalized animals behaviors, that's pretty hard. you wear everything on your shoulder pretty literally. nothing can be hidden where scent is concerned. that's why yunho's pretty surprised. either their coworkers and bosses are completely dense or they're great at ignoring their obvious rivalry. maybe it's the latter. probably. people are probably much more professional than yunho gives them credit for. they probably just want to get their work done and not worry about overdramatic, alpha posturing. yunho would pull it together if it didn't fuck him up so much. it's an added layer to a problem that's already been grating on him. he expects that people will think of him as the typical retriever where he goes, and in a way he is. he's handsome, and perfectly polite, and very gentle as is typical to his breed. people always think of retriever studs as "family dogs," and he doesn't mind that too much either.but here, since he started this job two years ago, it's an entirely different beast. or a similar, but worse one. because it feels so... icky. objectifying, maybe. infantilizing, maybe. just... reductive. the omegas and betas of their department have gotten so comfortable with casually calling him "pup," even when they don't know him well. at cooing at him and praising him like an actual dog. he knows they're doing the same for mingi, just the other way around. wolf studs are shoved into boxes more than most of them: predators in more ways than one. both coveted for their natural dominance and sexual appeal, and feared for the close to the same reasons. from the moment he moves into his cubical, practically the whole office is fawning. it's not like it's mingi's fault, necessarily. but still, it pisses yunho off. he's just so easy to hate. those easy, overly confident smiles. the way he walks into the office every morning with his sunglasses still on and a leather jacket over his shoulder. the way he very obviously feeds off the all the attention. their little rivalry began with sales, but it's become far more in the past month. yunho's mother would not be proud of him, so low has he stooped. he started it, yeah. he doesn't know how to stop it. or, he does. but he doesn't want to. he literally can't because it's mingi. yunho refuses to be the bigger person. he watches, now, at their office holiday party, as mingi draws a crowd of fawning omegas and betas. as he always does. he's all smiles and pleasant speech. even goes far enough to tuck a loose strand of hair behind one of the prey shifter's ears. whatever he says, yunho misses because he's far too busy being a hater. the trouble (or maybe the solution?) begins when yunho goes to the restroom later. mingi's there, one hand leaned against the wall and the other guiding his cock as he pisses into the urinal. he only spares yunho a glance. immediately, the air in the room is tainted with the tension of mutual annoyance. there are multiple free urinals. yunho doesn't have to take the one directly next to mingi. but he does anyway. call it alpha posturing. mingi glances at yunho once more, this time in more obvious annoyance, as the dog shifter settles in front of the urinal directly beside him. "good party." mingi grits out. yunho just hums. he's not sure how it happens. it may be one of those odd tricks of being a canine. he's not at all incontinent, but from time to time, his body will do as it pleases. such is life. from the moment his dick is free, it's dripping, and two droplets smack not onto the floor, but onto mingi's shoes. suddenly, that annoyed tension becomes something much worse."these are three hundred dollar shoes." mingi practically growls. yunho's about to apologize (he really is) but he just can't to a guy like mingi. if he hadn't growled, or brought up the shoe's stupid goddamned price tag, maybe he would have. "oh?' yunho says, feigning completely innocence. "are they? whoops." yunho pouts theatrically, takes hold of his cock, and gives it a couple of shakes, two more droplets plopping onto the tile and mingi's shoes below. mingi sneers, grits his sharp teeth, then, like he's loosing a battle, bares them at yunho. "jackass." "i don't think that's work appropriate language." yunho says evenly. "i could report you." "i could report you!" mingi says. then, it seems that his own words sink in, and he straightens, zips his fly and smiles before attempting to sidestep the retriever. yunho isn't exactly sure what happens, but it sure does happen. his body just moves for him, and in a series of blindingly quick movements, he's backing mingi against the wall. he presses the wolf into the hard tile, forearm over his throat. mingi thrashes, and snarls for real this time, low and feral and so very, very unfitted to the environment. finally, yunho's seeing the predator truly. it scares him a little. but he doesn't allow that to show. soon, they're struggling against one another, snapping