Happy Halloween!

Sorry for the long absence. Basically everything that could have gone wrong with the new condo did and I just haven't had time to write anything until now. But tonight I present two short stories for the spooky season. Hope you enjoy :)

Date With A Fat Vampire

He was just as attractive as his profile photos, and just as charming as our text conversations had been the few days prior. Tall, lithe, with a dark complexion and a widow’s peak. And fangs. Not like a dog or anything, but they were noticeable. It gave him an almost predatory look when he smiled, which he did a lot.

That was fine. I liked the attention--I don’t really get a lot of it, what with being north of 350 pounds (probably pushing 400, judging by how tight my belt had gotten). But he didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary--he seemed very interested. And when he actually showed up to our date at a fancy Italian restaurant, I knew he was the real deal. I’d been stood up so many times that I’d almost resigned myself to another night dining alone.

He didn’t mind carrying the conversation as I devoured those Italian-sized portions. He barely even pecked at his alfredo--mostly sipping that blood-red wine that he ordered. I trusted his palette as he seemed like a more refined kinda guy. I was okay with that. I’m hardly a schlub, but even my oversized business casual attire couldn’t come near to stacking up to his slick suit and tie combo. He was suave, too, almost… enchanting. I had to admit, I was already smitten after the hors d'oeuvres.

I even surprised myself after inviting him back to my place after finally finishing my chicken parm. I normally never went to bed with someone after a first date. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was those dark eyes. Eyes you could get lost in forever.

I wanted him. I wanted him to have his way with me. I could almost hear his thoughts, how much he wanted me too, wanted to devour me like I’d devoured that full-course meal. God I was so full I’d let out my belt, but again, he didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t mind.

On the cab drive back to my place he whispered in my ear and ran a long-nailed finger down my chin (or more accurately, my double chin). Another ran up my inner thigh, sharp enough I could feel it through the denim. He said he wanted to tear me out of my clothes and take me right there in someone else’s car. I wanted him to. I was desperate for him, but we held off. At my size, it was easy to hide my erection, but his strained against those tight slacks, a rigid line that ran down his right leg. I touched it, so hard and yet… cold, somehow. I admit I haven’t been with that many guys in my life, but the dicks I’ve held have always been hot to the touch.

We got to my place. He played with my rump as I walked up the steps to my apartment. I went inside, but for some reason, he stopped at the threshold. I turned, confused, and asked why he wasn’t coming in. He said I needed to invite him, so I did, again. For some reason, he seemed relieved as he stepped inside like he was scared I’d refuse his advances at this point. Or like I’d taken down a wall between us. It was strange, but endearing, in a way.

His puppy-dog expression turned immediately back to his suave and confident demeanor as he stepped through the door. Almost faster than I could blink, he was on me, hands around my substantial waist, mouth on mine in a deep and passionate kiss. He was coming on hotter than anyone I’d ever been with but he still felt so cold, like steel. I suggested we forgo drinks and move to the bedroom, and he agreed.

The guy was an animal. He practically tore my belt off (which was no small feat, given how thick that leather was) along with my shirt, letting my bulky body flop freely in the dim light that filtered through my bedroom blinds. I wasn’t proud of the way my belly hung over my crotch or how my tits sagged to either side of my barrel torso, but even in near-darkness, he zeroed in on my softest parts. His nails dug into my belly and his teeth into my nipple, sending a jolt straight up my spine. I’m sure I squirted some pre as I felt a sudden wetness in my crotch. I was ready for anything.

It seemed almost a blink before we were on the bed and he was naked, lubed up, with both my chunky thighs surrounding his much smaller waist. I felt him slip inside just as easily as everything else he’d done to me this evening. He must have been huge because I could feel him go deep despite the thick ass he was pushing against.

He was quick in more ways than one. It seemed he’d only thrust a few times before I could feel him explode inside me, a cold feeling that seeped far enough to break me out of the moment. It felt wrong, somehow, like something wasn’t right despite the passion of the evening. But then I felt cold hands lift my belly and a wet mouth surround my cock, and all thoughts left me.

