Web cam abuse

by Tereshky

Two enterprising college jocks think they can pay their way through school by showing off their ripped bods as part of a web cam business. When a company comes along offering them a ton of money for an hour’s work, they learn that when an opportunity sounds too good to be true, you should always read the fine print. Stretch Studios isn’t kidding when they say they’re not responsible for any “alterations” to their employees.

Added: 5 Sep 2020 4,260 words 4,320 views 4.8 stars (4 votes)

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The mattress springs were singing out their usual Thursday night chorus in Howie’s apartment. That was the evening he and his friend Chase could always find time to get together and they rarely missed a chance to jump on each other. Chase gripped the bed posts as Howie pounded away at his perfectly round ass. The two college students were models, they had met each other at a photo shoot. That’s how these two ripped guys were paying their way through school, at least that’s how they had intended to pay the bills. College expenses were growing much more than modeling brought in and it was becoming a real problem trying to stay out of debt. They had come up with a new way to make money, but for right now, neither of them were thinking about that as Howie’s cock pounded away into his friend’s tight hole.

“UHUHUH..MMMmm,” Chase moaned, while Howie continued pounding his rock hard cock into the bottom boys prostate. Chase gripped the sheets with his hands as his toes curled. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” He bit his lower lip and thrust his ass backwards in rhythm with his buddies thrusts. It was hard to tell which boy was enjoying the sex more. Howie had a hand on Chase’s slender waist and pounded him back and forth, almost like a life sized flesh jack.

Howie’s eyes rolled back into his head as he reached his climax, unable to hold it in any longer. “Fuck, I’m going to cum…” he groaned. He gave Chase one last hard thrust and grabbed him as hard as he could as he loaded his friend up with his cum. Chase followed suit, blasting his own ripped pecs with jizz. They took a moment to breathe and let their heart beats slow down before Howie collapsed on top his naked friend. “Fuck that was hot…”

Chase smiled in orgasmic bliss. He could feel his sexy friend’s hot spunk coating his insides. “Hehe,” he giggled, showing a crooked smile. “Every time!” Chase said, before kissing Howie on the cheek. “Now, slide off me so I can get cleaned up. We need to do that cam show or else we won’t have money for classes next semester. Do you still have that website address?”

The two of them had devised a scheme to make money doing cam shows online. So far they had only made $1000 altogether and they each needed $5000 to keep from having to take out loans. But Howie had different plans. “Actually, I was thinking we could do something a little different.” Howie reached into his backpack and pulled out an ad he’d printed out from the net. “This company called Stretch Studios lets guys do cam shows in their studio and they can make five times as much as we make doing it here.” He smiled. “Think about it, we could really make this work!”

“Oh really??” Chase said, while perking up. He pushed himself up on his elbows, causing Howie to awkwardly slide against his chiseled torso due to the amount of jizz that was coating them both. “Like, what would we have to do then, big guy? I think we’ve already done everything but fuck on cam.”

“I mean, I can’t say that they wouldn’t ask us to fuck each other, but hey, this pays even more than the modeling. Nobody has to know. Camming isn’t like porn. Only paid subscribers get to see it. And based on what they’d be paying us, I’ll bet the fees are pretty high. I’ll bet you no one even finds out we’re doing it.”

Chase rolled his green eyes from side to side as he pretended to toss the idea around. Of course he was going to comply with his sexy partner, he just liked being extra like that. “Maaaybe… But I should get to top you if it comes to that,” he joked, knowing damn well that Howie would never let anyone top him. “I mean, just in case my parents end up seeing it. I think they would take it better than seeing their son biting the sheets and taking a cock… even one as big as yours.” He grinned, scrunching up his face.

“Top me huh? Someone’s feeling fiesty,” Howie said, pushing Chase on his back again. “If your parents are subscribed to this channel then I think they get what they get.” He grinned. “I highly doubt they’ll be clients.” He was getting horny again. “So do you agree?”

