The Rest Stop (muscle theft SNUFF)
by zulator
Chapter 1: A Succubus Beginning
I had been driving for hours and my kidneys were about to burst at any moment. I would have just pulled over to the side of the road, but it was pitch dark on this section of Interstate 10, and I was afraid a passing car would hit me. I knew there was a rest stop coming up, but I couldn't remember how far it was. Just as I was thinking that thought, a sign was coming up for a rest stop 5 miles ahead. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing it would only be minutes and I wouldn't have to worry about pissing my pants.
I pulled in to the rest stop and quickly put the car in park and turned off the engine and ran inside, forgetting to shut the lights off. Once inside, I gave the place a quick scan and headed towards the urinal.
"OH FUCK YES!" I shouted as my cock exploded with its cargo of thick yellow piss and I could almost feel my kidneys deflate as the hot piss shot out of my rock hard cock. Damn, all that water I drank along the way was now history, I thought as I shook off my cock and packed in back into my boxer briefs. I felt so good then, like a weight had been lifted from me and as I walked over to wash up. I took advantage of the time to freshen up a bit.
I took off my tee shirt and used some of the liquid soap provided to wash my face and pits--sort a poor man's shower. After I had finished with my upper body, I slipped my cargo shorts off and then my boxer briefs and continued with my quick bath, washing my cock, ball sacs and then my tight ass. With my kidneys empty, it would have been easy to relieve myself of my filled ball sacs. Being on the go for the whole weekend had forced me to postpone my routine jerk-off times and I was filled to the max and it would feel great to let one go right then and there. I decided not to for fear of someone stopping and catching me, so I just let my cum machine keep my rich supply warm and ready for when I got home. Besides, it, felt good to feel fresh again for the other half of my trip, why make a sticky mess and have to clean up all over again. I slipped on my cargo jeans with out any underwear on and rolled my boxer briefs and tee shirt into a ball to bring back to my car.
While I was adjusting my jeans, fussing with my hair and admiring my upper torso, I noticed mounted to one of the walls, a vending machine that had all those wild and crazy condoms for just 50 cents apiece. I always wanted to get some, so I pulled out some change from my jeans pocket, walked over to the machine and set my dirty clothes down on the floor, while I attempted to dispense a few different ones for my collection. Once I had successfully purchased a few, I reached down to pick up my tee and boxers and head back to my car.
As I put the roll of dirty clothes under my arm to carry out, I felt this gooey liquid stuff against my right side. My clothes must have soaked up something from the floor and now it was all over my right arm and side of my torso. Fuck, I shouted, and rushed to wash it off. I turned on the water and got some towels wet with water and soap to do the job, but when I raised my arm to access the affected area, there was a reaction going on with my skin and there were some boils forming where the goo had come in contact with my skin and I was about to freak out. Holy shit what is this, I shouted. My right arm and the right side of my body were covered in these raised sores and they were leaking puss too. I tried to clean the area, but it stung so bad, and in a few seconds the sores were spreading to my chest and stomach. I was frantic, everywhere I touch with my hands, sores would form and within a minute my upper body was covered with them, even my face. I was trying to make sense of it all, but I couldn't and it was starting to affect me in other ways.
My stomach felt queasy and I felt like I was going to heave up whatever was in my stomach. No sooner had I felt like vomiting, I was, just heaving everything till I was totally empty. Then I started coughing and spitting out thick yellow looggies and my head started to ache. I started to notice blood as I was hacking and spitting and before long I was spitting out thick clots of blood and my pearly white teeth were falling out of my mouth as I was spitting. My lips were swelling too and I was so scared and frightened I was shouting and screaming as I watched my perfect body begin to look like something hideous. My eyes were getting blood shot and my stomach began to swell like those pictures of kids who are starving, and my perfectly formed six-pack abs gave way to an almost small watermelon shaped stomach.
I began to shiver and shake as blood and teeth kept falling from my swollen mouth. My entire body was covered in the sores now and I was feeling like shit. My muscle mass was gone as my body was being drained of all protein, enzymes and precious male hormones. My spine began to protrude from my back and my young thick cock had shrunk up into my groin and my normally hard, cum filled ball sacs had drained back into me as my body was depleting itself of all its moisture. I was so weak now and I didn't look like I was 25 years old anymore, my hair had thinned our as the sores covered my head and my face was becoming swollen and puffy because of the sores. It was hard to stand up straight and walking was painful as my feel had swollen and become covered in sores. I had literally turned into some hideous creature from one of my worst nightmares.