and growling like fighting dogs in a ring. mingi nearly manages to throw him off a few times, but yunho wins out in the end. yunho starts by trying to reason with him, but quickly forgets words as instinct takes over. the small, quiet, and still logical part of him realizes, too, that he's only made his report-worthy behavior even worse. he needs to... fix this somehow. but he doesn't even get that far. as soon at the thought occurs to him, he forgets it, and his body is moving for him, the instinct to dominate taking complete and total precedence. his fingers weave through the wolf's dark hair, close, and painfully grip at the strands. with a single movement, he yanks back, mingi's head slamming into the tile behind him with a thunk. with the wolf scruffed and his throat bared to him, yunho closes his teeth roughly over it, biting down hard. beneath his teeth, he feels the rumbling of mingi's continued growls, and he growls right back, snarls ripped from him, louder and more wild than he's ever managed to make before. it's not enough. mingi doesn't submit. of course he doesn't. he's an alpha wolf; one who already hates yunho. so, yunho throws the wolf to the floor, and before mingi can get back on his feet, or even his knees, yunho presses a foot to his back, and uses half his weight to keep him down. mingi snaps, thrashes, and snarls beneath him, but it's to no avail. yunho doesn't particularly care anymore, either. the game's practically already over, and the alpha inside him sings. it's lucky yunho's bladder is still full. even if it wasn't, he'd be able to conjure something up. any emergency territory marking is accommodated by the canine body. but having as much in the tank as he does sweetens the deal so much more. he doesn't have to unzip his fly, or pull his cock out. he's already done that. all he does is take the long, flaccid thing into one hand, aim, and piss. he starts with mingi's upper back, then moves upward, a hot, strong stream of fragrant piss soaking mingi, little droplets jumping off and splattering onto the floor with impact. mingi keeps thrashing, keeps growling, and begins talking even, swearing at yunho as he marks him. by the time, though, that yunho stops halfway through emptying himself to remove his foot, tuck it under the wolf, and flip him onto his back, mingi's struggles have weakened so much that yunho has to keep himself from laughing. mingi whines, and wiggles, and tries to crawl away on his back from yunho pathetically. he stops, simply in shock, when yunho resumes marking his new territory, having to close his eyes as yunho stands over him and pisses directly onto his face. he stutters, and smacks his lips before thinking to press them closed, making these pathetic little noises the whole time. when yunho's finally empty, satisfied in body and in instinct, mingi whines like a dog. not a wolf, but a puppy. yunho does laugh, then, gives his cock a couple of shakes, sure to do so over mingi, zips up, then steps out of the restroom to rejoin the party without a word. mingi isn't at work the next day, and yunho just has to smile at himself. the following day, it's the same. finally, on friday, mingi finally returns. yunho hears him before he sees him, chatting and laughing with one of their omegas peers in the break room. yunho only stops at the door briefly before stretching his neck, rolling his shoulders back, and stepping through. to the omega's confusion, mingi immediately quiets, and stares at yunho only as long as it takes for yunho to meet his gaze. mingi's eyes flit to the wall, the floor, anywhere else. yunho's marking was successful. mingi has finally submitted to him. mingi avoids him through the day. when yunho passes his cubicle, which is often for the sake of intimidation, mingi ducks his head into his work and ignores him. when they nearly pass each other twice in the hallways, mingi takes a sharp turn away from him. yunho only manages to get close to him by accident at the end of the day, when most coworkers have left and the winter sun is setting outside. and again, it's in the restroom. mingi's exiting a stall just as yunho enters, already fiddling with the fly on his pants. mingi looks up, their eyes meet, and mingi immediately looks to his shoes. yunho prepares himself for a fight, and already attempts to suppress his instinct to stake his claim over mingi a second time. what happens next surprises him, though. swiftly, and completely (well, maybe not completely) willingly, mingi hangs his head, sighs, and gets on his knees. his head hangs, still, but his body tries to bare his throat, too, so he ends up in an awkward in between. his eyes are an odd mix between defeated, hazy, and panicked, pointed anywhere except yunho. and he simply waits. so, yunho gives him what he's waiting for. yunho can tell, the first few times, mingi tries to wash the scent of him off. it's tough when a guy's