Cursed: Vintage Toy

 

 

 Confusion was the first thing Yi-jun could make sense of. Then, it was the pleasurable ache in his muscles as pecs heaved, heavier than they had any right to be. His ass was on the floor in nothing but briefs. Legs spread open, socks on both feet, and a toy Woody laying between them a grin on its face. Veins in Yi-jun’s forearm were pulsing even now, feeding him the strange growth emanating from the toy. Despite getting bigger, despite his clothes disappearing, Yi-jun could not pull away yet there was just a bit more to grow.
 
Yi-jun thought the Woody toy at the yard sale was perfect for his collection. He had a wall of things he wished he’d owned during his childhood. “Making up for lost time,” he’d say when asked about it. The iconic character from Toy Story though was more of a statement than his personal nostalgia. Just out of college, he wasn’t exactly swimming in money, but he could always produce a few shekels for his hobby.
 
He walked through the yard pretending not to eye the toy. Every time he looked though he could see the plastic brown orbs gazing at him. He went for it, walking up to the lady manning the operation as people perused through her family’s old things.
 
“How much for that?” Yi-jun pointed at Woody perched on a bookshelf just behind her. The woman turned.
 
“Oh wow, I guess my boys had so many toys. I don’t even remember this one.” She smiled, plucking the toy off. “Now how did you get up there?” She dusted it off. Flipping over she examined it: very good quality. Could pass for brand new, if it wasn’t at a yard sale. “I think…$10 sounds fair? It’s not like my boys are going to miss it when they live halfway across the country.” Then the woman proceeded to go into a monologue about her sons. They told her and their father it was fine to sell whatever was left, they had everything they wanted. The woman threw in a few jabs at her sons’ wives for taking them away.
 
Yi-jun only listened patiently so the woman wouldn’t up the price. His reward, a price drop to $5 dollars, as the lady apologized for talking for so long. The moment cash was exchanged, Yi-jun booked it not wanting to get sucked into any more stories.
 
Once he got home Yi-jun knew the perfect spot for his toy, right on an upper wall shelf, perched so it could look out into the living room. He held his phone up, to snap a picture. Positioning the frame, he spotted a weird green spark in Woody’s eyes. Yi-jun turned around, there wasn’t a forgotten light he left on reflecting in the toy's eyes. He looked back at Woody. Eyes normal. Lifting his phone again the green was back.
 
“Fucking cheap phone cameras.” Yi-jun sucked his teeth, trying to find a filter to make the light fade to no avail. He gave up, leaving the toy there. As he laid down on the couch, flicking on the TV, his eye briefly drifted up to the toy. The plastic eyes stared down on him. Yi-jun sat up, caught his breath.
 
Just a weird angle.
 
The day continued on as normal, as the toy sat above him undisturbed. Bedtime came and Yi-jun crashed into a pillow. His eyes had only been closed for a few seconds when he heard a clatter outside his door. Something had fallen in his apartment. He’d turned his head.  He'd get it in the morning. 
 
There was a plop on his bed. A weight landed on the adjacent pillow. Yi-jun opened his eyes to find the Woody staring straight back at him. The young man couldn’t scream. He tried, but his vocal cord refused to answer. His eyes shot down to the toy's waist where he had a firm grip on it. Immediately, Yi-jun tried to move. A foreign force pushed inside of him, directly from his connection to the toy veins rising in his arms. Yi-jun’s body trembled at the invasion as he fought to release the toy from his grasp. His hand didn’t register his command. He staggered out of bed, feet slamming on the floor. They were growing, soles amassing size, each passing second. His legs weren’t far behind as his pajama bottoms were getting filled with his thighs.
 
The T-shirt he was using as a night shirt got torn asunder by his back, developing traps large enough to take flight. Abs were icing on the cake, for his already swelling pecs. His skin met the night air as he tripped exiting his room still growing. He crawled into a corner; the toy stuck in his grasp in a stronger vice-like grip. It was impossible to get away from the cruel unfeeling smile until it was done. A cowboy hat popped out of the ether forming on Yi-jun’s head.
 
On his way to being a proper cowboy.
 
Images and memories flashed in Yi-jun’s head.
 
—

Malcolm had found himself in a deserted space when it was all over. His body had sapped an ungodly amount from the toy. Every time he thought it would stop, another helping poured into him. His small body turned into that of a titan, taller than his father and brothers. A beard pasted itself onto his new hardened jaw. The only thing that reminded of his former self were the briefs now stretched across his expanded ass.
 
He had been envisioning an old western town in his backyard, when the toy struck. They were alone and suddenly; Malcolm couldn’t look away. The sun changed position in the sky, transitioning from early morning to sunset. Meanwhile, Malcolm watched his body expand in the glossy reflection of the toy’s eyes. He filled up more space, as he got hit with a wave of vertigo. His body was too tall. Then it was too heavy. Tattoo ink swirled on his body, morphing into shapes and symbols.
 
