Light was streaming in through the slanted shades; the only reason Nick woke up was because the room had become uncomfortably hot in the morning sun. He’d fallen asleep on top of the covers, and he simply laid there for a few minutes, too exhausted to consider moving, trying to process everything that had happened to him the night before, and simply failing to do so. It felt like all of that had just happened to…someone else. His pants were off but his shirt was still on, though it felt incredibly tight on him, making it a bit difficult to breathe. He sat up, muscle aching, and tried to peel it off, but the fabric simply ripped apart as he tried, and he ended up shredding it as he pulled, looking down at himself, as this body he was inside, and he couldn’t…this couldn’t…
The hair. The fuckin’ hair. He ripped the bits of shirt away and looked down at himself. The hair was everywhere, all over him, coating him so thickly that he couldn’t even see the skin. But more than that…it wasn’t…his hair. He hadn’t exactly been hairless to begin with, he’d had a decent coating of brown hair, but this new hair, it was multicolored. Not in patches, but different colors intermixed all over, in every color, although a few seemed to be dominant–browns, a huge amount of bright red over his chest and belly, and a dingy white climbing up his shoulders and down his entire back.
He looked around the room. Sean was still in his bed, snoring louder than Nick had ever heard before. He had never managed to get undressed yesterday, and like his brother, he had simply ripped his way out of them, aside from his shirt, which was riding up on top of his belly, cupping two massive moobs like a bra. He had somehow ended up even fatter than their uncle–no, not really their uncle, that cook, just a cook!–had been before…everything that happened last night, and looking at him now, Nick could feel his cock twitching and growing, pushing it’s way out from his tangled multicolored bush to a full nine inches without even thinking much of it. Sean was rolled away from him, and he could just…just picture himself spreading that fat ass and sliding his cock right in his brother’s soft, fat hole…
He stood up from the bed, and suffered a sudden vertigo–he was at least a foot taller than he’d been before, less than a foot away from the seven foot ceilings of the motel. That was enough to snap him from his fantasy, and he tromped to the bathroom, locking himself inside before he could act on…on any of what he couldn’t stop thinking about, right now. The small bathroom was claustrophobic, and he had this buzzing in his head, and he could use a damn beer too, a beer would…would help. He turned on the sink and splashed his face with some water, but almost none of it touched his skin–his face was covered with a huge, thick beard just like the rest of him. He looked at himself, and unlike his body hair, his beard was at least a solid color–a deep red, darker than the red on his chest–and his head hair was the usual light brown…but something was wrong. He stared at himself for a minute, and he swore that he could…see his hair growing right before his eyes. Granted, his beard was massive, reaching down past his chest and curving over his taut, hard gut, but the more he watched, the more certain he was that his hair…it was growing right in front of him.
This was insane. He was going insane. He had to get out of here, he had to get help. Daddy wasn’t here, maybe he could slip out before he got back–
There was something like a psychic slap that hit him then, when he thought about leaving the room. Daddy told him not to leave. Daddy said to wait until he got back. Daddy said…said that if he was bored, then he could…he could…
Fuck…
He stepped out of the bathroom, fighting his own body, but he walked to where his massive brother was sleeping, spit a wad of saliva into his massive, paw like hand, and started lubing up his hard shaft. Spitting…that…that had felt good…He did it a few more times, getting his massive cock good and wet, but like Daddy always said, you gotta eat a man out first. It’s only polite. He got down on his knees, but still had to stoop slightly in order to get his face into his brother’s wide ass crack, probing with his tongue, scraping the sensitive skin with his beard and mustache, listening to his brother’s snores turn into moans as he slowly woke up to the attention on his ass.
“What…what happened…” Sean muttered, and then belched.
“Don’t…don’t worry bro,” Nick said, his voice much deeper, with a natural growl and drawl like their Daddy had, “Big bro’s here tah take care a ya.”
Sean screamed, but all Nick could think about was fucking, as he forced his big cock deep into his brother’s hole, running his huge hands over his brother’s soft body, kneading and groping him, ripping away his tight shirt so he could squeeze his tits and play with his meaty nipples, and before too long, Sean was sighing and panting along with him, the two brother’s rutting happily. Nick shot one load, but he kept on going–reaching down with one hand, digging around in Sean’s gunt until he found his brother’s cock and stroked him as well.
“Bro…” Sean moaned, “Bro, we gotta…we gotta stop…stop this, gotta get help.”
Nick drilled in deeper. His brother didn’t know what he was talking about. “Daddy told us tah fuck, so we gonna fuck. ‘Sides, I like how your fat ass feels ‘round my big cock, don’t you?”
Sean nodded. It did…feel good, and when his huge brother leaned over they kissed eagerly, though Sean, for some reason, thought that his brother’s mouth was…missing something. Something that was usually there, a flavor, but it…wasn’t, for some reason. Not that it really mattered. Now that he was awake, he realized how silly he’d been. Daddy had told them to fuck in the morning after all, and he did want Daddy to be happy, and he shot his wad into Nick’s hand, who licked it off, much of it ending up caught in his long mustache and beard.
“Ya don’t mind if I keep goin’, right bro?” Nick asked, “I’m still horny, and still bored.”
“Fuck my fat ass all morning, you know I ain’t got nothin’ better to do,” Sean said, and they kissed, Nick feeding his brother the cum off his beard, and shooting his second load of the morning deep inside his brother’s ass, and kept going strong.
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