I tried to understand how this could happen to me, but nothing made sense. I knew I had get help and I painfully put on all my clothes so I didn't look so bad, and headed back to my car.
It was hard to sit up straight, and turning on the ignition was very painful. Once the car was started I painfully put the car in reverse and pressed on the gas, but my feet were throbbing because of the sores. I managed to get the car oriented so I could re-enter the freeway, and tried to get up to speed.
Right away I realized that driving was going to be too painful in my condition, so I carefully pulled off the road and with all my strength was able to put the car in park. Just throbbing with pain, I laid back in my seat and I could feel my heart straining to make each beat. All I could think of was "why me" and "Dear God, please let me die!"
I must have passed out for a while, because I didn't notice the highway patrol car that pulled up behind me. My head was slumped over and the officer shook me to wake me up. "Son", he said as he shook me. "Are You OK?" he went on.
I awoke startled as he asked me to get out of the car. I tried to talk, but was unable to, and he assumed I was drunk or on drugs, and proceeded to open my door and pull me out of the car. As he grabbed hold of me, I took hold of his upper torso, and was squeezing him hard to be able to stand up. It was strange as the pain seemed to subside as I held on to him, in fact I was starting to feel better, the longer I could make contact with him. Soon I had enough energy to speak and I begged him to help me.
Soon he was able to get a good look at my condition and got scared. "OH MY GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" he shouted.
"Help me..." I shouted. I could tell he wanted me to let go of my grasp, but it felt good and I wasn't about to let go of him because he was providing me with some needed fluids my body needed badly. Soon the patrolman sensed the draining effect I was having on him and he began to really freak out. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and I was able to suck more of him out as I grasped his muscular arms. It felt so sexually erotic as I was drawing out the necessary proteins and hormones my body needed so badly. The guy was in shock as his life seemed to be draining right out of him. This once 6-foot tall well-muscled highway patrolman had become a literal food source for my body, and I could feel the life returning to me from head to toe and the sores began to disappear as quickly as they appeared.
I had full consciousness now and was fully aware of what I was doing to this guy. Soon his form fitting pants were slipping down around his ass as I began to really take hold of him and suck more and more of what I needed from his body. Once I could see his was becoming unconscious, I leaned him against the hood of my car and tore open his shirt to reveal what was left of his awesome chest. I was so hungry inside and I tore off my shirt also and lifted him up against my chest so that I could drain his body faster. I could feel the muscle mass returning to my body now and I could feel my cock swelling again and my balls sacs awaken. The patrolman's pants and underwear were now around his ankles as I took the last of maleness out of his body, and what remained was just a thin coating of hairless skin over a bony skeleton. His weight went from 190 pounds to about 30 pounds and it was easy to lift his torso and through his body into the bushes near my car.
I was now myself again and I was feeling my chest and stomach and I was again fully restored. I hopped back into my car and started it up and took off like the wind down the freeway, wanting to get as far away from where I was. I was scared and confused and just wanted to think and put the last hour of so into perspective. Was this just a bad dream, I thought? I must have been speeding like hell, because before I knew it there was another highway patrolman coming from the opposite direction that was slowing down to cross the median. Fuck yes, I was speeding and looking down the speedometer showed me going well over 100 mph. Now I was really scared as he caught up with me and made me pull over. Shit, how was I going to explain this reckless driving of mine? Surely I was going to jail, I thought. I looked in the rear view mirror as he walked up to the car with his flashlight. I checked myself out in the mirror too and I looked OK. I had left my shirt miles down the highway but I didn't look drunk or on drugs.
He approached the car and was looking in the back with his flashlight before he confronted me. "Out of the car," he demanded, and I complied so as to make it easier.
"Officer I can explain this," I tried to tell him, but he wasn't interested.