No one from his house came to check up on him as it faded out of existence.  The new scenery taking place. He was alone in his underwear when a black cowboy hat landed on his head. Perfectly shaped. 
 
The trek back to civilization was going to be a long one, but he had the body for it. He could feel the eyes of the toy watching from afar.

—

“Not fucking here either.” A man whispered harshly.
 
Dillon was at home still checking places for the damn toy. He never asked for all this growth! Who didn’t like being a cowboy? But the body hair was ridiculous. It was everywhere, arms, legs but the worst offender was his chest, he had pecs covered in it. And it was so dense in the crevice between his abs, what was up with that? Worst of all, the new body wasn’t a big fan of clothes. Besides a dumb cowboy hat and boots, the only thing he could wear frequently was underwear. 
 
His body was always on display for people, thank God he lived so far out, only his boyfriend saw him. The boyfriend was a new development. One he didn't mind, but still a shock to share an entire ranch with someone. Also made it hard to pin down where the toy disappeared too. He’d search every last square inch until he could find it and melt it down.

—

 

 

Dae had no idea what had transpired.

He had been sleeping on the couch when the toy went into action. The young man had already been dressed for Halloween; he simply wanted to take a nap before the festivities. His body got massive, muscles etching themselves into flesh. All the accessories turned black as the shirt and pants disappeared. He woke up in a sheen of sweat, bulge highly visible in his underwear.

The house was clean and modern. Not his home. He looked around at men and women passed out around him a few feet away.

Memories came to him. He was a stripper. Last night he had been hired to entertain a joint bachelor and bachelorette party. Things got rowdy as they often do when Dae was involved. The men cheered. The ladies whistled. The man practically stimulated sex with everyone in the room. Though towards the height of the party, he would end up putting the future bride and groom out of commission, fucking them both in their own bed, as the party raged on.

People thought he had left, but Dae snuck back down reeking of sex, and it only made the party goers hornier. No one asked where their friends were. Dae made out, ate out, and even gave blowjobs to the others remaining. But his dick wouldn’t be fucking anyone else that night. That was a privilege reserved for the man and woman of the hour.The party treated him like their new god, everyone slowly passing out as he drained them dry. Dae ended up with the couch all to himself, smiling as his muscles collided with the soft cushion. He nuzzled in getting comfortable. All the bodies made it so hot he didn’t even need a blanket. As he drifted off a small scene played in his head. A smaller, younger man curled up on a couch, his dad passing by and tucking a toy with him as he drifted off.

 —

 

 Antonio had it for less than an hour. It was a gift. The toy struck when his father and him were enjoying a lazy Sunday watching movies. Mr. Ramirez had hopped up to get their breakfast takeout at the door. Once the man was out of sight, Antonio’s entire body warped, bones shifted, muscles reshaped, as cowboy attire found its place on him.
 
Mr. Ramirez walked back in, finding a man ass perched out on the couch. The toy had been dropped. Out of mind. Out of sight. “Antonio, what—
 
“Come and get some ass, Pops.” Antonio cut his father off, offering his big juicy brown bottom. The young man was in nothing but a waist coat and hat. A quick struggle appeared on Mr. Ramirez’s face, trying to recall something, before he walked over and buried his face in those buns, forgetting breakfast.
 
“Fuck yeah, eat my ass dad!” Antonio moaned.
 
Mr. Ramirez went feral. “You’re so beautiful and his hole is divine.” He growled onto the ass. 
 
Antonio pushed his ass back more. “It’s all yours dad.” Mr. Ramirez went back in making sloppy sounds, before he hunched over his son and the two locked lips. The two were devouring each other. “Let me have it dad.” Antonio begged.
 
“Anything you want, baby boy,” Mr. Ramirez chuckled, as he released his hard, straining cock from his pjs. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Then he mounted his son, as Antonio groaned in delight.
 
“There’s so much you, dad.” Antonio managed to get out.
 
“You can take it.” Mr. Ramirez reassured him, “It’s only for you.” The two kissed again as Mr. Ramirez sunk further into his son’s ass, plugging it up completely. Then his hips started moving on their own already knowing the action. He pressed his chest flush with Antonio's back to grab at his son’s chest. Meaty pecs that bounced around with every clap of their skin.
 
“This is so good, dad. I love you.” Antonio said like a confession. Only for his father’s ears.
 
“I love you more, son.” Mr. Ramirez’s hips with faster the sound of their copulating filling the house.
 
“I’m getting close.” Antonio admitted ashamed as his cock crudely drooled precum about.
 
“That’s okay son.” Mr. Ramirez kissed Antonio’s cheek, “Dump it all out on the couch. Show me how much you can’t hold back.” 
 
