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ChatChange (Part 4)

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Master Ogar is gone sir

DaddySugarBear: I can see that. You were a very good pig, you made daddy cum quite a few times with that performance. Did you enjoy your punishment, pig?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Yes sir, but he didn’t want me sir

RbbrPissSkinPOS: He didn’t want me to be his slave

DaddySugarBear: And how do you feel about that, pig?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: I really liked serving him sir. I really liked the taste of his cum and piss, and he was fuckin brutal, the way he abused by holes sir, my ass is still leaking

RbbrPissSkinPOS: But why didn’t he want me sir? Wasn’t I good? I did everything he wanted, why didn’t he want me?

DaddySugarBear: Oh pig, maybe he just didn’t want to saddled with a worthless pig. You can’t really blame him, you know. I mean, I sure wouldn’t want you living with me, you’re fucking disgusting!

RbbrPissSkinPOS: I guess but I thought he liked me

DaddySugarBear: That’s why no one asks slaves to think.

DaddySugarBear: Still, we’ve had enough fun for the night, don’t you think pig? What do you say I go ahead and turn you back? Would you like to stop being a pig now? Go back to that dull, boring life of yours?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: No sir, I want to be Masters slave!!!

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Plz you can help me right? Make me a perfect pig for him? Make me so fucking sexy he wont be able to say no to me!

RbbrPissSkinPOS: I’ll do anything but I need him sir, I need a master like him. I’m worthless without him!

DaddySugarBear: Oh? Are you sure?

DaddySugarBear: If you really want to be a slave, then I certainly won’t change you back, not ever, no matter what you say. Is that really what you want?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Oh fuck sir more than anything!

DaddySugarBear: If you say so.

DaddySugarBear: Still, if you’re going to be Ogar’s slave, then I suppose we should ask Ogar what he would want in a slave, don’t you think?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Yes sir!

<<Initiate Group Chat.>>

<<Invite contact [OgarBkeDdySdtMstr].>>

<<[OgarBkeDdySdtMstr] has joined the conversation.>>

OgarBkeDdySdtMstr: What the fuck do u want?

DaddySugarBear: This piece of skinhead shit has asked me to help him become worthy of becoming your slave. He says that you rejected his request earlier.

OgarBkeDdySdtMstr: Some request, that turd was fuckin sobbin could barely get a word out. Like Id wants some snivelling little cunt like that as a slave. Slaves take care of there masters not the other way round!

DaddySugarBear: Hmmm…I don’t think this worthless piece of shit is capable of taking care of anyone, much less a master.

OgarBkeDdySdtMstr: No shit! Why do u think I laughed in its face?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Plz sir! Im sorry sir but I want to serve you! Plz I’ll do anything!

OgarBkeDdySdtMstr: I don’t need shit! Ogar dont need anyone, dont want anyone, specialy not some worthless skinhead bitch!

DaddySugarBear: Ah, so you’re a bit of a lone wolf! I must say that explains quite a bit. Well, I don’t think there’s anyway to resolve this, really, as you both currently stand. I suppose we’ll just have to have you two meet somewhere in the middle.

OgarBkeDdySdtMstr: I aint meeting nowhere! I’m done with that pig, I never wanna see that fuck again

DaddySugarBear: It was just a figure of speech.

OgarBkeDdySdtMstr: ???

DaddySugarBear: Oh nevermind. Hold on….

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

OgarPimpzPigz: Yeah? What do ya have in mind?

DaddySugarBear: Oh, I’m merely suggesting that you add this piece of skin shit to your stable, is all. Surely you have some clients who might be interested in someone with him peculiar nature.

OgarPimpzPigz: Well sure, but look at it, the thing can’t stop masturbating! He wouldn’t be able to fuckin focus on a client!

DaddySugarBear: Oh that’s a relatively easy fix.

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

NullPOSSkin: What the fuck!

DaddySugarBear: See? Now he won’t have anything to distract him anymore.

NullPOSSkin: Where’d my cock and balls go, what the fuck!

OgarPimpzPigz: Huh, that would solve the problem, actually. Still, I have urinals. I have skins. I have freaks. He’s gotta bring somethin new to the table, ya know? Somethin to set him apart!

DaddySugarBear: Well, what would your customers want?

OgarPimpzPigz: Ya know u keep callin it a pig, and this one guys been askin me to let me fatten one a my whores up. Willin to pay a fuckin truckload. Suppose he could be useful that way. sides, the pigs already got some cushin, wont be hard packin on some more.

NullPOSSkin: I dont want to be fat and I want my cock back!

DaddySugarBear: Now remember what you asked for. You said you wanted to be his slave.

OgarPimpzPigz: That thing is such a bitch. I dont want no slave that’ll give me back talk. Dont need to be smart–dont need so slave smarter than the pimp ya know?

