July 2023 Drabbles

Deal with the Devil in the Bedroom (Reality Shift/Muscle Bears/Size-Difference/Demon)

“Come on Master, we need to take you to dinner.”

“I. I can walk just fine, Samuel,” Carlos said, backing up into the room as the colossal man clad in a speedo and bow tie approached him. Carlos considered trying to slip past the behemoth, knowing that despite his arms being thicker than Carlos’ entire body, the immense Samuel might be too slow to catch the lighter man if he could surprise him. The gigantic Samuel frowned, his square jaw pressing into his pecs as he looked down at the tiny Carlos.

“But Master,”

“For God's sake Samuel, stop calling me Master! I’m your father!” Carlos practically shouted, tired of how his former slacker of a son now towered over him, constantly referring to him solely as master. The huge behemoth seemed to blink at the outburst before shaking his head, albeit limited by his dense bull-like neck.

“Now Master, enough of this. Your dinner is getting cold and Master Damos is waiting for you,” The huge behemoth said, crouching down before reaching out to try and grab Carlos. The smaller man knew the huge men in the house weren’t against carrying him whether Carlos wanted to or not. But, as Samuel’s immense paw-like hands reached for him, Carlos held his breath for a second before quickly rushing under the hairy foreman and running for the door. “M-Master!” Samuel called out, standing up before moving his heavy body after the smaller Carlos.

Carlos sprinted out of the room, making his way through the expansive halls of the manor he was in. The ground shook as he knew Samuel pursued him, whilst the larger man’s mass made him slower as his thick thighs and bulge fought for space, but that didn’t stop his broad steps from helping to close the distance. Glancing back over his shoulder, Carlos saw the hulking behemoth chasing after him. Samuel’s heaving body bounced with every tile-cracking step he took, his heavy pecs and round gut shaking as he brought shoulders threatened to brush against the wide hall walls. Carlos turned back around, trying to ignore how close Samuel was getting before he found himself skimming into a solid, warm surface. Before Carlos’ small frame could bounce back, a heavy hand pressed up into his back and kept him in place, covering the smaller man’s back with the calloused palm and thick fingers.

“There you are, Master. I see Samuel almost lost you.” A deep voice called out, the bass vibrating Carlos through the huge wall of flesh he was pinned against. Struggling to move his head, Carlos looked up past the hairy pecs to the grey-haired beard of the behemoth that held him.

“C-Cheryl?”

“Master, I told you. My name is Charles,” The immense man said, repeating what he had told Carlos before. The swollen man began to walk through, his heavy movements barely weight down by Carlos’ smaller frame. Carlos felt the familiar rumble as the immense behemoth walked off down the hall. “Now come along, Master Damos is waiting for you.”

Carlos could only sigh, face pressed against the hulking butler’s, his former wife’s, bulging stomach. The small man felt the top of his head brush against the underside of the behemoth’s swollen pecs. It wasn’t long before Carlos heard the sound of a door opening and the lights of the hall dimming as they entered another room.

“Master Damos, I have brought you Master Carlos,” Charles said deeply, waiting for the other master to respond.

“Good. Put him down in his seat,” A smooth deep voice spoke, giving the order as Charles manhandled Carlos and placed him into the plush seat. Sitting at an expansive table that was filled with food, Carlos looked up to see the cause of his never-ending nightmare. Across the massive table was a gigantic hulk of a man, making the beasts that were Samuel and Charles look rather small in comparison. Though his gigantic size alone didn’t hint at his inhuman nature, the curved horns on his head and his deep scarlet red skin helped key most people of his demonic nature. “How are you, Honey?”

“Stop calling me that. How could you do this to me? To my family?” Carlos said as he stood up, still having to look up at the seated, hulking demon’s face. The massive Damos seemed uncaring of the smaller man’s plight as he ate, his massive muscles swelling and fighting against one another. Carlos couldn’t help but stare at the yoga ball pecs that glistened with sweat across the dense chest hair, the swollen slabs fighting against Damos’ immense biceps.

“You’re asking a demon why he does something?” Damos asked before chuckling deeply, the laughter shaking the table. “You asked only for a life where you didn’t need to do anything. You should have worded that request better.” Damos said before standing tall, casting a shadow over the small Carlos. The floor shook with every step the mass of muscle took to get closer to Carlos. Said smaller man trying to focus as he found himself looking at the almost obscene bulge the gigantic demon had, bouncing with every step as he came closer, the air dense with his musk.

“Besides, I doubt you’re really that upset with these changes,” Damos said, voice thick like honey as he pressed up to Carlos, effortlessly pinning the tiny man in his seat as the heat coming off Damos began to soak Carlos in sweat.

“But… my son… my wife…” Carlos breathe out, trying to control his arousal as he was pressed against the massive of warm muscle, breathing in the slight musk surrounding him as he tried to take in all of the gigantic demon.

“Oh, Carlos. What wife and son? You’ve been my husband, and it feels like you yourself are enjoying this too,” Damos practically purred, leaning back to give Carlos some breathing space, only to move back in as he brought one of his meaty hands to Carlos’ groin. The gigantic demon brushed against Carlos’ cock with the slightest touch, sending a jolt through the smaller man’s form.

The Full(er) Moon Effect (Werewolf/XWG/Mini-Macro)

“Shit!Shit!Shit!”

Nigel cursed, sprinting through the woods and panting before the young man stumbled and leaned against a tree. Nigel tried to control his breathing, taking deep breaths before freezing when he heard the crashing sound of trees collapsing, knowing it was the beast that was his boyfriend.

This had been supposed to be a nice camping trip with his boyfriend Claude. Though what Nigel didn’t know was that a) Claude was a werewolf, and b) tonight was a full moon. Watching Claude moan deeply as his body began to shift had been horrifying to witness, watching as his limbs and body stretched and thicken, fur spreading over before his fang-filled mouth told him to run.

Now, Nigel wished he had taken up track in school as he struggled to keep moving. The unsteady ground shook as whatever Claude had become chased after him. Risking one last glance back, taking in the sight of a tree being uprooted and knocked over, Nigel yelped when his foot caught on a root. Plumitting to the ground and having the breath knocked out of him, Nigel lay on the shaking ground for a moment, trying to blink out of the daze he found himself in. Trying to stand back up, Nigel froze as something big landed beside him. Looking over, he was shocked to see a massive clawed foot beside him, easily big enough to cover his torso as the dense claws sunk into the ground.

Turning over slowly, Nigel gasped as he saw the massive behemoth Claude became. The dense fur covering the massive beast, the torn remains of Claude’s clothing clung to his immense form. Nigel saw how whilst Claude was fairly chubby, the massive behemoth was hugely fat. A massive gut billowing out like a boulder kept the small man from seeing up. Before he could move, the massive mountain shifted and Nigel found himself suddenly picked up by a massive hand, the palm-like dog pads as he was brought up, past the immense gut and moobs before coming to the beast's face. The hot breath covering over Nigel as he was face to face with the immense beast. For a moment, the two just looked at one another, neither making a move before Nigel found himself being pulled closer to Claude’s muzzle.

‘Oh God he’s gonna eat me!’ Nigel thought, trying to scramble out of the beast’s hold. Only to suddenly be soaked as the rough giant’s tongue ran over him. The humid breath flooded over him.

“Mine!” The massive beast spoke, voice rumbling out. Before Nigel could figure out what it meant, he found himself pressed against the giant’s soft chest as the whale-sized werewolf continued moving through the woods.