Tiago was completely covered in monster cum as he moaned and orgasmed time and again, his balls aching as they became empty and exhausted, but his body still unable to control its impulses. The sticky liquid around him was so abundant that he thought that he was going to drown, but the penile creature slowly creeped its way towards him, and then its cock-shaped body ingested his right foot, and started swallowing him whole. Tiago trembled; his mind somewhere else entirely as those male juices seemed to have changed something in his body—he was now delighted at the idea of being consumed by this beautiful mega-cock in front of him. And indeed, that was what happened as his foot and then leg entered the creature’s body as its muscles massaged the handsome lad’s limbs.
Slowly, the rod-like creature sucked Tiago’s thick legs in, and then his hips slid inside the creature—his buns rubbed warmly against the creature’s urethra, making it tremble in delight. Tiago moaned as his sizeable cock poked against the inner side of the creature’s body, and the monster seemed pleased with it too as it squeezed and shook around Tiago, compressing him further, as if it grunted and moaned, producing a deep guttural and sexy noise. Tiago continued sliding into the creature and being swallowed by its powerful inner muscles, but he found time to orgasm another time, and to lift his hands to massage the creature’s red, needy and soft but powerful glans—even grabbing some sticks glued to it from when the creature rubbed itself against trees and throwing them away, as the lad feasted on the creature’s warmth. Tiago moaned, tried and managed to hug and lick and worship the majestic cockhead, even if temporarily as his body more or less quickly vanished inside the monster cock eating him, until only his arms and head were out, and then even they were slurped in as a waterfall of pre continued to ooze out of the creature’s hungry slit.
“Owhhh, fuuuck!” moaned Tiago as his head disappeared in the musky darkness inside the creature’s cock, surrounded now by the wet, warm and meaty male cave, pre overflowing around him and filling his mouth and then his lungs. What a warm and pleasant way to die—he didn’t want to die, but dying inside a cock, compressed by cock, drowning in pre, was perhaps the best way to go for him. He didn’t resist as his body was squeezed, but not hurt—his nerves and brain were too numb for pain. He then fell inside one of the creature’s balls, and his skin started tingling, and then he felt it getting smooth, soft, and then melt. Tiago felt his eyes and mouth and nose vanish, as his limbs became smoothed out. He felt like he was shrinking, shrinking away… and then his cock throbbed, the last sensation he had.
Tiago’s body changed completely, and his mind went from confusion to euphoria, overwhelmed by a perpetual orgasm as it did so. He didn’t die, as the balls around him contracted and expanded—he was changed and was reborn. His legs and arms and even his head became elongated and fat cocklets—each, now, only about 25 centimeters in length, give or take 5 centimeters depending on which specific former limb we are talking about. But his own rod throbbed and grew, it never decreased a single millimeter. It became 50, 75, 100 and then 150 centimeters long, fat like a log. It swirled and snaked and swam inside his father’s balls, transforming, shifting, becoming something new. Something else entirely, which it hadn’t been before, in full bliss and orgasmic pleasure the whole time.
Then, Tiago was abandoned, propelled outwards, ejected. Daddy was spitting, throwing, ejaculating him. He fell on his nest, swirling like a gigantic wet penile snake alongside his two smaller brothers, each of their cum-soaked sticky remade bodies swirling and contracting and locking around each other as the massive living cocks they were. They felt cozy and protected in their nest as they rubbed between each other, but they knew they’d have to go out soon, at night, to hunt. They knew they were missing one, their other brother.
They had to get him for daddy.
When the sun came out Tiago, Uriel and Iago found themselves waking up naked, covered in dry cum, their limbs intertwined and hugging one another, their cocks completely hard and throbbing of want. For a second it almost felt normal, but then they remembered their lives had changed forever and that they were now brothers. This form they held now—so similar to their old form—was only theirs during the day; their true form was now their night form; they were mamamozos.
“Come here, I know you are hungry. Transforming takes a lot of energy,” said a deep voice which the lads immediately recognized—daddy. Their father as mamamozos, their master. They heard his order and jumped over each other to go eat the food he had prepared for them—so abundant, so delicious. They noticed that they were in some clearing somewhere in the mountains, but that around them there was a nice chalet and ahead of them a big table filled with juicy human food. The man speaking to them was himself not a local—he told them he was also a traveler, but he came from Italy many years ago. He was 49 years old now, but his aging seemed to have slowed down since he became a mamamozos 15 years prior. He never went back to Italy, he lived in Perú now, in these very words, amongst others like them, and he hadn’t planned on transforming the lads they just… shouldn’t have been out in the valley having gay sex during the night. It was known. Gay sex attracts the mamamozos.