soaked, in a suit, and only has public bathroom sinks to work with, though. mingi starts bringing changes of clothes to work, stepping out from the restroom at lunch break wearing entirely new colors and running the bag of soiled laundry assumedly down to his car. he doesn't try to get yunho to stop. he doesn't say anything to yunho at all. the full extent of their interactions is the markings; the most said are simple huffs, growls, and whines. soon, mingi's been lulled into a near-permanent state of docility. he doesn't try to avoid yunho necessarily, because it's not like he can, but he does try very hard to keep yunho happy; make it obvious that yunho's the true alpha here. or, rather, his instincts do. yunho's not even sure that mingi's conscious of it all anymore.anytime yunho nears the submissive alpha, mingi's body responds immediately. his eyes get all glassy, and his mouth hangs open so cutely. to be sure, yunho stands near mingi's cubicle, where the wolf can't see him, but close enough that he can scent him. watching mingi loosening into full-body compliance, like a rag doll, into his office chair, even when he's unseen is nothing short of delicious to yunho. of course, yunho's inner alpha can't abide a claim trying to wash off his scent, so he starts marking mingi twice a day. there's nothing mingi can do about it then because... it's not like he has that many suits. he simply can't launder them that quickly. soon, mingi's perpetually stinking of yunho, salty and musky to match. and a little after then, he halts bringing changes of clothes at all anymore. their coworkers definitely notice. they spare glances to both of them often and obviously. yunho really doesn't fucking care. mingi definitely does, but it's not like he can do anything about it. the two of them, locked in a strange hateful, codependent dance of instinct, can't escape each other any longer. mingi's gone enough that he watches his clock, walks himself to the restroom, and waits kneeling for yunho at the same exact times every day: 11:45 am, then 5:00 pm. their coworkers notice. the cleaning staff notice. nobody says anything. in this world, nobody will get between an alpha as instinctually deranged as yunho and his claim. at the point yunho gets hard leading up to their little sessions, he's lost the ability to really think at all about the implication. he's just an alpha doing what alphas do. if his cock wants to get hard, so be it. it's only natural after all: the be aroused by the claim you've made. he doesn't even interrogate it that far. and mingi getting hard... why shouldn't he? it tells yunho that he's doing everything right. that he's been a successful and good alpha; that he's at the top of the chain. that mingi's been made into everything he needs to be. yes. not only is he completely submissive to him, but his body loves it.yunho couldn't be more satisfied, he thinks, until mingi's responsiveness grows and he definitely is. the wolf begins baring his throat every which way, rolling his head back and forth to allow yunho to spread his scent as completely thoroughly as he can. he begins vocalizing far more: not the pathetic sounds of begging as before, but little performative yips and whines to to draw yunho's attention, the way a bitch in heat might. mingi's been partially changed most of the time, now, wolf ears and tail out and expressing just as much as the rest of him. and at the end of each session of marking, he lets out a long, happy breath and shakes, the way a dog might after a bath. mingi's scent is changing. it's like his scent itself is submitting. lighter, more mild, and certainly less musky, it's side-stepped to allow yunho's to take center stage. yunho can't smell much of it, so thoroughly soak is mingi in his own, but he knows he likes it, whether it's the scent itself or the fact that he made him this way. today is like any day. long, and tiring, and full only of tedium save when yunho's been able to mark his claim. people file out of the office at 5pm sharp, and passing by his cubicle say absolutely nothing to him. in a way, he's claimed the whole company, not just mingi. he may have been marking outside of the restrooms in his haze, he's not sure. but the place smells of him so thoroughly, the cleaning staff have had no luck getting it all out. he'd just top it off anyway.fellow staff never look him in the eyes, and either avoid him or submit completely the moment they see him, shallow breaths and bared throats. he can barely hold a conversation with these people anymore. it's made the omegas and fertile betas in his department prone a slicking, and he knows because the scent can't really be avoided. if he wanted, he could take a whole harem. but he doesn't want that. he doesn't want to fuck anyone. well.... maybe.by the time 5:15 nears, the office is completely empty save him and the ghost of mingi. he knows where mingi is, like