Both boys kept sucking for several minutes, until first the fat cook shot his load, and Sean gulped it down, still unable to believe what his body was doing. He just felt…trapped inside, unable to stop himself, even as the smoke grew thicker around them…and there was so much of it. The cook’s fat gut kept spasming against Sean’s face, and it seemed like he was emptying the entire contents of his balls right into Sean’s belly.
“Yeah, that’s right boy, you’re fuckin’ thirsty, ain’t ya?” Bruce said. The gripped the table, his fat frame shaking…and shrinking, growing smaller and slimmer as Sean sucked him drier and drier, until his now much thinner, almost wasted arms fell slack at his side. Bruce had to reach over and forcibly separate Sean from the cook’s cock, feeling the cum settle uneasily in his gut, which rumbled, and he let forth a loud belch, which got a laugh from his father across the table. The cook, however, just stood there–eyes glassy, body limp, mouth slack and drooling.
He had been quite obese–probably close to 400 pounds, and quite tall. His body was mostly hairless and smooth, and his hairline was receding back over his crown, the messy curls only accenting it, but now his body was slender and pale, his breath shallow Sean looked down, and his eyes went wide–underneath the cooks short, thick cock, where there should have been a couple of balls, there was…nothing. Had he really just drained all the cum from the guy’s body? Bruce pushed Nick off his cock and got up from the booth. “Sorry, my boy was thirstier than I thought! Let me go ahead and fill you back up, if you don’t mind helpin’ me out in return. Got a lot of work to do, and I’ll need someone to keep an eye on my boys while I do some work for the next few days, you see, but I’ll need someone a bit…closer, you know?” He took his own cock’s thick, overhanging foreskin and slipped it over the cook’s semi-hard cock, “and I certainly can’t just leave you all empty like, now can I, and you were so good lookin, as a big guy–luckily I got just the thing to perk you back up.”
He started pumping his cock with one hand, and both Sean and Nick watched the cooks balls start to reinflate, as their father’s shrunk, and as he did, the cook’s skin grew healthier, his eyes returning to life, and his slender frame began to pack on fat once again, though he wasn’t nearly the size as before–that said, but Sean saw that the growth continued, even after Bruce pulled away, his heavy sack swinging. Their father’s sack was simply massive–larger than either could imagine someone’s balls being, and they had only shrunk slightly by the time the cook’s balls were at least normal looking again. “There, you feel a bit better, bro?”
The cook shook his head side to side, looked at Bruce, and nodded. “Yeah…yeah bro, th-thanks…”
Before their eyes, Nick and Sean saw something strange happening to the cook’s body–small changes, a tweak of the nose, his eyes turning green, his hair lightening and growing a bit straighter, and together, they saw that this cook, who seconds ago Sean had simply emptied, had become someone much closer to them–their own fat uncle.
“What do I owe you, bro?”
“Ah shucks, you…you know family eats free ‘round here. ‘N I always appreciate a tip or two from my nephew,” He reached over and ruffled Sean’s hair, the young man replying with a loud belch.
“When do you get off tonight?”
“Five A.M., like usual.”
“Well you’re gonna come stay with us, right? We’ll just be right here at the motel.”
“S-Sure thing, bro…”
“Come on boys, let’s get a room. Give your uncle a kiss before we go, though,” Bruce said, Nick and Sean getting up from the booth, each of them giving their fat uncle a long, deep kiss, before leaving the diner together. They got a room at the motel, both Sean and Nick desperately trying to will themselves free from whatever strange form of control their father’s smoke had over them both, but Sean in particular found himself feeling strange. He never ate that much food, of course, but his gut refused to stop grumbling, and he kept belching loudly. When he managed to ask his father why he felt so odd, Bruce gave him an answer that didn’t make him feel much better at all:
“Well you can’t think that you’d drink that much cum and nothing would happen, right? Don’t worry, you’re just gonna be taking after your uncle, I think, but you’re always gonna be my boy.”
Still, he let Sean have one bed to himself–Bruce and Nick took the other. “Yeah boy, your brother might have gotten a bit of a head start, but don’t you worry none–I got all sorts of cum stored up in here–we’ll have you lookin’ better in a few days time too. But I want that ass boy–works better that way anyway–so get on up there, and try not to scream too loud either.”
Nick tried to say no, he tried to resist, but his father pulled down his jeans and underwear, and got him up on the bed on all fours, where he first groped his son’s ass, spread the cheeks, and started licking at his son’s ass, still sweaty from sitting in the hot car all day long. Nick’s stomach retched at the thought of it, at the sensation of his father’s wiry beard scraping against his ass, at the sensation of his tongue probing deep inside, trying to try his hole looser. He was crying, but his tears weren’t doing anything for him–he couldn’t move, all he could do was whimper, and watch his brother Sean groan and belch and writhe in the next bed, groping his gut, Nick watching it expand in his hands.
“Fuck you’re tight,” Bruce said, and stood back up, gonna need a little somethin’ else, I think…” He grabbed his pipe, which he had set aside and let go out, and started cleaning it and getting it ready for another round, “Go on boy, give yourself a little finger while your Pa gets his pipe together.”
Nick reached back and started probing his hole with a finger, unable to believe what he was doing. It hurt, and Bruce scolded him, telling him to get it wet first. Nick didn’t realize what he meant–his father had to tell him to lick his finger first, so it would slip in better. Nick gagged at the taste of his ass already on his finger, but did as he was told. When Bruce had the pipe ready, he leaned back over, took a deep breath of smoke, pressed his lips to his son’s hole, and pushed the smoke into him. Immediately, Nick sighed–nearly screamed, really, at the pleasure. His ring went slack, and when his father resumed his tonguing, he was pleased to find Nick offered no resistance at all. In fact, judging by his boys eager whimpers, he was rather enjoying the treatment all of the sudden. Yeah, his boy was good and ready, and he could already feel his big balls churning with excitement.
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