Date: Sun, 6 Sep 2009 00:23:37 -0700 From: Matt Subject: My hole has a mind of it's own Part Three "My hole has a mind of it's own" Part three by wootel@gmail.com =============================== I was sliding in a kind of nylon/spandex cloth. Sliding? I couldn't seem to see my own body, I felt so small, so liquified. I felt the cloth I was trapped in, and recognized it immediately as my favorite piece of clothing ever: a speedo. So now I was in a speedo? I realized it was dark now. Where was I? What was I? I must be dreaming or something, but considering the events that had taken place earlier, I wouldn't be surprised if I had transformed into something by now. It wasn't as much of a dream as it was a memory. A flashback of some sort. Suddenly, a bright light hit me. I moved to the edge of the speedo to take a better look at the source and where I was. I was in a locker, one of the lockers in the locker room, and in front of me was Jake. Jake, the swimming teammate I had run into much earlier. He grabbed the speedo, me along with it. He whispered to me, "It's time I put you to work," and he grinned to me. I wiggled back to my master, my creator. New thoughts seemed to flood my mind, thoughts that weren't mine. Jake made me, I don't remember how, but I know he made me, and he was giving me a mission. "Once you reach your target, you will forget about listening to me, the target will be your new pet, and your new master." He walked me over to my locker, to the targets locker, and opened the lock. How did he know my combination? Had he been watching me? Planning this? He took out my red damp speedo, still not dry from yesterday's practice. I remembered, I had lost my speedo on Friday... hadn't I? And then... someone... "Josh..." he sighed as he sniffed my speedo shyly. He stuffed it into his backpack. He whispered to me, "I hope you've been doing well in my locker, I'm sorry I couldn't keep you at home." I wiggled a bit. He laid me back in his locker softly, fatherly, and a few seconds later, I heard students entering the locker room. "Goodbye," he whispered. It must've been the break before swim practice, because I heard my team mates flood the locker room, loud voices, laughs, the usual. Jake began to undress and wear my, or Josh's, speedo. I noticed his cock was already semi-hard, and it seemed bigger than average, a bit bigger than my own. I felt my liquid self shake a bit, and I realized I didn't have that. What was I? Why was I seeing this? And then, I came in. Me, Josh. I saw in front of me what I had seen Friday last week. "Shit, someone broke into my locker!" I yelled. I opened it and saw that my speedo was missing, "Fuck!" "Sucks for you man"s and "Bad luck"s were said around me, and then Jake walked up to me, "Hey Josh, I've got a spare one if you'd like," he said, nervously. I remember the feeling I had when he told me that, relief, "Fuckin' thanks man! I owe you one," as he Jake handed me over to myself. I saw myself get naked, and felt myself tremble a bit. Why didn't I look into the speedo as I put it on? Why didn't I notice the wetness at the bottom? Did I assume it was just a normal damp speedo? All our speedos are damp cause they don't dry that quickly overnight. I must've assumed it was normal. As I slipped myself on, I felt myself see my target, my asshole. I went in, slowly, quietly, it was warm, dark, soft. I remember I had felt a tingle when I first put the speedo on, I thought it was the coldness of it, nothing else. But no, I had been embedded some sort of liquid, a solution of some sort. I knew what I was now, I was what had caused my asshole to come to life, have a mind of it's own. I felt myself absorb into the walls of my ass, it felt so right. I had found the target Jake had been talking about constantly. I was becoming the hole of such an amazing stud, of myself. So much movement had exhausted me, I fell asleep inside the walls, not knowing when I'd wake up, a Monday morning, eager to start a new life as an asshole. I slowly came to, and found myself on my bed, face down, my ass up. I yawned and stretched, remembering the dream I had. "Was it you who was showing that to me? Was I... you?" I said to my ass, caressing it softly. I felt a throb, a yes. "So it was Jake that gave you to me?" Another throb. I felt it being shy, almost like a pet. It was the opposite of what it was this morning, devouring my briefs. It must have been hungry from it's weekend long slumber in the walls of my asshole, turning into it slowly. I felt it needing approval almost. "You've been a good boy," I said, and a drew my index finger across my hole, and felt it wiggle with delight. I would have to talk to Jake, I thought, and then I felt a sharp throb, a no? Could it hear my thoughts? Another throb, more gently this time. "Why can't I talk to Jake?" I thought. I felt my asshole pull me up and to my desk, and I knew I must've looked like a puppet being dragged by a string connected to it's ass. I pushed myself on top of my desk, giving it access to whatever it needed, like how it wanted the cucumber. I felt my hole clamp onto a pen, and slowly slide over my prostate, "Fuck boy, careful now... you want to write?" I felt my hole throb again. Shit, I've never even thought about writing with your asshole... I squatted over my desk and let my hole write write onto the papers that were there. It then spitted the pen back out, and I got off my desk. The paper read, "Must not see him yet, too soon." That I gathered already, but when could I talk to him? It wasn't that I was enjoying this, it was absolutely amazing, and I was surprised I hadn't spurted a magnificent load yet, maybe this had been affected as well. I felt a warm throb, and my cock jump. It must have some control over my cock as well, but it didn't seem as much as it did on my hole. "So you will tell me when I can talk to him?" I felt another gentle throb. I felt that I had to obey my hole, after all, I had no control over it, who knew what it could do when it was mad. That night I laid on my bed with my legs up and back to my head. I rubbed my hole, petting it like a new puppy, and I could feel it purring, whimpering under my finger. I didn't want to do anything too rough yet, I didn't know how much my baby could handle. I asked it various questions. I learned that I would never have to shit again, the potion affected my digestive system, anything that I (or it) ate, would be taken straight to my hole and body muscles, giving it and me more strength. I also learned that it could produce lube voluntarily, and a lot of it, I dubbed it "ass drool", seeing as I was comparing my hole to a puppy anyway. I took a trip downstairs for a cup of warm milk before going to bed, something I'd been doing since I was little. As I was warming the milk, the door to the house opened, and I saw my father and brother walk in, both looking exhausted. "Hey lil bro," my brother said to me as he strode past, slapping me on my bare ass as he usually did whenever he saw me. Normally I'd return the favor, but this sent vibrations to my hole, which led me to squeak a bit. My father noticed the squeak, and seemed worried, "What's wrong? Are you okay?" "I'm good Dad, just.. tired, that's all." "Aren't we all, been a very busy day", he grinned sleepily, and patted me on the ass as well, but this time my hole was prepared, and only light throbbed, and I felt it ooze a bit of it's ass drool. Thank goodness my Dad didn't notice, as he began to strip off and walk upstairs to his room. Alone finally, I gave a sigh, and wiped off the drool with my finger, and licked it off, "Delicious as usual boy." I whispered, and it throbbed proudly. I drank my milk and felt the milk tremble throughout my body, the new digestive system in effect. I trotted back upstairs to my bed, and slept again, naked as usual, and I could swear I heard my asshole snore as well. My dad was right, it had been a very, very, busy day. To be continued... =============================== Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! ;) ------------------------------------------------------- Questions/Comments @ wootel@gmail.com ===============================