“Hey, it’s the internet.. you never know who will see it,” Chase smirked. “But yeah, I’ll do it.” He could feel Howie’s cock getting hard again—it was plumping up while pinned between his cheeks. That in turn was also making Chase start to get hard again.

“Well… since we’ve no further business to discuss…” Howie licked his friend’s back and the mattress began to sing once more.

In the next days the two of them sent in an inquiry to the company about whether they’d like to book a partnered performance and sent in their pictures. They got a reply within an hour and it blew them away. $3000 for each of them. That would put them more than half way toward their goal. The two made an appointment at studio for 10 a.m. on Saturday. It was for an hour session.

Stretch Studios was about a 20-mile drive from campus. The morning they were scheduled to perform was cloudy as they walked up to the building. It was very large, almost like a hospital or something. They could hear the humming of strange equipment. “Wow, this is more industrial than any camming studio I ever imagined.” In truth, Howie hadn’t imagined one at all.

Chase looked around the spacious lobby. He could hear their footsteps echoing as the walked towards the front desk to check in. “You sure we aren’t about to have our organs harvested?” He looked over at Howie nervously. It was clearly a joke, but at the same time… The ceilings had to be over twenty feet tall. He wondered how big the room they would be camming in would end up being, if this was just the lobby.

“I guess the camming business is more profitable than I thought,” Howie said going up to the receptionist.

Without their introducing themselves the young man looked up and smiled. “Hey boys, let’s see… Howie and… Chase right?” The two nodded. “My name’s Tim. We have a policy that if we can’t recognize you by the pics you send then you can’t do the job… unless of course you’re hotter than your pics then we make an exception.” He winked and pulled out two stacks of papers. “These are the liability waivers and the contracts. The amount each of you’ll be paid for one session is highlighted here.” They grinned—it was in fact $3000. Signing something made it seem more official.

The two were shown into their room which was surrounded by two way mirrors but inside was a bed, some chairs, workout equipment, and sex toys. “Whatever you decide to do, you should have enough toys to do whatever you want.” He added, “Don’t worry about where you are in the room. Unless you’re under the bed there are cameras that will see you and focus in on what the operators think is important. The screens you see on the wall will give you feedback from your viewers.”

“So we can do whatever we want?” Howie asked.

“Well… yes of course you can, it’s what your contract said,” Tim said, knowing full well that neither of them had read it. No one ever did. “But… since you guys didn’t get those good looks by reading, let me break it down. It’s $3000 base pay for an hour plus $1 for every upvote you get, kind of like a dancer, you make money from tips. Only, unlike social media, our clients have to buy the likes, and they can buy as many as they want. Our clients are a little spoiled, they type what they want to see and it appears on the screen if enough of them want the same thing. They usually don’t upvote unless they see what they like.”

“Well…” Howie said, “Hopefully they don’t want us to blow our load too early.”

“Well, that can happen… and if too many of them get bored and log off, you don’t get paid for the entire hour.” Tim saw the look of despair on their faces. “Not to worry, boys, as per your contract, we’ve got a special trick to keep you going strong the entire time. It’s up to you if you want to use it or not. Though it will pretty much hand over control of the show to the clients.”

“I’m in…” said Chase. He didn’t want to blow this opportunity. He really needed that money. Howie nodded as well and Tim pulled out two little boxes that looked like they might contain jewelry.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m already married.” Tim laughed, heading off a tedious joke he’d heard a million times. He handed them the boxes and in each one there was a small device the size of a small wine cork. They didn’t have to ask what they were supposed to do with it, but Tim figuring they were dumb as logs demonstrated it anyway with hand movements. “Have fun boys!” He waved walking out, closing a door that basically faded away to look just like the rest of the wall.

“Huh.. No door knob on the inside. I guess we are here until the end of the session.” Chase smiled, looking over to Howie. “Should we get undressed or make them pay to get us that way? I’m not sure what their usual clientele are used to, maybe we should have checked out some feeds before we came today.” Chase looked around the room, it seemed like this company had thought of almost every possible thing a cammer would need to really give a good performance.