I came almost as fast as he did, and when I did, it was unlike any orgasm I’d ever felt. It went on and on and on, my whole body spasming and pumping load after load, more jizz than I’d ever produced. If it hadn’t felt so amazing I likely would have been concerned where all this cum was coming from. He just kept sucking, draining me of everything that I was.

And in the dim light I could see my reflection in a mirror I kept on my bedside dresser. I couldn’t quite see my features, but I knew my face looked far smaller. My chest looked flatter, almost like it had deflated. Still was deflating, as I saw my outline shrink with every shuddering orgasm, every pulse of jizz I pumped into his mouth. I should have been alarmed, scared even, but I was still in the delirious throws of orgasm. And why should I care? I’d always wanted to lose weight. I didn’t even notice where there should have been the reflected head of the man making love to me I simply saw my cock twitching again and again into nothing.

I felt light-headed. I felt light. Lighter than I had in decades. I raised my hand and saw not the sausage-thick fingers that I’d known almost all my life but the thin digits of a stranger. I was thin. And then I saw the wide, round, face of the man that had made me orgasm for what felt like hours. His sunken cheeks were gone. Instead, they were full to overfilling, his lithe neck now masked by jowls that used to belong to me.

But despite his stolen flesh, he was still just as fast as before. The last thing I saw before the dark closed in were those fangs growing longer inside his wide and flabby jaw. Then a pinch on my neck, then cold, and then nothing.

The Werebear

“Those were good hot dogs,” Joe remarked. “Man, it’s been too long since we got away like this.”

He was right. The last time he and Brad had gone camping was years ago. Both middle-aged with careers and families, the two best friends hadn’t had nearly enough time to spend together. But when Joe had suggested the two get away for fall weekend, knowing it would be too cold for either of their spouses to agree to such a thing, Brad jumped at the chance.

The trees, the fresh air--it had all been great so far, but Brad sensed something was still bugging his friend. “Yeah, it has,” Brad agreed, before nudging Joe on the shoulder. “So what’s eating you, man? I haven’t seen you smile once since we got out here.”

This actually made Joe chuckle, but there was a hint of sorrow in the low, rumbling sound. “Nah, this is great. I just… well, I haven’t been entirely truthful with you, Brad.”

“What do you mean?”

Joe sighed. “I mean, I did want us to get away, but I also wanted us to be alone. Under the moonlight.”

“What?” Brad scoffed and hit Joe on the shoulder. “You’re not going all Brokeback on me, are you?”

Joe sighed again, and that’s when Brad’s jovial attitude turned to concern. “Uh, is this going to be a night of revelations? I mean, I like you Joe, but I never knew you swung that way…”

“I didn’t,” Joe replied. “I mean, I didn’t use to.”

“Alright man, this is getting weird,” Brad was growing agitated. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Fine,” said Joe, looking up into the dusk sky with an almost wistful expression. “A couple months back my family was out camping, a lot like we were now, and I… met someone.”

“And this someone made you suddenly want to suck dick?”

“More than that. He showed me that there was more to life than just the nine-to-five, going home to a sexless marriage for the sake of the kids and occasionally getting to fool around on the side.”

Brad’s face fell. “I never knew you and Karen were having trouble.”

“We haven’t been able to really talk,” Joe said with a shrug. “And it depends how you mean by trouble. I mean, you and Megan still going at it like in high school?”

“Hah, well, not exactly…” Brad rubbed the back of his neck and looked into the campfire. “I still love her, and we do make love from time to time, but it’s not the same. Still, it’s never made me think the solution is to find some lonely dude to fuck.”

“Me neither, but he made me change my mind on that one.” Joe was still looking at the sky, his next words spoken in an almost hushed tone. “And I’m hoping I can do the same for you.”

“Hey, woah buddy,” Brad said, leaning back from Joe with his hands in the air. “I’m happy you’re discovering yourself, or whatever, but ain’t no lack of pussy gonna make me think a dick is a fair replacement.”

“Never know till you try,” Joe replied, eyes still skyward. “Besides, in a few minutes, won’t hardly matter.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“It’s alright. I won’t do nothing you won’t want me to.”