DaddySugarBear: Oh, I can take care of that, don’t worry about it.

NullPOSSkin: Oh no you fuckin dont!

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

DaddySugarBear: There that’s much better. Look at that thing now, it’ll be the perfect addition to your stable, I can assure you.

OgarPimpzPigz: Damn, that thing dont look like it has a thought in its head.

DaddySugarBear: That’s because it very nearly doesn’t. No brain left in that skull of its to cause you any trouble, just perfect, blind obedience to anyone it perceives as its superior, which I can guarantee you will be anyone it meets. It’s illiterate, so don’t give it any complicated commands. Simple sentences are best. It should be perfect for your needs.

OgarPimpzPigz: Well yeah, for now! But what happens when its big as a house? Once the guys done with it he aint gonna have a use for it n neither will I! Just a big worthless fat pig!

DaddySugarBear: Well, once it’s big enough that it can’t move, I would suggest installing it as a toilet. It’s so stupid it won’t know the difference. I’m sure you could sell it for a hefty price, or even rent it out, if you’d prefer.

DaddySugarBear: Now, there’s just a matter of my finder’s fee, and we can negotiate my cut of the profits. How much was this man going to pay you for such a whore?

OgarPimpzPigz: What the hell are ya talkin bout! I dont share my money with noone!

DaddySugarBear: Ogar, if you’d like to remain in the pimping profession, and not end up as a toilet pig yourself, I can assure you that my fee is a reasonable price to pay. Besides, I think we may have just happened upon a rather good venture! You bring me the requests from your clients, no matter how outlandish, and I can provide you a perfect whore to match. This whole chat has been quite fun, and I already feel like having another one sometime soon. What do you say, partners?

OgarPimpzPigz: Dont have much a choice do I?

DaddySugarBear: No, I suppose you don’t. Still, you should go pick up that pig before it hurts itself on something sharp by accident. We can hammer out the details later. Have a good night!

ChatChange (Part 3)

DaddySugarBear: Hello, anyone there?

HTHogarth: Hi. Who is this?

DaddySugarBear: Oh, just a mutual friend. Hold on a sec…

<<RealiChangeChat Enabled. Establish ChangeConnection…Connection Established. Subject ready for change.>>

<<Toggle SubjectAutonomy: Obedience–Unaware>>

DaddySugarBear: Alright, there we go. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? And turn on your webcam too, please.

HTHogarth: I’m not really that interesting. Just a bookworm mostly. I’m studying microbiology, and I’m planning on going into medicine, like my father. He’s always pressured me pretty hard to follow in his footsteps, though I always kind of wanted to be a musician.

HTHogarth: I play in the band here, and that’s a lot of fun–gives me something to do when I don’t have my face in a book, you know?

DaddySugarBear: This is all rather boring. Turn on your cam.

HTHogarth: Oh…sorry. You did ask.

DaddySugarBear: Yes, I did, I shouldn’t have. Cam?

HTHogarth: Oh right

<<CamChat enabled>>>

HTHogarth: You know, this is kind of weird. Do I know you?

DaddySugarBear: Oh no, you don’t know me yet.

HTHogarth: You know? I think I might just log off.

DaddySugarBear: Oh don’t go anywhere! We haven’t even started having any fun yet. Lean in closer so I can get a better look at what I’m starting with.

HTHogarth: What do you mean, “starting with”?

DaddySugarBear: Don’t worry about it. Damn, you’re like a twig, we’re going to have to fix that for sure. Just as boring as your friend was too, so we’ll have to make you a bit more interesting. I mean, what’s with your chat handle?

HTHogarth: HTH are my initials. Howard Thomas Hogarth.

DaddySugarBear: How about a nickname to start with? Nicknames make everyone more interesting, right Ogar?

HTHogarth: Ogar? What kind of name is that?

DaddySugarBear: Yours, soon enough.

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

OgarRoar: Well ya thats my name. People always call me that cause I look like a fuckin ogre.

DaddySugarBear: You sure do, damn! Look at the size of you! Back up from the cam man, all I can see is your damn chest.

OgarRoar: Sory

Ogar: That better?

DaddySugarBear: Much better. Damn, how tall are you?

OgarRoar: Like six eight. Tried to play basketball but Im too clumsy. Better at football!

DaddySugarBear: Oh? You play sports?

OgarRoar: Duh with a bod like this why not? I get all the damn chicks I want too

DaddySugarBear: Ugh, I need to just make that a damn default already.

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

OgarBear: All the dudes I mean, duh, pussys fuckin gross

DaddySugarBear: Of course, I agree completely

OgarBear: U wanna fuck? I got the evening free if your close. A/S/L?

