Summers With My Nephew (Caption)

We’ve been taking this trip out here in the summer for years now, just me and the boy. Well, he’s my boy out here of course, but when we’re back in the city, he’s my nephew. We’re close then, but not this close. I think, at times, he suspects something when he comes over with the guys for a poker night, when I purposefully smoke the same cigars I do when we’re here, at the cabin, and he pops a boner for reasons he can’t understand (the rest of the guys are all in on it, of course, but none of them say a word–if they did, they wouldn’t be getting another invite out here, that’s for sure.)

He’s been mine since he was in college, when he found that odd little mushroom in the woods and wasn’t as careful as he should have been with it. It fucked up his brain for hours–but I found out, in the midst of his trip, that he was, well, highly suggestible. When he came to, and couldn’t stop himself from begging his big burly uncle for his cock, no matter how humiliated he felt–well, let’s just say we spent the next few days hunting for more mushrooms, and the boy has been on quite a few trips since.

I make sure he forgets most everything when he goes back home, but in the summers, when we drive up here, I can always see…flickers of his memory returning, but there’s nothing he can do. The boy is so deeply under my control at this point, that even his resistance is planned ahead of time by me, and each summer I make sure to send the boy on another trip, and deepen that hold I have on him a little more, push him to new horizons, find new ways to bend him into a the proper boy. It’s a shame he’s related to me, or else I’d have him as my boy full time. Still, the mushroom dries remarkably well, and it’s helped me cultivate a whole stable of obedient slave boys back in the city that me and my friends get to use the rest of the year.

No–I’d rather these summer weeks be special. Just a leather uncle and his unwilling, but helpless, nephew–worshiping him, falling deeper and deeper into depravity each time. I think this time, he’s going to leave a proper smoke and ash pig. I’ve been encouraging him this last year to pick up the cigar habit like me, but he’s been stubborn–I hate that stubborn streak of his, when it pops up, so it’s time to make him a proper addict. Cigars when he can, dip when he’s inside–and of course, an inexplicable desire to eat his own ash and drink his own spit–as well as other guys’ as well. In a couple of weeks, he’ll be smoking more than me I bet–he’ll hate it I’m sure, but he’s my boy, whether he likes it or not. Besides, quite a few guys back home have been wondering when he’ll be a proper smoke pig like I keep promising–and I’d hate to disappoint them when we get back.

Soft (Caption)

There…was nothing wrong with being a bit soft, Jack supposed.

After all, football season was over, and while he’d been fattening up somewhat over the last few months, ever since he’d moved into this new place, where his kind landlord, Mr. Robbins, insisted on having Jack eat every meal with him. The meals were huge, and while he’d tried to object at first, at this point, he couldn’t. He’d just sit down and eat everything his landlord put in front of him, and the smiling happiness on the old man’s face would make Jack happy too, and he’d feel better about being…softer.

But other things were softening too, it seemed like. Like his mind was getting softer, flabbier, and slower–just as his body was now too. He’d been finding it really difficult to work on his school work, and often would just sit on the couch, keeping Mr. Robbins company while his landlord smoked one of his pipes, musing idly, talking about nothing in particular, or at least nothing that Jack could seem to remember.

But there was nothing wrong with being soft, he told himself. If anything, he liked being soft–both soft in the body, and soft in the mind. Mr. Robbins would take care of him, of course–Mr. Robbins was such a good man, so handsome, so…so sexy, even. Maybe…maybe one day, Jack would be as sexy as him, with his big belly, and big beard, and that sweet pipe smoke of his–but while Mr Robbins might look soft at first, his mind was…sharp. Much sharper than Jack’s could ever be.

Still, there was nothing wrong with that, with being all soft inside and out. It was good showing off his softness–just wearing his underwear in the house, enjoying how much Mr. Robbin’s liked looking at his growing boy, feeling how horny he’d get when Mr. Robbin’s would shake and pat his belly, thinking about how he couldn’t jack off anymore without thinking about the old man in the house with him, how…how badly he wanted his landlord to fuck him, how he wanted to worship him.

