Since I missed a post yesterday, today’s content is double length to make up for it!
Me, Marvin and Alex were all good buddies at school, so when Marvin told us that he’d found a house a few blocks off campus that the three of us couple probably afford to rent together, I was certainly excited by the idea. I’d been living in a double on campus with a guy named Harry, this fat fucking nerd–he was nice enough, I suppose, but that’s just not what you want to wake up in the same room with everyday, you know? Now the three of us, we were all jocks–different sports, but we all worked out together and trained together anyway. Alex was a football guy, Marvin swam, and I ran cross country and track. Marvin might have been the slimmest, but I like to think I was still the hottest of the group–certainly I got the most tail of everyone.
The only problem was that we had to start leasing the place in June. Well, it wasn’t a problem for Marvin and Alex; they both had jobs here for the summer, and were planning on staying around and taking a couple of summer courses. I on the other hand, was heading home for the summer, and so I’d have to find someone to sublet my room to for a few months. Then, my fat roommate mentioned he’d received a research grant, and needed a place to live for the summer around here, and so I offered the room to him, sort of as a joke, but he took me up on it. I knew Alex and Marvin weren’t going to be very happy about living with Harry, but they could suffer through it for a few months, right?
I’d met the landlord, Mr. Adams, by this point too, but it was just a short meeting so I could introduce him to Harry, since Marvin was kind of handling all the details of the renting and lease. He was an older guy, and fuck, he was even fatter than Harry was, as hard as that was to believe. Still, he seemed…disappointed but understanding that I wasn’t going to be using the room for the summer, but he and Harry got on really well, so that was something, at least–in the end, it seemed like everything was shaping up, by the time I packed my things, said goodbye to Marvin and Alex, and got on the train home.
My summer was pretty ordinary. Picked up my usual job helping out in a local warehouse. Hooked up with some old ex-girlfriends who might hate my guts, but they all loved the shit I could do with my cock. I stayed in contact with Alex and Marvin, and they seemed to be having a really good time in the house together, and they couldn’t wait for me to get back to school. They’d even seemed to take a liking to Harry, which surprised me, since I couldn’t stand the nerdy guy, but whatever. It was time to head back to school soon enough. I had to go back a week early for training with the team, so I got there to the house…only to discover that something very strange had been going on.
Marvin and Alex greeted me at the door, and fuck–they’d both fucking ballooned up into a couple of fledgling pigs. I didn’t know what to make of it, and even worse…the two of them couldn’t quite seem to keep their hands off one another, like a couple of faggots. Then, it came out, they actually were a couple of faggots, and had moved into one room together at the landlord’s suggestion, which meant that Harry could have the extra room and keep living with all of us for the year.
Needless to say, I was not amused or interested, and I told them that there was no way I was going to be sharing a house with the three of them. I tried to get them to see that this was all wrong, but they were just staring at me like I was crazy. We were still fighting when the front door opened and in came Harry–though I could only recognize him from his face, since he too had packed on more weight that I thought was even possible. “Well, well, look who finally came home,” he sneered at me. The…anger in his voice was palpable, but not something I’d ever heard before. “You guys tell Mr. Adams he was here?”
“Hell yeah man, Master Adams already had a nice long talk with him. We’ve just been waiting for you to get home.”
I had no idea what they were talking about. ‘Master’ Adams? Mr. Adams was the landlord, but I hadn’t seen him today, had I?
“Let’s find out–boy, get the fuck over here and suck my cock. It’s been a long day in the lab, and daddy’s fucking horny.”
I wanted to tell Harry to shut the fuck up, or I’d shut his mouth for him, but instead…instead my body did something else. I got down on my knees in front of him, hefted up his sagging apron while he dropped his shorts, and I…I started sucking his cock, while Alex and Marvin made out and started fucking behind us, and I finally realized that my living situation had gotten more complex than I’d realized.
I didn’t want to be doing this. I was utterly disgusted with myself. I was straight! I hated fat fucks like this! I needed to get the fuck out of here! But no matter what I told myself, no matter how I tried to fight, my body was completely focused on one thing, and one thing only–sucking daddy’s big, juicy cock until he filled my hungry gut with a big load of delicious cum. My own cock was suddenly hard at the thought, and I started rubbing it, moaning, Daddy chuckling at me as I did, at what a fucking whore I am for big men like him. He was getting close now, leaking profusely in my mouth, and out of the corner of my eye, I swear I saw Mr. Adams next to us, naked, swore I could…hear him speaking. I managed to pull away from the cock to look over, just as Harry blew his load all over the side of my face–and no one was there next to us at all.
“Come on boy, let’s get you situated,” Harry said, reached down, and hauled me up by the collar of my shirt, “Master already told me what he wants me to do to you, and I’m so fucking excited boy, you don’t even fucking know. If I do real good, then he promised me that I’ll get to be a real daddy even, and you’re gonna fucking love that, I can already tell.”
He dragged me over to the couch, sat me down, and turned on some cartoon channel or whatever. I tried to get up, but when Daddy told me to stay–I stayed. My ass couldn’t leave the fucking couch, no matter how much I wanted it to, and then, daddy started feeding me. I don’t know where all the food was even coming from, but it just kept appearing. Mountains of junk food and fatty deep fried shit I would have never touched in my life, but once…Daddy told me to eat it, or if he just shoved it right in my mouth for me…well, pretty soon, I couldn’t stop. I…I sat there for hours, just watching mindless shit on TV, stuffing my face, and I never even felt full. That was the scariest part. I ate more in an afternoon than I usually ate in a week, and I only seemed to be getting hungrier by the second.
Alex and Marvin came down for dinner and gorged themselves. I tried to get them to help me, but I couldn’t even speak. I felt dead to the world, trapped inside my own body, shoveling filth into my mouth non-stop. It was a relief when Daddy told me it was time for bed around eight o’clock, at least, until I discovered my new bedroom. It was decorated like something a ten year old would want, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was when Daddy bent me over the side of the bed and fucked my virgin ass, and again, I…saw Master Adams there, on the bed in front of me, leering down and jacking off his own cock, talking to me, to us…
It’s been a few months now. Alex and Marvin are still going to class and college, but I haven’t left the house since I arrived here. Daddy wakes me up at seven after a good night sleep, sits me on the couch, I watch TV literally all day while he feeds me non-stop, and then, I go back to bed. It’s…fucking with my head. I was never the smartest guy before, but I feel like I’m getting even stupider by the day. These shows are so fucking juvenile, and yet I catch myself laughing at them like an idiot, spraying food everywhere from my mouth while Daddy…beams at me, and I feel warm around my groin, and realize I pissed my diapers again. But seeing my old daddy happy just makes…makes me lose control, every time.
These diapers are new though. I’ve…been losing control of myself a lot lately, especially at night, and so Daddy started diapering me up, telling me it’s what Master wanted, to keep me protected. I’m fucking humiliated, and yet, I can’t sucking stop pissing myself. I even shit in them yesterday. I tried to stop it, but it just…came out. Daddy told me I was a good boy, and changed me, and I…I do like being a good boy for Daddy, I guess. Daddy’s gotten really sexy lately too, the way his hair is balding, that thick beard turning grey. He’s…he’s my favorite person in the whole wide world, and I’m so lucky I get to be his little boy. Still, it’s bedtime for little boys now, and Daddy’s taking me to bed. I…see myself in the mirror, and I barely even recognize the fat, smooth body looking back at me…or is that just who I am now? I don’t know, thinking is hard, and Daddy’s cock is delicious. I’ll suck Daddy’s cock now, and try and think again later.
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