DaddySugarBear: Oh don’t worry, I have someone you can fuck. Would you like to meet him?

OgarBear: Sure I guess. Kinda weird tho

OgarBear: Why not just have him message me?

<<Initiate Group Chat.>>

<<Invite contact [RbbrPissSkinPOS].>>

<<[RbbrPissSkinPOS] has joined the conversation.>>

OgarBear: Who the fuck? No fuckin way man that who the fuck is that?

DaddySugarBear: Oh that’s the guy you’ll be fucking. Our mutual friend, though I don’t think your paths have crossed really, not now.

OgarBear: No fuckin way am I touching a disgusting piece of shit like that

DaddySugarBear: Oh? How do you feel about that, you disgusting pig?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Hes fckin right sir i am a POS skin fuck

DaddySugarBear: Well you don’t technically have to touch him to punish him, I suppose.

OgarBear: Punish him? What the fuck r u talkin about?

DaddySugarBear: Well that’s what you’re going to do. He’s been a very bad pig you see, and I need him punished, but I’m too far away. So you’re going to do it for me.

OgarBear: No fuckin way you freak im out of here!

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

OgarBDSM: Fuck, what the fuck he do? I can work on him tonight for ya

RbbrPissSkinPOS: I was so bad, such a bad pig, plese punish me, hurry

OgarBDSM: SHUT UP PIG! Don’t Fuckin speak unless one of your superiors acknowledges you. Your gonna get it for that later!

DaddySugarBear: Just general disobedience. He isn’t very disciplined, which is why I think he’d be a perfect fit with you.

DaddySugarBear: Although…I’m not sure you’d really be willing to go to the extremes my pig needs. That uniform of yours is nice, but you’re just a bit too clean. Not quite rough enough.

OgarBDSM: Oh trust me im plenty rough. Tell me where the pigs at and I’ll show u

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

DaddySugarBear: Oh yes, that’s looking much better. Biker leathers, looks like you’ve been in plenty of fights. Put some years on you too-the silver in that big, nasty beard of yours looks great.

OgarBkeDdySdtMstr: What fuckin ever

OgarBkeDdySdtMstr: Tell me where the pig is already!!! cant wait 2 get started!!!

DaddySugarBear: Pig, give him your address.

RbbrPissSkinPOS: 2439 Eustace Lane, sir

OgarBkeDdySdtMstr: Couple a blocks!!! Gt ready bitch, here comes daddy!

<<[OgarBkeDdySdtMstr] has left the conversation>>

DaddySugarBear: Well pig, are you excited? You’re going to get the shit kicked out of you in a few minutes.

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Oh fuckin hell sir hes so damn hot! Ill do anything he asks I cant fuckin wait.

DaddySugarBear: You’re going to beg him for his piss, of course. And beg him for the privilege of licking his boots and his filthy ass. You’re going to let him fist your ass with both of those huge fists, until your hole’s just a loose crater.

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Oh god yes, all those fuckin fitlhy things!!!

DaddySugarBear: And when he’s finished with you, you’re going to beg–plead him to make you his total slave, aren’t you? To collar you? Lock up that worthless, disgusting cock of yours too. You’ll be nothing but his property, and even though you’re worth so much less, you’ll still be honored that such a man would be willing to let you serve him.

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Oh fuck, yes!!! Thats the door hes here!!!

DaddySugarBear: Make sure you two fuck in this room, with the cam pointing at you. I want to make sure he punishes you properly.

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Yes sir, of course. Thank you sir!

request by @jurassic-whoa

Adam couldn’t believe he’d gotten the job. It certainly hadn’t been anywhere near the kind of thing he’d wanted, but it was just something to tide him over for the moment until he found something that might actually use his degree. Besides, it was just a job selling electronics, how hard could it be? The guy interviewing him had promised that after his job orientation, he’d be an expert. 

Adam hadn’t ever cared much about computers–his passion was physical therapy and exercise science. He was in great shape, and when he showed up for his first day of orientation, and saw that every guy working at the store was at least 400 pounds, he was a bit taken aback. They definitely weren’t the sort of people he preferred to associate with, but he didn’t exactly have much of a choice, did he? The store manager greeted him, and showed him into private office with a single desk and computer, telling him he’d be doing all of his training here for the next two weeks. Adam got started on the program, finding himself kind of zoning out at all of the information being thrown at him, and before he knew it, it was time for lunch.

The break room was full of food, and when he entered, he was kind of disgusted at how…piggish his new coworkers were all eating, stuffing their faces while the manager looked on, but he was hungry. Really hungry. Every bite of food just seemed to make him hungrier, in fact, but before he could really satisfy himself, the manager took him back to his training room.

