Author: wesleybracken8258

Daddy Whores (Part 2)

“Hello Officer Carson, I believe you arrested one of my daddies today.”

Carson looked up, and say the young man across his desk, staring at him. His eyes were chilling, somehow, and he quickly looked away, and back at the report he’d been writing. “You mean the faggot I caught blowing a guy behind a cafe? Who are you, his son?”

“Oh no–I’m his boy.”

Carson remembered the older man mentioning a boy before, when he demanded payment. “Well, whoever you are, we’re holding him at least overnight. You can bail him out tomorrow.”

“Oh no, I won’t be bailing him out, you’re going to take me to wherever he’s being held, release him, and let us go on our way.”

There was a force to the young man’s words, similar to the old man’s had had earlier. But before, when the man had spoken, he’d found his body compelled to act–this merely felt like a…strong suggestion. But whether it had something to do with him breaking free of the man’s control earlier, or simply because the boy hadn’t been as forceful as he could be, it wasn’t clear. One thing was certain–there was power there, and a latent threat, but while Carson might not understand how the boy’s power worked, he also didn’t think there was anything the boy could really do to him. “No–No, I won’t be doing that. Now why don’t you leave, and you can collect your perverted father tomorrow.”

“I never said he was my father–I said he was my daddy,” the boy said, perturbed, “and you would do well to do as I say. I can be rather…petulant, I’ve been told. There are worse things I could make you do, then get a nice blow job from one of my daddies.”

“I don’t know what sort of shit you have going on, or how any of that happened earlier,” Carson said, leaning close, “But that won’t ever be happening again. Now leave.” He met the boy’s eyes again, and this time, didn’t look away, no matter how icy they seemed. But a second later, when he couldn’t break the contact…he was no longer sure if he’d been the one to choose to meet his eyes or not, and a knot of fear started growing in his gut.

“You should have been afraid of me a minute ago, when I was willing to be a little patient. Besides, if you’re going to make me leave my home, and make one of my daddies drive me all the way into the city, just because you can’t enjoy yourself, well, then I can at least get something out of it, right?”

This wasn’t right–he wasn’t right. The eyes were no longer simply intense, they were boring into Carson’s mind. His vision was losing focus, and beginning to spin around the axis of the boy’s eyes, and soon, they were the only stable thing in a sea of color, even his body ceased to exist, and what remained of Carson, the boy…was putting a cramped little box, a partition of a mind, and the rest of him…the boy was making something else–someone else. The spinning began to slow down, and the world began to return, but it wasn’t the world Carson remembered–not quite. At last, he was able to yank his eyes away with a shuddering sob, and look down at himself–and if Carson had been able to, he would have screamed.

This wasn’t his body. These weren’t his clothes. He was still in a police uniform, but instead of being cleaned and starched, it was wrinkled and heavily stained, smelling like it hadn’t been washed in a week or more. He had a gut which stretched the shirt out enough that gaps were appearing between the buttons, displaying slivers of a filthy undershirt below, and his arms and chest had lost almost all of their definition, leaving him looking weak. He felt his age, more than his saw it–the aches, the dim, blurry vision, the difficulty hearing–but he did see the beard–the thick grey beard hanging down to his gut. He tried to figure out what had happened to him, tried to remember who he’d been, but that was when he discovered that not only was this not his body, it also wasn’t his mind.

Officer Carson was sixty years old, and would have retired had he not lost his retirement due to…poor life choices at a casino not far out of town. He was on desk duty all day long, and spent most of the day eating, and…and fantasizing about his fellow officers, thinking about pleasing them, about how good it would feel to have his ass or mouth stuffed full of their big cocks. Yeah, he was a slutty, fat, officer daddy, and…and he looked at the boy–no, he looked at his boy, and all he felt was love, and desire, and also complete and utter terror. He’d disobeyed his boy, a direct order from his boy–what in the world had he been thinking?

“Don’t get too comfortable, daddy. After all, we still need to go get Daddy Emil out of holding, right?”

