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'No wonder my clothes were itching so much - look at all this hair I'm growing!' said Greg.
His passenger, a hitchhiker who he still wasn't sure was a man or a woman, ran a large, manicured hand along his extremely hairy arm.
'It suits you darling. It goes so nicely with your bigger cock,' said Rachie.
'Glad you think so. A shame my wife will probably hate it.'
'She hates giving blowjobs too. I on the other hand, love it!'
The hitchhiker leaned over and swallowed his big cock to the base. He groaned as the slut worked her magic for what was now too many times to keep count, or would have been if there wasn't still the packaging of the off-brand viagra he took after each load he spewed into the insatiable mouth worshipping his tool.
He did his best to keep them in lane. Thankfully there was little traffic on the backroads to the place the hitchhiker wanted to go, so drifting over the centre while his legs shook and his balls pumped wasn't too much of a danger to distract him from the wonderful orgasms she kept giving him.
His heart pounded in his chest and his breathing went ragged as he hosed a beastly load into the slut's mouth. She sat up, showed him the pool of jizz, and swallowed. Then she gave him a kiss. He tasted himself on her cherry lips. His cock, spent, twitched in approval. He liked it.
'How much further is this place you're going to?' he asked.
'A little ways yet. Plenty of time for us to have some more fun,' she said. She reached to the packet on the dashboard and released another pink pill. Pinching it between two fingers, she brought it to Greg's mouth. He parted his lips just enough to let her slide it in.
He sucked on her fingers to gather some saliva to swallow the pill. She moaned, and moved her fingers in and out, before eventually letting go and pulling away. He swallowed and rubbed his cock. Soon it would surge back to life, even bigger and stronger than before.
'You keep giving me those pills and pretty soon blowjobs won't be enough.'
'Well my mouth isn't the only eager hole I have darling. But I have to warn you; once you've had my ass, you'll never want your wife's pussy again.'
Greg laughed. He loved the slut's confidence. But it would take an awful lot for him to turn his back on his very attractive wife, even if she'd look better with a stronger jaw line, or smaller tits, or better yet no tits at all; just a smooth flat target for him to spray his seed.
He glanced over at the Rachie. He wondered if she had any tits. It looked flat under her frilly top, but he couldn't be sure.
'If it's still a ways yet, why don't you get more comfortable and take off your top,' he said.
'I'd love to,' she said. She swept her top off over her head, then unclipped her bra and tossed both into the back seat.
Greg checked the road ahead, then allowed himself to take in a long look. His cock rose as he admired the slightest hint of a swell around her puffy areolas. It was such a perfect, flat chest.
'Like what you see?'
He stroked his big dick in response. Rachie shifted toward him and took hold of the wheel with her right hand.
'Keep your eyes down there as long as you want darling. I'll let you know if there's any trouble on the road.'
For the next mile, he stroked his dick while he perved her flat chest.
'There's a layby up ahead,' she said.
Greg tore his eyes away to examine the road. There was indeed a layby coming up. He took control of the wheel and pulled over. Ten minutes later they were back on the road, his cum liberally coating the hottest pair of tits he'd ever seen, and he was sucking another pill into his mouth.
More hair sprouted over his body. It felt good. Combined with the layer of fat that had lined his body with the consumption of the pills, he felt warm enough to survive in the wild just like a bear. He felt as strong as one too.
Three pills later, they pulled into a run-down motel. Rachie slipped on her top and grabbed Greg's wallet from his discarded jeans. Moments later she was back with the keys and they hustled into the room before anyone could see the naked beast and his enormous, raging cock.
Inside, Rachie slipped Greg another pill despite giving him one before they reached the motel. He sucked on her fingers, and he looked hungrily into her eyes as she slid them in and out, in and out, until the pill dissolved away.
He kissed her. Their bodies pressed together and he felt her cock against his leg. His own cock leaked with excitement. Their tongues lashed. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed, glimpsed her glory beneath her skirt, and pulled her closer. Her skirt lifted up from the friction against the sheets, revealing her beautiful stiff rod and inviting pink rosebud.
'Fuck me you gorgeous gay man!'
