Table of Contents:
Ending 1: Hit the Showers (Soap TF)
Ending 2: Covered Up (Underwear TF)
Ending 3: A Sweaty Job (Deodorant TF)
Ending 4: A Huge Tip (Tongue Stud TF)
Ending 5: Getting Him into Bed (Body Pillow TF)
Ending 6: Getting Between Them (Condom TF)
Ending 7: Not a Good Fit (Fleshlight TF)
Ending 8: Flushed Away (Shrinking, Watersports)
Ending 9: Two for One (Shrinking, Armpit crush)
Ending 10: Servitude (Shrinking, Unwilling cock worship)
Ending 11: Bad Neighbors (Shrinking, Underwear crushes)
Ending 12: A Literal ‘Bad End’ (Sperm TF, Anal vore (bonus oral vore variant))
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Fox was a tall, slender young man in his early twenties, with sharp cheekbones and a sly grin that hinted at the darkness lurking beneath his boyish charm. His tousled auburn hair framed a face that could pass for innocent, but his smiling eyes glinted with a subtle, predatory edge. He was exactly what you’d picture if someone were to label him a twink, his slim frame and smooth skin drawing the attention of men who never even suspected the danger they were flirting with. Sometimes, he included them in his little games, though he tended to reserve his powers for toying with women instead.
He had always known he was different, ever since the day he discovered he could bend reality to his whims. With a mere thought, Fox could shrink anyone down to any size he pleased, from a foot tall to a speck so minuscule that a single sperm loomed like a colossus over their pitiful forms. He knew that because it was one of his favorites and made him smile every time he thought about it. Transformation came just as easily; he could reshape a person into whatever struck his fancy – a condom, a piece of candy, a new sex toy... The possibilities were endless. And then there was the teleportation, a trick that worked wonderfully with his other powers, as it let him pluck his prey from anywhere and deposit them right into his grasp. As far as Fox could tell, his powers had no limits, no rules, and he reveled in using them for his own kinky pleasure.
His favorite part, though, was the aftermath. The ending, both of his play and of his latest toy’s existence. Shrinking a young woman until she was a fragile, trembling little speck in Fox’s hand, or transforming a one-night stand into a tissue to wipe up the load he had just shot, sent a thrill straight to Fox’s core. His impressively large, uncut cock would stiffen immediately at the sight of their fear, their helplessness, and the crueler he got, the hotter it felt. Breaking them – snapping their tiny limbs, crushing them underfoot, swallowing them whole, or otherwise disposing of the little things – was the climax of his fun, often very literally. It was a rush that usually left him panting and satisfied, while it left his playthings smeared under a body part or permanently trapped in an inanimate form. Fox lived for the moment when his victims realized they were nothing but toys to be used and discarded.
This is a collection of little stories about some of his many fun moments indulging himself.
Ending 1: Hit the Showers (Soap TF)
One time, Fox turned a young woman into a small travel-bar of soap at the gym and carried her into the showers. He didn’t have to – there was already soap in there – but he preferred to do it this way.
He spotted her near the end of his cardio session, a young woman with a tight ponytail and a focused look as she powered through her workout. She was irrelevant to him beyond her potential, her existence itself a canvas for his twisted whims. In short – she would make a good toy. With a flicker of thought, he shrank her down and reshaped her, her body collapsing into a smooth, miniature bar of soap, just a travel-sized toiletry. Her initial cry of surprise cut off quickly, muted into confused and terrified silence as her form solidified and fell into his palm. The new bar of soap gave off a faint lavender scent, wafting from her new waxy surface. He scooped her up, feeling the slight warmth of her transformed state against his palm, and sauntered toward the locker room showers, his cock already twitching in anticipation.
In the steam-filled room, Fox stripped down and set his clothes aside before stepping into the running water. His lean frame glistened under the spray of hot water – it felt great after a work-out! Next, he held the soap-woman up to the stream, watching as bubbles formed along her edges, her essence beginning to erode. He could feel her fear spike, as she felt herself beginning to trickle away. He rubbed her against his chest first, lathering his skin with her slick, dissolving body, and the slippery sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through him. Her form softened further as he scrubbed harder, dragging her across his arms, his abs, then even lower, till his cupped hand was grinding her against his stiffening cock. The slickness of her melting shape coated him, and he groaned, his hand pumping faster as he used her to stroke himself, her pathetic little soul smearing into a foamy mess for his pleasure.