“Yes boy, I’m…I’m sorry boy, right away…” Carson said, his voice raspy and quiet. He hauled himself up out of his chair, feeling how much he ached, and led the way away from his desk, towards the holding cells. He was nervous, each time he encountered a fellow officer, but while they all regarded him with utter disdain (which he rightfully deserved, of course) they did all recognize him. His old self–that officer no longer even existed. The only knowledge and evidence of his was locked away in a small corner of his mind, which was growing more and more distant by the minute. They were alone in the elevator a moment later, heading down, when he turned to his boy, “Am…Are you going to change me back? Please–I didn’t know…”

The boy just laughed. He was still laughing when the elevator stopped, and Carson’s heart sank even lower than he’d imagined it could, as they headed for the cells.

Daddy Whores (Part 1)

Officer Carson was at his desk, finishing his report of the arrest he’d made earlier that afternoon, back behind the cafe where he usually gets lunch in the early afternoon. The report he was writing, detailed how he’d seen an older man strike up a conversation with a stranger at a table in the cafe, and the two of them had exited together and went around behind the building. Thinking it could be a drug deal, he went around the building after them, only to happen upon something…very different. There was definitely money exchanged, but not for drugs–behind the dumpster of the building, the older man was on his knees, sucking the younger man’s cock. Officer Carson told them to stop, the younger john booked it, and he arrested the older man and brought him in.

That’s what he was writing, at least, but that’s not quite what happened earlier that afternoon.

Some of it was true, of course. He had been at the cafe. He had witnessed money changing hands, and someone’s cock had gotten sucked. But the young man in his report–that had been him, and the very straight Officer Carson was still trying to fathom how, exactly, the old faggot had managed it. That is…how he’d gotten this young, strapping officer, back behind that cafe, willingly allowing that…disgusting old man to suck his cock.

Carson was a star of the police department. He’d only been on the force for a couple of years, but there was already chatter of him getting promoted to detective. He had proposed to his girlfriend a few months back, and they were planning their wedding this summer. He’d seen the man staring at him, through the cafe window for a minute or two. He looked to me in his seventies, at least, with almost no hair on his head, hunched over, his body almost lumpy with fat. He’d pegged him for a fag immediately–no normal man would just stand and stare at another dude like that, but he’d planned on just ignoring him, like usual. What he hadn’t expected, was the man to enter the cafe, bold as brass, waddle right over to Carson’s table and lean on the side, his face inches from Carson’s, who had his mouthful of sandwich. “Hello stud–I bet you’d like having that big cock sucked by daddy, wouldn’t you?”

Carson was too surprised to speak, and as he struggled to swallow, the old man’s hand found its way into his lap, to the bulge which was well outlined in the uniform pants Carson wore rather tight, and he couldn’t help but moan through half-chewed bite. In less than a minute later, he’d followed the old faggot out and around behind the building, dropped his pants, and the old fuck had started slobbering all over his cock. The entire time, Carson tried to deny it was happening, told himself that he needed to stop this, that he didn’t want this. But…but he did. He enjoyed the faggot’s mouth–it was a better blowjob than he’d ever had in his life, and he came after a couple of minutes, the fag swallowing it all down hungrily.

“Thank you for feeding this daddy,” he said, and stumbled up, “But there is matter of payment. Twenty dollars for this pig daddy’s services, please–this daddy has to keep his boy fed, sir.”

Carson wanted to refuse, but as in the rest of the encounter, he found his body acting on its own. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, handed the old man a twenty dollar bill, which he quickly stuffed in a pocket.

“Thank you sir! I’ve seen you eating lunch here often, and I’ll be sucking your delicious cock regularly, yes I will!” The fat man hauled himself back up to his feet, and Carson’s disgust welled back up at the sight of him. He was so fucking vile, and he’d just let that…toothless mouth suck his cock. He was shaking with fear and rage as the fat man walked back around to the front of the building, a bit of a skip in his waddle, and Carson couldn’t move–but he fought past whatever block this was, forced himself to grab the old man and shove him up against the wall, arresting him for prostitution. The whole time, the man was whining, saying he couldn’t be arrested that if he didn’t get home to his boy that evening he’d be in such trouble. Carson didn’t listen to a word he had to say, however, and it was clear that the old man was…shocked, and frustrated, that Carson was no longer obeying him. In the end, the old man would probably be held overnight, and then released–Carson, after all, didn’t want the matter investigated too deeply, unless his own…actual involvement be discovered. But a night in jail might be enough to discourage the faggot from approaching him again.