"Hold out your arms," he demanded and I complied. He examined me for needle marks then made me do a sobriety test by walking the line. I tried to tell him I wasn't under the influence of drugs or alcohol, but this cop was doing everything by the book. Once he was convinced I was sober, he demanded I hand him over my license and registration, and I quickly retrieved them from my car and gave them to him. He began to write down all my information, then came over to me and read me my rights. "Mark, you're under arrest. You were going well over 100 miles per hour, and in this county that is a criminal offence and automatic jail time."
"But sir," I pleaded, "I know I was going fast, but I was trying to get away from this crazy guy who was following me and trying to run me off the road." I had hoped that a good story would change his mind.
"You can tell the judge in the morning your story, Mark, but you're coming with me, so please pull your car off the road a bit more and lock it up and then I will have to handcuff you and take you in."
"Er, well OK," I said and did as he said. Shit, I thought, I can't be arrested. Fuck, I'm a teacher and I have to be back at school tomorrow. I was walking back towards him as he was unclipping his handcuffs from his belt and I acted quickly and just grabbed his arms tight, catching him off guard. I closed my eyes and concentrated and began to drain him like I did the last highway patrolman.
He immediately tried to push me off but I used all my renewed energy to suck him dry fast. His body was shaking as I watched this young cop loose everything. I felt so bad doing this to him, but I wasn't about to go through the embarrassment of being arrested when I had just started with a new school district. He pleaded with me to stop, calling me names and saying I must be some kind of vampire. I just wanted it over and move on, so I tore his shirt open and pulled his chest against mine and finished him off fast as his main muscle mass was drained from his nicely toned chest. He stopped talking then and fainted and I sucked the last out of him. My muscles were so pumped now; my chest grew noticeably as his body went to a hairless bony skeletal frame weighting only a fraction of its original weight. I put his body back into his patrol car and pushed it off the road, out of sight.
Again I raced back to my car and raced off. I was in awe of myself now as my body had grown and if I was awesome before, I was twice as awesome. Most noticeable was how fucking horny I was. My cock had grown along with my balls sacs and I felt like I could shoot off a whole quart of thick rich cum.
As I drove along however, the reality of my situation came to me like a pie in the face--I wasn't at all normal anymore. That gooey shit at the rest stop had transformed me into something sub-human or alien. I was no longer the same Mark Gordon I was just a few hours ago. I still looked like Mark, but I now had the ability to drain the living juices out of another man and that made me a killer! How was going to face my friends and those I worked with, knowing that I had almost snuffed out the lives of two young men, who may have had families. I pondered this all the way back to Phoenix, with the underlying thought that I had to survive regardless, no matter what.
It was late when I got back to my apartment, and I immediately took a shower to cleanse myself of the smell of death that I imagined covered me. I must have showered for half an hour, then dried off and too a good look at myself in the mirror. I looked great, still looking bigger than I normally do. I got a fresh pair of boxer briefs and a tee shirt, and then put my dirty clothes in the garbage out back. I made sure I was quiet, not to wake up my landlord, then went back in and got into bed. I was exhausted from all the physical stress to my body and I quickly feel asleep.
Chapter 2: The Day After
I awoke the next morning and sat up in my bed feeling my body to see if I was still me, Mark. I could feel my chest muscles and my abdominal muscles fine and my face felt normal. I wasn't sure whether I had dreamed the whole event from the other night or if it was real.
I got onto my Bow Flex like I normally did first thing in the morning and figured it was just a terrible dream, and proceeded to work out. It felt good at first to be stretching my muscles, but after a few minutes of my routine, I felt like I was really straining myself. I was sweating much more than normal I felt, and I was feeling a bit dizzy. I got up off the bench and almost fell over, but was able to straighten up and make it into the bathroom for a shower.
As I lathered up, my skin felt so sensitive and my nipples seemed to sting a bit. Lathering my cock was very enjoyable. I was so fucking horny it took only a few seconds to get myself off and the stream of cum seemed rather thick and very concentrated. I almost slipped on the stuff as it covered the floor of the shower and made its way towards the drain. I then rinsed off completely and then dried off and then slipped on a clean pair of boxer briefs. My stomach started to ache a bit like I was hungry, and I would have normally fixed myself something to eat after getting dressed, but nothing I could think of seemed to be appetizing to me. I finished dressing and then went back into the bathroom to brush my hair.
