“Hey Dad, I’m gonna go hang with the guys at the park!” Joey said, waving goodbye to his bearish father standing naked and flaccid in the living room. Joey could still feel his dad’s cum leaking out his ass and into the back of his pants, but it felt…good. He can’t believe he’d never had his father fuck him like that before. He itched his body, which still hadn’t finished putting on hair–he was only seventeen, and yet he already had as much hair as a man twice his age–with a full beard to boot–just like his dad. Joey got on his skateboard and went to the park a few blocks down from his dad’s house, where he met up with his two friends, Tim and Clyde, not knowing that the contagion would affect each of his friends, turning them into the perfect sons for their own fathers.
Tim–or Timothy Jr. as his father, and only his father, called him–begged off early, saying he had to get home for dinner. This struck the other two as odd–after all, Tim usually did everything he could to avoid going home to his strict, overbearing dad. From a young age, Timothy had been groomed by his father to follow him into the white collar business world, but as soon as he could, Tim had rebelled against him every step of the way–getting a mohawk, piercing his ears, learning to skateboard, flunking his classes on purpose and refusing to apply for colleges. Still, by the time he reached his father’s large mansion, he was looking rather different.
Instead of patched jeans and a ratted vest and hardcore metal t-shirt, he was wearing a three piece suit and tie, and riding a sensible bike instead of a skateboard, his piercings and mohawk gone. He parked the bike in the garage in the space his father had provided for him, and then went inside, ten minutes early for dinner, as his father preferred. His dad, a rather portly man in his fifties was already in the dining room, and as they ate, discussing Timothy Jr.’s college applications and planned summer internships, he began to look even more like his father, even packing on a substantial gut and double chin, his hair mimicking his father’s slicked back cut. After dinner, they retired to the study where Timothy Sr. smoked his pipe and drank his whisky, while he pumped load after load of cum down his wonderfully obedient son’s throat and ass, before sending him off to bed early.
Clyde left the park last, and he also wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of going home to his dad, Barry. He lived with him in a trailer park on the edge of town, barely subsisting on his father’s disability checks, even though Barry was perfectly capable of working, as far as Clyde was concerned–he just was lazy as fuck. He spent his days lounging in front of the TV, unwashed and mostly undressed, jacking off to porn, and always with a beer in his hand. He was dumb as shit, too, and Clyde was doing his very best in school to make sure he could go off to college and never return to this his father’s shitty trailer.
By the time he’d gotten home though, Clyde already had a very different viewpoint on life. He’d traded in the goodwill preppy clothes for some of his fathers old workwear–he loved wearing his dad’s old clothes, just the scent of Pa around him got his cock so damn hard. He spit a wad of tobacco juice on the ground and grinned, the ambition and intellect draining out of him. He’d dropped out of school two years ago–who needed it? he could just live with his Pa, where he belonged. He went inside and gave his Pa a deep kiss, and then started licking his fat body clean, relishing the musk, and then drank down his dad’s beer flavored piss, before ordering a few pizzas. He fed most of them to his Pa–he had to keep his dad’s fat belly growing after all–and then took his place between his legs, massaging Pa’s huge gut, and sucking down his cum and piss into the wee hours of the morning.
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What happens next?
1. Timothy Sr. goes to work the next day, and discovers that everyone below him on the corporate ladder is impossibly submissive to him, and everyone above him fiercely dominant.
2. Pa and Clyde’s sloth spreads through the trailer park in a matter of hours, and then worms it’s way into the gated, suburban neighborhood on the other side of the hill, where it is decidedly less welcome.
3. The twins still have time to go visit that young professor of theirs and turn him into their elderly, pipe-smoking grandpa.
4. Trent still can get to practice and bottom for the entire team and the coaches, turning them all into stupid, fuck-hungry tops.
5. Julian leaves Art at his house as his new dildo, and decides he needs to stock the house with a few more slaves. He decides to modify the next person he sees into a urinal for the bathroom.
What would you all like to see?
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