By the time he came, shuddering under the showerhead, she was nearly gone, reduced to a thin sliver that slipped from his fingers, mingling with his load. He watched, flushed and panting, as the last of her washed down the drain with the mess, swirling into nothingness with the grime and water. His cock throbbed one last time, the cruelty of it all making him tingle again already. He rinsed off, smirking at the empty drain that had swallowed up the last of his little toy, then stepped out to towel off. He was already scanning the gym for his next plaything on the way out.
Ending 2: Covered Up (Underwear TF)
Another time, Fox turned a girl at the mall into the perfect pair of boxers.
Fox was wandering through the mall, his eyes scanning the bustling crowds, when he spotted her—a girl working the counter at a clothing store, folding shirts with a bored expression. She was cute, with a slight frame and had her dark hair tied back to keep it out of her face. To Fox, she was the ideal raw material for what he needed. With a casual smirk and a nod of his head (unnecessary, but he liked to gesture along with using his powers, for dramatic effect if nothing else), he shrank her down and fully remade her in an instant. Her body twisted and flattened as she fell, her skin morphing into soft, black cotton as she became a pair of fitted boxers, tailored perfectly to follow his every contour. Her silent internal screaming for someone to help her was muffled for good as her consciousness was locked into the fabric, now trapped forever.
With another little hand gesture, he teleported the freshly transformed boxers straight onto himself, feeling the faint warmth of her new form stretch tight over his large, currently half-erect cock. The sensation of her helplessness, her entire being now molded to cradle him intimately, sent a shiver of arousal up his spine. He adjusted himself casually, her fabric body shifting with every move, unable to resist or even whimper. Her old life – her name, her job, her dreams – it was all gone, rendered irrelevant in a blink, replaced by an inescapable future of serving as his underwear. Fox strutted out of the store, his erection pressing hard against her, savoring the cruel intimacy of it.
Every step he took rubbed her against him, her existence reduced to a silent, stretched outline beneath his jeans. He’d never let her go, never let her change back—she was his now, a trophy of his power, doomed to feel every twitch and pulse of his cock for as long as he wanted. By the time he got home, he was rock-hard, peeling off his pants to admire her, running a hand over the bulge she encased. The thought of her trapped soul, buried in the weave of the fabric, pushed him to the edge, and with a little more aggressive fondling, he came with a low groan, staining her with the thick, creamy cum with which she would come to be extremely familiar. Then he wiggled the dampened boxers off his hips and tossed them into the laundry bin to let her soak in the mess overnight. She’d stay that way, washed then used and washed again, forever or until he got bored and replaced her, whichever came first.
Ending 3: A Sweaty Job (Deodorant TF)
Fox regularly turned people into useful, disposable things like deodorant, too. It just felt good to turn a whole person into something that could be used up and tossed in the trash afterward.
Fox lingered outside the gym’s locker rooms, his eyes settling on a girl stepping out of the other doorway, still damp from her shower. She was oblivious to the unusual young man sizing her up. She was young, fit, and probably had a promising life ahead of her. Well… not anymore. With a wicked grin and a snap of his fingers, her body shuddered and collapsed inward, her mind and soul liquefying and reforming into a form he found much more useful than her original. He popped the cap off an empty case he had brought with him, teleported her essence inside, and twisted the dial until her sentient smear rose to the surface, quivering with faint awareness. She was now the creamy, white contents of a stick of non-antiperspirant deodorant.
She was still conscious, trapped in her new state, a thick paste that could feel every moment of her degradation. As Fox raised the stick to his armpit, she sensed the heat of his skin, the coarse hairs looming like a forest over her helpless form. He swiped her across his pit, her slick, waxy body spreading thin and clinging to him. Her internal terror tingled through her soul as she was smeared into the damp, musky crevice. The pressure of his arm grinding her down felt suffocating, her essence being stretched and absorbed into his skin, with no way to cry out or even beg her new god for release. She could taste the salt of his sweat, feel the slow erosion of her very being as he worked her in thoroughly, layer by layer. Notably, he had made her NON-antiperspirant, because he relished the idea of her new form mingling with the streams of hot, salty sweat his workout had generated today.
