Backpack Fetish Story

Sumo Omni Bag
A backpack fetish story
By Anonymous

It was a cold, snowy day. David Cummings was just finishing his shift at “Spring Comet”, a specialty soap store.  David worked in sales, so each and every aspect about soap was familiar to him. The hours were fine, the pay was reasonable, and there wasn’t much of a commute to get there, making the establishment a respectable place for employment. After working a 10 day stretch, David was eager for some time off, and what better way to celebrate than to go to the bar with his mates, then stop by and visit his girlfriend, Francine.
 There was a long tradition for David to meet up with his friends, Gavin, Anthony, and Raul, to go to the pub to get as fucked up as possible and go on misadventures, causing havoc along the way. Tonight, though, David’s mind was set on having as few to drink as possible, so he would be okay to visit Francine and show her the love she deserves.
The night was still young, so David drove to The Flaming Arrow as the Muster point. The Flaming Arrow was a small Tavern, not too much opportunity for socialization among strangers, but there was a feeling of respect among regular patron’s that you couldn’t get in several mainstream establishments that the crew liked about it. Scouting the area, David spotted Gavin and Anthony playing billiards. “Look who decided to show up, just in time to see me kick Tony’s ass for the 100th time” said Gavin. “Oh shut the fuck up, you look like the inside of an asshole, I’ll beat your ass with this stick if I have to” Anthony exclaimed.
“Calm down”, said David, the natural mediator in the group. “Listen, I can’t stay for too long, I might just have one drink and fuck off for the night”.
“Working this morning? What the fuck is the deal with that shit? Who cares about soap so much that there is a store that specifically sells different kinds of that”?
“Soap is a pretty serious business, my friend. There are plenty of different properties for soap that are needed to meet your needs. The fats involved in the formation of soap could come from coconut oil, Tallow, or even cooking oil, and this could make all the difference in maintaining skin health. Then you got your scents, some which smell like palm trees and others that smell like lavender and grape. If a soap is too basic, it could do harm to the person using it, so it’s wise to look into the properties before making a purchase. Myself, I prefer soap formed using hot presses than cold presses. It might cost more, but in the end, it’s worth it”
“Fascinating”, said Gavin. Gavin was a childhood friend of David’s. He was much taller, more physically fit, but treated David well enough. Gavin was an avid metal head, and was always wearing an Evanescence T-Shirt, with long black hair and a nose pierce.
David ordered rum and coke, drank it quickly, and drove to Francine’s house. Francine was a kind girl, with brunette hair and green eyes.  David met her after dealing with a serious breakup with a girl named Sophie, who David caught sleeping with a black guy. Sophie was awful in hindsight, with her dyed purple hair and pale face; she didn’t seem like David’s type. Her snatch smelled like swamp, while Francine’s vagina smelled like pine cones. David felt he could trust Francine with anything, especially when he was at his most vulnerable.
Francine also had a huge collection of backpacks, ranging in various sizes, colors, and shapes. Some with several pockets, some camo designs, some with a leather interior. Even one that looked like the biggest backpack David has ever seen, with a green exterior that looks like it could fit a human being inside. If there was a backpack that existed, there is a possibility she owned it, and if not, she would soon own it.
“Hi David, check out my new Backpack”.
It was the most remarkable sight David has ever seen. The backpack appeared to be of a color that went well beyond the standard color spectrum. The Texture was incredibly smooth, like laminated leather. It was an odd shaped backpack, very wide. It looked as if a suitcase found it’s way into becoming a transportable back attachment, where the colors mended together like rings on a tree. The straps felt like elastic bands, with their ability to stretch.  When Francine wore it, she looked like a new adventure would begin for her. David’s heart was pounding just looking at her with this bag.
“It’s getting late, I should be headed back”, said David.
“Okay, have a good night, love you”.