He was nearly done with the report, and most of the other officers had gone home for the evening, and he was planning on following them out the door soon. But before he could, a young man, he couldn’t have been much more than twenty, looked into the room, a bit timidly. He was chubby, with disheveled hair, and quite pale skin, like he hadn’t seen the sun in quite a while, and his clothes fit quite poorly. One of the other officers asked him if he was lost, and the young man, in a small voice, politely asked the man to show him where he could find Officer Carson. The officer was more than happy to help such a helpless boy, and pointed him to Carson’s desk, and continued on his way. The boy’s eyes hardened at the sight of the man who had caused him and one of his daddies such trouble–but he knew how to deal with men like that, oh yes he did, and this Officer Carson would learn his place soon enough.

Roundup (2/24/2017)

wesleybracken:

Hey all! Finally back in the States, and there’s been a few weeks of good stuff you might have missed around the internet!

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@loakachunk – I’ve definitely been enjoying Loakachunk’s stories lately–I reblogged one a little bit ago, called “Mad Science”. If you like weight gain fiction, definitely check his stuff out, and you can help support his writing on Patreon too! He’s even got commission slots open, if you’re aching to have someone write some fatty stories for you…

@biggerchanger – Hoping to see more from this newer author too. Looks to be interested in growth, bears, and brutes, so I’d recommend checking out their stuff if that’s your sort of thing.

@aardvarkia – Aardvark is an excellent author, and while his stuff doesn’t check many of my boxes (too much muscle, too much heterosexual content, too little sex) his work is popular for a reason! If you like age progression, wish fulfillment and muscle growth, then this will scratch your itch.

Stories

“Over Spilled Drinks” by Loakachunk – weight gain, revenge, and a very nice cum-inflation.

“Redesigning the Architect” by Potentialsinner – nice start to a blue collar TF story, by the same author who wrote “The Men’s Room”, which I recommended in the last roundup. 

“A Lifetime at the Museum” by Voodooweaver – weight gain, age progression, cock shrink, humiliation, revenge–all the good stuff. 

CYOC Interactives

More Shitty Bigfoots! – Quite a few chapters got added on here over the last few weeks. Apparently there was a hidden need for this sort of thing. I haven’t added anything to it, but enough people have asked that I’m thinking about it actively.

Country Boy TF – Would love to see this head more towards slobby redneck and away from hetero bro-country territory, but hey, it’s not bad in any case.

Caveman TF – Always nice to see these done well, with a good emphasis on the mind drain and musk. 

Weight Gain / Bear Start – Nice start to a weight gain / bear TF story, but who knows if it will go anywhere.

Movie Night (Part 2)

Wade and Phil had been using Matt as a clueless fucktoy for close to a year now, after discovering that spell book in the attic of the house, shortly after moving in. As soon as Matt–or Jess–set foot in their house, neither one of them could resist a command from either man. But Matt…had never been very exciting in bed, and that was when, perusing the book one evening, a spell had appeared which Phil thought might be the answer to their problems. They’d tried it the next week, casting it on Matt and their TV, so that whenever Matt saw a person on the screen, Phil and Wade could make him believe he was that character until dawn that next morning–or at least, that’s all they thought it would do.

In fact, they discovered quickly, the spell did more than make Matt think he was that person, he actually became a complete copy of that character in the movie. Over the weeks, Matt had been any number of different porn stars–Wade and Phil had wide ranging tastes, and almost always liked their sex kinky. Matt had been a massively fat pig slut, a twinky stripper, a stupid muscle faggot, several different bear slaves, and when Wade had found this film online the week before, they’d both known for sure that they needed Matt to be this guy next.