That was the last straw for Brad. He stood up from the log the two were sharing a seat on and turned to his best friend. “Nah, man, I came here looking to reconnect, but I ain’t sucking your dick.”

“Like I said, don’t know it till you tried it.”

Brad was going to say something in response but then he noticed in the waning light of the evening something strange. Joe had arrived at the campsite bare-faced, but now he seemed to sport a noticeable five-o'clock shadow. And even as he watched, the stubble pushed out even further into a full-on beard.

“Joe… the fuck…” Brad was at a loss for words, pointing and babbling incoherently. Joe reached for his hands but Brad quickly pulled back. That’s when the sunset gave way to a bright and full moon that outlined a larger, more imposing Joe.

“It’s alright man, I ain’t gonna hurt you. I’m just gonna give you a little nibble and then we’re going to have a fantastic weekend. I promise.” Each word came even deeper than the last until Joe’s promise sounded like the resonant tone of a ship’s horn from miles and miles away.

“What’s happening?” Brad managed to ask as Joe kept getting bigger and bigger. Brad could see his friend’s midriff become exposed as he outgrew his shirt, his belt buckle snapping and falling to the ground but his jeans remained painted to thighs much thicker and wider than they’d arrived mere hours ago. Sleeves suddenly too short, revealing hairy wrists and forearms and eventually splitting to reveal elbows and massive triceps covered in thickening fur. His friend was turning into a beast of a man, a massive lumbering behemoth covered in curly hair that ran from toes erupting from hiking books to shoulders that split open a jacket, the heat of his transforming bulk emitting steam into the cool night air.

Brad stumbled backward as the hulking man stalked forward. Dimly, Brad noted how his friend’s dadbod grew flabbier, his jiggling belly blowing up to be as large as the rest of him, but it hardly seemed to slow Joe’s advance. With a final grunt, the last of Joe’s clothing gave way, leaving him huge, naked, and very, very erect. The massive, horse-like member stretched almost the entire distance between them, hard and strong enough to lift Joe’s sagging gut where the two met.

That was when Brad broke. He turned and fled into the forest as fast as he could run, but behind he could hear the beast that was his former friend charging after him, his massive hide heedless of the branches and sometimes even small trees that were in his path. Brad could hear Joe’s massive lungs huffing like a freight train as he ran him down, finally slapping a paw against his back that sent him sprawling into the brush.

Brad didn’t even have time to catch his breath before the beast was on him. It was like being sat on by a tank, its massive weight keeping him pinned and its lengthy barrel sliding against Brad’s backside.

“It’ll be okay,” the beast rumbled close to Brad’s ear. The sound was so deep it nearly made the smaller man wet himself. Then he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as Joe bit through his jacket hard enough to draw blood.

It hurt, but only for a moment. Then it felt like fire began running through his veins, starting from his shoulder and then reaching down to Brad’s groin. Despite the terror of the situation, Brad suddenly became achingly, desperately hard. He struggled helplessly against Joe’s bulk--not to escape but so he could tear off all his clothes and do anything to satisfy the sudden animalistic need to rut that had overtaken him.

“It’s okay,” Joe rumbled again. “I’ll be able to help real soon.”

Brad didn’t know what he meant. Nothing made sense--all he knew was that he was hornier than he’d ever been. He needed to fuck. Anyone. Anything. Even the fat, hairy brute that was keeping him pinned. He tried to turn underneath to get his lips to meet Joe’s bearded face, but Joe held him firm, face-down in the dirt, patiently awaiting the change.

He didn’t have to wait long. Just like Joe, Brad began to expand. Slowly at first, and then exponentially, muscle and fat piling on until Joe heard a chorus of rips and tears beneath him as the small man became a much bigger one. In minutes, Brad was a beast almost as large and hairy as Joe, naked and humping the ground in a desperate bid to climax.

Joe knew it was time. He reached down and slipped his massive tool between beach-ball-sized buns, his pre-cum-slicked head easily slipping inside Brad’s now enormous donut hole. They both groaned, loud and low, like rutting bulls, their calls echoing into the moonlit night.