“Well… I tried to look it up but the pay wall’s insane. It’s $10,000 a month or $2,000 for a session. I didn’t feel like investing that much in our research. We’ll just do it like we do in the dorm.” Howie said, taking off his shirt. Suddenly there was a voice over the speakers. “Feed will be cut on in 5 minutes, please leave all of your clothes on until the clients pay to have them disposed of. Please insert the devices now.”

“That’s an odd way to put it…” Howie muttered, pulling the t-shirt back on. “I guess we can make out and tease it.” They each dropped their pants and helped each other shove the devices up each other’s holes. “I think I’ve heard of these things, they vibrate when someone donates. I hope we don’t have to fuck though,” he said feeling his awkwardly in his ass. “Seems like they would get in the…gnnnn.” Suddenly they both bent over double as the little machines began to vibrate and inch their way up inside of them somehow. The sensations were so powerful it brought them to their knees.

“Fuck this thing went up past my prostate!” Chase shouted.

Suddenly the screens turned on with a reminder to pull up their pants. A humming sound was activated somewhere in the building like a large machine had just been switched on. The countdown started as they made their way to the bed. 5… 4… 3.. 2… 1… The two starting to stroke one another beneath their shirts and slid their hands in and out of their pants. “You’re so fucking hot,” Howie moaned. He knew the cam subscribers liked to hear sexy talk. Suddenly bells started to go off and they saw words flash on the screen. “KISS!”

The devices in their asses began to vibrate and they felt an electric tingle going through their body. If they hadn’t been compelled to make out before, they really wanted to now.

“Can’t go wrong there!” Chase grabbed Howie by the shirt collar. “Pucker up, dude!” Chase said, then pressing his lips onto the jock. Instantly he could feel Howie’s tongue sliding past his own lips, which he was happy to reciprocate in return. The two hot boys started to get turned on as they continued playing tonsil hockey with each other. Chase’s underwear was getting snug as his dick got hard. It was much harder to not start ripping the clothes off Howie than he anticipated, he kept reminding himself that he was on a job.

Then bells started going off again and a new word flashed on the screen. “PECS.”

“Pecs?” Chase wondered, what did that mean. He didn’t have long to wait to find out. Their anal instruments vibrated again and their pecs began to feel the electric surge and suddenly their chests began to feel tighter, like the skin was stretching. Their pecs felt heavier. For some reason it took all of their will power to pull away from each other to check themselves out.

“Holy shit, what’s going on?” Chase shouted.

“Fuck if I know!” Howie said grabbing his swollen pecs, which pushed out his t-shirt more than he was used to.

Then suddenly bells started going off in the room again and the screen flashed. “KISS! KISS! KISS!” With a quick series of vibrations from inside they felt their willpower to do anything but climb on top of each other and make out go away.

The screen flashed “PECS ARMS SHOULDERS” and their cut torsos began to swell with greater and greater definition. Their asses zinged with vibrations from the devices. Their meaty pecs continued to inflate, pressing against their skin tight t-shirts as the names of upper body muscles were popping up all over the screens. As much as they wanted to know what was happening, the occasional “KISS” command compelled them to keep fencing with their tongues.

Their t-shirts strained at the collar from bulging traps, delts, and pecs all pushing in opposite directions. Their sleeves were being strained to the extreme from their bulging biceps. It was just a matter of time until…. “RIIIIP”

Their shirts fell apart from their gigantic upper bodies revealing bright red skin, a mixture of embarrassment and sexual flush. Yet they could not stop. As every single muscle in the torso was visibly undulating with their movements in a hypnotizing way.

The bells rang on as the words on the screen were flashing “ASS ASS THIGH CALVES FEET ASS”

The electrical sensations spread to their lower bodies as their cute bubble butts began to swell along with the rest of their lower halves. Their legs were quickly catching up to their chest and arms. Their asses were ripping the seams of their jeans, their feet were stretching their socks.

