Fairytale – Part 2

***WARNING***

This story contains heavy raunch and watersports. Don’t be a pussy–just fucking enjoy it.

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“There you are,” Jeff said, as Harry squeezed past him and back into his seat, “I was wondering if you fell in or…” His voice trailed off, as he got a better sense of the filthy man taking the seat next to him–and the stench rolling off him, and he had a strange sensation that this wasn’t the man he’d agreed to go out with…or was it? His momentary unease didn’t seem to have any basis in his memory–it was the same filthy, incredibly hairy, obese slob who he watched stuff himself silly at dinner…wasn’t it? Why in the hell had he agreed to this date in the first place? This guy was disgusting.

Harry could see the confusion in Jeff’s eyes in the dim light from the screen, and he grinned. Just like the Fairy Grungefather had written, Jeff had no idea that he’d changed so much in the last half hour. “Here boy,” he said handing Jeff a large soda, “I got you another drink, after I plowed through the last one.”

“Oh…uh, thanks,” Jeff said, and took a drink, still unable to figure out why in the world he was out with this disgusting man. Harry could sense his rising disgust, but he already had the first of the three spells from the fairy in his mind, and he mumbled the chant under his breath. The spell would make his chosen target irresistibly attracted to filth, and hopelessly subservient to any man dirtier than him, though, as a twist, as the subject becomes dirty himself he will, in turn, become more and more dominant. However, Jeff was so clean right now, Harry wasn’t too worried about that just yet. He felt the power in his words burn his lips slightly as the spell wrapped its way around Jeff, and to give it a test, he reached out and put his arm around Jeff’s shoulders and pulled him close, his face dangerously close to his disgustingly ripe pit.

Jeff felt the spell hit him, but had no idea of what to make of it. He was happy when the wave of nausea he’d felt in Harry’s presence dissipated, but when it was replaced by an equal, and very forceful attraction, he tried to resist, but the spell was too strong. Suddenly, his memories of this giant slob from the past few hours were ones of giddy excitement at the other man’s filthy body. How he’d sat, agape, watching the man stuff himself at dinner, Jeff’s cock rock hard the whole time. How he’d kept trying to catch whiffs of Harry’s musk on the way to the theater. The stench of his armpit played into his new, deep fantasies, and he leaned in closer, taking a deep sniff, getting close enough for the hairs to graze his nose.

When Harry’s hand contracted and shoved him into it, he struggled with him out of reflex more than anything else. “Shush boy,” Harry said, “I know you’ve been wanting this all night, so here’s your chance–now lick it good and clean, like I know you want to.” He did. He really did want to, so he buried his face in and started licking at the funk, inhaling deep and feeling Harry’s belly jiggle as he chuckled. “Yeah, that’s it.” Harry continued, “Doesn’t that taste like heaven? Go on boy, take out your cock–show me how turned on that nasty funk has gotten you. Here, I’ll take out mine too.” Harry dug around in his camo shorts, pulling out his five inch, thick cock with ample, cheesy foreskin, and without removing his face from Harry’s pit, Jeff did the same, pulling out his eight inch, rock hard cock, which he started milking.

Now Harry didn’t begrudge his date his big cock, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous–and given how submissive Jeff would be for the moment–at least until Harry had him good and filthy–he figured this might be a good time to try out another spell of the Fairy Grungefather’s. Until dawn, the fairy had granted Harry the power to trade physical attributes with any man he was touching–and Jeff’s tongue and face against his pit certainly counted as touching. Harry concentrated, and watched as Jeff’s cock started shrinking in his hand, growing tinier and tinier until it was barely an inch long, and Harry was suddenly grasping a foot long monster cock thicker than a beer can. He decided to take what he could from Jeff’s balls as well, and soon he had an orange resting below his huge member, leaving Jeff with almost no manhood at all.