After two days, Adam realized he had somehow packed on a gut, and he was terrified. After four days, he was jiggling that gut and wanting it to be even bigger. By Friday, he was already 300 pounds, and when some of his coworkers invited him out for beers, he was happy to go…and when they ended up at the managers house, and everyone got naked, he just…rolled with it, everyone excited to welcome the newest pig into the fold. By the middle of his second week, he was 450 pounds, happily chatting with his nerdy coworkers about his compsci degree and their favorite video games, beard already filling in, wearing the new glasses the manager had given him, when he’d discovered he couldn’t read the training manuals well enough, and by that Friday, Adam knew he’d never need another job in his whole life, sucking the store manager’s cock, feeling his cock shoot another load of cum as he called him a fat, disgusting pig for the hundredth time, wondering if anyone was on break and could fuck his ass too, while they were at it.

Source: thegreasytusk

Long time listener. First time caller. How do you find the time to write as much/as regularly as you do?

I consider this to be a second job, basically, so I write every day, usually 2000-3000 words, if I can manage it. I don’t always, since I have a full time job on top of this, naturally, but how do I find the time? I literally have no life! Well, that’s not quite true I suppose, but I go to work in the morning, I come home, I write for a good chunk of the afternoon, and go to bed fairly early so I can go to work the next day. I suppose that might sound miserable, but I love writing this stuff, and so it’s just how I’ve chosen to spend my time.

That said, that’s not really the best advice, so here’s some things I’ve done that have helped me not breakdown and burnout.

  1. How Much Do You Want to Write? – This is the first step. Figure out how often you would like to post. To give you an idea of the sort of commitments I have, as far as writing is concerned, each month I post four 1000ish word tumblr posts a week. I do three captions (about 500 words each, or a bit less). I also complete about 10,000 words of commissions at least, which may or may not overlap with those tumblr posts. All in all, that’s about 25,000 words a month, give or take. That’s a lot. That’s a short novel every two or three months. You won’t be able to try that, of course, but look at how much you’ve been posting, and feel yourself out. Could you write more? Do you feel over taxed? You should undershoot your expectations–you can always write more, but try to avoid burning out–it’s not fun.
  2. Set a Schedule – This is so important. Figure out how much you want to write, and then decide when, and how often, you want to post. Keep traffic on the site in mind–I post my stuff in the afternoon because that’s high traffic. I used to post at midnight (pacific time, keep time zones in mind too), and would get much less engagement. Same with days of the week. The more regularly you post, the easier an audience will be able to follow you without having to work too hard.
  3. Buffer Buffer Buffer! – Nevermind, this is the most important thing. I usually have my tumblr posts already written two weeks out, and I try and have an extra week of content in my back pocket should something go really awry. There are weeks where I can’t manage to write anything. There are weeks when I triple my usual output. I never know what kind of week I’m going to have, so the appearance of regularity is only there because of my sizable buffer. Build up a buffer first, before committing to a schedule–don’t try to build one up on the fly. It never works.
  4. Set a Daily Goal – Once you have a buffer built up, never stop. Seriously–don’t stop. Every day, write. Even if it’s 100 words. Even if it’s just planning out an idea for a story. It doesn’t matter–write. Think about writing. But do more of the writing than the thinking, we can’t post thoughts yet. Start small with your goals, and then work your way up. 
  5. Figure Out What Motivates You –  These tips may or may not work for you–all I can say is that they worked for me in the past. They motivate me, in part, because I’m an obliger–I hate disappointing people, once I’ve made them a commitment. A public schedule then, works really well for me, because I feel like shit if I don’t meet it. That may not work for you at all! You have to figure out a system that works for you as well as this one works for me, but this is a framework you can start with, at least. 

It hadn’t been there a few minutes ago, when you’d gone into the stall to do your business. And now you’d stepped out, and there it was–a rather filthy looking jockstrap, just…hanging there, on one of the urinals, and for the last few minutes now, you haven’t been able to stop looking at it, as much as it disgusts you. As much as you want to walk out, and forget you’d ever seen it. But you can’t. In fact, you can’t do anything.

Well, that’s not quite true. For the last minute or so, you’ve been doing everything you can to keep your feet rooted in place. Because what your feet want you to do, for reasons you can’t understand at all, is walk you over to that urinal, where the jockstrap is hanging. But you don’t want to go over there, do you? That’s why you’re forcing your feet to stay rooted to the tile. That’s why you can’t move, because the only direction you can go is the only direction you don’t want to go in.

Where did it come from, anyway? You didn’t hear anyone come in. If you wait long enough, maybe someone else will come in, and that will let you give up this strange…obsession. The air is stale, it’s hard to breathe in here. There’s a small, something musky. Are you…closer than you were a moment before? You look around as best you can (your eyes really don’t want to stop looking at the jockstrap) and see that, yes, you have moved. Your feet have snuck in a few shuffling steps while your attention was elsewhere, and scooted you a few inches closer to the thing there.