Maybe…tonight. Yeah, tonight, when he had his smoke. He would ask him. Ask Mr. Robbin’s if he could touch his soft gut, see if he could suck his cock–soft was good after all, but a hard cock…he had a feeling that nothing would be better than a hard cock, surrounded by soft. His soft mouth, his soft ass, so…soft. He begged him for it, and Mr. Robbin’s obliged–and he was right. He felt like a marshmallow, Mr. Robbin’s big cock the tine sliding into him without any resistance, his insides so sticky and sensual, just like the cum that exploded from Jack’s cock in the middle of his virgin fuck, the smoke swirling around him while Mr. Robbin’s just smiled, kneading the boy’s soft ass, knowing that soon he wouldn’t even go back to school, wouldn’t even leave the house. Jack would be too soft to stand, too soft to get out of bed, too soft to think, too soft to talk, too soft to do anything other than eat, and roll over so Master and his friend’s could fuck him, skewer him–and one would purchase him, eventually. Men loves Mr. Robbin’s soft boy’s after all–no one could make them like he could.

(Caption) Gooner Ransom

How many hours had it been now? He couldn’t break his eyes away from the stream of words and pictures flashing across his screen to even look at the clock in the corner, but he knew that the last time he’d had a break, it had been four hours…but this seemed to be taking even longer than before.

It was a program had promised an automated porn experience–the site just showed him the pictures, allowing him to jack off without having to focus on anything–but whoever had made it wanted ten bucks to download it! He ended up pirating it instead, but…something was wrong. It wasn’t showing him pictures he wanted to see, it was all men, and these humiliating words, and he…he couldn’t seem to stop watching it, or close it, or anything.

Even worse, when the program paused every little while, he’d been changing, and someone had been chatting with him, demanding he pay the most exorbitant ransom, or else the program would keep running–money he didn’t even have! Tens of thousands of dollars! He’d begged the last time, asking whoever it was to just let him go, that he couldn’t pay that much even if he wanted to…and now this session had been the longest of them all…and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep stroking like this.

Almost like it was sensing his exhaustion, the constant stream of pictures finally stopped, and the chat window appeared–he gasped for breath, relieved he could finally stop–at least until he saw himself. He’d been young and thin before…but now…this wasn’t his body! He was older, at least middle aged, with a thick gut, a beard, and…and a tiny cock, only about three inches, rubbed raw from the session he’d just been through.

Since you couldn’t pay me in money, I decided to take a down payment in something you could pay me with. — the message popped up on the screen, and he sobbed a little. Now, if you want to stop, it’ll still cost you–5,000 dollars. You have an hour to comply.

He…he could maybe do that. He went to his bank, but didn’t have enough in his accounts to cover it…but maybe one of his meager investments could help? He tried to get the money out, but it was taking too much time!

*What’s taking so long? Still don’t have the money? That’s ok, I can take more payment in other ways. Make you a dirty old man, cock that can’t even work, obsessed with watching porn all day long. Maybe you haven’t paid me because that’s what you want…*

He tried to again, but the money still hadn’t cleared by the time the hour was up. The images began again, and helpless, he returned to masturbating…praying that the next time he got a break, he might still be able to pay his way out of his new fate.

Demon in the Sheets (Caption)

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So you wanted your boyfriend to be a demon in the sheets? Give your hole a real devil of a time? Well you weren’t expecting that spell you read to take itself so literally, in any case. You cast it on him, and before you even really had time to register what had happened, the fiery portal had opened up behind him, and the hands–or maybe claws and hooves would be a better word for what you saw–grabbed him and dragged him back inside, and it closed up again, your boyfriend gone, aside from the scorch marks on the carpet where he’d stood a second before.

You didn’t know what to do, but you certainly weren’t going to try casting another spell from that book. It was easy enough to cover his disappearance in the meantime–telling your friends the two of you had had a big fight, he’d left afterward, and you hadn’t seen him since. It was three full days later, and you had assumed he would be gone forever, when the portal opened back up again in your bedroom, while you were getting ready for bed, and your boyfriend stepped back out of it–only he wasn’t the same person he’d been before, and he also wasn’t alone.

He wasn’t human anymore–he was horned, his eyes burning like coals, feet and hands contorted into claws and hooves–just like the other two demons who followed him through the portal into the room. The three beasts pinned you down and started raping you, ravaging you with their massive cocks until you were exhausted, too tired to fight them, and they dragged you through the portal with them.

The police investigated later, but neither of you ever appeared again in this world–but why would you? Your boyfriend, now the rough, sexual demon, and you, his subservient worm sex slave. You’re both much happier now, I can imagine–and now, the book moves to another owner, someone else who desires power, but doesn’t quite know what they will give up to receive it.

Arctos: Gaining Powder (Caption)

He knew he should have never trusted that site online. Arctos–a company he’d never even heard of, but the gaining powder was cheap, and the results it promised were great–if, as it turned out, a bit ambiguous. After all, Max had bought the powder hoping to gain muscle. However, after the first time he mixed it, by the time he’d gotten back from the gym…well, he had gained something, but it wasn’t muscle, it was a potbelly.