“Fuck boy, is that all you got to work with? Here, play with mine, and find out what a real cock feels like,” Harry said, and guided Jeff’s hand away from his miniscule cock onto his, both of them trying to suppress groans in the sparsely occupied theater. Jeff was in heaven–he hated his small cock, but given how much he loved bottoming for filthy men, he didn’t mind too much–especially when he was on a date with a monster like Harry. Jeff could barely contain himself, when he felt his tiny cock suddenly start leaking precum uncontrollably. He’d never been much of a leaker, what with his tiny balls, but now–he already could feel it running down the sides of his cock and onto his boxers.

Of course, Jeff didn’t know that his sudden leakage was the result of another one of the fairy’s spells. Harry had been given the ability to control the quantity of any kind of fluid excreted by any man he wanted–and there were all sorts of fluids Harry felt like toying with. He was going to make Jeff leak precum spontaneously for as long as he wanted him to–he hoped he would have a stinking wet spot on his crotch by the end of the film. Jeff’s attention didn’t stay on his cock for long, as he went back to admiring Jeff’s huge, nasty cock, and he felt Harry hand start guiding his face down into his crotch. “Go on boy, suck it–I want to feel that nasty shaft buried down your throat–and make sure you get all that cheese under my foreskin–I know that will drive you wild…”

Jeff struggled for a moment as he resisted the multitude of changes in the world around him, but the fairy’s magic shut him down at every turn. He knew this wasn’t what he wanted, that his cock wasn’t supposed to be an inch long straw leaking precum like a faucet, but for some reason he couldn’t do anything about it, and the more time passed, the more he just felt crazy. And he did want that cock, and that cheesy foreskin. When Harry’s hand pushed him down, he didn’t resist, and swallowed as much of the cock as he could, though he could take more than he’d expected, thanks to the small boost in jaw flexibility and throat size Harry gave him. In fact, he could take it all the way to the hilt without gagging once.

In the dim light, Harry watched the boy work, and decided that there needed to be a few more swaps here and there–just for some added fun. Never in his life had Harry ever had the chance to be muscular, and he’d always wondered what it would be like–so he gave Jeff a large percentage of his own body fat, while removing as much muscle as he could without endangering him. Jeff himself was already a bit chunky, but he had to keep adjusting his position as his gut grew out, his chins expanded, and his gunt swallowed his tiny cock whole. Harry was a bit worried, when he realized his planned change would make Jeff grow out of his clothes, but they seemed to expand with him–his button down shirt expanding to fit his massive gut, his khakis doubling in size to match Jeff’s wide ass and thighs.

Harry himself felt the fat melt off of him, as his body showed off muscles he’d never seen. Neither he nor Jeff had been particularly muscled, but between the two of them, Harry had managed to pick up enough to look like a decent hunk, with well defined pecs, ridged abs and thick arms, not to mention it showed off his cock really damn well, and gave him a great view of Jeff’s fat face chowing down on his filthy cock, but Harry still felt really old, with his greying hair. He decided that if Jeff was going to hold onto his fat for a while, he could hold onto some of Harry’s years as well. He decided to drop back to the age of twenty one, which would give Jeff close to thirty years, bringing him up to the ripe old age of fifty six.

He watched as his beard and hair suddenly lightened, and his new muscles suddenly filled with a new, remarkable vigor. He felt amazing, and his cock! He was so horny it took all of his effort to not cum the next time Jeff deep throated him. Looking down in the dim light, he could see that Jeff had grown up just as quickly–his hair receding back, face lined with wrinkles, and the blow job was starting to wind him. Harry decided to give Jeff a bit off his own beard, and also took Jeff’s hair, leaving him with an inch long beard and a perfectly smooth, bald head, Harry’s own hair growing a bit longer past his shoulders. To finish Jeff’s transformation into an old, chubby bear, Harry reluctantly sacrificed most of his thick pelt, watching it sprout all over Jeff’s new fatty rolls instead. Watching the bearded old man suck his cock was too much, and Harry unloaded down Jeff’s throat, cumming harder than he had in years–though that didn’t make sense. He was just twenty one after all, every cum shot felt like that.

