Search

(Supports wildcard *)
Statistics
Options
History
Related Posts
bulge drool entoncoldheart erection furry happy_trance hypnotic_eyes kaa_eyes male_only maledom malesub nintendo penis pignite pikachu pokemon sexuality_change story text tongue tongue_out yaoi

Edit | Respond

1 comment (0 hidden)

Hypnorgasm
>> #399302
Posted on 2020-12-21 09:37:26
Score: 0 (vote Up)
Long story from artist:

Two tests. On a Friday. It was one of those days that made the weekend seem no worse than a trip to the Bahamas. If the two accounting majors had another class that day, they probably would have skipped. Oh wait, they did have a humanities assignment due online by 3:00… Oops. Nothing they could do about it now.

It was 8:00 in the evening now. Borrick the Pignite and Delker the Pikachu were each already two beers removed from the stress of the day, as well as 15 duels into their current SmashMon marathon. Delker was enjoying his 14th victory with another swig of brew while Borrick was doing his best to take yet another defeat in stride, just glad to be punching the buttons on his controller rather than on his calculator.

“You got any more chips?” the Pikachu asked his friend, as he stood up and leaned back, cracking his spine a few times. Then he tugged his shirt down after realizing it had crept up above his navel.

“Yeah, I’ve got more, fatass. In the kitchen in that grocery bag.” Borrick jabbed, knowing that a comeback was right around the corner.

Delker chuckled as he left to get the chips, “ At least I’m not a fatass AND a loser,” still basking in the fact of having only given up one game.

Both friends, in fact, were no stranger to obesity, their bellies and chests filling out their XXL t-shirts to the point of leaving no more slack in the material. The last three years of consuming pizza, snacks, and beer had certainly been at fault, and slowly over that period, their guts had billowed out in all directions, swallowing the waistbands of their shorts and peeking out from underneath their much tighter shirts. However, being gamers, they didn’t exactly care. After all, neither one of them were even slightly skilled in athletics, and the gym wasn’t exactly their preferred milieu.

“So I’m a loser, you say?” the Pignite said incredulously, raising his voice so his friend could hear him in the kitchen. Suddenly he was remembering exactly why he had planned this night in the first place.

“Well you’re not in Alpha Delta Phi, so yeah.” Delker responded with obvious sarcasm, knowing his fraternity really wasn’t anything special. In fact, he wasn’t really sure why he was wearing his fraternity t-shirt. “And more importantly, you suck cock at video games.” he added quickly.

Borrick laughed, surprised by how close his friend had just come to reading his mind. Unbeknownst to his friend, he was gay and always been aroused by thicker males, much like his straight Pikachu who was waddling back to the couch. Tonight he was secretly planning to whip out his hypnotic abilities and introduce his friend to a new world of naughtiness and pleasure. And he had to admit he was looking forward to witnessing how his friend would lose his handle on reality, struggle with his thoughts, and eventually succumb to the idea of being homosexual. It caused a noticeable bulge in his basketball shorts just thinking about it. The time had come.

The Pignite took to sensually rubbing his bulge through his shorts as Delker rounded the couch with the bag in hand.

“Ready to lose again?” the Pikachu teased. He picked up his controller off the cushion before plopping down on the couch, which groaned a little under the sheer weight of his hefty body.

After hearing nothing in response, Delker quickly glanced over at his friend. Pignite was there turned slightly toward with his legs spread, unapologetically massaging a massive growing bulge up and down, around in circles, as he stared at his buddy with a lusty grin. The bulge grew bigger as Pikachu almost needed a double-take to register the sight in his brain.

“Dude, why are you rubbing your crotch?” Delker choked out the uncomfortable words.

Borrick just smiled at him and groped himself a few more times. He saw Delker’s eyes dart down to his shorts and took the chance to lean toward his friend and begin to push a few slow, vivid, hypnotic rings through his eyes. Bright green and magenta, over and over, starting from the middle of his pupils and cascading delicately toward the outside, the colors completely enveloped his eyes and continued to flow with impossible smoothness. He directly his gaze right at the Pikachu’s turned-down pupils.

“Why am I whaaaat?” Borrick responded with obviously fake confusion, having clearly heard the question. He continued to obscenely stroke his bulge for his friend to see.

Delker averted his eyes from the unsettling sight. He looked back up at his friend’s face.

“Why are you rubbing your…” he trailed off and his voice wavered a bit as he was caught off-guard by the sight in front of him. His vision was immediately drawn to the fluorescent light show emanating from his fat friend’s eyes, and his mouth slowed to a halt as his jaw dropped open.