Then suddenly the screen went wild with “COCK COCK COCK BALLS COCK COCK BALLS” and their junk started to swell and ache within the tight confinement of their briefs. Every time they pulled away from each other to re-adjust or see what was happening to them, the screen would flash “KISS” and they were compelled to press their muscular pecs together and lock lips.

Howie felt his cock fighting to push out of the waistline of his pants but his swelling ass had made the gap impassible. Just when they felt like their balls were going to be crushed, their jeans gave way. Revealing absurdly stretched briefs. Their cocks quickly pushed up from the elastic. Soon it was apparent that the ball people had outbid the cock growth fans and the screen was just flashing “BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS”.

Chase felt his sack stretch as his meaty tennis balls popped out from either leg hole in his briefs. Howie’s had both popped out of the left side. Cum gushed from their emergent, veiny cocks as they rubbed into each other. With their balls swelling to the size of melons, drying up was not going to be a problem.

A rich client from Texas had had enough. He paid four thousand dollars to control the board for thirty seconds. He was tired of those clingy briefs. The screen in the studio just read, “ASS QUADS ASS QUADS ASS QUADS KISS KISS”

Glued together in a passionate embrace, they felt their bulbous glutes and quads vibrate so large that one by one the elastic on their desperate briefs snapped. Howie managed to find the mental strength to reach down and pull away the shattered remnants of his undies. Chase grinded his groin into his massive friend until the last shreds of his briefs sluffed off like a cum soaked rag.

They were gigantic, 350 pounds of muscle sandwiching two 14’’ cocks creaming up two perfectly sculpted chests. Suddenly the word, “NIPPLE” appeared. Followed by “NIPPLE PLAY”. Howie blew a jet of cum from the sensation of his nipples doubling, then tripling in size. He felt his hands reaching up to explore Chase’s, which were growing as well.

Returning the favor, his partner’s hand touched his own, and the sensation was so intense, he shot so hard it splashed their chins. Their nipples were more sensitive than they’d ever been and with tongues down each other’s throat they both groaned in bliss.

“HOWIE SUCK CHASE’S NIPPLE” Clearly someone with a new fetish had taken the reigns. As Howie lowered his face to those meaty pecs and licked and worshiped Chase’s right nipple. Chase moaned in bliss as he continued to tweak his friend.


Twenty miles away, back on campus, a group of rich frat boys at Alpha Sigma Sigma were bored and wondering how to kill some time. “You know what would be fun, bro, there’s this crazy website where you can pay to do weird shit to some cam boys. Like anything you want to them. Wouldn’t it be dank to get on there and totally screw with the fags? No homo.”

“I dunno bro, sounds pretty gay…”

“Come on brah, it’ll be fun.” After some token resistance so that they could all talk about how straight they were, they all agreed and logged in. To their shock they found that they recognized the cam stars. Not from the camera feed, their bodies were too changed for that, but from the pictures on the side that showed what they originally looked like.

“What the fuck, dude, it’s Howie and Chase… weren’t those the guys who came and got those ho’s who we were trying to get wasted the other day?”

“Yeah… dude…”, said Trey. He had an unlimited credit card to use on ‘books’ and ‘meals’ that got autopaid by their parents. “Let’s have some fun, my bros.”


Back in the studio Chase was sucking Howie’s cock while tweaking his nipples, making the massive cam star go nuts. “Fuck Chase, what’s… gnnnnn… fuck…. happening… to us…” He was covering Chase’s face with spunk, as his massive cock gushed like a hose. Their spines had stretched as they had grown six inches taller since the beginning of the session.

Suddenly the screen flashed with a new command. “EAT ASS” Howie felt the vibration compelling him to shove is face in between Chase’s giant ass cheeks. Chase groaned as he felt the tongue on his ass. When the bells started to ring, “ASS ASS ASS”. Howie could feel those monster glutes swelling around his face, unable to pull away as the giant ass grew out of proportion. Chase could hardly control himself as he reflexively squeezed his friend’s head. Someone was using the option to control them separately.

“69 69 69 69 69 69” The screen flashed again and again.