Fox sighed with pleasure, his thick cock hardening in his shorts as he savored the sensation of her soul dissolving under his arm. He dragged the stick back and forth, relishing the way her fear fueled his arousal, her existence reduced to a cooling, fragrant film that masked his scent. By the time he capped the deodorant, she was already half-gone, her consciousness stretched too thin between his pits and the remnants clinging to the roller case in his hand. He adjusted himself again, grinning at the thought of her gradual annihilation, and tossed the stick into his gym bag, already certain he would use her up completely tomorrow. The thrill of using up a person, a whole soul like that and throwing it away afterward was wickedly pleasurable to him.
Ending 4: A Huge Tip (Tongue Stud TF)
Fox considered delivery people a convenient source of transformation fodder to spice up a slow evening, like the time he turned the pizza girl into a tongue stud for a fun night. And forever after.
The pizza delivery girl knocked on Fox’s door, a bored expression on her face as she held out the steaming box. She was young, maybe nineteen, with a lip piercing that caught his eye and sparked an idea. Fox took the box from her, but before she could hand over the receipt, Fox focused his will on her and her body collapsed inward, shrinking and twisting until she was nothing but a small, silver tongue stud, her tiny form gleaming with a faint sheen of panic. He plucked her from the air, popped her into his mouth, and fastened her through his own pierced tongue, feeling her minuscule new form quivering tightly against his flesh as he tipped the box open and grabbed a slice on his way back in. She was going to have a messy introduction to her new life as he enjoyed the pizza.
And that wasn’t the only mess she’d have to learn to deal with. Later that night, his dating app one-night-stand – a tall, blonde guy with a cocky grin and a name Fox didn’t bother to remember – sprawled naked on Fox’s bed, oblivious to the delivery girl’s fate. Fox knelt between his legs, smiling up at the boy seductively from down there. The tongue stud girl trembled internally as Fox’s lips parted, her tiny consciousness still trapped in the hot, humid darkness of his mouth. Then he leaned down, wrapping his lips around the guy’s thick cock, and got to work. All the while, he made sure to grind the stud along the shaft with every bob of his head. The guy moaned, oblivious, while Fox savored the dual sensation: the salty taste of hot, throbbing cock and the faint, frantic mental vibrations of the transformation victim pressed against it.
Fox worked his tongue harder, swirling the stud across the sensitive tip, sucking and slurping until his date for the night bucked his hips and came. Hot, messy goo flooded his mouth. The delivery girl, still just a helpless oral ornament, was thoroughly coated in the flood, her existence drowned in the mix of spit and cum. Fox played with the mess on his tongue for a long moment, then swallowed it all, feeling her tiny form shudder one last time before going still, perhaps in despair at the realization that this was her new life forever now. He licked his lips, the pizza forgotten, and grinned at the spent guy panting above him, already planning further lewdness for the rest of the evening.
Ending 5: Getting Him into Bed (Body Pillow TF)
It wasn’t always impulsive, though. Sometimes Fox held off for days or even weeks before giving in and taking what he wanted… especially when it came to unrequited crushes.
Fox had watched him come and go from the apartment complex for weeks, a young man named Eli with soft black hair and a radiant smile that twisted Fox’s heart into knots. Eli never noticed him, never returned the lingering glances Fox threw his way, and that oblivious “rejection” gradually simmered into something darker. One night, alone in his room, Fox decided Eli’s indifference was too much to deal with, and he needed to move on in the only way he knew. With a sharp focus of will, he reached out into the night and reshaped the boy, simultaneously teleporting him straight from his own bed into Fox’s hands. Eli’s form stretched and puffed up in all directions, his skin turning to smooth fabric as his features morphed into a cutesy anime rendition of himself, printed across his new form – a plush body pillow. His wide, drawn eyes stared up at Fox, frozen in an eternal blush of sleepy confusion. It was perfect.
That night, Fox clutched the pillow tight, curling his slim frame around it as he drifted to sleep. The softness pressed against his chest, Eli’s cartoonish face nestled under his chin, and it felt like a sort of victory. But the real thrill came later, when Fox woke up in the small hours of the night, hard and aching, his huge cock straining firmly against his boxers. Still only half-awake, Fox sat up and flipped the pillow under his hips, straddling it firmly. Then he ground his hips down on it, the fabric rubbing against him as he pictured Eli – the former Eli anyway – squirming and gasping beneath him. He moaned softly, sleepy mind filling with further fantasies about cute guys like Eli, lithe bodies bending to his will, while he humped the pillow harder, the friction building a delicious heat.
