Perspective shift: Miguel Enters

The past few weeks with Ivan have been the most amazing of my life. I don't know what's been happening to him, but his body has just exploded with muscle and... and... well, I don't know how to describe it really. It's like every time I see him he's more masculine and more sexy. The more I've hooked up with him the more I feel like I'm becoming addicted to the pleasure of his body. When we're apart, all I can think about is slurping on his fat dong, or better yet, getting reamed hard up the ass by him.

But that shit he pulled this morning in Prof. Hensley's class! I swear, it seemed like he was growing bigger on the stage! I managed to video most of his "speech" on my phone, and I spent every free minute replaying it. I swear he really was growing...

I was pretty disappointed he never texted me back all day, but the longer I waited the more worried I got that something might be wrong with him. So, of course, here I am, pounding on his door.

"Ivan! Dude, you in there?"

I lean toward the door and listen. I can hear heavy breathing and some slurping sounds.

I get a chill as waves of jealousy roll over me. I know Ivan probably has sex with loads of guys, but I can't help feeling let down.

I knock some more. No answer.

I mean, the guy's obviously not shy. The least he could do is let me know he's okay. I hear more moaning; I can't tell if they're moans of pleasure or pain.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Dude! Are you okay in there? I'm going to use my key."

My hands are shaky as I fumble for my master key. Either something really is wrong, or I'm about to interrupt a seriously impressive fuck session. Either way, I've got to know...

Pulling the door open, I step into the room and find Ivan laying on the floor in a pool of thick white spunk. He's grown. A lot. He's maybe nine feet tall, and his body is all swollen, bulging muscle. He looks like some kind of twisted fetish porn man, morphed beyond reason. His throbbing cock is as big around as my waist and it stretches at least four feet up his massive torso. The head of his cock comes up to Ivan's face, and he's in some sort of trance state. He just lays there and makes out with his cock slit as it drools more hot spooge all over him.

The smell in the room is incredible. I can barely breath, the barbarically masculine stench of his selfsuck-fest is so strong.

Ivan is muttering to himself, but it's not coherent. "More... more... I want to be bigger... huge... fuck... grow... Grow me more! GROW ME MORE!"

"No more. Too big already... we must find a new host." Ivan seems to be speaking to himself.

Then Ivan whines in dismay, "Don't leave me... stay! Grow me! Please...."

This is some real Smeagol/Gollum shit, here... I think to myself. I can't be sure, but it sure seems like Ivan has been possessed by something.

I'm not sure what to do.

On the one hand, Ivan needs my help. Maybe I could try to save him from whatever is influencing him.

On the other hand, whatever is doing this to Ivan is looking for a new host and I should probably jet before it realizes I'm here.

Then again: Ivan's transformation has been incredible to watch, but I'm tired of being a spectator. I'm getting hard just thinking about trying to be this thing's new host. What would it do to me? How would it change my life?