every day this time. yunho's also completely hard. this is something he's long trained himself into. with a sigh, and a hand already at his cock, he rises. it's one of those days he feels particularly bad, his cock hard enough that he can barely keep it in his pants, his knot fat, hot, and pulsing. he must be close to rut. of course he is. he gets as far as the hallway, turning into it, before he takes the liberty of just freeing his hard length. if the cleaning staff see him playing with himself, who the fuck cares. his bladder's full enough that he could mark them into timidity too; though he wouldn't want to disappoint mingi. the wolf is used to being completely soaked. by now, yunho's learned exactly how much to drink so the his bladder is the fullest come time. it's down to a complete science. though, as instinctual as this all is, it doesn't feel as such. yunho huffs as he walks down the hallway, thumbing along the head of his cock, stopping most often at his slit for the small bit of stimulation. he tries not to get too far. he's already fully hard, so there's not much that how messy things will be can be helped. the anticipation is important, though. he hears mingi before he sees him. when he pushes the single, swinging door to the restroom, those sounds are the perfect welcome: little loud and desperate puppy whines, bouncing off the tiled walls. from the moment he steps in, mingi's watching him, but not meeting his gaze. the rise and fall of his chest is quick. his mouth his hanging open, adams apple bobbing with each sound escaping him. mingi's not aggravating anymore. somewhere along the way, the anger that fueled all this was replaced by something else. something bigger, and much harder to shake. impossible, even. the wolf's eyes drop, and remain fixed on yunho's hard cock. then, his mouth drops too, tongue lolling out like the dog he is. dog... bitch. it's not the word yunho thinks of so much as the concept; the essence of a bitch. mingi embodies it so well. like with most things, instinct guides yunho, and he doesn't question at all as he crosses the room with new intent. expecting the same, mingi throws his head back and waits. yunho has to grab him by the hair and pull him forward, and he makes another small noise. his mouth is still open, so all yunho has to really do is move, the thick head of his cock breaching mingi's perfect, soft lips. then deeper, and deeper, until he's fully inside the wolf, mingi gagging around the length. he doesn't move, though. instead, he stills, and, eyes wide and so wet, he blinks up at yunho like he's looking into the sun. adoration. complete submission. that's how yunho know mingi's been remade; at least in spirit. he pumps in and out of mingi a handful of times, the untested wolf struggling to take him. he'd go further, but the call to cum is less pressing than that of pissing, and it's beginning to become painful. when yunho pulls out finally, mingi gasps, claws for the floor, and makes a little, "guh" sound. then, yunho drops his pants and he stills entirely. mingi waits. mingi makes another sound of surprise as yunho hauls him onto his feet and against the sink. when yunho folds him over, the sound he makes is scared, but he's so completely broken that he can't fight it. mingi's ass has always been nice and full, and it looks even better when uncovered by layers of superfluous fabric. from the moment he's bent over, manhandled as yunho undresses him from the waist down, his tail is lifted high. both a submission and an invitation. it drives yunho crazy. once his ass is finally free of its confines, tight, dark hole on full display, yunho stops to admire it and growl. he'd do more, maybe fondle and fuck mingi, if it weren't for the current imperative. instead, he takes aim with his hard cock as best he can, and sprays. he releases the entire contents of his bladder, hot piss spraying in jets onto the wolf's ass and hole the way an alpha only really does to a bitch he's claiming. mingi whines, high and long. it's official. he's his bitch. at least as far as behavior goes. the rest might take a little more work, but luckily yunho's knot is ready, and he's on the edge of a rut. as the last few droplets of piss escape him, yunho nears to tap the tip of his cock against the wolf's pucker, shaking them off for good measure. then, he runs his cock between mingi's full ass cheeks. he feels as mingi's body responds, hole pulsing in desperation. the whole time, mingi's tail remains completely lifted, and yunho reaches forward to scratch at its base. like that, mingi falls like jello against the sink's hard porcelain. yunho has to reach forward with the other arm to support his weight by the waist, tip pressed readily to the wolf's ass. "ready?" yunho asks. mingi just whines.