Maybe you should just give in. Obviously you want to touch (smell lick swallow sniff gag) it. Obviously, you mean…how could you…not want to? Something’s wrong, the smell is so much stronger, even though you’re certain you haven’t stepped closer to it. It’s getting harder for you to think, harder for you to remember where you are, why you wanted to leave. The door opens, someone comes in. You expect your attention to be broken, but he walks right past you, like you aren’t there, uses a urinal right next to the jock. Jealousy flares in you, unexpected. It’s your jock! He can’t have it, it’s not his! You stride closer, two steps, and then stop yourself, hand outstretched. The man, still apparently unaware that you’re even there, finishes, washes his hands, and then leaves.

Your jock. It’s yours. You know it isn’t true, but the words have all the force of the truth. Still, you stay there, rooted in place, sweat beading on your brow, precum welling up in your underwear, wondering how much longer you can keep still. How much longer before you claim it. How much longer before it claims you?

Source: fl-usa-dude

Do you think that you’ll do more stories with pictures in the middle and ends of them rather than just the top? I love your commentary on “Joining the Family” and always wonder what some of your characters look like

I’m glad you enjoyed the commentary I posted (For anyone who missed who might be curious, you can find it here.) I’ve always wanted to give a bit more context to my stories, especially how they form, and those pictures are something I’ve always wanted to share, but have never quite found a good way to display them. As for your initial question, regarding picture placement, I’m actually going to blame tumblr for this one, and go off on a rant tangent. 

The system of Tumblr is a strange one, and there’s a lot of quirks regarding various aspects of the platform which make it not very friendly to anyone who both wants flexibility with the kind of content they produce, and also make sure people are given proper credit for photos.The ability to reblog a photo is great (assuming people will do even that, rather than just post it themselves) but it comes with some problems. While you can add text to a photo, you can’t add more photos to a reblog. You can add more photos inline underneath, but you can’t easily provide a way for those photos to link back to a source like a reblog does (assuming the source is even accurate, and not a theft itself). 

Another issue with reblogging is that the stats related to a reblog are incomplete. When I post an original post, my likes and reblogs that I see reflect every single like and reblog that post gets, regardless of distance. However, when reblogging, you only see likes and reblogs which relate directly to your reblogged post. It would make more sense, in my opinion, to calculate likes/reblogs from the tree you create. That makes it hard to judge reach or popularity when all you do is reblog.

I solved this problem by reposting photo sets for a long time, and attaching captions to them. This wasn’t foolproof by any means, people could still easily delete my caption while the photo continued onward, alone. Recently, with the addition of photos in text posts that actually look nice, I could even solve that problem, but at this point I’m just not that comfortable reposting photos that I don’t know I have permission to use. 

To be honest, I’m not even happy just reblogging photos–I’ve had a few too many awkward encounters with the people in the photos attached to my story taking issue with the story’s content, which isn’t surprising. This problem has only gotten worse, the more reach these two blogs have. At the same time, I don’t have the time to contact every single individual in a photo to run an idea by them and get explicit permission–it would be easier to just not do anything involving photos at all! And that’s what I did, for quite a while. 

I’m doing photo captions again, but I’m still a bit uneasy about it. I could go back to reposting photos in line, perhaps with links to the original posts on tumblr. I’d rather tumblr just fix it, so I could turn a photo into a text post, or imbed a reblog within the body of a story. But these are specialized desires, and I doubt they would be important enough to implement. Copyright and permission on the internet is a terrible rats nest anyway, but I’d rather not make it worse, even though I know everyone likes photo stories. For the moment, this is the compromise I’ll settle for, I think. 

tl;dr I probably won’t be doing many stories with inline photos, until I figure out a way to cover my copyright ass, or tumblr implements tools to make it easier to do so.

bearslikeus:

What’ll ya have? We’ve got a couple specials you might like:
The Dirty Harry
The Whiskey-a-go-go
The Irish Stout
The Buzzkill
The Widowmaker
…just to name a few

Or are you brave enough to let me pick your poison?

A widowmaker you say? No, I can’t say I get many guys ordering that, as you might imagine, the name tends to put them off a bit. Other than risk takers like you, of course, or the curious, or the suicidal.

Sorry, did I say suicidal? I didn’t mean it in any literal sense. Here ya are, drink up. 

Yes the drink has to be served in a pitcher like that.

Yes that is whipped cream and a cherry on top.

Yes you have to drink it all, and no, you don’t get a straw before you ask. Now tip that sucker back already, and quit stalling! Unless you’re gonna back out now…

Didn’t think so. Yeah, that’s it, just keep on chugging–oh, is that all you could handle? Not bad, actually. Some guys don’t even get that far at first.