By the time he finished, his breath ragged and his cum soaking into the pillow’s stuffing, Fox was practically purring, temporarily sated. He flopped back, still clutching the damp, defiled thing, and traced a finger over the anime Eli’s printed lips. The boy was his now, in a way he’d never been before. Now, he was just a toy for cuddling, a tool for getting off, forever trapped in Fox’s bed. Soon after, he dozed off for a more restful night of sleep. In the morning, he’d wash the pillow. Maybe.
Ending 6: Getting Between Them (Condom TF)
Fox loved to mess with people, especially couples. Sometimes he just -had- to have a cute guy, and the guy was already taken. Temporarily.
The club pulsed with bass-filled music and sweaty bodies grinding under flashing lights, and Fox’s eyes locked onto his next target. A young woman dancing with her boyfriend. She was cute enough, probably, but he wasn’t really after her. Her boyfriend though – a cute, short little wisp of a guy with a curtain of dark hair – had caught Fox’s real interest. With a wicked smirk, Fox focused his power, and the woman vanished from the dance floor, her form twisting and shrinking in an instant. She reappeared in his hand as a thin, stretchy condom, wrapped and ready to go. Her consciousness was permanently trapped in the latex, and he felt her bewilderment and fear as he pocketed her and made his move.
He sidled up to the boyfriend, whose tipsiness and confusion at his missing girlfriend made him easy prey. A few flirty words and a suggestive tilt of his head later, Fox had him stumbling into a bathroom stall, pants already dropping. Fox tore open the condom packet – by now she’d realized what her new form was, he was sure – and rolled her onto his thick, aching cock, feeling her slick surface hug him tight. The boyfriend let Fox pin him to the wall of the stall, moaning as Fox pushed into his tight little hole, the latex-sheathe that used to be this fuck-toy’s girlfriend forced to stretch and slide with every thrust. Her boyfriend’s tight heat gripped her transformed body, and Fox pounded harder and faster, relishing the muffled terror he imagined must be rippling through her as he fucked her into her own boyfriend. Or the guy that used to be, anyway. He was single now…
When he finished, Fox grunted, spilling his load into the condom almost to the point of bursting. He slowly pulled out, looking down at the slick, sticky condom on his slowly softening shaft as the boyfriend slumped against the stall wall, dazed and panting. Fox peeled her off. Her stretched-out, cum-filled shape sagged in his fingers, and with a cruel sneer he tossed her into the toilet without a second glance. He flushed, watching the condom swirl down the pipe in a rush of water, her existence vanishing somewhere in the pipes below. Zipping up, he gave the boyfriend a final wink before teleporting the confused boy back out onto the dance floor, alone, where he spent the rest of the night looking for his girlfriend before deciding she must have dumped him without a word.
Ending 7: Not a Good Fit (Fleshlight TF)
Sometimes, they came to him. And annoyed him. So, Fox found creative uses for them, to ensure it never happened again.
The knock came mid-afternoon, sharp and insistent, pulling Fox from his idle thoughts. He opened the door to find a young man standing there, maybe nineteen, with earnest eyes and a stack of pamphlets clutched in his hands. The guy launched into a spiel about salvation and some god Fox didn’t care to hear about, his voice bright and unwavering. Fox’s lips curled into a smirk as he sized him up – cute, in a naive way. Fox could work with that. With a flex of Fox’s will, the man’s words cut off mid-sentence, his body shrinking and twisting until he was no longer human but a fleshlight, ribbed and textured, 9 inches long and… deliberately too narrow for Fox’s thick, uncut cock.
Not that it would stop him. Fox kicked the door shut and carried his new toy to the couch, shedding his shorts and boxers as he went. The fleshlight’s surface was warm, feeling almost alive, and he could feel the quiet tremors of the boy’s fear running through it. He spat into his hand, slicking himself up just a little, then slowly forced his cock into the tight opening. The fit was brutal, the walls of the fleshlight stretching and tearing almost instantly as he shoved in deeper, the resistance making his pulse race. He groaned at the squeeze, at the way it gripped him so hard it almost hurt, his hips bucking as he fucked his new toy with no regard for its limits.