Antonio’s ass gripped his dad’s cock with those words as the young man’s body shook. Cum splattered against the furniture. The sound of his son’s orgasm caused, Mr. Ramirez to unload his cum inside Antonio, filling the lad up. Spent, the older body collapsed on Antonio, as he wrapped him in a hug from behind.
 
“We should go back to bed.” Mr. Ramirez stated.
 
The toy’s painted smile was the last thing to vanish from the house. 
 
—

Hector was stunned as he stared at who had just been his younger brother Mason. 
 
They had been dressed as a white colored cowboy duo for Halloween. Hector was the first down and saw a cold smiling gaze as he came down the steps. A toy. Woody. He didn’t recall Mason having one, and he certainly hadn't passed down one. The thought that maybe their mom bought it affectionately to match with them crossed his mind, but why wouldn't she announce it? Not even a note on the table beside it.
 
“I can’t tie the bandanna.” Mason came down the stairs, boots clinking as he held onto the railing. 
 
“I gotcha lil bro.” Hector walked over picking up the toy cowboy. “But don’t leave your toys lying about.”
 
Mason looked confused.
 
Hector shook the toy in his hand; Woody's loose limbs flailed. “This little guy,” He placed it into Mason’s hand as he kneeled behind to start tying the bandana. 
 
“Not mine, but cool!” Mason flipped Woody over. Checking out the details. “Can we take him with us?!”
 
The bandana was set as Hector looked over Mason's shoulder at the doll. If the doll wasn't Mason’s and their mom hadn't bought it. Where did it come from? He released a sigh. The holiday was getting to him. Hector wasn’t afraid of Halloween, but all the ghosts and ghouls talk got to him. A thin veil between the living and undead, the normal and paranormal. Seemed possible on the 31st. His stance wasn’t unique to all Hallows Eve, during Christmas his mood was reversed. The good vibes made him feel like miracles could happen. 
 
Next year, he was definitely going to need a boyfriend so he could get his own treat. Their mom was going to have to do the rounds around the neighborhood.
 
“Sure, but throw him in your bucket.” Hector stood brushing off his knees, then walked to the front door. “We don’t want it to get snatched up.” Opening the door, the wind howled outside. Hector shivered at the full moon above. All it was missing was a were-wolf’s cry. He looked back; Mason was still at the bottom of the steps playing with the toy.
 
“Come on, Mase.” Hector started to walk outside but stopped when he didn’t hear footsteps behind him. Mason was still in the house. Hector marched back, “Come on, we gotta go. Didn’t you want the good candy?” his voice raised a little but not for long, because his mind finally registered: Mason wasn’t moving at all. His younger brother was frozen. Not completely, there was breathing, but Mason’s body, face, and hands all held still. 
 
Mason never held still.
 
Hector closed the front door, boots tromping across the floor, closing distance with his brother. Then it was his time to freeze, not by some magic or unforeseen force. Fear. Pure fear. He watched the Woody doll turn its smiling head towards Mason.  Hector’s heart would have dropped out of his ass if he had the option. Mason’s breathing got rapid. The boy was aware.
 
How fast can one person grow? Whatever misconception Hector had that night. They changed as Mason shot up, tearing through his clothes. Muscles larger and more defined than anything Hector had ever worked for in his life greeted his eyesight. Heavy pecs sat, greeting the older brother. Mason's traps and collar bone guided his shoulders outward. The soft edges of his body got hard as fat dissipated. Abs rose to the surface, powerful and blocky.  A deep tan baked itself into Mason’s skin, unearned days under the sun. Metal fell from under the bandana, revealing a cross necklace around his neck. Black hair crept over Mason’s chest, swirling around his nipples, while another patch crawled up his navel from the tattered remains of his pants.
 
The change caused Mason to drop the toy. Woody hit the ground, eyes still up and the thunk sounded like a hollow laugh. Just one. “HA.”  Mason’s white clothes turned black as the toy continued to stare, even the hat went black as the night. Mason’s underwear and remaining pants merged into tight shorts with only a belt holding them up. His face lengthened, getting sharper, his lips plumper, nose larger.
 
Then it was over.
 
“Ma–mase?” Hector’s voice was weak as asked.
 
On cue the man, once his brother began to move. His eyes spotted Hector. “Hey babe. Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

Hector couldn’t believe the body he was seeing, every muscle on Mason’s body was double stuffed with meat. The older brother tried to point the toy on the ground, only to realize it was gone.
 
“Oh, of course,” Mason smiled, tapping the top of his head. “Sorry, I tricked you with this black costume. I thought it’d be better than if we matched, but it’s time for your treat.” He threw off his jacket, then with one hand easily slipped off the bandanna he’d formerly needed help with. Holding up a hand he stretched out his body, his giant size on display.

