Maury looked at himself in the mirror, and realized he was a complete mess. The last few days had been spent in a food focused haze, and he’d smeared himself with more food than he could even remember eating, encouraging his two boys to eat it off their daddy’s flabby body. He…loved how their tongues felt, worshiping and digging into his fatty rolls. They might have to skip the table for breakfast, and just use their daddy instead. Still, it would be good to get a bit cleaned up, because…well, just because! It was the right thing to do, something was telling him, and so he turned on the shower in the tub and let the water heat up, watching the water swirl away down the drain for a moment, until it was at a comfortable temperature.
It took a bit of effort to get into the tub, with his size, but it was at least spacious enough to be comfortable. It was only after getting himself good and wet that he realized he’d forgotten his toiletries in his bag–but thankfully, there was a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap already in the shower, which must have been left there by Rich’s uncle. It was funny, Maury realized, in all the years he’d known Rich, never once had he even mentioned having an uncle, until the topic of this cabin came up. Still, that wasn’t really something he needed to worry about, was it?
He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed it out into his hand–it came out in a thick glob, and as he lathered it into his short hair, it began to foam and lather–so much so that it was running down the rest of his body, until he was coated head to toe in white foam. It smelled nice though, and did have a soothing feel to it. He massaged it into his scalp, not really noticing that, as he did, the hair on his head was beginning to grow. He began working the shampoo in elsewhere–focusing particularly on his face, where his stubble began to grow as well, filling out into a full beard, as he moved down lower, working the shampoo into his armpits, down his flabby chest and huge gut, and then used a brush hanging in the shower to scrub it into his back, the crack of his ass, and all the way down his legs to his feet.
He…didn’t really know why he was being so vigorous with the shampoo, but as he rinsed off, it began to make a bit more sense. He was…an extremely hirsute fellow, after all. His hair had grown out into a shaggy mane hanging down past his shoulders, and his beard was now long and wild, extending down to his chest. All over the rest of his body, Maury’s relatively hairless frame was now packed with fur–especially all over his chest and back, curls erupting from between the cheeks of his ass, and tufts on the tops of his feet. Without giving it much more thought, he grabbed the bar of soap and started working a lather out of it, but the smell of the bar was much, much more pungent.
It reminded him of the locker room after practice, at first. He…thought about gagging, but the more he smelled it, the less he minded it. And as he rubbed it into his pits, into the fold of his sagging apron of fat, deep into his crotch and between his things, around to his ass, and again, all over his feet. He went from being put-off, to indifferent, to actually enjoying it, to…finding it arousing. It took some work, but while he let the soap work on his skin, he reached under his gut to jack off, shooting a sizable load of cum which ran down the drain, along with the rest of the runoff soap as he rinsed off. Finished, and feeling refreshed, he stepped out and toweled himself down.
He…stank, he realized. In fact, he smelled worse now that he was out of the shower, than he had before…but it was a good stink. It was his stink. He took a long whiff of his pits, feeling his cock shudder in his fat, but saved it. His boys would enjoy it too, after all. He gave his hair and beard a shake, and then stepped back out, and headed for the kitchen, where his boys were just finishing up the meal. The sight, and smell, of their daddy alarmed them at first, but once he had each of them tucked under an armpit for a moment, they were happy to sniff and lick at them while he ate–Brett ending up under the table to clean off daddy’s nasty feet, while Nate cleaned out his stinking fat rolls, Maury feeding them more as they pleased him.
Meanwhile, the drain fed the shower’s grey water down into the basement, where the filter was chugging away, and Rich, still encased in rubber, found himself gulping down…something new. For the longest time, it had just been this…foul liquid flooding into his mouth, a taste he had learned to enjoy, at this point, but this was different. It was…less concentrated, but there was more off it, tasting like wet dog and dirty jockstraps, and as he drank it, he felt his own body…begin to sweat, and shift around uncomfortably in the rubber body suit. It was good though–this was right. He felt like his mind had slowed down, his thoughts caught in a rubber prison, his mind mostly empty, unless he was consuming the liquid pouring into him. He wasn’t finished yet, though–he could tell. Soon, hopefully, but he didn’t know for certain.
Upstairs, the three men lounged about, bellies full, the boys reveling in their daddy’s powerful musk, and enjoying his furry body. They…knew something had changed, but couldn’t quite figure out what, exactly. “Alright boys, daddy is going to watch some TV for a bit. Why don’t the two of you go play in your rooms until dinner?” They nod, not quite sure where they’re going, but they know they’ll figure it out as they leave the kitchen. Alone again, Maury heaves himself up from the chair and goes back into the TV room, where it sits back down on the couch, turns on the TV, and before long is staring at the static, eyes glazed over, drool running down his chins, and learning so…so much he never knew about being a proper daddy.
This poll will be a bit different! The top two answers on this poll will be used for inspiration in the next two chapters, one posted on Saturday and the next (ideally) on Sunday, but early next week in any case. So, each boy has a room with a special theme–what should the themes be?
- A room that looks suspiciously like a nursery.
- A room adjacent to the garage, full of biker and redneck gear.
- A room full of dirty laundry and porn that reeks of cum.
- A shack outside, that smells of odd musk and smoke.
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