Well sure it’s sweet. Don’t worry, there’s enough alcohol in there to kill a bear. Figure of speech again, don’t worry about it. 

Oh you’re worried about that gut? You say it wasn’t there a second ago? That could very well be, you don;t see stretch marks like that every day. Now go on, keep drinking.

You don’t want to? Oh I’m sorry, I’m afraid that if you buy it, you have to finish it–bar policy. You can keep trying to get off that bar stool as long as you want, but I assure you, the hunger’s going to kick in any second now–

See? That was a nice gut rumble there, I could almost see that new gut of your vibrating. Damn, look at you drool like that. Fight it as long as you want, but we both know you;re going to keep drinking that thing.

Yeah, that’s good. Long slow gulp, pace yourself. I can see that Adam’s apple of yours throbbing, that other hand groping that firm gut. Fell how fast that thing’s growing? Fell how it’s starting to soften, turn to flab, jiggle a bit? Fuck that’s sexy, damn. I really should change that damn name, I love watching guys drink these.

Halfway, whad’da say? Feels pretty good right? About to burst right out of your damn clothes at this rate. Oh, going back for more already eh? Probably couldn’t stop now even if you wanted to. Fuck, you’re getting big, damn–500 pounds at least! Your a fuckin’ pro, watching you guzzle that shit. Man, I think you might set a new record!

How do you feel? Fat? Well no shit lardass. Still, from how red that face of yours is getting…something’s bound to blow–might I suggest stroking off? If you don’t you might well be stroking out soon enough…

You can’t reach? Well, give me a good enough tip and I can probably help you out. Thanks–handy that you already busted out of those pants and underwear. Let me just find it here…there we go! Yeah, work those fat tits of yours while I tug on your cock, that’s a good pig!

Fuck, blew already! Good you did, you probably wouldn’t have lasted much longer.

Oh, no, that one wasn’t a figure of speech.

I meant you probably would have had a heart attack.  If you go more than a few hours without cumming…just trust me, it ain’t pretty. Gotta keep releasing that tension, before it builds up too much pressure, you know? Better go find someone else big boy–lucky for you plenty of guys here are more than happy to play with a guy whose got cushion for pushin’. Oh! And here’s a bar menu, for when you get hungry again in a few minutes. See you soon!

ChatChange (Part 2)

MasturCub90909: Fine, whatever, let’s just get this over with. What do you want to start with?

DaddySugarBear: Well, I’ve been thinking about your image a lot, you know? I mean, I get the whole clean cut, nice guy image, but I just don’t think that’s what a lot of guys want to see. At least, it’s not something I’m interested in at all. You just sort of fade into the background, one more pretty face. You need an image! Something that will catch people’s attention. So when they see you, they’ll know exactly who you are.

MasturCub90909: Yeah, and what the hell do you have in mind?

DaddySugarBear: I’ll show you.

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

DaddySugarBear: There, I think that’s better, don’t you?

MasturSkin90909: Fickin A what the hell ya fuckin do! I look like a fuckin freak!

DaddySugarBear: I know, right? No one’s gonna be able to look away from you now, I can tell you that, not with that face.

MasturSkin90909: What ya mean my face?

MasturSkin90909: Holy fuckin shit Im fuckin ugly! What the fuck? When did those fuckin piercings show up? Where’d my hair go?

MasturSkin90909: Change me the fuck back right now this fuckin shit is fuckin over ya bastard Im not jokin!

DaddySugarBear: Look, just hear me out. There’s plenty of skins on tumblr, I mean, you can’t swing a bat without hitting one (though looking at that new nose of yours, I think you probably know what I’m talking about). So look, you have up the ante somehow. Those piercings are your trademark, man! That’s what makes you, you! Besides, I know you think they’re sexy as fuck.

MasturSkin90909: Well ya their sexy but i didn’t ask to look like this even if they do look fuckin hot on me

DaddySugarBear: They go perfect with your new persona though! Just a dumb, rough skinhead thug, nice and thick, little eyes, that busted nose, missing teeth. Everyone’s gonna love or hate you, but no one’s going to look away, I can promise you that. Still, we aren’t done, I mean, we have to fix that wardrobe of yours. Afterall, if you’re going to spend all day cumming on yourself, best to make it easy to clean right?

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

RbbrSkinStrokr69: Where the hell this come from?

DaddySugarBear: That’s what I’m talking about, I fucking love singlets.

RbbrSkinStrokr69: No fuck u Im takin this shit off

DaddySugarBear: You will do no such thing!

RbbrSkinStrokr69: Shut up you mothrfuck! Im donewith this shit!