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the best option jongho can think of for his first conquest is mingi. he's his friend, his coworker, his fellow rugby player. he's got a nice body and a thick, long cock. and he's a total sweety. the moment jongho calls, mingi immediately picks up, his panicked voice carrying through the receiver. "jjong? where have you been?" "been?" jongho asks, tilting his head. "just here." "dude." mingi sounds less worried and more mad now, for some odd reason. "will you not fuck with me? please?" "but i want to." jongho pouts, missing that mingi means something entirely different from what he thinks he means. chipperly, before mingi can say anything else, he asks, "can i come over?" there's a long pause on the other end of the line before mingi finally says, exasperated, "fine." mingi's waiting outside the apartment door long before jongho even nears it. jongho watches as mingi, hearing him wobbling down the hallway by the click of his heels, turns to look at him. first, there's nothing behind his eyes, then there's a flash of confusion, then horror. "jjong?" mingi asks as the younger nears. "hey!" "w-what." mingi stops, brows furrowed. he almost looks offended. "what is this?" "what's what?" jongho says, voice sweet and head turned. "what--" mingi looks jongho up and down, the disbelief clear on his face, "happened to you?" "oh!" jongho laughs. "that!" "that?" "i started uh--" jongho isn't entirely sure what to say, "well, i made a new friend." "a new friend?" "mhm!" jongho nods excitedly. "i'd love for you to meet her, but... um... can i ask you a favor?" mingi blinks, and stares at jongho for a long while, mouth open. then, he unlocks the door and pulls him into the apartment. leaning down, he rests his hands on either of jongho's shoulders and looks directly into his eyes. "if there's something wrong, you know you can tell me, right?""i know." jongho says surely. "i know that." "what happened?" mingi repeats seriously, his grip just tight enough that jongho can't look away. not that he'd want to. mingi really is very pretty. "i um--" jongho worries away at his lip as he thinks. he may be dumb, but he at least knows that mingi won't believe the truth. so instead, he says, "sorry. i was just a little... embarrassed." mingi doesn't ask why. he instead looks jongho up and down again, eyes settling for a moment on his mostly bare ass. "i-- uh." jongho takes a breath. "i've always had a... thing." "thing?" "like... being dumb and thick for the sake of sex." mingi blinks, and jongho take the liberty of continuing. "and i thought... being happy is more important than.... i don't know." lost on how to keep the story going, jongho waves a dismissive hand. "you--" mingi drops his hands and rears his heads back, "what?" "that's why i was embarrassed!" jongho hops, and he really hopes mingi sees how his body jiggles with it. "i just didn't want anyone to know." mingi goes silent. for a long time, in fact. after that time, he licks his lips, folds his arms, and says, "okay." "okay?""are you happy?" mingi asks, and jongho can tell by his tone that he really cares about the answer. "yeah." jongho says honestly. "yeah, i'm happy," he pauses for a moment, before taking a step forward to rest a hand against mingi's biceps, "but, hyung."mingi meets his eyes. "you know what would make me really happy?" that's how they end up, after some minor convincing, in mingi's bedroom, naked and kissing and giggling as they roll around together. really, jongho thought it would take more convincing, but mingi does care about him-- he always has. and he seems to really like him in another way. it just took until now for jongho to really pick up on. mingi really is sweet. he's an attentive and gentle lover, and jongho can tell he's careful to not go too far too quickly. "too far," since his rebirth, is not a concept jongho knows, though, so he easily gets impatient. he's the one to take the liberty of stripping first, leaving his bag on mingi's side table unzipped in case diva wants some air. he's the first to kiss. and when kissing isn't near enough for him, he gets on all fours at the edge of the bed, facing the full length mirror hanging on mingi's closet door. perfect view, he thinks to himself. he's not sure if mingi's had sex with any other men before, so that may be cause for the nervousness. mingi's hesitant still as he kneels behind jongho, palming his ass and taking in the view before making moves to do anything else. "you can go right in." jongho says, wiggling. "i'm nice and loose." mingi hesitates a bit more, but soon brings his hard cock to jongho's loose, wet pucker and presses in. jongho listens as mingi's breath stops; watches as mingi simply marvels at his body. pride swells in time with the pleasure, and he's sure to release a loud, long moan to encourage his hyung to keep going. mingi's so enraptured by jongho, setting an even, steady pace, that he doesn't even notice when jongho's purse begins to move on his nightstand. he doesn't