He saw Jeff swallowing his cum eagerly, and when the flow stopped, Jeff started to come off the cock, but with one hand Harry pushed him back down and a second later, Jeff’s mouth was flooded with piss. He’d never tasted anything so rank, and he choked a bit at first, getting some on Harry’s clothes and on his new beard, but he caught onto the rhythm and was soon drinking that down just as eagerly, his new love of filth urging him on, not to mention his attraction to the hot, muscular redneck who he still couldn’t believe had agreed to go out on a date with a fat geezer like himself. After he finished pissing, Harry finally allowed Jeff up, but only after he’d sucked whatever piss he could get from the front of his shorts, and then let Harry lick the piss from his beard, and Harry decided it was time for Jeff to start getting dirtier.

While they made out, one of Harry’s hands snaked down under Jeff’s massive gut, and found the sticky mess of precum his earlier spell had generated, and he started feeding it to Jeff on his fingers, Jeff happily sucking the filth off them as well. Harry also wanted Jeff to start getting musky, so he used his spell to kick Harry’s sweat production into high gear. Beads started dotting Jeff’s suddenly red face, and sweat stains started formed under his armpits. Harry wanted to get in the middle of it, so he worked his head under Jeff’s sweaty gut and into his humid crotch, rubbing his face in the cum and sweat, listening to Jeff’s muffled groans as he licked away at his tiny cock. Harry must have lost track of time in there, because he was caught off guard by Jeff hauling him out by the back of his shirt, back into the fully lighted theater.

In the sudden light, Harry was struck by how much he had changed Jeff in the dark theater. Where a young cub had sat when the movie started, there was now an elderly, obese bear, dressed in a shirt and tie with a nicely trimmed grey beard and completely bald head–thought the shirt was nearly soaked through with ripe sweat. Harry couldn’t see himself, but he could sense from how Jeff was looking back at him that he was a fine piece of muscular redneck, though maybe it was just his funk making Jeff look at him like that–not that it mattered. They saw the ushers come into the theater, and Jeff said in a deep voice, “well young man, what say you and I zip up and skedaddle?”

“Oh, yeah, sure thing,” Harry said, tucked his cock back into his tight camo shorts and helped Jeff stand up, and together they made their way out of the theater, Harry flaunting his shorts damp with piss and the muscles stretching against his sleeveless tee, and enjoying the stench of cum and sweat rolling off Jeff next to him. Harry felt sexier, and hornier, than he’d ever felt before, and the night was still young. Jeff and him had plenty more to do before dawn, and he hadn’t even tried all of the fairy’s spells yet. Things were only going to get hotter, and filthier, from here on out.

It was working–the collar was really working! In the mirror, Gregory could see years melting off his body, fat and gray hair falling away. He watched muscle fill in, and he grabbed and tugged at his nips, his smooth cock hardening, and he suddenly wanted to dance.

Oh god, was it happening already? He had hoped to have his mind for a while longer, but it was becoming harder and harder to think about anything other than grinding up on a pole, desperate to feel men’s lustful eyes upon him. That was the deal though–eternal youth, but he would spend it as an empty headed stripper in one of the Organization’s many lucrative night clubs. It had seemed like the chance of a lifetime when Gregory had been 82 and suffering through cancer–but now, well, now Gregory was gone.

“Come on GiGi, get your G-string on,” the handler said, hooking a lead to “We have some clients who have already reserved you for a private showing.”

“GiGi dance! GiGi dance good!” the muscle slave said, as he pulled on the skimpy garment and sashayed out of the room, his hips forever grinding to an invisible, pounding beat.

Matchmaker (Part 3)

***WARNING – This story contains incest, incontinence, watersports, scat, and mental AR. If any of this offends you, go get your panties in a knot somewhere else.***

Within a week of casting the spell–sure enough, a heavily tattooed, and very submissive Bill was working alongside Spike on site, with a padlocked chain around his neck. Fuck if that wasn’t one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my whole life. Spike introduced us on his first day, and as soon as Bill heard my name I knew he recognized me, but he didn’t dare disobey when his Master Spike told him to suck my cock on our smoke break. Needless to say–that was one down with two more to go, and Nick, my younger brother, was my next target.