Greg growled. The lust boiling inside him magnified and he lined his cock up with the tranny's ass. Despite his size, he/she took him easily. Inch after inch of his beastly cock was swallowed into the warm embrace of the gay love tunnel, finishing his conversion. He was indeed a gay man, and he loved it.
The bear pounded into his gay slut. Rachie cooed and moaned and gripped the bedsheets for dear life. Her cock bounced up and down until Greg leaned down to make out with her, pinning it against her stomach with his bulk. The stimulation was too much, and she came, screaming into her lover's mouth.
Greg reared up and slammed into her one last time. He roared as his jizz emptied into the slut, firing shot after shot like a cannon. Then they kissed again, cuddling for a moment, then moved to the shower.
He sucked her off in the shower. Long and slow beneath the warm spray, relishing the new flavours that would define his sex life from there on out. Eventually she came and he swallowed her cum as though it were a spoon of honey. Then he took her against the shower wall, the wet smacks as load as their grunts and whimpers.
Afterwards, they snuggled on the bed, Rachie lazily stroking his thick cock while they watched some pay-per-view gay porn together. His wife tried calling several times until he finally had enough and snapped a picture, making sure to capture both the large hand wrapped around his meat and the hot gay, man on man action on screen, and sent it as a message. His phone stayed quiet after that.
Much, much later, Rachie slept beside him. He couldn't sleep though, still buzzing from the wild events of the day, so he read the information pamphlet from the box of off brand viagra he'd consumed like candy. All of the side effects he'd experienced were listed: penis growth, increased body hair, muscle growth, mild weight gain, and best of all permanent increase to libido and alteration to sexuality.
He laughed and tossed the finished packet aside. Rachie had tricked him, but he didn't care and was all too happy to enjoy some more gay porn until he fell asleep. In the morning he'd drop her off at her destination, and then maybe he'd go to a drugstore, get some supplies, and head back to his hometown to crash on a friend's couch for a while. Carl was single, but he knew Steve hadn't fucked his wife for a year, so perhaps he'd appreciate a gay conversion more.
He stroked and pondered the possibilities of his new life. So much to look forward to. So much gay sex to enjoy. So many men to convert. And all because he picked up a stranger with a simple packet of pills.
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Off Brand Viagra: the hitchhiker
'No wonder my clothes were itching so much - look at all this hair I'm growing!' said Greg.
His passenger, a hitchhiker who he still wasn't sure was a man or a woman, ran a large, manicured hand along his extremely hairy arm.
'It suits you darling. It goes so nicely with your bigger cock,' said Rachie.
'Glad you think so. A shame my wife will probably hate it.'
'She hates giving blowjobs too. I on the other hand, love it!'
The hitchhiker leaned over and swallowed his big cock to the base. He groaned as the slut worked her magic for what was now too many times to keep count, or would have been if there wasn't still the packaging of the off-brand viagra he took after each load he spewed into the insatiable mouth worshipping his tool.
He did his best to keep them in lane. Thankfully there was little traffic on the backroads to the place the hitchhiker wanted to go, so drifting over the centre while his legs shook and his balls pumped wasn't too much of a danger to distract him from the wonderful orgasms she kept giving him.
His heart pounded in his chest and his breathing went ragged as he hosed a beastly load into the slut's mouth. She sat up, showed him the pool of jizz, and swallowed. Then she gave him a kiss. He tasted himself on her cherry lips. His cock, spent, twitched in approval. He liked it.
'How much further is this place you're going to?' he asked.
'A little ways yet. Plenty of time for us to have some more fun,' she said. She reached to the packet on the dashboard and released another pink pill. Pinching it between two fingers, she brought it to Greg's mouth. He parted his lips just enough to let her slide it in.
He sucked on her fingers to gather some saliva to swallow the pill. She moaned, and moved her fingers in and out, before eventually letting go and pulling away. He swallowed and rubbed his cock. Soon it would surge back to life, even bigger and stronger than before.
'You keep giving me those pills and pretty soon blowjobs won't be enough.'
'Well my mouth isn't the only eager hole I have darling. But I have to warn you; once you've had my ass, you'll never want your wife's pussy again.'
Greg laughed. He loved the slut's confidence. But it would take an awful lot for him to turn his back on his very attractive wife, even if she'd look better with a stronger jaw line, or smaller tits, or better yet no tits at all; just a smooth flat target for him to spray his seed.
