Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2018 17:54:33 +0300 From: Nick Pecman Subject: American Horror Porn Chapter 2 DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and aimed only at entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble seperating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. To the readers, Please email me at if you enjoyed the story and wanna see more. Don't forget to donate to nifty to keep this site of erotic fiction going. Note: I know I take long with the setups, but I just find the climax to be way hotter this way. Hope you understand and don't grow too impatient with me :) AMERICAN HORROR PORN by Nick Pecman Chapter 2: The Seed Sprouts Justin Myer decided it was best not to think any more about the weird memories of the previous evening. Instead he though it'd be best to dismiss the entire thing as the most peculiar wet dream ever and that's that. He was starting his new life, on his own. Things were bound to get weird anyway, there was nothing to worry about. So he just went on to make his daily plan as usual. He would get breakfast, post a story of it on instagram. Then after a couple of hours he would hit the gym, where another story was bound to follow, featuring his sponsor's tanktop this time, a super loose black tank-top that slipped around on his torso with every step, nipples slipping all the time, and easy to take off by just sliding it off the shoulders. Then after workout he'd take his supplement which also needed to get their own promotion, then head home to have lunch, and then arrange a meeting with Jennifer to stage a romantic dinner-date for the evening. "Busy day" he thought to himself, as he pictured him and Jennifer at dinner, boring each other to death. He was getting sick of it, but knew it was great for business. "Maybe I should find another business..." he thought, without realizing how fast he was now to start thinking outside the box. His life had turned out so great, he'd normally never try to think of ways to change it up or be ungrateful about it. Yet he had just done so. "I could get more money selling even more sex..." his mind wandered. He was already posing semi-nude all the time. Promoting his sponsors and also the "sexually liberated" lifestyle, which was basically just like saying "nudity rocks". "It's hardly enough..." Justin's mind thought of this, "I can sell so much more". His phone then rang, interrupting his train of thought. He felt kind of relieved and rushed to answer it. It was Lance. "Hey, bro. How was your first night after all?" Lance asked lovingly. "It was fine... Had kind of strange dreams, but slept well overall" "Strange dreams huh? Like what?" Lance insisted. Justin took a moment. "I don't really remember, bro... just kind of creepy I guess" "I see... well, hopefully won't last long. Probably just your adjusting period" "Yeah..." "What are your plans for tonight?" Lance asked. "Tonight? Is it like a special occassion that I'm forgetting?" Justin wondered and went to check his calendar on the wall. "Well, you could say so... Halloween is coming up and people start throwing parties and stuff..." "Oh yeah... man I totally forgot with all this..." Justin said thinking about it. "Dude, you said you'd go as Khal Drogo and Jennifer would be Khaleesi... is it not happening?" "Shit, man... I don't know. Damn, actually I think my brother is having a party tomorrow night..." "Wyatt?" "Yeah... he'd been really into it the past two weeks. He's crazy about Halloween" Justin scoffed. "Well I don't blame him. We'd better show up. Me and the guys can go as your Dothraki soldiers" Justin laughed. "That would be awesome, bro" he said. "Cool then it's a date!" Lance exclaimed. They hang up the phone leaving Justin wondering how to fit even more stuff onto his schedule. His brother Wyatt was such a weirdo. Justin never really got him. But people seem to admire his darker, artistic mind and whilst Justin was always the more popular one, it still bothered him that Wyatt had his own following. Wyatt had no work ethic. He was constantly getting fired from stupid jobs, waiting tables, cleaning dishes, picking up garbage. And he didn't even care. He was only focused on his art. Halloween was his New Year's Day. He almost planned his whole year around it. This year he was poised to makeover their entire family house into a Haunted Castle. And Michael, their father let him, because Wyatt was like the disabled kid of the family who they couldn't say "no" to out of sensitivity. Something that Justin felt was totally unfair, but never spoke up about it. Besides, Justin was a hardworker that never took too much time thinking about stuff, he just focused on his actions and let life pass. So he quickly got out of his train of