The more Matt watched, the more and more his body copied the appearance of the guy in the film, the tattoos coating his body as his hair shrank away, and that hunger in his ass was becoming more and more difficult to deny. Pretty soon, Matt’s memories of his life with Jess had completely faded away, replaced with new ones–how he spent his days and nights as a skinhead slut pig, begging rough and dirty men like the one on the screen to fuck and fist his holes. He moaned on the couch when Wade’s fist slipped into his ruined hole, and when Phil pulled his cock free from his pants, his mouth watered. He kept one eye on the screen for a while longer, until his transformation finished, and then the new skinpig devoted his attention to the cock in front of him, worshiping it happily for the rest of the night, down in the dungeon below the house.

The next morning, Matt left, his old self again, no memory of the night before aside from a pleasant evening watching a movie with his two best friends. Still, he…really wasn’t very happy with Jess–maybe she did have a point. What if he really was gay? Maybe next week, he could talk to the guys about these new feelings he was having. They might be able to help him sort things out.

Roundup (2/24/2017)

Hey all! Finally back in the States, and there’s been a few weeks of good stuff you might have missed around the internet!

Tumblr Blogs

@loakachunk – I’ve definitely been enjoying Loakachunk’s stories lately–I reblogged one a little bit ago, called “Mad Science”. If you like weight gain fiction, definitely check his stuff out, and you can help support his writing on Patreon too! He’s even got commission slots open, if you’re aching to have someone write some fatty stories for you…

@biggerchanger – Hoping to see more from this newer author too. Looks to be interested in growth, bears, and brutes, so I’d recommend checking out their stuff if that’s your sort of thing.

@aardvarkia – Aardvark is an excellent author, and while his stuff doesn’t check many of my boxes (too much muscle, too much heterosexual content, too little sex) his work is popular for a reason! If you like age progression, wish fulfillment and muscle growth, then this will scratch your itch.

Stories

“Over Spilled Drinks” by Loakachunk – weight gain, revenge, and a very nice cum-inflation.

“Redesigning the Architect” by Potentialsinner – nice start to a blue collar TF story, by the same author who wrote “The Men’s Room”, which I recommended in the last roundup. 

“A Lifetime at the Museum” by Voodooweaver – weight gain, age progression, cock shrink, humiliation, revenge–all the good stuff. 

CYOC Interactives

More Shitty Bigfoots! – Quite a few chapters got added on here over the last few weeks. Apparently there was a hidden need for this sort of thing. I haven’t added anything to it, but enough people have asked that I’m thinking about it actively.

Country Boy TF – Would love to see this head more towards slobby redneck and away from hetero bro-country territory, but hey, it’s not bad in any case.

Caveman TF – Always nice to see these done well, with a good emphasis on the mind drain and musk. 

Weight Gain / Bear Start – Nice start to a weight gain / bear TF story, but who knows if it will go anywhere.

Movie Night (Part 1)

“I guess I just wish you wanted to watch movies with me as much as you want to watch with them,” Jess said to Matt. She had a playful tone, but he could tell she was hurt a bit, “and you always come back so late.”

“I’m just next door, Jess–they’re our neighbors, and it’s only once a week,” he said. “You have your girl’s night out don’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s just…I don’t have my girl’s night with a couple of lesbians, ok? It’s weird that you hang out with them so much.”

Matt rolled his eyes, “You’re so paranoid. They’re just nice guys!”

“And they obviously want to have sex with you. They look at you like I do,” Jess said.

“Whatever–I’m going over there, and you can work out your paranoia alone, how about that?” he said, properly angry now. He left the house without saying goodbye, headed down the driveway and over to Wade and Phil’s house next door. So what if they were gay? They were just guys like him. And honestly, sometimes he preferred spending time with them to his nagging wife, not that he’d ever tell her that. Besides, they were always perfect gentlemen–he’d never even been hit on by either of them. They knew he was straight, and they were all just friends. He knocked on the door, and pushed the anger aside. He was just going to have a good movie night, and not let Jess ruin it for him. Wade opened the door a moment later, and he stepped inside, the usual wave of relaxation washing over him. He just…always felt so good, when he was here. The house was so clean and organized, everything in it’s place. He didn’t even notice as he was taking his clothes off, stripping naked before taking his usual place between them on the couch, the two of them still fully clothed. “Alright guys, what are we watching this week?” Matt asked.

