It was just his luck. Of course you never get flat tires are roads where you might have a chance of being happened upon by someone, Jim thought, but only when you’re in the middle of nowhere, on a back road, when you can’t even get cell reception. He laid his head down on the top of the steering wheel and sighed. He had already been sitting there for a half an hour, in the middle of the day, and not a single vehicle had gone by. It didn’t help that he was hopelessly lost. In fact, he had expected his problem would be running out of gas, but a lone nail in the road had blown out his front tire instead.
        To one side of the road was an empty field, and to the other, a line of forest, but there wasn’t any sign of homes within sight. Of course, sitting there wouldn’t solve his problem, so he might as well start walking. He got out of the car, and with a brief look back at all of his worldly possessions in the back of his pickup, he shrugged and set off. It’s not like anyone will be by to steal it, he figured.
        Jim had just been offered the job of a lifetime, even in the horrible economy, the only caveat being that he had to move across the country. And now he was stuck in Kentucky somewhere, on his way to New York, but he doubted that he would ever get there now in time to start on Monday. Fresh out of college, he was just starting to get used to not having someone watch over his every move, but part of him wished he could just be back at school, where he could just go ask someone if he needed help. Out here, there was no one to help you but yourself.
        Not that the prospect of walking bothered him. He had run marathons for track and field all four years, and as such, his figure was very long and lean. He was taller than most people, about six foot two, and just under 170 pounds. In fact, he didn’t mind stretching his legs at all, it was more that he didn’t know where he was going while stretching them.
        He rounded a bend in the road and saw a mailbox up ahead. It was unmarked, with a dirt driveway leading up to into the trees, but he figured any house was as good as any other if he was going to find some help, and so he turned, and started up the drive. It wound around for a while, dropping down into the woods, and by the end of it, he could see a small cabin through the trees with some lights on, and a pickup parked outside. Glad he at least found someone who might be able to help him, he went to the door and knocked.
A moment later, he heard a bolt thrown, and the door opened a crack, revealing the head of a young man in the crack, who looked at him with an uncanny mixture of surprise and scrutiny.
“Hi, my names Jim. I was just driving by, and I got a flat on my truck. Do you think you could get me to town?”
The man looked him up and down for another moment, then grumbled, “Just a sec,” and shut the door again.
Curious, but figuring he might get the help he needed, Jim waited. He could hear the first voice talking to someone else through the door, but he couldn’t make out what they were talking about. A minute later, the door opened again, and a second man had joined the first.
The resemblance between the two was remarkable, and Jim figured that the two must be brothers, if not twins. “He’ll do,” the other one said, “Let him in,” and they threw open the door, and pulled Jim inside.
The cabin was a bit of a rundown mess, and the occupants weren’t much better. Both of them were overweight, and were wearing overalls with nothing else, and their hair was scruffy. The major difference between the two was that one had a crude mullet, and the other had a crew cut.
“Now what’s the problem buddy?” One of the men asked.
“I got a flat down the road a little ways, and I was wondering if you could give me a lift to the nearest town where I could talk to a mechanic.”
“Well, we were gonna go into town later today, but we have lunch on the stove. Why not join us for a bit of food, and then we can take ya there. I’m Billy.” Said the one with the mullet.
“And I’m Gus,” said the other, “Here, take a seat,” he said, pointing towards the sofa in front of a roaring fire, “Billy will go finish up lunch.”
“Uh, sure…thanks,” Jim said, and took a seat, Gus following him. “Isn’t it a bit hot out for a fire?”
“Nah, it get’s cold down here in the woods, even in the summer. Besides, it’s the most entertainment we get sometimes. Here, just watch it for a while,” Gus said, and Jim nodded, looking at the fire with him, “See how the flame jump? Isn’t it soothing? The red and yellow flickering?”
Jim nodded, and looked deeper. There was something even more special about this flame, something he didn’t understand. It wanted him to do something. It wanted him to relax. “It is nice,” he said, already a little drowsy.
“Now, you were gonna ask me if we lived here alone.”
Jim couldn’t remember what they had been talking about, but that was something he had been wondering. “Do you…uh…live here alone?” he droned in reply.
“Just us brothers. Our daddy ran off a few weeks ago.”
“That’s too bad…” Jim replied, his eyes fluttering.
“Yeah, it is. But you could help us, if you want.”
“How?”
“You could be our new daddy.”
Part of Jim recognized how odd that statement was, but most of him was too absorbed with the fire to care. “But how could I do that?” was his only reply, and Gus just chuckled.
“You can let us take care of that,” he said, and the whistled. Billy’s head materialized around the corner a moment later.
“He ready?”
“Easiest in a long while. Now Jim. You want to be our daddy, now don’t you?”
“I do?”