They mounted each other with their faces at pec level, since that’s where both of their massive cock heads were, unable to stop each other from blasting each other in the face with massive amounts of jizz. The volume of cum was so much that they could barely get their lips around each other’s slits as they tried to drink the flood of jizz.

“CHASE FUCK HOWIE”

Their asses vibrated with the new command. Howie couldn’t help himself as he thrust his ass in the air as Chase’s giant cock head pressed against that hole that had never taken a cock before. “God… please be gentle…” Howie muttered as the thick monster pushed its way inside of him.

Ugnnnnnn…” Howie groaned as his ass was stretched beyond anything he’d ever imagined.

“HARDER HARDER HARDER” The screen flashed.

Chase couldn’t help himself as he railed Howie against the bed. “FUCK FUCK FUCK” he grunted, spraying his friend’s insides with his jizz. Howie bit the pillow, unable to do anything but take it.

“BELLY” Chase saw the command flash on the screen, wondering what it could mean. Howie’s gut distended a little as Chase went to down on his ass like he was churning butter.

“BELLY BELLY BELLY”

Those perfect abs faded as Howie’s gut began to swell out of control. “Fuck… gnnnn… what’s… fuck… happening…” He wrapped his muscular arms around that inflating belly balloon as the screen just kept flashing “BELLY” Soon his gut was so enormous that it was lifting him up off the bed and he couldn’t even wrap his arms around it.

“PEC MILK PEC MILK PEC MILK”

Howie felt his nipples growing even more as his pecs swelled until they were full and squishy. Chase bent over and squeezed them, causing thick milk to ooze out of them. “Fuck! Make it stop!”


“BRENT!” A voice shouted down the hall from the study, causing Brent Masterson to quickly pull up the latest Wall Street Journal article on his screen. His wife burst in.

“I just got an odd alert from Trey’s credit card. It’s showing over $20,000 for something called Stretch Studios! You think it’s fraud?”

“Oh definitely,” he replied. “Doesn’t sound like something our son would do. Shut the account down and call them so we can get our money back. The number’s on the back.”

His wife went to leave and then paused. “What are you doing all shut up in here?”

“Oh… just taking a break from doing our taxes… so dull… can you handle the credit card for me?”

“Sure sweety, you’re so smart with numbers.” She said walking out of the room.

After the door shut behind him, Brent said to himself. “So that’s who’s been messing up my show… game over son.” He said as he switched back to the cam. “When you get your own money you can play with the big boys. Now let’s fix my studs.” He paused for a moment and thought “Not everything you did was bad.”


The screen flashed “CUT ABS SLIM ABS RIPPED ABS ABS ABS ABS” as Howie felt his gut shrinking back to a trim fit waist.

Bells were ringing frantically. “GROW GROW GROW”

Howie felt his entire body stretching as Chase continued to mount him and Milk his pecs. He was swelling, bigger and bigger. Seven feet, eight feet, nine feet. He could feel Chase’s nipples rubbing against his stretching skin as he seemed like a child in comparison and still Chase hung on and fucked away. Howie outgrew the bed, crushing it under his muscular two thousand pound body as Chase had to wrap his arms around under his shoulders to continue squeezing his pecs.

He topped out at twelve feet, as tall as a one story house when the screens went dark, the strange humming sound dissipated, and the vibrations in the ass came to a screeching halt. The hour was over. Chase was gasping on Howie’s back, his face nestled between mounds of muscle. “Fuck Howie… how do we get back to the way we were?”

“I… I guess they use the thingies inside us to turn us back.”

Suddenly the door opened and Tim walked in the room clapping. “Bravo boys, you did so well!”

“So… uh… can we go back to the way we were now?” Howie said.

“Of course my dears, you just have to outbid the people who changed you.” He pulled up a tablet. “As per your contract, use of the body modification unit is solely doled out to paying customers. Howie, you can go back for $56,000, and Chase, you can revert for $42,000.”

“But we don’t have that kind of cash!” Tthey shouted.

Tim smiled. “Well… I know how you could earn it.”

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