“Heh, this is one of my favorites, Matt. Ready Wade?”

Wade nodded, and they started the movie. It opened in some dark dungeon, where two guys dressed in rubber were working over a third in between them, and the guy was a fucking freak. His entire body was covered in tattoos, from the neck down, and he had a ton of metal pierced in his face. His head was shaved, and he looked like he was drugged out of his mind, as the other two bent him over and started fisting his hole.

Matt just zoned out, working his cock, oblivious to the tattoos that were starting to snake their way over his body. Wade pulled up one of his legs, giving him access to Matt’s ass, and he started working it with a couple of fingers, his hole already starting to loosen. “Yeah Matt, this is definitely one of your hottest movies, I think. You really liked having those two freaks fist your holes, didn’t you?”

“Fuck yeah, Mate,” Matt said, drooling a bit as he stared at the TV, “I was…real fuckin’ hot in this one, for fuckin’ sure.”

Do you still take commissions or is it all via a patreon now?

I still open up commission slots rarely. I almost never open slots up in the fall or winter, however, because work gets very busy, and that’s also usually when we’re vacationing.

However, Patreon supporters of every amount will have first dibs on any slots that I do open, and every month Patreon supporters can suggest ideas for short stories that they want to see.

I can also say that I most likely won’t ever be opening up for long form commissions in the foreseeable future, that is, stories over 10,000 words. I just have too many other projects of my own I want to work on, and those require a substantial amount of time and focus. The one exception to that are Patreon commissions of course, which can be quite long, but in general I much prefer a subscription model to a commission model. Its more consistent for me, there’s less chance of people flaking out, and I have less of a chance of burning out.

Warren’s Demons (Patreon Suggestion)

Each month, I’m going to be taking suggestions from people supporting my writing on Patreon, and turn those suggestions into stories! I might publish one or two here, but if you want to read the other ones, you can go here. Anyone giving at least a dollar can give suggestions, and see the resulting stories, and pledging $5 or $10 gets you even more exclusive content! Find out more on my page here.

I bet he won’t even recognize you, you fucking pig.

Warren got off the train, feeling his body shaking and quaking with each step down to the platform–and all he wished was that it didn’t feel…so fucking good, all of the time.

You love it piggy, you can admit it. You couldn’t stop now, even if I hadn’t made myself such a cozy nest in your little soul.

His cock had been rock hard the entire train ride, just from squeezing into the small seat with the older man beside him, knowing he was taking up too much room, that the man was disgusted by him–all he’d been able to do, or all the demon had allowed him to do, was take six trips to the bistro car, where he’d stuff himself, and then go to the bathroom to jack his cock, before returning to his seat, sweatier and heaving for breath, before the whole cycle would repeat itself. It was a nightmare, but it was no longer anything new for him.

He hadn’t always been this large–375 pounds when he’d last weighed himself, or when he’d last been forced to weigh himself. He could barely believe that just four months earlier, he’d been 160 pounds, a normal, healthy college student. He still didn’t know how it had happened, but one morning a few months before, he’d woken up in his dorm room, as usual, and there…had been a voice in his head. He’d known that it wasn’t his own, but he found himself helpless against it–if the voice told him to do something, then he would obey–and from that day forth, all the voice wanted him to do was eat. At first, if he fought, he’d be able to resist and go to class or go to the gym, but as the voice promised, these moments of rebellion were always repaid with substantial punishment. Warren, who had always been straight, found himself hungry for cock as much as he was for food. He was forced into humiliatingly ill-fitting clothes, his growing gut dropping lower and lower below the bottom of his shirt–for he was packing on pounds faster than should be humanly possible.

But now, the moment he’d been dreading most was here–he was home for the summer, where he’d be living with his dad for the next three months, and if there was one thing his father had always hated, it was fat fucks like his son had become.

I bet, when he finally does recognize you, he’s going to hate you so much. He’s going to be so disgusted by you, you won’t even be able to stop yourself from cumming in the front of those tight shorts you’re wearing…and you’re going to make sure he knows what his piggy son just did, too, aren’t you?