thought and had breakfast. Then after time passed he got ready for gym and left his appartment. As he was walking on the street, he felt people staring at him. Some smiling, others kind of giving him looks of shame cause of his loose tanktop. Nothing unusual for Justin. But... he could feel a different type of stares this time. As if actually all of the stares had the same hidden meaning behind them. The people who stared at him all had the same look. The look that a sailor would get entering a whorehouse after a long trip in the sea. Lust. Justin hadn't felt that so intensely ever before. It was as if they were all about to grab him right there on the street and rip off all of his clothes. None of them did so, but still it made Justin uncomfortable for the first time. He tried to shake his mind off of those thoughts and ignore the stares. His gym was a few blocks away, something that was now super convenient with his new place. Before he'd always have to take the subway for about half an hour to get from the suburbs downtown. He got to the gym and greeted Mike the buff guy at the reception. Mike was a brute and once Justin passed by, he turned like a wild animal that had just caught the smell of his prey in the distance and stared at Justin. There was something different about him today. Like he was carrying a different aura around him. A new scent drifting off him. People in the gym took notice too, although much more discreet than Mike the brute. Justin started his routine. He felt the inexplicable and intense desire to workout his chest today. And so he did. He started off with bench presses. With each pump he felt his pecs pump and grow. Literally. When he finished his first set he got up and looked in the mirror in front of him. His pecs indeed had grown. Just from one set. What the fuck? Justin couldn't grasp what was happening. It took him years of hard training to bloat up his pecs to the level he did and now with just one set they had got upgraded. He took his one minute break and then laid back again for a second set. Again he felt the same way and once he was done with the set he got up and saw his pecs had become larger yet again. "How the fuck..." he muttered to himself. He kept on repeating the same process over and over and his pecs grew a little bit with each pump. After 5 sets his chest was visibly a lot bigger than when he had entered the gym. Nearly doubled in size. People around him took notice obviously, having already caught his new scent, now staring at his massive pecs in marvel. The tank top now hardly being able to cover them up, his nipples constantly slipping off the sides of the loose fabric. Justin felt a little uncomfortable and pointlessly tried to pull the fabric over the sides of his pecs to cover it up as much as he could. Impossible. He finished with the bench presses and decided to not workout his chest anymore as it was already obscenely big. His next thought that passed his mind was to workout his glutes. Without being able to explain his desire once again. He went on to do squats. And the same thing that happened to his pecs now reoccured to his glutes. With each set of squats he felt his tight bubble butt, grow and stick out more. And it was indeed happening. He finished 5 sets of squats before deciding to stop as his ass had grown to a Kim Kardashian equivalent of male tight ass. Guys in the gym were staring and whispering to each other. Some even more indiscreetly were biting their lips, letting out moans of admiration and lust and some even went on to take photos of Justin. Justin didn't know what to do. But then a voice told him. "Hey, Justin! Get over here" it was a man's voice. Justin turned and saw coach Carl, one of the gym's personal trainers, motioning at him. He quickly walked over, hoping this would make the guys stop staring as much. "Justin, these guys over here are new members of our gym" Coach Carl said pointing at three youngsters beside him. The boys seemed to be the types that had just finished highschool, nevering having lifted a weight ever and deciding it was about time they worked on their bodies. "I would like you to be my specimen for my presentation, if you don't mind" Coach Carl continued "I will go around the gym showing them our equipment and I'd like you to demonstrate their use" "Sure thing" Justin said, feeling a little unease, as he could clearly see the three youngsters and Coach Carl staring at his newly grown tits and ass, all the while. "Wonderful! Let's proceed" Coach said. They walked around, Coach giving them a briefing on every equipment and Justin demonstrating the most peculiar of them. The rest of his muscles didn't seem to react to the exercises the way his pecs and glutes had. He remained lean and muscular all