Sweet Seduction

[6 word request: Cocky jock blows up into blueberry]

Dennis gave himself a quick once over before leaving the bathroom. “Damn,” he said to his own reflection, “this body is the perfect fucking bait.” He ran a hand over his ripped abdomen and made his cut pecs bounce. He blew his reflection a kiss before leaving the bathroom. After tonight, Professor Mason would be eating out of his hands.

Dennis paused at the liquor cabinet, scanning through Professor Mason’s bottles. Brandy, scotch… Where’s the flavored vodka? he wondered, shrugging and grabbing a bottle of bourbon before returning to the living room, where the Professor was sitting and swirling liquor around a snifter. “Fucking pathetic,” he mumbled to himself as he saw the old, chubby man seemingly lost in thought. Did he really a think a stud of Dennis’ caliber would really want to come over for drinks with a paunchy old fruit?

“Ah, Woodford Reserve,” Professor Mason said, admiring the bottle. “You have good taste in bourbon.”

Dennis shrugged, casually rubbing his hand over the bulge in his jeans, and winked at Professor Mason. “To be honest, Professor…”

“Oh, please, call my Charles.”

Dennis licked his lips. “Charles… I actually don’t know a lot about liquor. Maybe you could… teach me?” Dennis walked toward the professor, who basked in the warmth from the fireplace.

Professor Mason chuckled. “You’re, what… 21?” he asked. Dennis nodded, sitting on the armrest of the Professor’s chair. The older man seemed taken aback at the sudden closeness, but continued. “Well… at your age, I’m sure your favorite drink is whatever is on special at the bar.”

Dennis laughed. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. So, Professor Mason… what’s on special tonight?” He rested a hand on the Professor’s shoulder and squeezed.

The Professor leaned away from the contact and coughed, smoothing down his shirt and setting his snifter aside. He clumsily stood and paced around the room a bit.

This fucker is sweating me hard, Dennis thought. And after he sucks my dick, he’s gonna be giving me As, money… whatever I want! I’ll own this piggy fuck!

Charles hurried out of the room suddenly. Dennis saw his moment. He scanned the room, found an adequate spot on the bookcase, and set up his phone, setting it to record. “Just gotta fuck around with him near the chair,” he said, taking note of the camera’s angle.

When Charles returned, Dennis was seated in the chair, one hand down his pants, the other swirling Charles’ snifter. Charles coughed and scratched his beard as he approached. “I think… you’ll find that THIS may suit your tastes better,” he said, handing Dennis a small blue bottle. Dennis was shocked when the Professor snatched the snifter from him, so he took grabbed the bottle and twisted off the top. He downed its contents in two gulps.

“WHat is this…” Dennis choked on its sweetness. “Like… pure blueberry liqueur or something?”

Professor Mason smiled. He gently took the empty bottle from Dennis’ hand. “So, now that you’ve got all that in your belly… let’s talk about exactly why you came over here.”

Dennis licked his lips and bounced his eyebrows. “I guess… I know something I want when I see it. And I’ve known I want you for a long time.” He swallowed back some extra spit. For some reason that saccharine liquor was making him salivate wildly, and he couldn’t escape that potent blueberry flavor.

Charles smiled back, finishing his drink and standing between Dennis and the fire. “Oh, please. Give me a break. You--a notorious slut on campus--suddenly want to, what… seduce me? For what purpose?” He smoothed out his tie and wiped his glasses anxiously.

“Because a man like you has special…” Dennis burped. That damned blueberry liquor poured forth in a vapor. “...special, uh… knowledge. I know you can teach me things.”

“You’ve been in my class for a whole quarter and you haven’t learned a thing,” Charles said. “Why start now?”

“I think what you’re overlooking…” Dennis said, rising to his feet, “is exactly what I’m offering here…” He peeled off his t-shirt to reveal his smooth, bulging torso. Then he undid his belt, biting the air between the two of them as he let his pants fall to the floor. He stood there in front of the fire, a 21 year old muscle stud, hyper-aware of his flawless body and the effect it had on lesser men. He bucked his hips, making his cock-stuffed boxers jiggle.

But Professor Mason’s eyes remained locked on Dennis’, refusing to even glance at the man’s seductive moves.

“It looks like you may be coming down with something,” Charles said with a maniacal grin. He gestured toward the mirror above the fireplace.

Dennis took a look, leaning in and squinting at what he saw. His face looked… bluish, or purple. He reached up and touched his face; it didn't’ feel any different. The blue color appeared on his hand, spreading up his arm. “What… what the…”

His stomach loudly gurgled. Dennis’ hands went to his stomach just as it blossomed outward, suddenly stretching into a sizable gut. “What… how did…” It gurgled again. Dennis gasped as his hands swelled up next. He wiggled his thick purple sausage fingers in horror.

“Don’t think I hadn’t heard of your reputation, Dennis,” Charles said. The young color-changing stud looked around in a panic, eager to get out, but Charles grabbed him by the beefy shoulders and roughly shoved him down into the chair. “No, my friend, HAVE A SEAT.”

