Possessed by Pamela, Chapter 1

The bottle on the thrift store shelf looked like something that came from a grandmothers house who tripped balls in the 60s, but Cameron recognized it for what it was. It was wider at the bottom and slowly narrowed to the top with a wax cork. Dark red with interlacing black cord knotted around it like a sleeve. It sat between an ordinary blue wineglass and a cookie jar that said, 'Only one.'

Cameron carefully picked it up to look closer. Just like professor Handrick said, old glass will be irregular and have small bubbles throughout. He held it up to the light, his chubby fingers traveling over multiple soft bumps. Through his own glasses, he could see tiny little bubbles speckled throughout the outer edge of the glass. The contents of the glass itself were murky, surrounded by an aura of dark red in the light. He then turned the glass upside down, and found it. The pontil mark, a small circular shape on the bottom of the bottle where it broke off during the glassblowing process.

This bottle was old. Very old.

The History major held back a squeal of delight. He placed it in his handbasket on top of some XXXL shirts and pants. Walking up to the front of the store, he kept as straight a face as he could as he handed over a $20 bill. As soon as he received his changed, he sped walked out as fast as his chubby legs would let him. With a grin on his face, Cameron started up his car and drove home as the sun dipped behind the skyscrapers of Ashdale City. He was certain that, whatever its origin, it would make a valuable addition to his collection. He estimated it to date back at least 200 years and likely far older than that. With the color of the glass, it may have come from Italy or England - possibly France - but he wasn't sure yet.

As soon as he got home, he carefully took the bottle out of the plastic bag and set it on his messy desk. He sat down,his chair protesting the sudden addition of his 300lb frame. Picking up a magnifying glass, he leaned in close to examine the wax cork at the top. He saw no visible break in the seal. He rubbed his finger around the edge to see if there was any give when he pulled his hand back with a cry. A tiny drop of blood welled on his finger.

As Cameron examined his finger, he thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw nothing. Then he thought the bottle wiggled ever so slightly. He blinked, and then the bottle gave an almighty jolt, falling over on his desk and rolled off the table. Cameron leapt back in fright as the bottle bounced on the floor, where it moved, jerking in odd movements. It wobbled around the room, bumping into furniture, observed by Cameron with his mouth open. Finally, with a pop, the cork shot out and hit the wall, sputtering underneath the couch. A red substance was pouring out of the bottle. At first, Cameron thought it was wine, but it behaved more like a mist than a liquid as it swirled over the floor. it swirled bigger, blossoming upward until a red cloud filled his living room. Then like rain, it fell and vanished, and in its place stood a woman in old fashion clothing. Her corset pushed her amble breasts up and forward. Her blond hair hung loose in curls that fell to her shoulders. Her dress revealed bare feet, and to Camerons shock they were about two inches above the floor. Her eyes closed, the woman raised her arms and stretched.

"Well now." She cracked her neck and readjusted her boobs "All that worry for nothing, eh Lionel?" She opened her eyes. Upon finding Cameron's, she mirrored his look of shocked confusion. Then Cameron screamed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," he started grabbing things from his desk and started throwing things at her.

"WILL YOU STOP-" but the woman fell silent as the stapler passed right through her outstretched hand. She held them up and examined them, ignoring the pencil that sailed through her eye. She spotted the jar on the floor, and a look of understanding crossed her face.

"Can you please- Hey, I'm trying to speak- STOP" She held up her hand, and Cameron felt himself freeze in place,unable to move, coffee mug in hand. It only lasted a moment, first it felt like he was trying to move through molasses, then water, then he was back to normal. Whatever had happened seemed to strain her. Her arms slumped to her sides and she seemed paler.

"Listen!" she gasped, "Time is short. So I must do what I have to. I will explain my actions and ask for your forgiveness, but for now." she held up a hand to her breast, and it started to glow. A light that seemed a mixture of red and pink grew bright on her chest, and a ribbon of it broke off to curl like smoke and coiled straight for Cameron. Heart pounding in his chest, he scrambled away. The woman faded, until only the coil of light filled the room. The ribbon reached him, and with a woosh began cascading into his chest. Cameron fell to the floor on his back, and the ribbon continued to rush into him, his body electrified with feeling. He rubbed his hands all over his chest, but there was nothing for them to grab onto. Finally, with a final flash of light, the ribbon of light disappeared into his chest. As he lay gasping, wondering at what point today he had hit his head, the womans voice was in his ear.

"Find someone to fornicate with by sunrise tomorrow or we shall both be dead. More is better. These gifts shall help. Sunrise.... tomorrow....." Her voice was strained, as if each letter she spoke took tremendous effort. And the last two words were each quieter than the ones before.