“Nobody warned us, daddy,” said Uriel, in such a natural way that it almost surprised him, except that it didn’t because it did feel so natural, “Well, someone kind of did, but not about gay sex, just about being out there, I guess,” he pondered. Daddy shrugged, and Tiago swallows some meat as his normal cock throbbed against his abs.
“Although I don’t quite understand how we… I mean, I was always… gay, but the other guys, I never expected them to like men,” said Tiago, as his two new brothers ate eggs, bread and fruits, along with some soup. They shrugged, as if being unable to even conceive or remember what it was like before, when they weren’t extremely attracted to men—although, in fact, Iago had always been bisexual. Meanwhile, their daddy glanced at the handsome studs and sighed.
“You guys swam in a river, didn’t you? The rivers here in this part of the valley are all contaminated with mamamozo pre. It would make any healthy man get horny and a little gay, although the impact is stronger on…,” he started, and Tiago bit his lips as he remembered his ever-lasting and unabating erection.
“…on lads that are already gay, daddy? Is that it?” he asked, and daddy nodded. Tiago grimaced, his sizeable cock bobbing up and down and slapping his abs. “Will I now be able to… put my erection to rest, Daddy? It seems to only have gotten worse since yesterday and… now even Uriel and Iago have their cocks red and throbbing too… but daddy’s cock is soft and limp…,” asked Tiago, and the daddy sighs, patting Iago in the head as the lad moaned and rubs his head against daddy’s arm—his smell was delicious, stringent and attractive for his sons.
“You guys came in four, and you four fucked in the woods; you are connected. I am connected to you too as I transformed you three, but the connection is stronger between you guys,” explained Daddy, as he laid his hand on Iago’s hard member and stroked it. “Guys like us can’t really orgasm in this form, as this here isn’t the true shape of our cocks. No matter how much you jack it off or use it to fuck someone, even if you ejaculate, you guys won’t get any relief anymore, unless you do it in your night form. I think, well, I have a hunch that you three won’t be able to really transform until you don’t get me that fourth friend of yours—your brother—and I transform him too,” he explained, and the lads glanced at each another, distracted by their hard cocks, overwhelmed by such news.
Ian was sleeping all bothered in his bed at an inn in the village further down in the valley. His cock was rock hard, 31 incredibly thick and red centimeters of throbbing man-meat—and yet no matter how much he beat it, he couldn’t get himself to orgasmic achievement. He woke up in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat and warm pre, as his cock shook in need atop his abs—and as his mind remembered his mates, which populated his dreams now. He sighed, went to the bathroom, and washed his face.
“Will I really never see you guys again?” he asked himself, extremely bummed out, as his cock throbbed and slapped the cold ceramic sink, oozing pre into the bowl; his muscular image in the mirror in front of him repeated the same movement. He looks down and sighs, now even seeing his throbbing erection reminded him of them—and how could it not? They had all jacked and fucked together in the mountain before; they had found something out that day—and Ian had finally been able to admit to himself that his rod throbbed a little fatter when thinking of lads. He sighed, grabbing his member with his hands. “I can’t believe we only did it together once, we wasted so much time…,” he thought gloomy. And then he heard some small stones being thrown against his window.
Confused and a bit annoyed, Ian went to investigate the cause of such sounds, and glared in shock as he saw his three fully naked friends standing outside, their backs and cocks all standing upright, their faces blank, their skin quite pale, under the night’s sky.
Ian was very shocked at what he saw, having thought that his friends were dead, consumed by the cock-bodied monster—but he was also very excited that he had been wrong. His cock throbbed, happy, and he opened the window, “Guys, guys, you are really alive!” he shouted, before running downstairs and out of the building to meet them, his cock bobbing up and down with every naked step he took. Once he was outside, Ian jumped and hugged Tiago and Iago before pulling Uriel together too, but their bodies were mostly irresponsive.
“Guys, come on, what happened? Tell me! I was so worried!” he said, but the guys didn’t talk, don’t move their mouths, or even blink. Ian started getting worried, when he felt his friends’ cocks trembling against his abs, his cock, and his legs. Clearly, they wanted to communicate; perhaps they simply couldn’t. It was like moving their mouths and eyes had become impossible to them, and at most they could shake their heads slightly, like a cock. With difficulty, his friends wobbled their bodies, moving their legs up and down, walking away from the inn. Tiago managed to even move his arm a little and rest a hand on Ian’s cock, squeezing it, and pulling him behind them as the lads walked away from the village and into the forest.