It didn’t last long. The silicone toy soon split under the strain, his cock ripping through its insides as he thrust one final time, his cum spilling out onto the ruined mess. He pulled free, breathing hard, and looked down at the battered remains – torn and leaking, utterly destroyed after a single use. The cruelty of it, the way he’d broken the boy’s new form beyond repair, sent a shiver of satisfaction through him. He tossed the wrecked thing into the trash without a second glance. He wondered if he should get a ‘No Solicitors’ sign one of these days? Then again, he reconsidered… maybe not.
Ending 8: Flushed Away (Shrinking, Watersports)
Fox occasionally used his powers to avoid what might be awkward situations for others – in particular, it made for some spectacularly… l…break-ups.
Late one spring evening, Fox had come to a decision. He was bored with his current boyfriend, a cute little thing named Jamie who’d once caught his eye with his soft voice and eager, submissive nature. But the spark had faded quickly, and Fox’s darker cravings demanded something more than cuddles and sweet teasing late at night. One night, while sprawled on the couch with Jamie nuzzling against him, Fox decided it was time to finally end it. With a quick focusing of his powers, he shrank Jamie down to half an inch tall, the boy’s startled yelp shrinking into a high-pitched squeak as he dwindled onto Fox’s bare stomach. Fox roughly plucked him up between thumb and forefinger, smirking at the tiny, flailing figure. Jamie’s wide eyes and high, tinny voice were pleading futilely as he looked up at Fox in confusion and betrayal.
Fox wasted no time from there. He stood up and strolled right to the bathroom, his bare feet slapping against the tile, where he held Jamie over the toilet bowl. The tiny boy squirmed in a panic, his minuscule voice begging, “Please, Fox, don’t do this, I love you!” Fox just chuckled, his cock stirring at the boy’s desperation… and let go. Jamie plummeted into the cold water with a faint splash, then bobbed back up immediately, tiny arms thrashing. Fox smirked, unzipped – his large, uncut dick springing free – and took aim. A powerful stream of hot, acrid piss blasted out, slamming into Jamie and sending him sliding wildly around the bowl. The golden torrent chased and battered the tiny figure, dunking him under, then tossing him against the porcelain walls again as Fox adjusted his aim, laughing at the pathetic plight of the tiny boy below.
Jamie’s whimpers and yelps ceased, drowned out by the splashing and gurgling, his little body bruised and battered by the relentless force. Fox kept going, emptying out every last drop, watching the boy tumble like a twig in a typhoon until the stream finally tapered off. Jamie just floated there now, limp and gasping, still alive but barely. Fox grinned, his lengthy cock half-hard from the cruel game, and reached for the flush valve. With a casual flick, the water roared to life, sucking Jamie down in a violent whirlpool. His last, pitiful scream was swallowed by the roar of the water vanishing into the pipes as he vanished, leaving Fox alone, satisfied, and already opening his dating app to find his next temporary plaything.
Ending 9: Two for One (Shrinking, Armpit crush)
Fox sometimes just indulged in a little sadistic fun for the sake of it – not even to get off, just because he wanted to make a happy person a lot less happy… and often, a lot less alive.
Fox had been watching the sisters for a while. Twins, around his own age, their identical faces and synchronized movements had caught his eye one day at the park. They came back almost every day for fresh air and just to sit and chat under one of the trees. They were happy and oblivious, their blonde hair glinting in the sunlight as they tossed a frisbee back and forth. With a cruel smirk, he effortlessly shrank them both in an instant until they were no bigger than ants, their tiny forms tumbling onto the grass. He loomed over the pair for a moment before claiming them and teleporting himself home with his new prizes, too impatient to go home the slow way.
Stripping off his sweat-dampened shirt, Fox flopped onto his couch, his lean body sprawling out as he examined the wriggling sisters up close. Their terror was intoxicating as they clung to each other in fear, and his cock stiffened against his jeans as he pondered – and then decided – their fate. Without hesitation, he pulled the whimpering pair away from each other and tucked one up under each arm, pressing them into the damp, musky hollows of his armpits. At first, he just held them there, feeling their frantic struggles against his skin, their tiny limbs tickling him and tangling in the coarse hair. Then, with a slow, deliberate flex, he squeezed his arms down, smothering them against his flesh, the pressure building as he clenched harder…. and harder…
It didn’t take long. Their bodies gave way with a pair of wet pops, one after the other, little bursts of gooey red girl-stuff staining his skin as their fragile forms collapsed under the crushing force. Fox moaned a little, the sensation of their destruction sending a shiver through him, his hand slipping down to grip his throbbing cock. He rubbed himself through the fabric, savoring the sticky warmth of their remains smeared under his arms, until he came with a low, satisfied grunt. Wiping the messes away – both the one in his pants and the ones in his armpits – with a rag, he then tossed it in the trash and went to take a shower, already forgetting about the pair of lives he’d just ruined for fun.