hear the clattering as it falls to the floor, diva falling from it in the same go and thunking onto the floor. jongho's breath catches as he watches through the mirror, diva vibrating from where she lays on the ground. he considers telling mingi. but then again, mingi and diva are both his friends. and he really doesn't want diva to feel left out. maybe she'll see fit to help mingi fuck into him. he can certainly fit them both. diva lifts herself, inexplicably, into the air, bobbing as she hovers like a puppet on a string. jongho watches with bated breath as she floats up the height of the bed, around him and mingi, and stops. that's when he realizes what she's actually planning. it sends a thrill through him.diva hovers over mingi's ass, unnoticed by him. jongho watches, panting and sighing weak little laughs in anticipation. then, in one single, rough movement, diva thrusts into mingi, sheathing herself in his virgin ass all at once. mingi yelps, pulls out from jongho, and scrambles to the other edge of the bed. at the loss, jongho whines, and he's about to complain. but he turns, and gets distracted by the sight. mingi, legs open, is frantically trying to grasp the still, small dildo from where she's buried herself deep inside his hole. jongho watches, enrapture, as mingi scrambles, hands shaking, to grasp the dildo's elusive base. each time he seems to manage, his fingers slip, and the dildo seems to slip even further into him. "j-jjong, help!" mingi says between a chant of, "what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck"s. "help with what?" jongho asks sweetly as he raises onto his knees and wobbles over the bed toward mingi. mingi doesn't cease his trying, despite how futile it might be. his breaths are getting closer to sobs now. "g-get this thing out of me! pull it out!" jongho obliges, first lowering himself until his face is directly in line with mingi's tight hole. he watches, blinking in wonder as that hole twitches and spasms at the unfamiliar intrusion. he lays a hand on mingi's ass, gently and comfortingly rubbing there, and mingi stills. then, jongho brings his other hand to mingi's entrance, and with two fingers, successfully grasps diva's based. mingi looses a sigh of relief. "like this?" jongho asks, coaxing diva from mingi until all that's left of her inside him is her narrow tip. "y-yes. thank you." mingi sighs again. then, he shakes his head, and beginning to ask, "what wa--" mingi yelps again as jongho adjusts his hand, grips diva's base, and immediately fucks her back into him. "what-- fuck!" mingi says, scrambling and only managing to get to the center of the bed before he collapses, helpless as diva begins moving on her own, fucking into him relentlessly with her short, narrow body. "stop!" mingi begs. "stop!" "she likes you!" jongho giggles. agreeing, diva fattens inside mingi's ass, pulling a gasp from him. "s-she?" mingi manages. "yeah, diva!" jongho says. "the cock inside you, silly!" "t-the-- the--" poor mingi can't seem to find the right words. "don't worry," jongho says, laying a hand again on mingi's ass, "she's really sweet." as diva once again grows inside him, all mingi can manage is, "guh."it's a lot quicker for mingi than it was with jongho, and the latter has the pleasure of sitting back and watching as diva grows inside him in really time, mingi's asshole continuing to spasm in overwhelm. incrementally, mingi's ass grows just a little bigger, bit by bit, more slowly than diva grows inside him. jongho notices, though, and he takes the liberty of fondling mingi's soft, jiggling flesh as he continues to beg. and beg he does, switching from crying, and reasoning, and even swearing. he tries to find any way to get jongho to remove the toy from him. but jongho can't. for one, he enjoys the show just too much. for two, even if he wanted to he couldn't. it's all about what diva wants. and diva wants mingi.diva's so sweet, she shows them both a new trick. once she's big enough that mingi's tummy punches out with how full he is, diva begins growing in the other direction. it starts with a little cone poking out from her base, which lengthens and thickens until she's created mirror side of herself. she's a double-sided dildo now, perversely sticking out from mingi's stuffed, weeping hole: 12 inches one way, over 26 in total, and deliciously thick to match. jongho gasps, claps, and squeals, and draws mingi's tormented, fucked-out attention. "w-what?" mingi manages miserably, ragdolled onto the bed, his ass still high in the air. diva stops entirely. "how sweet." jongho coos, and he flips and raises to play diva's thick, blunt tip over his gaping hole. his hole, well-trained and so excited for what's to come, spurts a helping of slick onto diva's length and mingi's backside both. "p-please." mingi begs. "just get it out of me!" "why?" jongho asks, lowering himself easily onto diva's other side until