He was horrified at first–he tried to call the company, sent emails, but while he did…his mind kept wandering, thinking about how satisfied he’d felt when he’d drank that shake earlier, how…full he’d been. He was starting to get hungry, and he started snacking, and eating, but that emptiness wouldn’t go away, not until he gave in, mixed himself another shake using the powder…and sure enough, he grew again, his potbelly becoming a small gut–but now it was also covered in hair, and rubbing it felt…so damn good.

The hunger didn’t go away though. It hadn’t gone away in days. He’d tried to throw the powder away, but everytime he did, a new bottle would appear on the doorstep from the company, like they knew what he was trying to do. Still, he wouldn’t give in, he…he wouldn’t. Still, strange things had been happening at night, and he was still getting bigger, and hairier, thinking about men, jacking off thinking about them worshipping his fat body, feeding him, servicing his cock…

He woke with the huge bottle at his lips, the shurry sliding down his throat. He’d been sleep eating, apparently, mixing the drink during the night–but his hunger was too much–he wanted it all. He tried to stop himself, but couldn’t–he drank it all, and could feel himself ballooning larger, growing even hairier than before, and when he finally finished, he was nearly 600 pounds, so heavy–but for the first time in a month, he actually felt full–and horny, but he couldn’t reach his cock.

Still, that wasn’t a problem. The chaser let himself in with the key Max had given him without realizing it, got down in front of Max on the couch, and started servicing him, as he had been for weeks, and Max…decided that being big could have its benefits after all.

[Caption] A Present for Coach

Fuck, I can…smell myself…I never knew I smelled so fucking good.

I didn’t really believe it, when coach told me what was going to happen, that I was really going to shoot my essence into this fucking jock, turn myself into a weak old, impotent man for him…but I’m so happy I did. I’d do anything for coach, ever since…ever since he cast that first spell on me from that book, told me I was going to be his obedient slave for the rest of my life, and it’s true. Not only can I not disobey him…I don’t even want to. Obeying him brings me the greatest pleasure, and now…now I can give him even more, all of my youth, all of my strength. Sure, I…I’m old now, and I can barely get a hard on–though smelling myself is doing a damn good job–but I didn’t deserve it.

He’s the one who deserves to be young, and strong, and I just hope after he puts it on and absorbs me that I’ll still be able to serve him. He…he said that I’ll just be a worthless old faggot after this, but I can still suck cock, and he can fuck me, and…and even if he doesn’t want me, I suppose that’s alright. At least I could give him this, all of myself, as a final token of my service to him.

Maybe…he’ll fuck me, after he absorbs me. Maybe he’ll bend my old ass over, and fuck me with his young cock, shoot a load of cum into me, fuck! I hope he does, I hope he gives me that much at least. I’d better get this to him right away–I can’t want to see my master in his true prime!

World’s Largest Cock (Sketch)

You can’t really blame him for staring, I mean, I’ve never met a guy who’s larger than me, and I can be a bit of a showoff. Sitting here in the stall, swinging my big, foot long cock back and forth, and he’s just standing there, watching, can’t look away, doesn’t even notice that he’s done pissing, he’s too focused on it. After all, how could you not want to look at it? And the more you look at it, the more you want to touch it.

At least, that’s what I’m suggesting. He protests a bit, gets red in the face, but he can’t look away, can’t step away, can’t figure out why his own cock is so damn hard, staring at mine. He starts edging closer, and then he has a hand on it, feeling the veiny surface, and just like I told him, as soon as he starts touching it, he starts thinking about how it must feel to be on it, impaled by it, his hole left gaping and ruined for life by my massive cock.’

He’s scared, of course. Who wouldn’t be? He’s a virgin, he’s never even thought of taking something up his ass before today, but it’s so…big, how could he not want it? It’s a perfectly normal reaction, I assure him, but he’s going to have to work at it, if he wants to get ready.

Each guy who comes in, he begs them to fuck him. Truckers, bikers, dads, old men, young men, college kids–they all do of course. Once they see my cock, they understand his need, they understand how much work he has to do. They all fuck him, raw and unlubed–that’s the only way I fuck, after all, so he’d best get used to it.

After four or five hours, he’s naked and sweating, his hold gaping, cum leaking from it, and he tells me he’s ready. I give him a go, and while I can get the head in (an impressive feat) I can’t get any deeper. He goes back to begging. Fists now–the bigger the better, and soon, he starts taking two at once, and then–then I fuck him. I ride him ragged, but now he knows what it feels like to get fucked by the biggest cock in the world. Now he knows what it feels like to be dumped on the floor of a dirty rest area, hole gaping, unable to close back up, jacking his own cock helplessly, trying to cum, but knowing he can’t–because nothing can feel as good as my cock did in his virgin hole. Because nothing will ever feel as good, ever again, because you can’t get fucked by my cock and not lose something.