Ending 10: Servitude (Shrinking, Unwilling cock worship)
Fox was into boys and didn’t care much for women, but he did have a few ongoing uses for them.
Fox didn’t always dispatch his victims right away. Sometimes he liked to keep them around for a while, savoring their prolonged torment and forcing them to serve him against their will. Over time, he’d amassed a small “harem” of bug-sized women, each shrunk down to no more than half an inch tall. He kept them stashed in a small box by his bed during the day, but at night, he’d scoop them up in his slender hands and tip them into his boxers. The sensation of their wriggling forms against his large, uncut cock was delicious, a constant tease as they squirmed and licked, their minuscule tongues working to please him through the night. And they didn’t dare disobey, for obvious reasons. So he’d drift off to sleep with a satisfied sigh, his cock throbbing ever so slightly, as the tiny women worshipped him with all their energy – their efforts fueled by fear of what he’d do if they stopped. He had demonstrated by ending a few tiny lives in gruesome ways before the eyes of the rest.
Some nights, he’d roll over awkwardly, or his cock would flop to the other side of his boxers, and a few little women would get crushed, their fragile bodies popping against his skin with a faint, wet snap... or worse, a survivor would be slowly smothered under his sweaty shaft or balls. He barely noticed, waking up to find a tiny life shattered and smeared into his pubes or flattened against his cockhead. No matter – he’d just shrink and teleport in replacements, plucking new girls from a nearby campus, sight unseen, shrinking them down to join the survivors for the rest of their lives.
When a wet dream struck, Fox’s cock would throb and spill cum everywhere, soaking the tiny harem in it. They knew his commands: lick it all up before he woke. Their frantic little mouths would be slurping at the sticky mess coating his skin all night. If he woke and found even a sticky drop left, his eyes would narrow at their failure and he’d pluck them up one by one, crushing them between his fingers. Their bodies squished into a slick paste, bones liquified by the pressure, which he’d then smear over himself as lube, jerking off with their remains until he came again, the brutality of it making his orgasm all the sweeter. Then he’d do it all again with a fresh batch the next night.
Ending 11: Bad Neighbors (Shrinking, Underwear crushes)
Fox solved most problems with his powers. Not just for the convenience, but because it was fun, too. One night, his apartment neighbors found this out the hard way.
Fox lay in bed, his jaw tight with annoyance as the thumping music and laughter from his neighbors’ apartment bled through the thin walls. It was late, and the couple next door – a loud, laughing woman and her idiot boyfriend – had no clue they’d just crossed a dangerous line. With a simple mental flick of power, he shrank them both to an inch tall and teleported them right into his grasp. He also teleported their music player into the ocean, finally reclaiming a bit of peace. The foolish pair’s tiny shrieks barely even registered as he peeled back the waistband of his tight boxer-briefs, dropping the woman into the front with his big, sweaty cock and her boyfriend into the back, nestled deep between his firm ass cheeks. He let the elastic snap shut, sealing their fates.
The woman squirmed against his thick, uncut cock; her inch-high body pressed into the hot, musky fabric by the cockhead itself as Fox shifted onto his side. Every twitch of his hips ground her deeper, her fragile form buckling under the weight of his swelling arousal. In the back, her boyfriend fared worse, trapped in the suffocating crevice of Fox’s ass. The pressure was relentless; each time Fox clenched or rolled over, the man’s tiny limbs popped and cracked, his screams muffled by the overwhelming flesh on all sides. Fox grinned, savoring the faint pops and wet crunches as he adjusted his position, his movements deliberate and cruel. The little fuckers had earned this.