Then the rings faded and he recollected himself, again to the sight of Borrick squeezing his giant bulge and smiling at him.

“What was that, bub?” Pignite responded, wanting to remind his pal that he had a question on his mind.

Delker’s eyebrows contorted as if seeing the sight for the first time. He glanced back up at his friend.

“Why are you rubbing your…” he stopped short again, having once again caught sight of the very alluring glowing rings in Borrick’s eyes, which had reappeared and were pulling in his gaze. His expression relaxed and his body wobbled with instability as the rings soothed his brain. His eyes widened and his jaw plummeted like it had just moments ago.

Borrick could see that his little preliminary test drive was turning out to be a wonderful success. He watched as a strand of saliva fell from his friend’s mouth and darkened his perfectly clean shirt.

He leaned a little closer. “What’s wrong, bub? Can’t finish your thought?” He chuckled and slipped his chubby arm around his friend’s shoulders. He continued to stare straight in the dazed Pikachu’s eyes.

“I’m rubbing my crotch because I’m gay and big guys like you turn me on.” he said as he prodded Delker’s rotund midsection.

“G-gaaaaayyyyy?” Delker struggled to say through the haze in his mind.

“Yep, I know I never told you. I was just always kinda afraid to bring it up ‘cause I didn’t know how you would…” he groped Delker’s crotch, “...react.”

“W-what are you…?” Pikachu’s mouth continued to move as he trailed off, and eventually it fell open enough for another syrupy strand of drool to add to the stain on his shirt.

“I’m just trying to get you…” he squeezed his friend’s privates gently, “...ready for the fun we’re going to have tonight.” He continued to stare straight into Delker’s eyes. ”Cause that’s why we got together, right? To have some fuuuuun?” he nodded slowly and smiled as the Pikachu’s head began moving up and down in agreement.

But then Delker blinked, and his nodding came to a halt. “W-wait… But… But I’m not gay.” he turned away from Borrick’s gaze, struggling to think and pull himself back together. Upon looking down and seeing his friend’s hand groping his junk, as well as his saliva-stained shirt his eyes widened in disbelief and…

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Now where do you think you’re going, bub?” Borrick chuckled as he quickly moved his hand from Delker’s crotch to his chin, pulling on it until his friend was staring at him point-blank again.

Borrick continued to chuckle as the Pikachu was once again captivated by the flowing colors. As the confusion oozed in his brain, the dumbfounded Pikachu didn’t know what to do besides issue a few goofy guffaws along with his buddy.

Borrick expected to see his trusty hypnotic rings manifesting themselves in his friend’s eyes any moment now, and he knew that if he was going to accomplish his goal tonight, the trance would have to be far deeper than it was.

Truthfully, he was impressed by how Delker was able to hold his composure well enough at this range to keep them out of his eyes altogether, not to mention staying flaccid amongst all the groping. Either he was getting rusty or his friend had a willpower stronger than a psychic-type. He had to fabricate a way to break his defenses down.

Then a wild idea entered his head. He slowly repositioned his arm around his friend’s shoulders and placed his hand on the back of his friend’s head.

“Hey, pal. I was wondering if you could do a little something for me?” he began scratching Delker’s head to ease and comfort his mind.

Borrick knew he hadn’t taken time to shower in the last few days, and with a body as large as his, sweating was almost a constant occurrence.

“Here, bub” he lifted up his shirt and leaned back, his massive exposed belly wobbling like gelatin until coming to a stop. He began pushing his friend’s head toward his belly slowly while carefully maintaining ever-important eye contact. “I need you to go ahead and tell me if you think I need to jump in the shower tonight.” And with that, he slowly forced Delker’s head face-first into the biggest, softest part of his bulging gut. The small black nose entered his deep, dark belly-button as his face continued sinking deeper and deeper into the warm, soft, brown, fuzzy flesh.

Using one hand to continue shoving the Pikachu’s face further into his belly, Borrick wrapped his other thick arm snugly around his friend’s torso, knowing what was about to happen.

As Borrick's gut began to completely engulf Delker's face, the Pignite began to hear quiet, muffled groans coming from his friend. He maintained a strong grip on his friend's body, and readied himself for the Pikachu to start regaining some mental clarity.

Soon Delker's vocal protests grew louder and louder. He began to push frantically against Borrick to free his head from the pig's steel grasp. But the pig knew he wouldn't have to wait much longer for…

And there it was: the first inhale. All the sweaty, musky scents that his hefty body had worked up over the last few days traveled straight up Delker's nasal passage and into his brain. For the next few seconds, he went completely still and silent, his mind totally distracted from the task of escaping.