Cameron lay there for a while before sitting up. He ran his fingers through his short brown hair. As he was wondering if this was all some crazy dream, a hot sharp pain struck his left hand. He turned his palm up to see something on his left wrist that was not there before. It looked like a tattoo of the same red/pink color of the light that had just entered his chest. There were two images, each about two inches in size; a picture of a sun rising over a horizontal landscape and the face of a clock. He brought his wrist closer, and to his astonishment he saw that the second hand was moving around the face of the clock in perfect second intervals.

"Okay," Cameron said outloud to himself, "Not crazy. That really happened. Fuck or die."

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The Works Gym was not a bathhouse Cameron had ever visited, nor was he inclined to ever visit. It was listed as part of gay travel for Ashdale city, which meant it was expensive and full of gays who had six-pack abs with onlyfan accounts. It was a place he never expected to be on a Saturday night, especially not with a Best of Clark Gable marathon running on Turner Classic Movies. Still, here he was, parking in the parking lot and gazing up at "The Works Gym: 24/7" in bright neon lights.

He sat in the car after killing the engine for a few minutes. He rubbed his hands on his shorts, keeping his left wrist facedown. Finally, he reached over to the passenger seat and picked up a tiny bottle of vodka he had grabbed on his way here. He popped the cap, swallowed the whole bottle in one go and grimaced. Finally, he shoved the car door open.

The lobby was small and plain, saying way too much without saying anything at all. The receptionist was of course a very attractive fit man, who Cameron caught eyeing him up and down with a small smirk.

"Can I help you?" he asked, with a tone implying Cameron was lost and came in to ask for directions.

"I'd like a 24 hour pass please," Cameron slid the exact amount of cash over. The guy took it, handed him a wristband, and gestured with his head towards the locker room sign.

Cameron pushed the swinging door aside as he entered. The locker room was spotless and brightly lit. To his left, bathrooms and a sink were present, with shelves of large white towels. To the right of him was a wall of lockers with two rows extending outward to form three 'U' shaped sections. He picked the first section and found a locker.

As he took off his shirt, Cameron heard the door to the lobby swing open and shut. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes popped at the guy who just walked through. Chris Hemsworth would have been unsightly next to this gorgeous specimen. Tall, blond hair, chiseled chin, and a body of the gods. He walked right past Cameron to the next segment. Cameron saw him reflected in the mirrors above the sinks as he picked out a locker.

Cameron unbuckled his pants in despair. If that guy was who he was competing with, this was going to be the last night of his life. Folding and hanging his pants on the second hanger, he popped his thumbs into the waist band of his tighty whites and pulled down. He felt an odd sensation as the fabric passed over his dick, simply that he had never felt anything like that before. He reached down to scratch it, and found substantially more than what he was used to. He turned around to face the mirror and his mouth opened in shock.

His dick, once a short stubby little fellow, now hung 12" soft and huge beneath his protruding belly. And beneath this new monster hung a softball sized nutsack. His new dick was so hefty it huge down and pressed into his new pouch, revealing two kiwi sized lumps on either side.

'These gifts shall help,' echoed in his mind. He tenderly touched it, exploring such a wonderful present. His fingers responded by exploring even more delicate areas. He finished by widening his legs so he could cup his new testicles to feel their considerable weight. He looked up to see the guy in the mirror, and Cameron though he may be looking at him.

"Wow, so this is what being checked out feels like." Cameron fluffed himself a couple times, and as he did so his wrist pointed up so the tattoo stared up at him. He wrapped a towel around his waist, fitted his keyband around his hand, crossed the locker room, and pushed open another door.

The hallway was dimly lit, the lights were low to the ground along the walls, giving it an almost nightclub feel, minus the thumping music. Cameron saw a sign pointing to the right indicating a steam room, and he followed the hallway down and opened a door to a wall of vapor.

The room was filled with a thick fog. As his eyes adjusted, Cameron saw that he had entered one end of a long room, with another door on the far end. One side of the steam room were the two levels of empty tiled benches, but the other was nothing but a glass wall to the hallway outside. It was literally designed for cruising; people sitting on benches could see people walking past and vice versa, and if people walking by in either direction saw something they liked, there was a door at each end they could enter.

Cameron took a long, slow inhale of the moist air before climbing to the top row of benches, laying his towel flat on the bench, and plopped himself down. He adjusted his chubby frame and new junk until he was comfortable, and sat back with his legs wide.