over, except now his pecs were sticking out non-symmetrically to the rest of his physique and his tight bubble butt seemed like he had implants. After finishing a set on the abmaster, Justin stood in front of the youngsters and Coach walked behind him. "How is your chest so big?" one of the youngsters asked nearly in hypnotic state. Justin wasn't ready for that and froze in awkwardness. "That is a really good question" remarked Coach Carl, like he expected it. Justin felt uncomfortable but before he could even process it, he felt Coach's hands coming around from his back and groping his pecs from below. "You see Justin here has indeed one of the most developped pectoral muscles I myself have ever seen" Coach Carl continued as if this was still part of his demonstration. He groped the muscletits giving them a few squeezing and placing his hand beneath the loose fabrics. "Aaah..." Justin let out in kind of shock and pleasure. "Justin is undoubtably one of our most dedicated fitness models and if he puts something in that little mind of his he is bound to get it" Coach carried on. The three youngsters were observing as the middleaged man was groping Justin's muscletits in awe, gazing like their souls were abandoning their bodies. In their shorts, their erections were starting to become visible. Coach Carl's groping action cause the loose fabric of the tanktop to slide between Justin's deep pec cleavage, thus exposing fulling the two round meaty pectits. "So it was only natural, since he decided he wanted to focus his workouts on his chest, that his chest had developped like no other's in this gym" Coach Carl finished his speech. His hands still groping the massive muscles and his fingers caressing over the man's large nipples. Justin was letting out soft moans and grunts, a combination of lust and complaint. Not quite able to let go. "Justin, if you don't mind, I think the boys would like to have a better look" Coach said. "What..." Justin began to utter, but then Coach had already began sliding the straps of the sponsor's tanktop off Justin's shoulders. The loose fabric slid right off, uncovering the massive pecs completely and then sliding down Justin's waist and to the floor. Justin was now standing topless in the middle of the gym with his new set of pectits in full display. Everyone could see and they were all focused on him, but none more than the three youngsters who seemed to have lost their minds over the sight in front of them. For their first day at the gym, they were sure not expecting this. "Check it out, guys. Two massive mounts of pure muscle, pectoral growth at its finest" Coach said giving Justin's pectits a few more squeezes from behind. Justin was speechless. He just let out another grunt as Coach squeezed his tits. "Can I...?" asked one of the youngsters in hypnotic state. "Of course, they are on display aren't they?" Coach Carl said. The young man nodded and took a step forward right in front of Justin. He extended his hand and slowly and cowardly dared to place it on top of Justin's left pec. "Aaahh..." the young man let out as he felt the massive pec in his hand... and instantly jizzing his shorts. "Take it easy there, bud, got a little two excited" Coach Carl joked, like this type of thing could happen anytime. "How bout you boys? Wanna cup a feel?" Coach Carl said to other two, while pressing Justin's tits from below, presenting them to the horny, superhard youngsters. "S-sure..." said one of the other two and they both proceeded to walk forward. The one who had jizzed his pants, shamefully stepped aside and looked on the floor, giving his place to the other two. Trembling, their hands extended and placed themselves on both pecs at the same time. Justin let out a moan now. "Yeah... now you two seem to have better control, ain't that right?" Coach Carl joked looking at the third boy standing aside. "Oh my God..." mutter one of the other boys groping Justin's right pec. "Holy f-f-fu..." said the other one, but cut his phrase in half. Not because he shot his load like the previous one, but because he got overcome by the incoperable desire to put Justin's large nipple in his mouth. A desire which he immediately gave into. So now Justin was in the middle of his gym, topless, with Coach Carl right behind him, grabbing him by the waist, a youngster groping on his left pec while his friend was sucking on Justin's right pec's nipple. "What...?" Justin was able to let out as he stared at the boy sucking on his pec hungrily. "Your friend is rather spontagneous, ain't he?" said Coach Carl to the other boy who still had his mouth unoccupied. The boy nodded. "I bet you're also thinking of doing the same thing, but don't have the guts" Coach dared him. The youngster stared into Coach's eyes, then for