<<Toggle Subject Autonomy: Obedience–Aware>>

DaddySugarBear: Sit back down in that chair, get that rubber singlet back on, and keep stroking that cock of yours, right now.

DaddySugarBear: Oh don’t look at me like that, you said that you would listen to what I have to say, and I’m not done yet. Just relax for a bit, focus on that nasty cock of yours–damn, that thing has almost as much metal as your face. I bet that feels pretty good, doesn’t it? Way better than before, so sensitive like that.

DaddySugarBear: Get your hand off that keyboard!

DaddySugarBear: I’m tired of you taking my advice for granted, you know that? Here I am, taking time out of my evening to help you and your tumblr, and you’ve been one ungrateful prick this entire time. Now, we’re going to continue, and I was going to save this for a bit, but I think you need it now.

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

DaddySugarBear: Now, tell me what you think, and be honest now.

RbbrSkinPOS: Oh fuck sir I so sorry, I fucking deserve this, I do

DaddySugarBear: What do you deserve, bitch?

RbbrSkinPOS: I deserve to be a stupid skinbitch. A pig. A whore. Fuckin worhtless thats all I am, just a bitch for real men to use and abuse as they see fit

RbbrSkinPOS: Fuck sir just thinkin what you did to me so fuckin horny. Plz sir, can I cum? Will you let this worthless skinpig shoot a load for you?

DaddySugarBear: No pig, you haven’t earned a chance to cum. You’ve been a very bad pig, and that means you need to be punished.

RbbrSkinPOS: Yea sir punish me fuck do whatever the fuck you want

DaddySugarBear: Do you think I should change you more? Turn you even further into a disgusting skin pig? Turn you into something most men would spit on?

RbbrSkinPOS: O fuck sir ruin me fuck whatever you want I deserve it

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

DaddySugarBear: Tell me pig, what’s your favorite color?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Duh fckin yellow

DaddySugarBear: Probably could have guessed that, judging by that yellow rubber of yours

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Fck yeah never wear anythin else

DaddySugarBear: Alright pig take off one of those waders of yours and I want you to fill it up with your piss, and then I want to see you drink it for me.

DaddySugarBear: Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about! Do you know how many fucking pigs are going to love you on tumblr, if you post a video like that everyday? You’re going to be damn famous. Everyone’s going to know what a worthless urinal you are pretty soon, how does that sound?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Sounds fuckin good to me, sir. Damn that tasted good, but it sure wasnt punishmnt sir.

DaddySugarBear: Oh, that wasn’t your punishment pig–I’d have to deliver that in person. Still, since we live across the country, I can’t very we’ll do it, so we’ll have to do it by proxy.

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Whats poxy sir? sounds kinky

DaddySugarBear: Don’t worry your stupid head about it pig. Just send me a contact from your list, someone who lives close to you, who’s online right now.

RbbrPissSkinPOS: K

<<Contact Received: HTHogarth>>

DaddySugarBear: Who’s that?

RbbrPissSkinPOS: Some lame nerd I used to study with. Lives a few blocks away.

DaddySugarBear: Works for me. Give me a second to warm him up, and then let’s start a group chat, eh?

ChatChange (Part 1)

DaddySugarBear: Hey there.

Cub90909: Hi. Do I know you?

DaddySugarBear: Just liked your recent stuff on tumblr, and wanted to say hi. 🙂 You’re a cute boy. Boring, but cute enough.

DaddySugarBear: <<Oldx would like to see your cam with you>>

Cub90909: Oh, I don’t really like turning on my cam, sorry 😦

DaddySugarBear: Oh? Why not? You post those pictures on tumblr all the time.

Cub90909: I’m just not that comfortable with people I don’t know, sorry.

DaddySugarBear: Oh? Are you sure?

<<RealiChangeChat Enabled. Establish ChangeConnection…Connection Established. Subject ready for change.>>

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

ExhibiCub90909: Heh, nah, I’m just jokin’

ExhibiCub90909: <<Cam enabled>>

ExhibiCub90909: What do you think, sugar bear?

DaddySugarBear: Hmm…not bad at all, just like those photos of yours. A Nice blank slate to have some fun with.

ExhibiCub90909: ??? I don’t get it.

DaddySugarBear: Don’t worry about it boy, why don’t you take that shirt off for me?

ExhibiCub90909: Oh? Like this?

DaddySugarBear: Yeah boy, fuck, you have some good cushion–give that belly a jiggle for me, I wanna see how much you like playing with that fat for me.

ExhibiCub90909: How’s that? Not many guys like watching me play with my fat.

DaddySugarBear: Don’t worry about that boy, just keep jiggling that for daddy, and pull out that cock of yours, start playing with it for me.