Dennis groaned as he felt his ass inflating behind him, suddenly filling the chair. He was stuck! He wriggled against the tight squeeze of the armrests and tried to get free. Another loud gurgling from his stomach and his legs started swelling, deepening in color from purple to navy blue.

CRRRRRRRRACK! The chair beneath Dennis suddenly gave way and the stud fell to the floor, his fall cushioned by his ballooning back side. Every time he moved he heard sloshing inside him--like he was filling with liquid! He did feel full, like he had to pee, or puke, or cum… pressure buildling up inside him. He was in need of release!

“I… I gotta get out of here…” Dennis said. He struggled to his feet, whimpering as he saw the sumo-sized body he’d developed. He shoved the Professor aside and headed for the front door just as another surge of pressure built in his gut, swelling him out about six inches on either side.

“Now now, don’t go getting stuck in my front door,” Charles said as the ballooning jock tried to squeeze his wide, bloated body out the narrow entrance. “If you want to escape, escape out the back! If you can get into the garage you can probably make a break for it no matter how big you swell.”

“How… how is this… possib--BLECH…” Dennis was shocked as sticky dark blue juice spewed from his mouth and down his chin.

“Run, run, before you get stuck in my living room!” Charles said, clapping his hands. Before Dennis could get out of the room, he felt the pressure around his groin finally release--and POP, his boxers shot right off. He opened his mouth to protest his cock being exposed, but more juice burst from his throat.

Dennis felt another swell and his body started scraping the sides of the hallway. He was pretty sure he could remember where the hallway was. He just had to get there before… he groaned as his body knocked over end-tables in his way as he barreled toward the door to the garage. He was waddling now, his thighs pressing each other apart as they filled up more and more. It was a tight squeeze getting through when he finally made it. He tried sucking in his gut but his body was so swollen with juice, there was no compressing himself any further. He swore he could hear the doorjamb crumbling as he pressed his way through.

In the garage he slapped a bloated hand against the automatic door. As he squeezed past Charles’ car, he bemoaned the slow mechanism. Charles was behind him, cackling, and his body was still expanding! When he saw space to escape, he literally rolled out the door, coming to a stop in Charles’ grassy backyard.

It took considerable effort to get the supine jock back on his feet. His body was more or less round all over now, but he could still wiggle his feet enough to keep moving. Charles easily kept pace with the struggling stud, who was moving more and more slowly, before he got in Dennis’ way. The swollen, cobalt-skinned jock tried to order the old man to get out of his way, but he let loose a volley of sticky juice instead.

Charles raised a foot and pressed it against Dennis’ chest. WIth ease, the stud was shoved backwards--but he rolled, like the overgrown sphere that he was now. He could still feel his hands and feet moving, and the cold night air on his cock, but his body was now perfectly round. He found his head upside down, near the ground, and he was no longer able to move.

“Welcome to my bog, Dennis,” Charles said squatting down to face the jock’s head. Juice was now leaking from Dennis’ eyes and nose as well. Charles rose up and swiped a finger along the trickle from Dennis’ nipple and sniffed it. “Mmm, your juice smells SWEET! You’re going to help me turn a lot of men into delicious little blueberries, just like you.”

Dennis heard a rustling behind him. He glanced up to see vines wriggling out of the Professor’s garden, slowly extending toward him. He could do no more than flap his hands and burp up juice as the vines crept along the ground around him, finally making their way up to the tight pucker of his asshole. Dennis’ eyes went wide as they suddenly burst into him.

“Ah, you’ve been chosen! A vine has selected you, and it will nourish you, and you’ll grow fatter and riper every day…”

But as the Professor spoke, he seemed to grow larger. Dennis panicked as he realized it wasn’t just the Professor growing--everything seemed to be. He was shrinking! His eyes darted around wildly as his giant, swollen blueberry body started shrinking down. When it was smaller than a basketball, the vines dragged it along. Dennis found himself pulled away from the house into the garden as he shrank, finally reaching the size of a fat plum. The vine lifted him up and he found himself dangling upside down. The Professor, now building-sized, loomed down at him.

“Look how juicy and sweet you are!” He said. Then the professor backed away. “Sleep tight, my boy. Enjoy your first night on the vine--the first of MANY!”

Dennis tried to protest--”Don’t leave me!” he tried to scream--but thick juice poured out of his face instead of his voice. A gentle wind rustled the vine he hung from and he panicked as his little blueberry body bobbed up and down. As he looked around, he noticed other tiny blueberry men hanging from the vines. Juice splattered from their mouths as they tried to greet their new member.

Dennis panicked as a fly landed on him, buzzing as it scraped its wings together. His barely wriggling fingers weren’t enough to shoo it away. He heard a massive roar and panicked as a cat loomed over him, swatting at the fly with his paw. The little blueberry man bobbed back and forth wildly. He thought he was going to be sick--but then again, maybe blueberries didn’t get sick. And that’s all he was now.

Then all was silent, and he just hung from a vine, feeling the massive pressure of bubbling juices building within him. He wished he had never come up with this plan, had never wished to extort Professor Mason, and he would wish that for the rest of his juicy little blueberry life.