he's practically sitting on mingi's slowly growing ass. diva twitches inside him, and must do so in mingi too because he makes a small, breathy sound. "minnie, this is so nice. thanks for helping me fill my hungry ass." mingi makes a low, mournful sound. soon, jongho's taken position on all fours on one side of the bed, mingi on the other. they have to do little work --mingi wouldn't anyway-- and all they do is hold still as diva roughly passes herself between their stuffed holes: jongho's fully trained, wet, and leaking, and mingi's on its way there. at a certain point, mingi's words quiet to generally displeased sounds, then to little breaths. he still from time to time says something, but it's more confused than defiant now. "jjong." mingi whimpers. "w-what's happening?" "you're getting --hrng-- fucked, silly!" "somethings w-wro-- OH!" one well-placed thrust from diva, hitting mingi's prostate spot-on, and he's jelly, gasping desperately for air. "yes!" jongho cries, and he begins backing into mingi, him and diva both effectively fucking him in tandem. mingi cries, and whines, but "stop" is a word lost to him now, and he takes it all like a good boy: like the perfect slut. when mingi comes, his cock is trained into permanent, horny, leaking flacidity. it's as thick and long as ever, but will never get hard again. mingi's not sure when he starts enjoying it, but it all seems to make complete sense. for some reason. he feels... so fucking stupid. he giggles about that.his hole, wet and leaking not just from the lube diva has shot into him, but from the slick his hole has been trained to produce, softens and gives to diva's relentless plundering. all the pain is gone; pleasure in its place. his hole feels made for diva. and in fact, it is. it's been remade entirely to her specificities. soon, mingi's fucking himself back onto her, moving in rhythm with jongho. when diva stills, they don't notice it. all of mingi's focus is on his body: the intense and hypersensitive pleasure of his newly trained fuckhole; how his leaking, limp cock chaffs against the sheets below him; his ass. oh, his ass. it's been getting bigger, hasn't it? how hadn't he noticed? now, it's clapping against jongho's own plush behind, the sound of wet, jiggling smacking filling the room along with their myriad moans. "jonggie." mingi manages, breathless, barely a pleased whisper. "something's happening to me." "h-heh-- yeah?" jongho says, slamming backwards onto mingi's fattened ass, pulling a long, loud moan from him. "oohhh-- yes! yes.""yeah." jongho breathes his agreement, and slams back on diva at the exact same time that mingi does. he doesn't pull away, and instead reaches back to grab mingi's ass, their plush flesh pressed together, both of diva's lengths swallowed by their hungry holes entirely. "it feel good?" "mm." mingi moans, throws his head back, and takes two handfuls of jongho's own plush ass. "yes." that's when diva's had her fun, and she begins shrinking inside them. the both of them groan, mingi in confusion, and jongho with a knowing sadness. still, the both of them try to bear down and grip at the disappearing length with their wrecked, gaping holes. soon, she's gone from jongho's hole entirely, and within mingi has shrunk back down to her comparatively insignificant original size. the only thing that keeps her inside him is the fact that his ass is pressed against his fellow bimbo's. the moment he moves, she'll fall from him and onto the sheets below. "huh?" mingi says, lifting his head in confusion. "i know." jongho sighs sadly. "she only fucks you long enough to train you." "but," sadness creeps into mingi's voice, "why?" "i don't know." jongho says, and he finally pulls from mingi to turn around and catch diva as she falls from mingi's gape. he sets her to the side, lowers himself onto his tummy, then peels mingi's fat ass cheeks apart to get a good look at how she's changed him. it takes some effort. mingi's ass is huge, even in comparison to jongho's own. there's a joke to be made about balancing a tea set on it, but he doesn't. instead his watches as bountiful, clear fluid slides from mingi's open, swollen hole. even in diva's absence, it pulses, trying to grab onto nothing at all desperately. shyly, mingi buries his face in his hands. "at least we have each other, though." jongho says. "and you've got a nice, big dick." "mm." mingi hums through his hands, dropping them. he moans weakly as jongho begins administering little kitten licks to his hole. "it's all limp, though." "that's alright." jongho says between licks. "we'll just figure something out...." he pauses to think. "we can get some other toys too." "yes." mingi hums again pleasantly, and squirts a little spurt of slick onto jongho's waiting tongue. then, he looks to where diva lays at the center of the bed. "you don't think she'll be jealous?" "only one way to find out." jongho says.