He glanced over at the Rachie. He wondered if she had any tits. It looked flat under her frilly top, but he couldn't be sure.
'If it's still a ways yet, why don't you get more comfortable and take off your top,' he said.
'I'd love to,' she said. She swept her top off over her head, then unclipped her bra and tossed both into the back seat.
Greg checked the road ahead, then allowed himself to take in a long look. His cock rose as he admired the slightest hint of a swell around her puffy areolas. It was such a perfect, flat chest.
'Like what you see?'
He stroked his big dick in response. Rachie shifted toward him and took hold of the wheel with her right hand.
'Keep your eyes down there as long as you want darling. I'll let you know if there's any trouble on the road.'
For the next mile, he stroked his dick while he perved her flat chest.
'There's a layby up ahead,' she said.
Greg tore his eyes away to examine the road. There was indeed a layby coming up. He took control of the wheel and pulled over. Ten minutes later they were back on the road, his cum liberally coating the hottest pair of tits he'd ever seen, and he was sucking another pill into his mouth.
More hair sprouted over his body. It felt good. Combined with the layer of fat that had lined his body with the consumption of the pills, he felt warm enough to survive in the wild just like a bear. He felt as strong as one too.
Three pills later, they pulled into a run-down motel. Rachie slipped on her top and grabbed Greg's wallet from his discarded jeans. Moments later she was back with the keys and they hustled into the room before anyone could see the naked beast and his enormous, raging cock.
Inside, Rachie slipped Greg another pill despite giving him one before they reached the motel. He sucked on her fingers, and he looked hungrily into her eyes as she slid them in and out, in and out, until the pill dissolved away.
He kissed her. Their bodies pressed together and he felt her cock against his leg. His own cock leaked with excitement. Their tongues lashed. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed, glimpsed her glory beneath her skirt, and pulled her closer. Her skirt lifted up from the friction against the sheets, revealing her beautiful stiff rod and inviting pink rosebud.
'Fuck me you gorgeous gay man!'
Greg growled. The lust boiling inside him magnified and he lined his cock up with the tranny's ass. Despite his size, he/she took him easily. Inch after inch of his beastly cock was swallowed into the warm embrace of the gay love tunnel, finishing his conversion. He was indeed a gay man, and he loved it.
The bear pounded into his gay slut. Rachie cooed and moaned and gripped the bedsheets for dear life. Her cock bounced up and down until Greg leaned down to make out with her, pinning it against her stomach with his bulk. The stimulation was too much, and she came, screaming into her lover's mouth.
Greg reared up and slammed into her one last time. He roared as his jizz emptied into the slut, firing shot after shot like a cannon. Then they kissed again, cuddling for a moment, then moved to the shower.
He sucked her off in the shower. Long and slow beneath the warm spray, relishing the new flavours that would define his sex life from there on out. Eventually she came and he swallowed her cum as though it were a spoon of honey. Then he took her against the shower wall, the wet smacks as load as their grunts and whimpers.
Afterwards, they snuggled on the bed, Rachie lazily stroking his thick cock while they watched some pay-per-view gay porn together. His wife tried calling several times until he finally had enough and snapped a picture, making sure to capture both the large hand wrapped around his meat and the hot gay, man on man action on screen, and sent it as a message. His phone stayed quiet after that.
Much, much later, Rachie slept beside him. He couldn't sleep though, still buzzing from the wild events of the day, so he read the information pamphlet from the box of off brand viagra he'd consumed like candy. All of the side effects he'd experienced were listed: penis growth, increased body hair, muscle growth, mild weight gain, and best of all permanent increase to libido and alteration to sexuality.
He laughed and tossed the finished packet aside. Rachie had tricked him, but he didn't care and was all too happy to enjoy some more gay porn until he fell asleep. In the morning he'd drop her off at her destination, and then maybe he'd go to a drugstore, get some supplies, and head back to his hometown to crash on a friend's couch for a while. Carl was single, but he knew Steve hadn't fucked his wife for a year, so perhaps he'd appreciate a gay conversion more.
He stroked and pondered the possibilities of his new life. So much to look forward to. So much gay sex to enjoy. So many men to convert. And all because he picked up a stranger with a simple packet of pills.