“You’re fucking screen peeking!”
“Was not–don’t blame me for the fact that you can’t aim worth shit.”
Eric let off a heavy sigh–his twin brother was such a pill, he didn’t even know why he played this game with him. They were identical in looks, both slim with youthful faces prone to stubble, and they even got their hair cut similarly, but their interests were far more varied than their looks. Eric had always been more interested in sports and the outdoors, while Charley had grown into more of an introvert, playing video games and reading more often than not. Still, they were close–close enough that Eric could resist the urge to wring his neck most of the time. He waited a few seconds until his character respawned, and then set off into the base again, hoping he could get the drop on Charley once this round so his brother wouldn’t have a clean sweep, and he kept an eye on Charley out of the corner of his eye, to try and catch him in the act, which was easier said than done.
Still, these new fangled systems–he just wasn’t used to these controllers at all. He itched his arms, not noticing the hair which was filling in across them as he did, or the stubble growing across his face. Still, his younger brother was the one who’d bought the system–the last system Eric had really played much of was two generations ago, so of course he wasn’t going to be as good at it as his little brother. He turned back to the game, but the controller didn’t fit in his big hands quite right–but then again, they probably weren’t designed for someone with hands as big as his were.
Charley peeked over at his older brother, with his bushy beard and hairy arms, and felt a strange shiver run through him. His brother was…really sexy, actually. He’d always liked it when Eric took his shirt off, and he could see all the hair on him, even on his shoulders and down his back to to his ass crack…he shook his head, wondering why in the world he was thinking about his dad like that. That wasn’t right…was it? He shifted his position on the couch, his body filling out with fat. His slim physique was gone in a matter of moments, replaced by a chubby body–not fat by any means, but certainly nothing compared to the hulking form of his father, the tiny controller looking like it would be crushed to bits in his massive, hairy hands, leaning and and squinting at the TV screen. Eric took a second and grabbed some glasses off the side table as his hair grew streaked with silver strands, and put them on. Now he was able to see better, not that it helped him play better. He just never liked this whole video game thing, but Charley had always enjoyed it, so he played along to make him happy…still, he had an inkling that Charley would be much happier with his dad’s cock buried up his ass.
Eric looked over at his son on the couch next to him, and the two of them just stared at each other for a long beat, and then Charles clambered over and had his lips locked with his father’s, though he had to kneel on the couch in order to reach them, considering how tall his dad was. Eric wrapped his big arms around him, their clothes disappearing in a puff of smoke like they’d never even been there, and the heat of his boy’s soft fat against his hard, weathered muscle made him growl as he bit down on his cub’s lip.
“Something tells me you already know what you want for winning, son,” Eric said, smirking, and Charley grinned, wrapping his hand around his father’s big cock and swallowing it all, getting it nice and wet so it would slide into his ass easier. He loved getting fucked by his father so much–it was the only prize he ever wanted–though he usually got it regardless of whether he won or lost.
Watching the two of them, over by the doorway, Art–invisible to both–couldn’t last long enough to watch them start fucking, and nutted all over the carpet in front of him, panting a bit. That had worked better than he’d imagined–or rather, it had worked exactly how he imagined. Where there had been two slim college twins, there was now a massive bear daddy and his cubby son, the second sucking on his dad’s massive cock, and he figured that the two of them would probably spend more time fucking than anything else from now on, and he hoped Eric would be willing to let Art fuck his new son’s hole sometime in the future–it looked too good to pass up, from where it was, up in the air as he sucked his daddy hard.
Still, he had two more students to visit, and change, Art thought. All of their cars were here, so he assumed that they were all home–the others were probably just upstairs in their rooms. Art tromped up the stairs, his cock already hardening again, wondering who he’d find first. It was Trent–the jock. He was sitting at his computer, looking at some straight pron site, masturbating, and Art rolled his eyes. Perhaps it was time for Trent to develop a more interesting fetish–and one Art could get behind as well?
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Your choices:
1. Trent is going to chub out a bit and develop a fetish for grungy slobs. He himself will stop showering and changing clothes, enjoying musk and piss play in particular. Everyone he comes into contact with will find their hygienic standards diminish substantially. ***WARNING*** Don’t vote for this if you aren’t ok with things getting potentially messy.
2. Trent is going to become a bear with a smoke fetish. He himself will love all kinds of tobacco–chew, cigarettes, cigars, and pipes–as long as he can get as much nicotine as possible. Everyone he encounters will pick up the habit, but whatever they end up smoking or chewing will change them somewhat as well.
3. Trent is going to become a musclebound manwhore. He’ll be obsessed with sucking off and being fucked by as many men as he can find, as often as possible, and have a strong exhibitionist streak as well. Everyone he encounters will find themselves bent to his submissive desires, twisted into tops designed to please his holes–as well as toys for his enjoyment.
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