“Of course you do. You’re such a nice fella, wanting to help us out, right? That’s why you came here, isn’t it? Because you wanted to help us?”
Something about that didn’t seem right to Jim, but he had come because someone needed help. “I don’t really remember…” he muttered, and then added, “I guess that might have been it…”
“Of course it is, Jim, or should I call you daddy? I can call you daddy, can’t I? And we’re your boys now, right?”
“I guess.”
“Well, then we need you to look like out daddy first of all. Go get daddy some clothes Billy.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Billy ran over to a corner and came back with a pair of very large overalls.
“Why don’t ya get undressed and put these on, daddy,” Billy said, and the two boys helped pull Jim’s clothes off of him and get him into the overalls, which were much too large for him, and when he sat down, it really looked like Jim was under a denim blanket.
Gus took Jim’s old clothes and threw them on the fire, and as he watched them burn, Jim came to a little, and said, “But I need those! It had my wallet in it!”
“Shush daddy,” Billy said, “You don’t need those anymore, it’s not important, now is it? Trust your boys, daddy. We wouldn’t steer you wrong.”
“Oh…I guess you know best.”
“Of course we do,” Gus said, “But clothes don’t make a man. You still need a lot of work.”
“What do I need to do?” Jim asked.
“We’ll show you. First, you definitely don’t look like a daddy, so maybe we can help you out there, first. Not many daddies are as skinny as you are, are they?”
“They aren’t?”
“No,” Gus added, “Good daddies are always big and fat. You want to be a good daddy, don’t you?”
“I guess so…but wait—“
“Don’t worry daddy, just let your boys take care of everything. Come here. I have something that can help you gain weight. Nothing helps daddy’s grow big and fat like boy cum does.”
“Boy…cum?”
“Sure,” Gus said, as he hauled out his thick, seven inch cock from his overalls, “All you gotta do is suck it out like a good daddy.”
Tentatively, Jim wrapped him lips around Gus’s cock, and started to suck. Immediately, he felt the flesh go rigid, and a stream of thick liquid began pouring out, which he swallowed.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it daddy?” Gus asked, and Jim nodded, still sucking away. Already, Jim could feel the liquid filling up his stomach, but he could feel it seeping out to other places as well, even out to his fingertips. Slowly, he felt a small gut emerge, and then grow out, with two heavy man boobs following. Every part of him felt like it was growing thicker. Looking down, he could watch his thin arms begin to expand, until they looked like hams, the fingers thick and short. “Go on,” Gus said, “Feel your belly. It’s hot being fat, you love your gut. All good daddies love their guts, and you do want to be a good daddy, don’t you?”
Jim nodded, and as he continued sucking, he started rubbing his hands around, everywhere he could reach. As his gut increased and forced his legs apart, he realized that Billy had come around next to him and was stroking his dick as well. “And ya know,” Billy said, “Boy cum can help lots of things grow,” and a moment later, and other stream began to poor over Jim’s head and face, and Gus pulled his cock away, making Jim groan.
“More,” he said, “I want some more,”
Gus and Billy just laughed, “There will be plenty more, but first we need to get you all fixed up,” Billy said, and then the two of them began massaging Billy’s cum into Jim’s head and face. Before long, a beard had begun to sprout from Jim’s face, a light brown like his hair, even though he’d never even been able to grow a successful moustache in his life. His hair was growing just as fast, and before long his beard was reaching down to his chest, and his hair was nearly as long. Even his eyebrows had become thicker, and joined in the middle. Jim licked the remaining cum from around his mouth, and sat back as he continued rubbing his big belly. The overalls fit him much better, and were, if anything too small. Beneath his thick beard he had grown a second chin, his man boobs were now thick flaps beneath the straps of his overalls, and his new apron spread down between his legs. His thighs had grown into massive trunks, and his ass was now a jiggly mass, compared to the tight package he had had before.
“Damn, you’re looking more like a daddy already!” Billy said, and started rubbing Jim’s belly as well, making him moan.
“Yeah, but he isn’t perfect yet,” Gus said, “but he is getting there. Now, what next?”
“I know!” Billy said, and then got down on his knees in front of Jim, “Every daddy needs a nice big cock.”
“Billy, everyone knows that daddies don’t need a big dick. Daddies just need a hot ass and mouth for fucking. That’s what daddies are for after all.”
“They are?” Jim asked.
“Of course they are,” Gus said, “That’s one of a daddy’s main jobs! Letting his son’s fuck him, and sucking their dicks.”
“Oh. Well can I suck your dick some more then?” Jim asked.
“You can suck mine!” Billy said, holding up his still hard and leaking dick, which Jim immediately fell on.
“Just don’t let him grow anymore Billy. I’ll be back in a bit.” Gus said, and disappeared from the room.

To be Concluded…