Cameron watched as guys walked past the window, all different colors, but all in shape. Two guys had entered from the far door to take seats on the benches themselves. A guy walked past outside, and entered the door Cameron had walked through. It was clear he was going past Cameron to one of the other guys. Cameron had never done anything like this before, but the threat of death clearly makes one do crazy things. That or the bottle of vodka was starting to hit. He was feeling a tingling sensation.

Cameron reached around his gut, lifted his new meat and slapped it twice against his thigh. The man turned briefly at the sound, but then stopped and stared. Cameron slapped it again, and the man slowly approached. Kneeling on the bench before Cameron, he rubbed his mouth all over his member, face wet from the steam. Cameron felt the tingling feeling increase, like an electric charge from somewhere behind his bellybutton. It was quite a pleasurable feeling, every touch seemed to be intensified.

The man then took Cameron in his mouth and began bobbing up and down. It was then that the tingling feeling seemed to grow from Cameron down into this guy. He could feel the tingling feeling in him as if it was his own, a connection. He saw that the guy was jerking his own dick as he sucked, and the feeling in the guy was growing. Suddenly, on a whim, Cameron seemed to flex a muscle he didn't know he had, and it was like he blew on the smoldering embers burning in the other guy.

"Guyaaaa."

With his mouth full, the man convulsed, and the tingling feeling burst inside him. Another flex, and Cameron pulled that feeling in. It was almost like that point behind his bellybutton was a straw, and he was sucking in a strawberry milkshake. It was sweet, satisfying, and Cameron wanted more.

The man coughed, "Sorry dude. I don't know what happened. Normally, I don't cum that quick."

Cameron was breathing hard, "It's ok dude." Cameron was pointing high in the air and swaying. A line of drool hanging onto the end.

"Can I," the man was mesmerized, "Can I keep sucking on it?"

"Sure."

"Can we help?"

Cameron looked over the man. Two more guys were standing behind him, one lean with a defined 6-pack and the other was more of a bodybuilder with building muscles. Cameron looked at them, and noted that vodka must be hitting him hard. He swore he felt the same tingling feeling from both of them, connected by the faintest thread.

"Sure," Cameron said, then the words just popped out of his mouth, "Daddy's had a long day and needs help to unwind." Cameron stood and hefted himself down one level on the bench and sat back, throwing his arms up on the bench to each side. Again, the vodka was making him dizzy, he felt the threads of feeling connecting him to the three guys, and something inside of him flexed again at that connection, blowing into all of them.

They descended on him. The guy who came and the bodybuilder crouched below to shove their faces into Cameron groin to gobble and slopper over his dick and balls. Meanwhile, 6 pack moved to Camerons side, hugging him and sucking on a nipple. Cameron wrapped the arm around the guy and leaned his head back in bliss.

Suddenly, he felt his legs raise and he slid down. He opened his eyes to see the bodybuilder holding his lower body up off the edge of the bench.

"I gotta see it." he said as with one hand he groped around down below, "I gotta see that monster slapping up and down as I pump you full of my baby gravy."

Before Cameron had time to respond, He had found Camerons asshole and began to push. Cameron attributed it to the painkilling properties of the vodka as he felt himself opened wide without a single hint of pain.

"Ffffffuuuuuuuccck!" The bodybuilder threw his head back with his eyes closed, "Damn you are warm and tight. Feels fucking fantastic." He began to pump hard, causing Cameron's chubby body to ripple in response. Cameron had to move his arm behind his head to keep his skull from bumping against the tiles. The first guy moved to the side so he could continue to work on Camerons throbbing member. And six pack positioned himself above Cameron, lowering himself down so his own hefty cock hovered above Cameron's lips. The tingling was covering every inch of Camerons skin, he opened his mouth and 6 pack slipped inside.

The four of them were a throbbing mass of motion. Wet slaps and moans echoed in the steam room. Cameron felt groggy from the vodka, the tingling feeling was everywhere. He felt it growing hardest in the bodybuilder thrusting inside him. Without much focus, he imagined that feeling bursting.

"Gahhhhhh!" the bodybuilder gripped Camerons legs so hard it bruised. He thrust hard into Cameron and held himself there. He shook hard, and then collapsed forward. Cameron felt the feeling reach into the first guy and 6-pack. With a shutter, Cameron felt the guy pull out and felt hot spurts cover his face, before falling to the side. Meanwhile, the guy sucking his dick shook as well.

It was a little while before Cameron realized no one was moving. His head spinning, Cameron pulled himself up to a sitting position. The three guys were all lying about and seemed to be unconscious.

The flashing sirens creating a pulsing shadow that followed Cameron to his car. He sat down, taking a few minutes to gather himself. Finally, he turned the car on. He slowly pulled out of the parking lot and drove home as the dark sky slowly gave way to dawn.