a moment into Justin's shocked gaze, then down to the meaty pectit he was grabbing in his hands. Without second thought he leaned in and took the nipple in his mouth. Now both the youngsters were hungrily sucking Justin's newly grown pectits. "Yes... just like that" said Coach Carl. "Ummm..." Justin uttered uncomfortably. He looked around in the gym. Guys were staring everywhere. No one was working out, except for some girls, who seemed totally unaffected and unaware of what was going on. Some guys were filming the whole thing on their phones. "You like this Justin? Do you love it?" Coach Carl whispered in his ear. His voice seemingly deeper and more similar to the devlish man from the screen. "What... what are you..." Justin tried to ask something. "I know you do. Take it in, this is only the first taste" "Ahhh..." Justin let out feeling the boys sucking harder on his nipples. They now were meaning animalistic noises from their sucking action. Justin was losing it. He tossed his head back onto the Coach's shoulder and let out a deep moan. "Yeees... Justin that's it. Let go" Coach whispered in his ear with the demonic voice. "Mmmmm...." "LET GO" "AAAHHH" Justin moaned loudly. He pulled his head back up. There were no longer the boys there sucking on his pectits. The coach was no longer behind him. He looked around. He was at the gym and sweating like crazy. He had just finished his workout apparently. He put his hand on his chest. The size of them was still abnormally huge. He slowly placed his other hand on his ass. It still felt like he'd had implants in it. What the fuck was happening? He walked around a bit and felt his underwear wet. Like more wet than just sweat. He looked down and saw a wet spot forming. He had shot another load without realizing. He quickly head off to the locker room and then rushed to get in the shower. As he washed off he could clearly now see that his muscles were not going back to how they were. Even after the muscle recovery he did by stretching a bit, his pectits remained huge and his butt more bubbly and outsticking than ever. "What is happening to me?" he asked himself. He got out of the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist. Going to his locker he saw at the corner of the lockeroom, the three youngsters who had just subscribed to the gym. They were all changing like they had just finished their workout. They also all were giving quick glances at him and smirking. One of them whispered something in the other's ear as they both smirked at Justin. Justin was taken aback, but quickly resumed to his locker not wanting to seem weird or anything. What were they smirking about? Had they really sucked on his pecs before? Had he blacked out? No way. Nothing had happened. His mind was just playing silly games. He quickly got dressed and headed out the room. His jacket was now super tight around his chest, the zipper hardly able to close. And his trousers wrapped around his ass like a pair of leggings. He proceeded to head out the gym. At the reception Coach Carl was there talking to Mike the brute. "Keep up the pec growth, J!" Coach Carl remarked as Justin passed by. He also extended his hand in a rapid movement and gave Justin's right pec a quick punch. "Ah.." Justin let out taken aback, but quickly walked away, "yeah thanks, Coach" Justin walked out of the gym totally confused. He started heading home but he felt too weird. He wasn't sure what he should feel. Had his personal space just been violated? Had he just had a peculiar fantasy? Either way he knew he didn't want to be alone. He took out his phone and called his dad. "Hey, son, what's up?" Michael answered. "Hey, dad... ummm I know this is weird cause I just moved out, but..." Justin paused for a sec. "You're welcome anytime in your old home, son. You still have your own room intact" Justin exhaled in deep relief. "Thanks, dad, I'm on my way" Justin said and hang up the phone. He then proceeded to the nearest subway station. Michael Myer was in his office. Working hard on some number associated documents. As he was typing away on his computer and sipping his coffee, there was a knock on his door. "Come in" said Michael. The door opened and there was Mr. Dallas a man who was around 40 but happened to be Michael's boss. "Hey, Myer, how's it going with September's charts?" asked Dallas out of typicality. "It's good, sir. I'll have it ready on Monday" "Great, not worried" Dallas said coming in the office "I just wanted to give you a heads up" Behind Mr. Dallas came a young man, around 21 years old, stunningly beautiful. Blonde, green eyed, medium height and well built physique that was pretty apparent even underneath the tux suit he was wearing. "This is our new intern, Alex Robertson" Dallas said pointing