I looked at myself and all seemed normal--I wanted to believe I had just had the worst nightmare of my life--so I grinned back at my reflection and then hurried off to school.
The ride in seemed pretty normal and when I got there the other coach Mr. Stephenson was outside smoking before he went in. I smiled and I walked past and said hello to him. He was giving me the once over as he normally did and normally I would have passed it off as just something he did, but this time he seemed to be looking more seriously at me than before and I could almost feel his desire as I passed him. I was sure he was tenting his pants as I closed the door and headed to my office. Before I knew it he was behind me chatting about the basketball game he saw on TV and I smiled at him as he was giving me the play by play. I sat down at on my chair and he took a seat on the edge of my desk and his eyes seemed affixed to my crotch as he went on and on. He was definitely tenting as he talked and I couldn't imagine why on this day he was getting so aroused. After a few minutes I could hear him sniffing like he had detected some foul odor and asked me what kind of cologne I was wearing. It took me a moment but I remembered I forgot to use any this morning, and I giggled and said, "Oh just my normal Mark smell," and he replied, "Well what ever it is, I sure like it." I just shrugged it off with a smile thinking--what was all this about? Was he coming on to me all of a sudden? I made an excuse that I had to go up to the office, and he kept making the sniffing sound as I left.
When I got up to the office, Mr. Davidson the principal smiled and said hi to me, and as I made the turn into the teachers lounge, I could hear him making that same sniffing sound. What was going on, I thought as I tried to smell myself. Mr. Davidson poked his head inside the teachers lounge and said, "Looking good this morning Mark," and I turned and said, "Thanks Sir." He gave me a quick scan and returned to his office. Shit, I thought, what's the deal? Have I developed some sort of male scent now that other guys seem to like? It wasn't my plan or desire to turn on the faculty.
I got a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and sat down for a bit, and my friend Gary walked in.
"Hey Mark!" He came over and sat next to me and told me how he had wished I was around during the weekend because he missed me at the YMCA. I told him it was a tough drive back late at night and was really glad to be back. Soon Gary was sniffing just like Mr. Davidson and Mr. Stephenson, and I was really getting worried.
"Damn Mark, what is that cologne your wearing man, it's getting me turned on," he said chuckling.
" Oh, it's just me," I smiled and said. Guess my sweat has finally developed into an aphrodisiac; I smiled. As Gary sat across from me, I could sense his probing me all over and my cock was getting aroused fast. Gary was almost in a trance as he talked to me, staring at my pectoral outline in my polo shirt. Gary had always commented on my appearance and was now committed to getting back into shape. He had purchased a new Bow Flex like mine once he saw me working out on it, and I had made a commitment to help him reach his goal. However this morning I could almost sense his desire to have my physique right then and there and it felt very intoxicating and I almost wanted to touch him and get a better sense of his desire. For whatever reason, I stood up and walked over behind Gary and started to massage his neck and shoulders.
"Wow Mark", he shouted. "That feels fucking great!"
As I worked his shoulders, I could sense his cock swelling in his pants and the fact that I was turning him on big time. It felt good to massage him, and I didn't realize at first, but I was slowly draining his body of his manliness. Once I realized what I was doing, I quickly stopped. I began to have a flash back from the other night, when I had drained both those policemen, because the good feeling from the draining of them felt the same. I had to excuse myself and I raced out of the lounge and headed to the faculty rest room. I went to the sink and splashed my face with cold water, hoping I would awake and it would be a dream--but it wasn't a dream--I had actually started to drain my friend Gary, and I could have sucked him dry in a matter of minutes if I kept the massage going. The fact was, I wasn't dreaming, and the events of the past 24 hours were real and I had become this hideous person I had feared. How was I going to live this way I thought? My mind was spinning now, and then Gary entered the rest room and was giggling.
"Mark, good thing I caught you again, all that exercise has helped, my pants are looser it seems."
I looked at him as he tightened his belt a notch, and tried to assure him it must be all the time he has spent at the gym, knowing it was only the draining I had just done to him. The bell rang just then and we both left the rest room and I hurried back to my office, where I just sat down again in my chair to ponder how the rest of the day was going to work.