Mason walked closer to Hector stretching out other parts of his body. Hector tried to back up but fell on his ass tripping over his own feet as his brother stood over him. They were so close now Hector could smell it. The smell of the outdoors, the sun, sweat. All scents that coalesced and belonged to Mason. 
 
A grin on his face, Mason asked one final question, “If I use my ass and my cock how many times do you think I can get you to cum? He gave one final stretch, this time a purposeful show for Hector. Hector’s thoughts. His fears. They drained. Drained down straight into his balls as his cock made his pants tent. The only worry he needed was how quickly could he get into the stud above him or vice versa.

—

Casey had actually bought the toy for a friend. 
 
Esteban loved cowboys, who didn’t? But Esteban was obsessed ever since he was a kid. Buying Woody was kind of sweet, kind of a joke on Casey’s part. Something he was sure they could laugh about once it was added to the collection. 
 
The apartment was a monument to the old west. One year out of college and Esteban went mad with freedom decorating how he had always wanted to. Casey couldn't care less about the looks of the apartment. Though he did draw the line at swinging doors in the kitchen doorway.
 
“Ah, this little guy is going right in my bedroom.” Esteban held the toy preciously. The two roommates had been sitting on the couch in their living room in their underwear when Casey produced the toy.
 
“Don’t jerk off with it,” Casey laughed.
 
“Fuck you,” Esteban gave him a playful shove. “I meant on top of my dresser.”
 
“Oh yeah, guess he needs the second-best seat in the house.” Casey threw another jab. 
 
Esteban sat the toy on the coffee table, and launched himself at Casey, pinning his mouthy roommate down on the couch. Casey tried to struggle, to throw Esteban off, but he was laughing too hard to give it any real effort. Esteban had his wrist and legs pinned. Then their lips met each other. A make out sesh between bros. Their bodies slowly grinding. Esteban released Casey’s hands and they found his ass, gripping tight on the compressions shorts. Meanwhile Esteban had already shoved his hands into the back of Casey’s boxers.
 
They weren’t quite boyfriends. Yet their dicks and asses had each other’s names encoded into their turn ons. Casey’s face was flushed when Esteban pulled away, his hard cock a resting place for Esteban’s.
 
“What’s wrong?” He managed to get out, instead of bouncing Esteban on his lap until his cock was up that tight brown ass. Following his roommate's eyeline, he could see Esteban’s focus on the toy.
 
“Feels like he’s looking at us.” Esteban mumbled. “I’m going to put him away,” he swung his legs off Casey, boner swaying when he stood. 
 
Casey poked at it saying, “MMMMMMM. Love that, dude.” as Esteban flinched away. Esteban in revenge, playfully slapped Casey’s boner, left defenseless on the couch. Casey writhed on in a mixture of plain and pleasure as his cock bobbed like a spring.
 
Laughing, Esteban snatched up the toy, “Be right back, don’t take that dick anywhere,” and went down the hall to his room. Casey watched him walk away and into his doorway, perfect view of his ass. When Esteban stepped into his room, the door slammed shut behind him. The noise made Casey jump. Worse, his heart was pounding. Esteban’s hands hadn't been anywhere near the door, and a breeze hadn’t rolled through either. There was no denying the power behind it.
 
Then came the moaning. Esteban’s voice didn’t sound like a joke. Casey knew what it sounded like when Esteban got to a point where he couldn’t hold himself back. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn’t accompanied by sounds of glorps and cracks. Sounded like melting and bones breaking. Casey hopped off the couch running to the door pounding on it, twisting the knob, throwing his body against it. 
 
“Esteban!” Casey shouted again and again, begging his best friend to open the door, asking what was happening. Eventually, he burst through the door, falling to the ground. Looking up he saw the last of the body pumping, muscles staking their claim. Esteban’s compression shirts, turning into black skimpy briefs. However, the man in them was not Esteban. He had the face, but the body was older, larger. Even his jawline came with facial hair Esteban couldn’t have grown in years.  
 
Casey stood, stunned and awed by the beauty in front of him. A black cowboy hat and bandanna were the only other pieces of clothing the man had on. 
 
The strange man turned to Casey, “Was I taking too long, man? Sorry, just wanted to put on something extra nice for you. PARTNER.” He emphasized. 
 
Woody, mysteriously on the bed, disappeared from their apartment.

—

Yi-jun panted on the floor, flooded with an array of people who had encountered the toy before.  His own memories before his change left intact, among the rare few who could recall their curious encounter. His body, however? There was a flutter in his asshole; it needed to be filled. His cock pulsed in his briefs; it needed to be buried somewhere soon.
 
A frustrated growl escaped Yi-jun’s mouth as his body’s cravings pestered his mind. He went to wring the life out of the doll, and demand he be changed back. But the toy was gone. 
 
Yi-jun, bulked up and left nearly nude, understood perfectly that the culprit was world away. Smiling. Glossy eyes gazing at its next victim approaching.