Well, options one and three were pretty much even, and I think I have a better idea that can pull them both together, so why don’t we go with that?
“Hell,” Dale said, “I wouldn’t mind gettin’ mah hands on a couple a Bishop’s friends, who were always assholes tah me. Bet we can find ‘em at George’s bar, right ‘bout now, too.”
The stranger grinned, “Sounds good tah me. I had plans there last night, which I put off after running intah you anyway. I’ll see ya there in a few, then,” he said.
“We can jus’ drive over tahgether, I got mah…truck?” Dale said, but when he looked back where the stranger had been standing outside the barn a moment before, he had disappeared. Dale looked back at the farmer and Bishop, rutting over the trough, and he made a few final tweaks to his brother’s mind. He’d always remember who they’d both been, but he’d find it impossible to tell anyone the truth. He also made it so that, even though this new Bishop would always love anything his master did to him, deep inside, he’d never be able to get rid of his shame, especially of his size. Lastly, he buried a few…extreme thoughts in Bishop’s new master’s head, some new ideas of what he could do with, and two, his new pigslave. Dale had a feeling he’d be in for a few wild rides, and whole lot more, soon enough. Satisfied with himself, he lumbered back to his truck and climbed in, started her up, and drove off back into town, pulling into the parking lot of George’s bar half an hour later…only it wasn’t quite the bar he remembered it being.
The building was bigger for one thing, and when he went inside, he discovered that the exterior wasn’t the only thing that had shifted. The walls were lined with all sorts of fetish equipment around the bar, and a set of stairs led down into an a darkened series of halls and nooks. The bar was full, and George was madly serving drinks wearing nothing more than a leather vest, chaps and a jockstrap, like everything was perfectly normal. Looking around, he also saw that, while the gender ratio usually was about 50/50, tonight every guy in town was here–hell, more like every guy from the three closest towns. And there the stranger was, at the bar, just like the night before.
He saw Dale gawking at the entrance, got up, and walked over, chuffing smoke from his pipe. “What do ya think? Not too bad, right?”
“Fuck, you fucking…” Dale said, and looked around, “I mean, are they all…gay now?”
“Eh, they all will be by the end of the night. If you change too much at once, there can be…issues at times. Still, we’re going to have a nice little town here, I think–we’re all going to have a whole lot of fun.” He reached out and tweaked one of Dale’s nipples–he flinched, and then looked down, discovering his clothes had shifted as well, and he was wearing just a pair of rubber overalls and some waders on his feet. “Love a big man in rubber,” he added, leaned in and they shared a smoky kiss for a few moments, before the strange pulled back. “Anyway, the guys you mentioned are over there,” he indicated with his pipe the two young men sitting at a table, sipping beers, chatting and laughing like nothing had changed at all. Dale looked around, and saw a few more familiar faces–his two boys were sucking on each other’s faces in a corner, halfway out of their coveralls already, and he also noticed his dad–or rather, the man who’d been his dad, sitting alone on a barstool, looking a bit lonely. His dad had never been a bad guy, and he’d been pretty broken up ever since his wife left a few years back, but he’d done his best. Maybe he could help him out too.
He walked over to the two young men, already slipping into their minds, and as soon as he got to the table and sat down, both of them men got up, came around, and started licking and sucking at his fat, kneading his gut through the rubber stretched over his massive frame. They were both fighting as hard as they could, disgusted at what they were doing, but also unable to stop themselves, Dale stroking their hair and considering his options.
So, what should Dale do with these two young men?
- He makes himself a couple of muscle bound slaves for him and his sons to use and abuse around the shop.
- They’d be cute as a couple of puppy dogs–one for him and his boys, and one for his old dad, to keep him company.
- His dad could use a couple of sons to replace the ones he’s lost, but he has a feeling these two will be in for a whole lot of abuse.
- George is looking a bit understaffed–he decides to make them both into a couple of sexy waiters for the whole bar to enjoy.
So, what would you like to see happen next?
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