Ian was freaked out by his friends’ behavior but he trusted them and decided to follow their lead—if they had come back for him then they needed something from him, and he wasn’t about to let them down. They all stopped wobbling and moving as soon as they got to a clearing a few hundred meters away from the inn. Ian’s eyes were adjusted to the darkness now, but he could see no reason why they would stop there.
“Guys… what is happening?” asked the hunk, as warm liquids dribble down on him. He gasps and his hand touches the liquid that now travels down his skin. “Is it raining… wait, no? This smell…!” said Ian with growing levels of fear, as he tries to move now, but his friends grab his arms, his torso, containing his movements with their own large masculine frames; then, as he looks up, he notices a gigantic beastly fat oozing cock-shaped monster swirled around the trees and supporting its gigantic and long body on sturdy branches. The elongated body moved down now, towards Ian’s body, and the lad tried to resist, to kick his friends away, to punch them down, but even in their current zombie-like state they can resist his urgency, even because Ian doesn’t really want to hurt them.
“Guy, why… why are you doing this to me, are you still even there?!” Ian asked tearing up, his cock throbbing against Uriel’s as his friends hold him in place. He feels pain and betrayal, as the gigantic slit-like mouth approaches his head from above more and more, drooling hot pre on his body, lubing him up perfectly for a quick swallow. It indeed didn’t take long for the rod-like form to engulf Ian and restrain the lad’s muscular arm with its tubular hole, and then to swallow his hips and legs, engulfing him whole as the penile muscles work to move him towards his destiny. Ian moaned, cried, and then panted and grunted as his head was filled with pre, as his cock rubbed against the insides of the monster’s cock-like frame—the jock even starts humping the gigantic soft throat, unable to orgasm as he was ingested like the man meat he was, his feet disappearing inside the thick anaconda-like cock.
“Why… why did you guys do it to me?” he asked himself right when his mind turned from logic and reason to pleasure, not knowing that outside his friends were now falling on the floor and contorting themselves in bliss, as their limbs lost their usual shape and became smaller, but rounder and more sensitive, except for one.
As Ian fell inside the monster’s gigantic balls, his friends’ bodies started trembling and changing; as his own frame started dissolving into a multitude of cocks, his friends grew in the most important organ, while their irrelevant limbs changed form. Ian mutated, his arms and legs became smooth and shrank, as he cried in silent orgasm, as his throat became a urethra. Only one part of his body grew, his cock, and it being night he felt his consciousness moving there, expanding like his engorging growing member, which throbbed and fattened, growing from 31 to 62 and then 93 and 124, 155 and finally 186 centimeters of fat swirly wet penile length. As Ian became a monster himself inside of daddy’s balls, his friends became his brothers, transforming outside, becoming their true nightly shape.
Soon, throbbing and oozing daddy shook—it trembled, and then ejected Ian’s transformed up body, a snake slithering out of a bigger snake’s hole, so fat and so proud, and so wet of oozing pre. Ian’s new body fell to the ground between his smaller but older transformed brothers. Smelling each other with their glands, the lads couldn’t help but swirl together feeling complete as their warm bodies were covered in spewing daddy pre. Now, their minds were still consumed by incredible want and desire, but one could spot their different personalities in how Ian’s cock-body trembled particularly hard or how Uriel’s body swirled rubbing against all his brothers in a particularly excited fashion.
Then, all the lads and daddy rose to attention, their glands smelling something deliciously sweet in the cold air of the Andean nights—gay sex, somewhere in the village. Daddy trembled; his mind being the most developed of all of them, he knew they shouldn’t enter the village, not if they wanted to avoid a huge, big mess—but this smell was so sweet, and their desires were so large. Especially those of the oozing, swirling sons of his. The lads needed this, daddy noticed, as mischievous Iago slithered away from their swirly wet mess of penile bodies towards the townlet. Daddy acquiesced and lowered his gigantic body on the ground, and started slithering towards the village too, his sons coming excitedly behind him.
It was fag hunting season for the mamamozos, and not a single gay lad in the Peruvian highlands would survive these nights without at least glancing at the shadows in the corner of their rooms, as they fucked, and wonder if those mysterious shapes were of these swirly, sexy beasts wanting to engulf and transform them too.
Newlyweds Derek and Simon suspect their new house might be haunted, and after sharing a few bottles of wine one night testing that theory starts to sound like a good idea.