After the wave of the first breath shocked his brain, Delker's subsequent grunts and physical efforts were significantly less vigorous, and Borrick knew it was only a matter of time before his pal's mind was musk-zoned into oblivion. He smiled and chuckled at his friend's useless flailing and waited for Delker to take his next breath. The Pikachu tried his best to avoid another mind-numbing whiff, but inevitably he inhaled a second time, and once again the big, smelly gut completely overwhelmed him. He ceased his weak flailing momentarily, and breathed out a grunt that faded slowly into a sigh.

Borrick continued to giggle as Delker took his third… fourth… fifth breath. His friend grew more dazed and limp each time, completely abandoning any effort to break free. Borrick relaxed his grip on his friend and sat back. For the next few minutes, he simply watched Delker's head rise and fall with his belly. He rubbed his bulge as he imagined how the Pikachu must be feeling as the odor seeped into his brain and flooded it entirely.

Soon Borrick was ready to see if his idea had worked. He grabbed his friend’s shoulders, lifted him up off his oversized gut, and watched as his head bobbed around a bit with a completely blank stare.

“How’d ya like that, bub? Think I need a shower”

Delker’s bottom lip moved but nothing came out. Well, nothing but another strand of saliva which drizzled over the Greek letters on his shirt. “Uh…. I….”

The Pignite spoke up before he could say anything else, “I’ll take that as a ‘no’, kid.” Then with a wink, he draped his arm over Delker’s shoulders again, pulled him in close, and smiled at him mischievously. “So are you ready to try this again?” he asked teasingly.

The Pikachu was obviously attempting to clear his mind, his eyes twitching with effort under the immense mental weight of the odor from Borrick’s big, sweaty belly. “W-what… Not re-... ready…”

Borrick delayed just a little longer, enjoying the sight of Delker struggling to bring himself together while his mind swam in all the belly musk he had inhaled earlier. His friend’s glazed-over half-lidded eyes blinked hard a couple times trying to refocus on his surroundings, but in the end it was a futile effort. One which Borrick was ready to put a pleasurable end to.

He slowly pushed a couple of vivid green and magenta rings out of the center of his eyes and used his hand to guide Delker’s gaze directly into his. “Heeeeeeere we go, bub.” he practically sang as the rings accelerated and enveloped his eyes entirely. He watched as Delker’s eyes jumped wide open and a gasp escaped his mouth.

“Now let’s see if we can make you gay.” Borrick said with a smirk of new confidence that his friend’s defenses had been shattered.

“B-but I’m…” the Pikachu was struggling immensely staring straight into the rippling hues. “I’m n-not… ...gaaaaay?” He was clearly losing what focus he had left, made evident as the statement came out as a question instead. That momentary mental break allowed a bright magenta ring to appear in the outer edges of both of his eyes. They slowly expanded toward the center, oozing and pulsing their way into his vision.

Borrick grinned upon seeing this sign of progress, and groped his friend’s crotch again. He laughed, “Just enjoy yourself, bub. Keeeep on starin’.”

Delker’s eyes widened to their full extent, and the rings continued to fill more and more of his eyes, distracting him and flushing increasing amounts of concentration from his mind. The poor Pikachu couldn’t even muster enough focus to prevent a couple of beautifully bright green rings from seeping into his eyes as well.

The colors squeezed and squeezed in on his pupils, reducing them to tiny black dots. Delker used every ounce of resistance he had left to slow them down, but it was a fruitless effort. With two audible *pops*, his pupils surrendered to the colors, and his eyes bulged out hysterically. His pleasured brain forced a few loud, goofy chuckles out of his mouth, which began to quiver further and further upward into a mindless grin. He allowed Borrick to pull him in closer until their foreheads were touching. Now all he could do was enjoy the full unimpeded wave of mind-melting hypnosis pulsing in his friend’s eyes.

Borrick gave a rich, hearty chuckle, “There we go. Now was that so hard, bub?”

Delker just laughed stupidly and stared straight forward letting the colors pour through his eyes and empty out all the thoughts in his head.

“Damn, dude. You made that waaay harder than last time.” Borrick said, still pressing their heads firmly together. He reached up and gave Delker’s head a couple scratches. “Still ended up with the same stupid grin on you face though, didn’t ya, pal?”

Borrick caught himself, “Oh that’s right… You probably don’t even remember last time, do ya, bub?” he laughed. “You were really getting to be a little bit of a douche, with the gym, and the girls, and all the ‘bro’ talk. You even starting blowing off game night with me, tsk, tsk, tsk…” He continued to scratch Delker’s head.