It wasn’t even speaking in orders or demands anymore–just the mere suggestion was enough to fill Warren’s mind with the most perverse of fantasies. Sure enough, once he’d gotten into the station with his bag, he’d seen his muscular father waiting for his slim, handsome son. Warren walked right in front of him, and he didn’t give him a second look. “Hey dad, ready to get going?” he asked, mouth a bit dry in anticipation.

The look of horror on his father’s face, at seeing his son was now over twice the size he should have been, was–true to the demon’s word–humiliating, and yet so satisfying. With a nice, loud groan, he shot a load of cum into his shorts, and then pulled his father into a hug, grinding his soft groin against him, until his father’s recoiled away from him, unable to even form words.

Needless to say, his father was furious, yelling and shouting at him the whole way home, the demon chuckling in Warren’s mind the whole time. His father told him he was utterly disgusting, that he was a shameless display of gluttony. Warren very nearly started jacking off right there, the demon urging him gently, but only the sheer horror at his father seeing him do such a thing stayed his desperate hand. His father told him Warren was going on a diet, his father was going to be supervising every meal, and he would have his son back in shape in no time–the demon just laughed, and laughed, and laughed, because the demon had other plans, that night.

Warren, awoke shortly after midnight, feeling like he was either sleepwalking or dreaming. He’d become somewhat used to this sensation–it occurred whenever the demon took full control of his body and mind, forcing Warren to become little more than a passenger in his own flesh. It happened rarely now, usually only when Warren needed severe punishment, and he began to worry.

Oh Piggy, you still think this is about you, don’t you? No–you have your father to blame for this. All of it. You were merely the first piece of a larger puzzle. Don’t worry, you’ll very much enjoy what comes next. This is going to be the summer of your piggy dreams.

The demon guided his body into his father’s room, far more stealthily and gently than his massive frame should have been capable of, and…he didn’t remember the details of what came next. He spoke these strange words in a language that seemed…impossibly complex, the words so hot they singed his lips. He swore he saw…something slip into his father’s body, causing him to stir–and then his dad got up from his bed, gave Warren a wink, got dressed and left the house, driving away in the middle of the night. Whatever it was, the demon was happy–he allowed Warren to gorge himself on whatever he could find in the house, and then Warren passed out on the couch, snoring away, until the slamming of a door, woke him with a start.

“SSoooeeeyy! Where’s my little piggy boy?”

It was his father’s voice, but it was not his father speaking. Warren only had time to heave himself up from the couch, before his father was in the room, bearing a pile of pizzas and at least ten bags from fast food joints around the city. That wasn’t the only thing different, either. He’d left the house in fairly normal clothes, but was now dressed head to toe in leather, his hair cropped short, stubble across his face, his eyes both excited and terrified. He knew that look–he’d seen it in his own eyes many times in the last few months. His father was possessed, just like him.

Yes, the deal required a friend of mine from far below. Quite sadistic and lustful, but with a gluttonous side as well. You’ll be enjoying him a lot, I promise.

His father dropped the food onto the coffee table, shoved Warren back onto the couch, and started ripping and tearing off his tight clothes until his son was naked, and then his possessed father began making out with him–kissing him, worshiping his fat body.

Yeah, look at that sick fuck–look how much he loves you now. How much he needs your fat by him. Piggy–your new daddy here is going to make sure you have everything you need from now on. Plenty of rough fucks and long feeding sessions, and loads and loads of cum for your thirsty piggy throat. We’ll feed him too–you’ll like that, won’t you? Stuffing your skinny father’s face until he’s the size you are now? Of course, by then, you’ll be well on your way to at least 700–but that excites you, doesn’t it? It’s probably all you want at this point–to be massively obese, and get fucked every day by your daddy’s big cock.

Warren had already lunged for the food, taking a hamburger for himself first, and then taking a second and shoving it in his father’s face, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure from the taste.

And when you’re both well past the point of no return? Well, then we’ll have fulfilled our bargain. And you’ll never hear from me again. You won’t be able to stop, of course, so don’t imagine you could ever get your body back. But most importantly, I don’t think your father will be bothering anyone about their weight again, any time soon, do you?