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Caption Series - The Scholarship

Benji hadn't quite expected this to be the outcome when Stanford had offered him a sports scholarship. He didn't quite make the grades to get in when he got his results back, but then the scholarship offer had come in as part of a 'new program' they were trying. As a slightly overweight guy that never really exercised and definitely wasn't on any of his school's sports teams it had been a highly confusing offer, but he wasn't going to turn it down.

So off he went to Stanford to find out what exactly this sports scholarship they were giving to the nerdy physics student was.

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As it turned out it was wildly different from anything he expected. In an effort to get more people into sports they were offering special 'scholarships' in secret to a select few students, with a whole new appearance and identity to go with it. Whenever Benji slid on the bright red singlet he was Brad, the beefy wresting jock.

Adjusting to being Brad for the wrestling meetings was tough for Benji at first. His body was even heavier than his regular self, and there was all this knowledge about how to wrestle as well as enough info about Brad to get by.

After half a semester's worth of time had passed though Benji began to enjoy it. The power behind Brad's body, people's attitudes towards him, and the lustful stares he got from his fellow teammates all added up to him loving his time as Brad. He'd slide the singlet on when he was in his dorm room alone sometimes just to get that rush back; wear it under clothes so he could go out as Brad and spend time with his new wrestling bro's; anything to be Brad for longer.

The university was thrilled to hear he was having such a good time with his scholarship, so much so they offered him a deal; win the upcoming championship and they'd let him become Brad forever.

Brad wasn't worried in the slightest.

It was late at night, and I had a long drive ahead of me returning from visiting my family. I pulled into a nearby truck stop to take a break; already intimidated by all the vehicles parked up that were so much larger than mine, I was even more tense walking past all the drivers who were just as massive. Ignoring their staring and sneering at the puny guy who’d wandered into their territory, I walked straight to the bathroom to freshen up before I continued my journey.

But when I turned towards the exit, it was suddenly blocked by the muscular arm of a tall, rugged stranger who was eyeing me up and down. He took advantage of my hesitation to walk closer, making me instinctively back away from him until I hit the wall behind me. He leaned in close with his arms either side of me, his face mere inches away from mine so that I could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke to me. “Hey there. Driving around all day has got me hankering for a filing meal. I was wondering if you wanted to help me out with that?”

His large, firm beer belly had my body pinned to the wall, forcing me to submit to the powerful musk that hung in the atmosphere around him, particularly from the dark, damp patches of sweat beneath his pits. I was surprised he didn’t just grab me right away, instead allowing me to struggle gently beneath his weight. I was trying to avoid eye contact at first as I thought it might scare me into giving up entirely, but after a quick glance I noticed his expression had some friendliness mixed into his tough, intimidating expression. “Don’t be scared, little fella. I’m a nice guy, only gonna eat you if you give me permission. But before you answer, just think about how great it would feel sliding down into my warm, cozy stomach.”

After saying that, he began to lick my neck slowly and seductively. He enjoyed toying with me as he patiently waited for me to stop squirming, confident that I would submit to his desires in the end. And he was right. If being swallowed would feel anywhere near as sensual as getting tasted like this, he’d already done enough to convince me. I couldn’t resist rubbing my hands around his belly while I imagined what it would feel like to be inside it.

“So what do you say, will you fulfil your true purpose and become my dinner?” I quietly whimpered the word “yes” in response and allowed him to pull my shirt over my head before it was suddenly engulfed by his maw. Having teased me enough, he quickly swallowed my shoulders so he could get to the good stuff, tasting the nervous sweat soaked into my pits and chest hair as he devoured me. I moaned at the feeling of being massaged by his gullet that was tightly sealed around me, but there was far more pleasure yet to come.

He pulled off my pants and toyed with my hard cock, his wet tongue coiled around my shaft as it stroked the full length over and over until I bust my salty load into his mouth. Using his strength he was able to force my legs down his throat soon after, his stomach only slightly swelling out as my scrawny body curled up inside him. The man let out a thunderous belch as he admired himself in the mirror, letting me know how satisfied he was in a much more aggressive tone now that he knew he didn’t need to befriend me. “Right where you belong, you delicious little fucker. Now be a good piece of meat and stay nice and still while my gut churns you up.”

I should have been scared, but something just felt so right about becoming a meal for this big man, perhaps because he’d made it feel like it was my choice. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensations of being digested alive, feeling his stomach acid slowly break me down into nourishment for his body.

Mohammad

Mohammad had just finished freshening up after a hot shower. He needed some time to wind down after a pretty busy day at the office. He had a whole routine planned for his evening to recharge his batteries, which started with a steaming hot soak in the shower.

After he stepped out of the bathroom, Mohammad proceeded to put on a pair of freshly washed sweatpants and a tank top. He then went on to change the bed sheets on his bed. Then, after turning on the TV to Hulu, the doorbell rang. Mohammad hurried to his door and brought in his ramen order from Postmates. He smacked his lips as he brought it into his room, the aroma of the pork broth filling his nose.

Mohammad enjoyed slurping his ramen as he watched some Hulu original movie. Although the plot was pretty stupid, the comedy was on point. Once the movie was done, Mohammad threw his head back in pure bliss and a full stomach. He laid there on his cotton pillows, feeling satisfied with everything he had treated himself to. Though he was feeling content, Mohammad couldn’t fall asleep just yet. That’s when he hopped out of bed and went over to his dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and gazed upon his jockstrap collection. Between various colors and styles, his jockstrap collection was as impressive as it was extensive. Mohammad liked using a different jockstrap for every guy he hooked up with. His collection grew little by little over the years until he had a whole drawer full of jockstraps, each one tied to a specific body.

“There it is,” Mohammad said as he plucked out a blue jockstrap with a drawstring on the crotch. He held it to his nose and gave it a deep sniff, inhaling the smell of his old cum and the sweat from the guy who topped him. Even though Mohammad couldn’t remember his name anymore, he loved wearing it. Mohammad remembered how that guy was dead set on bottoming, but he managed to convince him to try topping him. Now, after getting cummed in, he had a jockstrap tied to him too.

Mohammad slipped the blue jockstrap on and instantly felt his body begin to transform. His hair began to grow out longer, his beard filled in to a scruffier length, and body hair sprouted out all along his body. His twink body started growing girth, matching the beefy body of the guy who had topped him. His butt inflated slightly to match the furry otter’s ass, and he felt the jockstrap get tighter around the crotch as his new dick grew in size. Within a minute, Mohammad was an exact copy of the otter he had fucked.

“Ahhh… How I’ve missed this body!” Mohammad said as he cupped one of his hairy pecs. He then proceeded to download Scruff, ready for a hookup. One good fuck was all Mohammad needed to make an already great self care night into a perfect one.

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