“So I made up my mind that it was time for a little… ...adjustment.” he lifted Delker’s shirt and sunk a finger into his friend’s belly fat. “You know, just to teach you how to be a little more… ...well-rounded.” He circled a finger around the Pikachu’s deep navel before sliding it all the way in.

Delker just laughed mindlessly at himself, not really registering that his friend was making fun of his journey to big boy status. He continued to stare at the rings with bulging eyes.

Borrick held Delker’s head with both hands, driving the hypnosis deep into his brain. “But anyway, bub, let’s try this again. What do ya say? Ready to join me on the homo side?”

“Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh-huh-huuuuh-huuuuuuuuh” the Pikachu could only utter a weird mix between a giggle and a blatant sign of pleasurable confusion.

“Oh, that’s a ‘yes’ if I ever did hear one, pal.” Borrick answered. He lowered a hand to Delker’s crotch, but was shocked to feel a flaccid member hiding under the fabric. That couldn’t be right. Was Delker still resisting somehow? Was something in his mind still fighting the urge to pop his first stiffy for a male?

Borrick groped and rubbed his friend’s crotch up and down, around in circles, firmly for a couple minutes. No luck. He tried changing the speed of his hypnotic rings, pulsing them them, making them thick and thin… And yet another stream of drool rolled down Delker’s chin and onto his shirt. But still no sign of arousal.

Borrick felt it was time to try something a little more creative. Maintaining eye contact with Delker, he slipped a thumb underneath his waistband and stretched it enough to wiggle his other hand inside. Considering how sexually aroused this situation had made him, his fingers met a hard, thick pole, just aching to be touched. He pulled the elastic up and over it, and began to use his other hand to pleasure himself with long, firm strokes. Almost clinching his eyes in hormonal bliss, he shot them back open, knowing that a slip-up could allow just enough sense to leak back into Delker’s brain and ruin the entire plan. He had to keep them open, keep the spirals flowing, keep his friend’s mind flooded with fresh amusement.

Up and down his hand went on his cock… Up and down… Until he felt the wetness on the tip - exactly what he was looking for. He smeared the drop of pre all over the end of his finger, and then the next drop, and the next, until his finger was covered in the slippery, syrupy fluid. Snapping the elastic back over his boner and under the curve of his large belly, he brought the pre-coated finger to Delker’s mouth, which was almost closed.

Borrick teased him again, “Alrighty, bub. You ready to pitch a tent for your best friend? Give me a little company over here in Homoville?” Delker’s jaw dropped slowly and as he began to laugh at himself yet again, the Pignite slipped his finger into his friend’s mouth, spreading his pre all over Delker’s tongue. Delker went completely stiff. His lips closed around Borrick’s finger before it pulled out with a small pop.

“U-u-uuuuuuuhhhhh…” was all the poor Pikachu could mentally muster. Then suddenly, the rings flowing through his eyes, started… ...shifting? They throbbed, contorted into random, abstract shapes, converged at a point that was now moving all over the place. Probably quite indicative of what was going one inside Delker’s head, Borrick thought. The Pikachu moaned quietly as the sexual attraction to males was progressively taking hold. His eyes twitched for a bit, possibly with the remnants of a last-ditch effort to save the sexual part of his identity... Then he swallowed, and they burst open as wide as they could, and he erupted into a short, hysterical bit of laughter. His eyes were filled with the unmistakable pattern of a cock and balls, pulsing uncontrollably with the same enticing colors. And within just a few seconds, Delker’s penis jumped to life, no groping required. It throbbed up, up, up, until it was stretching the front of his short obscenely.

Borrick chuckled, pulling his friend in close again, “There’s the big boy. I knew he’d come around eventually. So what made you change your mind, bub?” he continues to chuckle and hypnotize the helpless Pikachu. “Was it these colors in my eyes?” Delker was smiling from ear to ear. He had never experienced this much pleasure in his life.

“Well, I think it’s time we had some real fun tonight, wouldn’t you agree, bub?” Borrick asked as he began sensually removing his shorts, revealing his tight underwear outlining a comically large, throbbing tent. ‘Cause I need someone to help me out with my boner, and based on that expression… ...I’m guessing you wouldn’t have any more objections to that, would you, pal?” Delker just smiled and followed Borrick’s eyes, never wanting to lose sight of them.

“Oh, and another thing…” he said removing his underwear, letting his cock spring upward. He laid back against the armrest, his crotch pointed directly at his friend. “After we get back to gaming, why don’t you let me win the next one, ok, bub?”

Delker nodded slightly and leaned forward hazily, until his face was stuffed firmly in Borrick’s chubby crotch.

“And look who said he wasn’t gay…” Borrick sighed in relaxation and scratched Delker’s head, thrilled with how this night was turning out.
1