He’s older now, hair white, muscles withered with a new potbelly, eyes dull and hopeless. He knows I ruined him. I took him manhood, his virility, his youth–all of it went into my cock, to make it just a little bit bigger, a little more irresistible. He doesn’t hate me though–he thanks me, knows that I deserve it more than he does, begs me for another fuck, but I just leave the worthless fucker there. Don’t feel sorry for him though–he did beg for it, after all.

Herman’s Pool Party (Caption Sketch)

It hadn’t quite been the pool party that Mac had expected, when his neighbor Herman had invited him. For one thing, the entire party was made up of men–and men who were not, exactly, in the most peak of physical condition. Even Mac wasn’t quite in as good of shape as he’d been when he was a bit younger, but compared to the old, fat men around the pool today, he was quite the stud, in his opinion. It was a nice confidence boost, in any case.

He also noticed, rather quickly, the party appeared to be composed of only men. He’d…had his suspicions about Herman perhaps being a fairy, but he hadn’t bothered asking. After all, it didn’t exactly have anything to do with him, who Herman decided to fuck, but he had the feeling that he’d been invited here today as eye candy–but before he could excuse himself, Herman had come over, welcomed him warmly, and pressed a beer into his hand, telling him to make himself comfortable.

It took Mac a couple of minutes to realize that Herman wasn’t actually wearing a swimsuit…in fact, quite a few of the men at the pool were swimming naked, letting their fat bodies and old cocks swing free, and while Mac knew he should feel some disgust…he felt something else quite surprising. He felt a bit…envious. They all seemed so happy, somehow, so free. None of them cared about what Mac thought of them–in fact, none of them had even really given him a second glance–which made him feel a bit…inadequate. Shouldn’t they all be interested in him, after all? He was the muscular, handsome one, right?

Instead, it was Mac who found himself…feeling a sudden attraction to the men around him, one he couldn’t understand, but one he also couldn’t control. He realized, a bit late, that Herman was beside him, talking to him about…something, something he couldn’t quite recall, and their conversation drifted to other topics quickly enough, but Mac felt like something was…off.

“You know Mac, wouldn’t you feel better taking a swim? It’s so hot out, don’t you think?”

“I…uh…I don’t know, I’m a bit…” he looked around him, and at the rest of the men, still confused, “I don’t really feel like I…belong here, somehow.”

“Nonsense friend, that’s why I invited you. Just relax! You’ll feel better in no time, after a while in the water. We’re a friendly bunch, you’ll see.”

So Mac did. He got in the water, swimming around with the other men, and to his surprise, he did loosen up a bit. When one of the men complimented him on his beard, he was confused for a moment–after all, he didn’t have a beard, did he?–but he just…relaxed, and went with the flow, feeling the beard on his chin growing in, just…just as it should be. He got to know some of the men, little by little, all of them warming up to him, complimenting him on his soft gut, his short but girthy cock, his white hair. He was so flattered by their attention, that when they started feeling him up, and sliding their cocks against him, he was just…so happy, so eager to go with the flow, to just relax. He ended up on his hands and knees beside the pool, Herman fucking his ass, another old man fucking his throat, and he was so…so happy, he just let everything float away.

Later that night, after plenty of fucks, and quite a few loads of his own, Mac returned home, and laid down in his bed, bones aching a bit, but happy that another one of Herman’s pool parties had gone off without a hitch. There was another one next weekend, and Mac was already thinking about it–stroking his cock, feeling his gut bounce, and thinking about all the cock he’d be sucking until then too–especially Herman’s.

A brand new Mac, relaxing alone after the party

The Three Daddies and a Spoiled Brat (Caption Sketch)

The four of us were on our way to Jeb’s parent’s cabin for the weekend, and we were getting there late, so we stopped at a bar along the way to get some food, and a drink. Now, I’m the only one of us who was under 21, but I had my fake ID with me. I don’t fuckin’ know how that old cunt knew it was fake, but when she refused to serve us…I got pissed, and maybe I said something I shouldn’t have. I didn’t fuckin’ faze her though–she just stared at me, and I felt this…chill run down my spine, and then she looked at my three friends, and told us to get the fuck out of her bar. We…did, but as I was leaving, she whispered to me, “If you want to act like a spoiled baby, you might as well be one.”