DaddySugarBear: Yeah, that’s real nice, I can see you getting into it.

<<RealiChatChange Settings: SubjectAware: ON. Subject Resistance: Minimal>>

ExhibiCub90909: Wait, what the fuck am I doing? What the hell–fuck, I can’t stop either. How are you doing this?

DaddySugarBear: Oh, don’t worry about that boy, I just wanted to help you loosen up a little bit, see what I’m working with tonight, see what sort of fun we can have 🙂 Trust me, we’re going to have a lot of fun together, I think.

ExhibiCub90909: Please, I don’t know how you’re doing this to me, but I want to stop, please!!!

DaddySugarBear: Oh silly boy, you don’t want to stop.

<<Change initiated…Change applied successfully>>

MasturCub90909: Oh fuck yeah, feels so fucking good.

DaddySugarBear: Yeah, I bet it does. Tell me boy, how many times do you think you masturbate during the day?

MasturCub90909: Hell, I don’t know. Last time I tried to keep track I lost count at 30 something. I’m fucking horny all day long daddy, I can blow and stroke and blow and stroke all day long. Fuck, gonna cum now, you wanna see daddy?

DaddySugarBear: yeah boy, show me that load of yours.

DaddySugarBear: Shit yeah, look at the size of that load. Yeah, I love how you rub it right into your fucking skin like that, you fucking pig, I bet you reek of cum all day long.

MasturCub90909: Fuck I do. God, you fucking changed me again didn’t you? How the hell are you doing this? I can’t even get my hand off my cock!

DaddySugarBear: Oh, I can see that. I never thought watching someone try and type with one hand could be so fucking hot boy.

MasturCub90909: Please, let me stop! Why are you doing this to me? I don’t even know you!

DaddySugarBear: Oh, but I know you well enough. So cute all the time, posting all those pictures of yourself, but so fucking boring. Don’t you ever feel like spicing things up? Being a little more wild and adventurous? I think you’d be so much more popular if you were willing to take a few more chances and risks. I’m just trying to help you, really, and you’re being rather thankless.

MasturCub90909: No shit! I didn’t ask for this, now fucking let me stop!

DaddySugarBear: I’m sorry, but I don’t think I will, not if you keep taking that tone with me. You’re being rather ungrateful, and I’m just trying to help. Still, if you want me to leave you alone, I will.

MasturCub90909: Yes I want you to leave me the fuck alone, and change me back already!

DaddySugarBear: Suit yourself.

<<DaddySugarBear is away>>

MasturCub90909: Fucker you didn’t change me back!

<<DaddySugarBear is away>>

MasturCub90909: It’s been three fucking hours you piece of shit, I’m not fucking around here!

<<DaddySugarBear is away>>

MasturCub90909: You fucker, you’d better fucking answer, or I swear to god.

<<DaddySugarBear is away>>

<<DaddySugarBear is online>>

DaddySugarBear: I’m here, you don’t have to be so ghastly.

MasturCub90909: What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s been hours, and I can’t fucking stop masturbating!

DaddySugarBear: Well, why would that be strange? That’s what you do now, after all. Whenever you’re alone, you always have a hand on your cock, you fucking pervert.

MasturCub90909: You said you’d change me back!

DaddySugarBear: I said no such thing, you inferred that, wrongly. I quite like you the way you are, to be honest, though I can’t say everyone at your workplace will feel the same.

MasturCub90909: What the fuck does that have to do with anything!

DaddySugarBear: Well I can’t imagine your boss will be too happy, when he discovers you jacking off when you should be working. You won’t be able to resist, after all. Hell, just knowing all the guys who will see you jacking off tomorrow is already making you hard, isn’t it? You’re going to be so fucking humiliated, and you’re going to get fucking fired on the spot, which will leave you plenty of time to masturbate at home, which is what you’d rather be doing anyway. Of course, you won’t be able to get a job, I mean, but you’ll figure something out I’m sure. Anyway, I have some other business to attend to, so I’ll be signing off.

MasturCub90909: Wait! You can’t leave me like this. Fuck, reading what you just wrote made me cum! I can just see their faces when they see me jacking off, and it’s making me horny! You’re going to ruin my life!

DaddySugarBear: Why should I care? You’ve been really very rude. All I wanted was to help you out and have some fun together, but you’re being a little shithead. Would you like to be a shithead? That can be arranged.

MasturCub90909: Fuck no, please, I’ll do anything!

DaddySugarBear: Well now that’s what I like to hear. So you’ll play with me then? We can have some fun together tonight?

MasturCub90909: Only if you promise to change me back when we’re done.

DaddySugarBear: Oh of course–if you aren’t happy with my suggestions when we’re done, I’ll return you to your boring old life if you want. Now, shall we start?