In a few minutes a UPS driver walked into my office with a few big packages, he was about my age and really nice-looking.
"Mark Gordon?" he asked.
"Er, yeah," I replied.
"I have some boxes for you," he smiled and then he began to sniff around as I stood there signing the log. I broke out in a sweat as I felt I could sense his thoughts and desires and he was looking me over the same way the others had done this morning. I had this deep hunger feeling now as I stood just inches from him.
"Hey," he said. "Could you help me with the rest of the boxes? I am just parked outside the gym doors."
I said oh, sure and I followed him out to his truck. He was chatting along the way, still sniffing occasionally, and I was getting hard and hungry as we made our way to his truck. I waited at the door of his truck as he brought out two more boxes. I could see he was tenting and I wanted to grab hold of him and drain him dry. My hunger was becoming uncontrollable now, and I found out quickly why he asked me to help him. He set the boxes down and smiled, then told me point blank that he was turned on by me and wondered if we could meet sometime later this evening. I was beside myself, what was this, I thought? Have I suddenly gained this ability to turn on every man I came in contact with? I was blushing and he could see that, then started to apologize and asked that I not mention this to anyone, he thought for sure I was going to say yes and now he felt embarrassed.
I grabbed my stomach as the hunger increased, and finally replied. With a big smile, I said, "Sure, can you come by my place around 6pm?"
His eyes widened and he said sure thing, and I gave him my address and we headed back into the gym. Oh, how I wanted to just grab him and suck him dry, but I knew I could do it later, because doing it now would leave too much to be explained. I tried not to show how aroused I was as he smiled and winked at me and headed out.
Shit, I had just made plans to meet this guy. I don't do things like this, but I knew I had to drain him because I now lusted for his masculinity and he would be mine no matter what.
As the kids began to show up for the first class, I knew I could not make any more physical contact with males or I would surely suck them dry totally. As the day wore on, all I could think about was how I would dispose of the UPS drives body once I had sucked all of his manliness out of him.
I had become some kind of sick murderous person now; I knew I had to survive and all I could think of was the poor driver and the pleasure I would have quenching my hunger as I feasted on his body.
The ride home was fast as I sped on the freeway, I wanted to prepare for what I had to do, maybe I had waited too long to feed I thought, my stomach was throbbing now and I knew before long I would start to breakout in those hideous sores.
Once I had reached my apartment, I hurried in to sit and plan my night. My head was throbbing now, and I just sat on the couch for a while. I looked at my watch, 4:10pm it read, and I wondered if I could make it another hour and 50 minutes before that hot guy arrived. I got up and tried to soothe my hunger with a snack, and forced down a Balance bar in the hopes it would help soothe my aching stomach, but I quickly vomited up the whole thing. Holy shit, I thought, could I never consume real food again? I began to feel a stinging sensation on my chest and I raised my shirt up to look, and my worst fears were realized as I saw a sore oozing just below my right pectoral muscle. I knew it wasn't going to be long and I would turn into that hideous sore covered creature I was at the rest stop.
I was frantic. How could I reverse this now, I thought. And just then my landlord was knocking at the door. I panicked for a second as he watched me probing my chest. I quickly tucked in my shirt again and approached the door. I opened it and Tony was talking about some work he had for me to do next weekend and I tried to maintain a normal face. Then he started sniffing and asked if I had bought a new cologne. I could sense his male juices churning inside him, but fuck, he was in his 60s, how much could he have I pondered? Would he be enough to reverse this degeneration of my body? I knew I had to drain him right then, so I told him to come in and he was obviously beginning to tent as I got a side view of his chubby body.
So, he began to speak. "You keeping that body hard?" he said.
"Oh yes", I replied and then I grabbed him close and his face looked shocked.
"Fuck! Mark!" he shouted. "Mark," he went on. "You want some of Tony, don't you?"