It didn’t take long to end them. A final lazy stretch crushed the woman against his shaft, her body bursting into a sticky, precum-soaked smear that soaked into the cotton. In the back, the boyfriend’s last flails of panic ended in a pathetic squelch as Fox sat up, flattening him into a bloody paste between his cheeks. The little red dribble that was left joined a trickle of sweat and slipped downward, vanishing into the wrinkles of Fox’s asshole. With that wicked conclusion, Fox stood, feeling the slick little messes in his briefs, his cock still hard from the thrill of their destruction. He peeled off the bloodstained underwear, tossing it into the hamper with a satisfied chuckle, and went to jack off in the shower. Finally, a little time to himself in peace and quiet.
Ending 12: A Literal ‘Bad End’ (Sperm TF, Anal vore)
Fox’s favorite, nasty trick to play came out whenever he had his eye on a cute guy but the guy was already taken. Fox disposed of the obstacle with an extra special little trick…
Fox had his eye on the guy from the moment he walked into the club – a cute, slender twink with a few visible piercings, giggling with his girl and completely oblivious to the predator watching him. The problem was the girlfriend clinging to his arm, a petite blonde who giggled too loudly at his jokes and wore far too little. Fox didn’t care for romantic competition, but it wasn’t hard for him to solve that problem either. As the music thumped through the crowded room, he watched and waited until she stepped away to the bar, then hit her with one of his most specialized transformations. In an instant, she vanished from sight, her body collapsing in on itself as she turned into a single, wriggling little sperm now trapped in Fox’s balls. He adjusted himself, feeling smug about consigning the dumb girl to a horrible fate, and made his move on her boyfriend.
The guy was easy to seduce, as they usually were. All it took was a few flirty glances and a nod of his head toward the back and the boy was following Fox to one of the dim back rooms where the air smelled of sweaty bodies, love, and liquor. Fox promptly pressed the boy against the wall, lips crashing into his, hands roaming down over his firm chest. The boy melted under the overwhelming attention, clearly more focused on the immediate chance for fun than the fact that his girlfriend had seemingly disappeared and not come back. Clothes hit the grimy floor in no time at all. Fox’s thick cock hung free between his legs, quickly emerging from its sheathe of skin, already firm and leaking. The guy immediately dropped to his knees, eager to please. Fox smirked at the boytoy’s willingness but had other plans, pulling him back up and instead bending him over the side of a nearby couch. He spat on one hand, slicked himself up for a moment, and then pushed in hard, the tight heat gripping him as he fucked the moaning, whimpering boy with a ruthless pounding rhythm.
Each thrust churned the cum – and one lost, confused little sperm-girl – in his balls, her microscopic form flitting around helplessly in the hot, dense ocean of goo as Fox neared his peak. The guy quivered cutely beneath him, clutching the couch’s arm tightly, begging for more, and Fox happily obliged, slamming his cock in deep. When he came, it was explosive – hot ropes of cum launching with every shuddering spurt, flooding the boy’s depths. The transformed girlfriend was launched too, an infinitesimal speck lost deep in the sticky mess. She was doomed to die a horrible death in the depths of her disloyal boyfriend’s body, her entire existence petering out in what must be the cruelest imaginable form of cuckolding. When he was sure every drop had come out inside his conquest, Fox finally pulled out. He glanced at the slick, shiny butt he’d just plowed and briefly thought of the tiny, terrified soul coming to an end within. It made him smile a little as he turned to get dressed and slip back out into the noise of the club, leaving the boy moaning and dazed on the couch, oblivious that his choice to cuck his girlfriend had also led to helping bring about her end.
BONUS: Blowjob version
The boy had dropped eagerly to his knees in front of Fox, then looked up, eyes wide and willing, as Fox freed his thick cock and pressed it against the boy’s parted lips. Grabbing the back of the boy’s head, Fox thrust in deep, the tight warmth of the boy’s throat clamping around him as he gagged and drooled, spit dripping down his chin. Each brutal pump terrified the sperm-girl trapped in Fox’s balls, her tiny form swirling around in the churning heat until Fox couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low growl, he buried himself in the boy’s mouth all the way, unloading straight down the boy’s gullet. His cum surged out and carried the sperm-girl’s helpless essence into the acidic pit below, her boyfriend’s body now her tomb. Fox pulled out, wiping his cock on the guy’s flushed cheek with a smirk, leaving him flushed and dazed, unaware of his part in melting his former girlfriend away.