David went home to feed his pet lobster. He named him Chips because he was eating chips when he adopted him at the beach and David felt it was a sign from god that that would be its name. Before heading to bed, David played Godhand for a bit, but couldn’t muster up much energy to keep playing so he turned it off, fapped, and went to bed.
In his dream, he saw Sophie, lying naked on a bed, face down, ready for a night of passionate lovemaking. David was rock hard, so he began to make his way towards her. He positioned her body properly, spread her asscheecks out, and began fucking her up her asshole. It was tight, but his cock could fit in there, so he continued to burrow the tip of hic cock in her, slipping in and out, until he climaxed. Nut butter began dropping out of her butt.
David was satisfied, but then Sophie turned around, and he saw that her head was deformed. The shape of her head was that of a backpack, straps replacing what were once her ears, her eyes enlarged into pockets, and her mouth sealed shut with a zipper. The general properties of her face appeared the same, as if someone make shifted her head to become just like this. She appeared alive, but in horror at what has become of her, giving an expression like she wants to scream, but cannot. David screamed, and then woke up.
All day, David’s mind was on Francine’s backpack. Something about it drew his interest in, he wanted to know more about it. Did she buy it at a general store, or did she mail order it? Maybe she found it somewhere at random.  Something seemed unnatural about it, he had to know more.
When Francine was out making toast, David snuck into her room. Looking around, he had no luck finding the bag, until he glimpsed it in her closet. It shone like it was calling out to David.  David reached out to grab it, but then an urge resided over him.
“I have to get inside this bag”, he thought.
So David began going inside the bad. David was incredibly flexible, so he had no trouble getting in the bag, fitting in, and feeling comfortable inside of it. It felt like a sleeping bag, only tighter.
That’s when things took a sharp turn. The zippers in the bag began sealing themselves up. David saw it happen, but could not do anything about it, for his arms couldn’t stop the zippers in time. Seconds later, and David was trapped inside the backpack.
“Golly Molly, I’m stuck”, David expressed.
Sadly, no one could hear him, for after much screaming, it was apparent that there would be no way to communicate to others that he was stuck in this bag. He tried moving out, but found he was unable to pull off a Houdini act to get out of the sack.
Just then, a flash of light occurred, and an odd feeling overcame David. His spine tingled in fear.  The floor appeared to vanish, and David felt as if he was being carried off by something. With no way to visualize the outside of the sack, David was confused.
A familiar voice was heard.  An argument between two people erupted. David recognized them as being Anthony and his girlfriend, Melinda.
“Damnit Melinda, I can’t do this”
“You don’t love me, do you?”
“It’s not that. What you want me to do, It isn’t natural, it isn’t right”
“Oh come on, try it once”
“No, I’m not gay”
After much thought, David realized where he was. He was on Anthony’s back. Anthony didn’t seem to notice that a backpack was suddenly on his back though, so David’s best guess was that he was already wearing one and David’s bag he currently inhabited replaced the one he was wearing before.
“Do it, you have no fucking choice.”
A sound of a doorbell rang.
“He’s here.”
“Fuck!”
The sound of a door being slammed open blasted through the room. Anthony was pushed down onto the mattress.
“Pull your pants down”, a deep voice said.
Seconds later, David felt as if he was sandwiched between two bodies. Anthony let out moans of pain as another grunting sound from behind grew stronger. It was incredibly painful for David, as things got more intense, the more he felt like he was being crushed alive. All the while, a woman’s laughter, almost certainly Melinda’s, was heard. After the stranger filled Anthony with his love, he asked Melinda to take her panties off. Melinda obliged, and Anthony was sobbing while the stranger was eating her clam chowder.
A flash of light filled the backpack, and David knew he would not be dealing with this much longer.
A sense of whiplash overcame him, as David found himself no longer inside the backpack. He was face to face with a reflection of himself, naked. He was in a bathroom.  A quick glance at a mirror made David realise he needed to shave.
He turned slightly, and noticed a growth seeping from his shoulder, coming from behind. David began rotating, and saw that his back has a growth, like a giant tumor. A better glance showed David that the growth on his back resembled a backpack. A big, square shaped flesh mold, coming from shoulder to shoulder, down to midway down his spine, was what he saw.
Upon further inspection, a zipper was found on top of the backpack. Curiosity got the better of him, and David undid the zipper to find out what may be inside his back. After opening it, an arachnid began creeping out of the opening, and a tarantula came out of the inside and crawled away.  Then a whole bunch of tinier spiders began crawling out, much to his shock. It pained him as each of them kept coming out of there, like nerve endings were being set off each time they exited his back. After what seemed to be the last one, a lobster began crawling out too. David recognized it as being Chips, and was happy to see his pet.
Another flash of light came. David found himself back in the pack. This time, he heard two people talking. He recognised them as being Gavin and Francine. He was on the back of one of them, but he couldn’t tell who’s back he was on.
The sound of a door opening flew through David’s ears. He realized they entered a room full of people.
	“Without further ado, lets start this fucking orgy”, Francine exclaimed.
	Suddenly, the bag started shaking, as several men rushed up to Francine. Gavin unzipped his pants, and started to scream in enthusiasm. Francine laid on the ground, as several cocks entered her in several orifices. Gavin was fucking her vagina doggy style, while a stranger began fucking her mouth and another one was eating her asshole. Francine began shrieking in orgasmic ecstasy, as another man was sucking her nipples and another one was jacking off and blew his load onto her hair.
“I don’t mind this, as long as no one’s black”, David thought. It was kind of nice. Riding in the bag, he felt twice as connected to Francine, as if he and she were becoming one.  His thoughts were hers, and everyone involved were one. Plus, the ride in the bag was like a roller coaster, with him not knowing where the ride ends.
“Fuck, I have to masturbate to this”, David thought.
David began rubbing one out as the orgy continued.  It was now just Gavin and Francine, Gavin sticking his cock in her tight asshole, as David was riding on his back, for they traded backpack carrying duties.  Unfortunately for David, Gavin climaxed too soon, and placed the bag on the ground before David could feel completely satisfied.
“Shitfuck, there’s still time”
David began thinking about how much he loved Francine. How because of her, he felt like a better man. Words couldn’t express how he felt about her.  How if she felt the need to go to orgies, he would be fully supportive of this, for he wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. Gavin could join in, and it could be an open relationship of sorts, but for David, he just wanted what’s best for Francine.
Just before David finished beating his meat, the bag opened. Raul was there, and David Accidentally came on his face as a result of the cum’s trajectory.

				End