I felt weird for the rest of the drive. We all did, really. No one said much of anything, and we were all hungry, and I felt dumb for making a scene, and for being called out by some old bitch. We got to the cabin and started unloading, but as we did, I noticed that something was off about all of my friends. They seemed…older. Mitch had some grey hair in his beard, and his hair was receding. Nate’s beard was a bit longer, and he seemed chubbier than he had before. It was about that time, that I realized the crotch of my jeans felt warm, and when I looked down, I realized I had pissed my pants without even noticing.

Horrified, I ran inside to the bathroom, stripped out of my pants and got cleaned up–hoping no one had noticed. It took me about…half an hour? I walked back out, and found all three of my friends on the couch–fucking making out with each other like a bunch of fags! That, and all of them were white haired, and had stripped down to their underwear, showing off their hairy, chubby bodies, and I was so stunned that I fell down–and I couldn’t stand back up, no matter how hard I tried, and…and I fucking started to cry.

My three friends on the couch in the cabin, shifting

Jeb told me everything was ok, but before I could stop him, he put me in a diaper! I couldn’t even speak, everything came out as gibberish, and I watched all of my daddies having sex…and I got jealous. I got hard in my fucking diaper, and started groping myself, and when Daddy Nate saw, they gave me a spanking for being a naughty baby, and put these damn mitts on my hands! I just wanted to be a big boy like my daddies, but I was so naughty, all I could do was work myself into a fit of horniness.

Me the next morning, after falling asleep finally, still hard as a rock in my diaper

Thankfully, after the weekend, we all changed back–mostly. I…still have to wear a diaper, I can’t control it, and the only people who can change it are…are my daddies. Whenever I’m with them, they get old again, but they hate it–and they’re all avoiding me, but I don’t have a choice! I…I need to go back, and beg her to fix this, but I’m terrified. Terrified…she might just make it even worse. But what choice to we have?

Porn Addiction (Caption Sketch)

Jackson knew that porn addiction was a thing, of course, but it wasn’t something that he imagined might happen to someone like him. That was a problem that losers had, losers who couldn’t get cock, or ugly old men who never left their houses. He wasn’t an addict…but the videos on this site–once he’d found it, he kept thinking about them, all the time, and thinking about them would get them horny, and he found himself needing to watch them more and more. So much so, that he’d started sneaking off to the restroom at work with his phone in hand, and he’d work out a quick load watching one…first just once a day, but then, more and more.

It was sex he’d never seen before. The guys in the videos–they were no holds barred, total freaks and perverts with no limits. He watched them do things he’d never even contemplated before, and…and once he’d seen it, he found himself obsessed with it–things that had disgusted him before, like watersports or fisting, were now just warm ups. Still, he wasn’t an addict. He was just…kinkier than he’d thought, is all. He hadn’t had sex with another guy in weeks (or was it months) but what did that matter? He didn’t know anyone like this in real life–the only way he could enjoy it was…in porn, right?

He kept denying it, as long as he could. The days when he called in sick, that he spent in his room, edging for hours, stuffing himself with food he had delivered. When he hit his limit on the site…he had to subscribe of course, but the cost just seemed to keep going up every month. Sure, he didn’t…need it, but he wanted it, and that’s what really mattered. That is, until he got fired. Until he spent three solid days in his room, edging for hours on end, watching video after video–then…he realized he had a problem. Then he realized what a mess he’d become. He’d gained close to fifty pounds of fat, his body was filthy, he…looked older. He looked like the losers he’d always imagined a porn addict might be–and he realized that was exactly what he’d become.

Jackson reeking of musk and cum, in the midst of a four hour edge session

That’s when he’d gotten the email–from the site, offering him a choice. Keep paying to watch, and the site would keep draining him. Within the year, he’d be in his sixties, massively obese, sitting in his own filth, mindlessly jacking off until he just keeled over and died from one last massive orgasm–or he could come join the company as an actor, and make all of his fantasies come true.

He was scared at first. Then his hair started to grey. Then, he realized he could barely take leaving the house at all. If he didn’t go now–he knew he would never get away. So he left. He left, and went to the address the email told him, and two days later, he was in his first film.

No one would have known it was him, of course. Even he wouldn’t have known himself, if there was anything of Jackson even left in the filthy fat whore’s mind–but the company had gotten rid of all that for him. No–he was just another slave to their perverse, demonic pleasures, channeling that lust into the videos, broadcasting them to the world, hungry thinking about the souls corrupted by his unending desires, and he went back to groping his fat body and sucking at the cock in front of him, lost to lust forever.