At that I pulled him close and he went for my lips and I could feel his cock against mine and he began to french kiss me as I started to suck his body dry. At first he was in ecstasy, thinking he had finally seduced me into his fantasy love affair with me, but as soon as the draining took effect he was suffering badly. His age and lack of sufficient hormones did him in fast, and he was dead in a matter of seconds. I took as much as was needed, and pushed him off me just before my body began to absorb his excess fat. Tony had shrunk up some, but was now just thin bones and fat lying on the ground. I quickly checked and found that my sores had vanished. Tony had just enough to whet my appetite for the real meal that was coming. I dragged his body into his house and onto his bed, and headed back to clean up a bit before the UPS driver was to arrive. Draining Tony had not only erased the sores on my body, but had soothed my hunger a bit.
Before long the doorbell rang and I was getting sexually aroused. I answered the door and standing before me was the UPS driver dressed in just a skimpy tank top and soccer shorts, making his body look even hotter than it did this morning. I grinned and said, "Come in man", and he entered and I shut the door. I was shirtless for him wearing a pair of bike shorts and no jock, so he could see my cock and balls plainly.
"Holy Shit!" he shouted. "Fuck man, you're fucking hot," he went on. I could see he had boned up fast and he wanted to get right to it, as he took me into his arms and began to kiss me deeply, sucking on my tongue like it was my cock. I moaned as I sensed his desire for me and I could have sucked him dry right then and there, but I wanted him to have the pleasure of his desire before I did him in.
In no time he was undressing me and then himself and we headed towards my bedroom. I laid him down and began to lick him all over as I prepared to make him my meal. The guy was moaning and begging me to suck him off and I did as he asked, taking his huge cock into my mouth and I began to rhythmically go up and down on his throbbing cum machine. I must have been doing it right, because he was pretty close to cumming quickly and was moaning even louder and he exploded his bountiful load into me. I sucked and sucked and started my process of draining him, but just a little so I could feel the excitement of my body feeding. The guy must have cum several times as my body feed on his manliness.
"Oh! Fuck, yes!" he shouted as his balls emptied into my mouth. "Now, fuck me", he shouted, and I obliged him quickly, raising his muscular legs over my shoulders and position my cock near his love hole. My wet cock poked his hole and I got real aggressive then and rammed my throbbing cock into him. He seemed to like me being in total control and didn't flinch a bit at the suddenness of my entry into him. My body started to pump his tight hole and it felt so good. He was moaning more and looking into my face as I fucked him hard and fast. I wanted his juices so bad, and what I would give him in my hot load, I would take back from him ten thousand fold. All I could hear was him shouting "OH YES, OH YES" as I brought my body to climax and like a volcano I exploded into his anal cavity. He was sweating and so was I as he clamped down on my cock inside him, hoping to drain me good, but now was my time to drain him, and my cock deep inside him was the perfect tool to do it.
My head went back and I concentrated hard as I began to suck the living man juices out of him. At first a sigh and moan came from him, but as my body did its thing, I could sense his muscular legs thinning out and when I opened my eyes to look into his face. The poor guy was now in shock as his face had shrunk and his eye sockets became obvious. His awesome chest and stomach were sucking back into his frame and his strong arms and shoulders were melting fast as I accelerated the sucking process to finish him off. Within moments, his cock was sucked up into his groin with his balls sacs that looked like dried up fruit. He was breathing hard and panting as I was taking the last of his hot male hormones and muscle mass. Like the others that I had drained completely, he was reduced to just bones with a thin coating of skin. This once tall muscular young guy was now just about 20 pounds of bone and skin. Pulling my cock out of him was chore, as I ripped his crotch out of him to release my cock. I got off the bed and relished in my new energy and swollen muscles. I was twice the Mark I was before and my body was throbbing with an overabundance of testosterone and pure muscle mass. My cock was bigger too, thicker and my balls were filling to replenish my sperm sacs. I stood in front of the mirror and was very pleased with myself. Just the chance to see my body in this state, was worth the loss of this poor soul.
I quickly wrapped his body in the bed sheets and proceeded to crunch up his fail body with my feet. I had taken so much of him, his body had little or no calcium left and his bones were like thin straws, hollow from loosing all it's marrow and brittle to the touch. His body could easily be disposed of in the garbage disposal, and I slowly fed his remains into it and he was gone.
I was so energetic now and wanted to go out and have some fun before this pumped body of mine went back to its normal size, so I showered and slipped on some boxers and baggy jeans and a very tight fitting tee shirt and I was on my way for a night of fun.
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