at the young man. "I'm assigning you in charge to show our policies, schedules, and... just to find Robertson daily tasks to perform, alright?" Dallas looked at Michael, who was looking kind of stunned at the young man. Robertson was just smiling. "Yes. Perfect" Michael rushed to agree. "Great" said Dallas and then turned to look at Robertson "I think you'll find it a great, friendly environment, we respect all our employees and have absolutely no tolerance to sexual discrimination and any kind of harassment" Michael felt that this was completely unnecessary. "Thank you, sir" replied Robertson with a smile "that's very comforting" That was even weirder for Michael. But what Michael couldn't see was that, Alex Robertson, only had the looks he did to his own eyes. If Michael could see through Mr. Dallas perspective, he could see that Alex Robertson was a hot young blonde girl, equally stunning to the male version Michael was seeing. "I'll leave you two to get started" said Dallas and exited the office. The hot blonde girl kept on staring at him with a sneaky smile as he left the room. Once Dallas closed the door, Alex Robertson turned to look at Michael. Again looking like the hot blond hunk he was to Myer's eyes. "So, should I call you Alex?" Michael suggested. "Whatever is better for you, Mr. Myer" Alex said in a hypnotizingly smooth voice. "Great, so... Alex it is" Michael said "I'm going to have you help me with the mail" Alex nodded in compliance. "Just let me get it" said Michael proceeding to exit his office and go to a file cabinet in the corridor. Alex Robertson in rapid silent movements proceeded in taking a small vial out of his pocket and pouring its content right in Michael's mug of coffee. Then with equally fast and quiet moves, put the empty vial back in his pocket and stood still and smiling to the door. Michael came back in with a set of envelopes and papers in his hands. "Right now it's a mess, and what I need you to do is put each one in the right folder" he said pointing at a set of big folders in a bookcase in his office "according to the sender. OK?" Michael said looking at Alex Roberston with a hint of smile. "Sounds easy, Mr. Myer" Alex said taking the mess of papers from Mihael. "You can sit right here" Michael set pointing at a small coffeetable in the corner of his office with two armchairs on its sides. "Great, thanks" Alex said and proceeded to his work. Justin walked to his family house. Even standing outside he could tell Wyatt had been hard at work since yesterday. There were pumpkins, skeletons and bats all over the front lawn and patio. "Jesus..." Justin whispered to himself. He walked in the house. "Hello?" Wyatt popped out of the kitchen with a big bowl and a large spoon in his hands. "What are you doing here?" Wyatt asked a bit annoyed. "Nice to see you too" Justin replied equally annoyed. "You've been gone for like a day and a half, not a decade" said Wyatt and headed back to the kitchen. Justin shook his head and then looked around the house. The crazy decorations continued. And got even creepier. The walls were dressed with shadow figures and demonic patterns. Pentagrams, flame, horns. "You're having the party here?" Justin asked loudly. "Yes, not that it's any of your business anymore" Wyatt replied from the kitchen. Justin kept on walking around looking at the creepy shapes. All of which had now a new meaning for him after his weird experience last night. Then at the staircase he paused and really freaked out. There was a red devil in the middle floor of the stairs looking down on him smirking. The similarity to the one from his dream was uncanny. Justin felt a cold breeze down on his spine. After a few moments he felt he could move again and walked in the kitchen furiously. "What the hell is that on the stairs?" Justin asked Wyatt furiously. "What? It's a devil mannequin. Don't tell me it scares you?" said Wyatt barely looking at his brother. He was getting ready to bake a cake. "Maybe it does... why would you get that?" "It's Halloween" Wyatt said and looked up at his brother. He examined him. "Did you get bigger?" he asked puzzled. Justin looked down on himself. His new ballooned pecs were showing even underneath his jacket and he felt uncomfortable. "Did you move out to get... surgery?" Wyatt asked. Justin didn't get where Wyatt was going with this. "...what?" he asked confused. "Never mind" Wyatt said "point is you don't live here anymore. Of course you're invited to my party, but as a guest, not a host" Justin exhaled. There was no way he would win this one. "What are you making?" Justin asked defeated. "It's a pumpkin pie. I'm about to bake it" Wyatt said, wiping his hands on a towel, "but I need to go the bathroom for a minute. Excuse me" Wyatt walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs to the bathroom there. Justin looked at the unbaked pumpkin pie. He kept on staring at it. "Do it" the deep demonic voice whispered in his head. Justin freaked out, but couldn't seem to move. "Do it! Spread my seed" Justin felt his hardon press against his trousers. Letting out a deep moan he moved closer the unbaked cake. He pulled out his big hard dick and he started jerking it fast. Too fast. He moved closer, placing his dick's tip right above the cake. He jerked it faster. "Ahhh...ahhh" Justin moaned as his dick started shooting streams of white creamy cum. Right in the liquid yeast. "oohhh" Justin exhaled looking down at what he had done. He couldn't really process it but he pulled his dick back in the trousers, getting soft again. He saw his cum sinking in the yeast, and soon no sign of his action was visible. Just in time as Wyatt walked back in the kitchen. Wyatt froze in place as he checked Justin's ass out too. "Did you really get implants?" Wyatt whispered mostly to himself. "What?" Justin turned and looked at his brother. Wyatt stared deep into Justin's eyes. Justin returned the look. Both brothers felt like they didn't know who they were looking at. Like they were strangers, trying to figure each other out. Justin broke off the stare. "I should go change" he said and left the kitchen. Wyatt shook his head and then proceeded to put the cake in the oven. Justin went to his room upstairs and stripped down naked. He looked into his mirror and checked out the changes on his body. His pecs were rounder and his nipples slightly larger. They protruding far from his torso, almost like busty female breasts, but were shaped as pectoral muscles. He turned around looked at his ass. His cheeks were like they had two small watermelons attached inside them. He shook his head. "What's going on?" he asked himself. Not able to comprehend it, he decide to lay and his bed and take a nap. And so he did. As the day passed, Michael was about to exit his office and head home. But went on to take a restroom break just before he locked the door up. As he entered the men's bathroom, he was taken aback by the sight he saw right in the middle of the room. There was Mr. Dallas standing with his legs slightly spread open, head tilted back and grunting in lust. His arms were extended in front of him. And as it became clearer to Michael, Dallas was grabbing tightly onto Alex's head with both his hands and he was skullfucking him with a fury. Alex Robertson was on his knees on the restroom floor, between Dallas' legs and was taking the cock deep in his mouth, totally unaffected by the man's rough thrusts. Taking the deepthroat like a pro. Mr. Dallas was grunting a bit louder progressively. His thrusts were getting harder. He didn't seem to notice that someone had entered the restroom. Alex was aware though. He turned his eyes and fixated them upon Michael's gaze. Sneaky. Lustful. Michael returned the stare and felt his dick twitch in his pants. He got turned on watching the young adonis getting facefucked roughly. Something himself had thought about doing the moment he laid his eyes on the youthful, magnificent hunk. Something about Alex's looks was unworldly. Like it was created to attract and deceive. Mr. Dallas grunts peaked and he froze in place as he unloaded his cum into the willing Alex's mouth. As his orgasm subsided and he caught his breath again, he only then realized Michael was in the room. "Myer!" Dallas said shocked. Alex Robertson got up wiped his mouth and proceeded to exit the room. Before he left he turned and winked at Mr. Dallas in his hot girl form. Then left, leaving the awkward pause between the two men. "Look, I really stand by what I said before, about our policy and zero tolerance thing... whatever... but Alex came onto me. I honestly did nothing to cause this" Dallas rushed to explain. Michael stood confused. "Don't you have a wife...?" he asked. Dallas scoffed. "Yes... please, don't use this against me. If anything I was the victim here" Michael shook his head. Clearly Mr. Dallas didn't seem like the victim at all. "It's not that... it's just that... I wouldn't expect you to be attracted by..." Mr. Dallas giggled. "Are you kidding me? Who could possibly resist that?" Mr. Dallas said and re-arranged his tux. Michael thought about it. Dallas had a point. There was something really irresistable about Alex. But of course Dallas wasn't seeing the hot young man, but a slutty blonde girl. "Listen, please keep this between us and I can promise you, I won't let it happen again" Dallas said patting Michael on his shoulder. Michael nodded in compliance and Dallas exited the restroom. Now the only problem was Michael's raging hardon that still thrived in his pants.