Nick had gotten a nice scholarship with the local university in town based on his football skills, and was finishing up his senior year–not that he’d bothered growing up or maturing at all in that space of time, or taken advantage of his education. Was I a bit bitter? Hell yeah I was. I had always been smarter than Nick, and gotten better grades, and here I was, working as a blue collar laborer while he was banging girls and getting drunk at college. Not that I resented where I was working, or who I’d become–it was just, well that could have been me, you know? Well, aside from the girl part, but he’d wasted it like a spoiled, immature brat.

But who to hook him up with? Well, that was a sadder story. Glenn was another gay guy on the crew, but one who’d bitten the straight-acting bullet and married his high school sweetheart, figuring he could still fuck around with enough guys on the side to keep himself happy. Hell, it had worked for thirty years, and he’d somehow managed to get two young boys of his own, and he really did love his family.

Unfortunately, his wife had come home at the wrong time and caught her husband giving it to a young, chubby cub…and well, that was that. She moved across the country to live with her parents, took the boys with her–and Glenn was heartbroken. But hey, I decided to make the best out of it, right? After all, Glenn made an excellent father, and I had a lout of a brother who wanted to live like an infant, so hey, I think it turned out for the best in the end.

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Nick rolled over in the bed and moaned around his thumb, which was inexplicably stuck in his mouth. What in the hell had he gotten into last night he wondered, pulling out his thumb of his mouth, assuming he’d probably blacked out and one of his friends had stuck it in there as a joke. However, while that explanation would have made sense most any other night–last night had been…odd. He’d started out with his friends, bar hopping, but gotten separated somewhere along the line. Of course, that didn’t stop him from getting smashed–nothing could, really, but the night had taken a stranger turn on his way back to his car, stumbling the whole way.

He must have imagined it, it was just too strange to have actually happened, but he’d gotten to his car and was trying to get the key in when some strange, older guy had come out of nowhere, taken the keys from him, and suggested he not drive drunk. Nick had protested, of course, after all, who was this guy to tell him what he could and couldn’t do? Still, he’d been too drunk to really do anything to get the keys back, and it had almost felt like the older guy had been…playing with him–holding the keys just out of reach or jiggling them in front of his face just for fun. Somewhere in the midst of trying to get them back, Nick had felt a strange sensation as his crotch got warm all of a sudden, and he was pissing himself, and he tried to stop, but he couldn’t. His anger dissipated and was replaced by astonishment and shame, and the man had immediately come over and given him a big bear hug, telling him, “Don’t worry, it’s natural for little baby boys like you to have accidents like that. Let’s get you home and get you cleaned up.” And that…that was the last thing he remembered.

He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but when he opened them, he was in a room he didn’t recognize at all. The surprise at that was immediately dwarfed by the realization that he also wasn’t wearing the clothes he’d had on the night before–instead he had on a Dr. Seuss shirt and…and a diaper.

He leapt out of bed, terrified, his thumb going right back in his mouth, and he felt a bit calmer with something to suck on. He had to get out of here–this was way too weird. He looked around for his clothes but they were nowhere to be found–in fact, there were no normal clothes to be seen, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to go out in public in a diaper…as turned on as that thought suddenly made him.

“Is that my little Nicky ready for his breakfast?” a voice said from outside the bedroom door, and Nick felt a strange twinge of arousal at hearing that name. He’d always been Nicky to his dad and older brothers, and he’d always resented it, but now, he was just a little boy right? Why wouldn’t he want to be called that? The door opened, and in came the older man he’d met in the street, clad only in a pair of grimy briefs, his hairy chest and back shown off, and his bulge…fuck he had a huge bulge too. He looked like a daddy…yeah, Daddy Glenn. Nick shook his head, trying to clear away the thoughts crowding in around him, while Glenn set down the tray laden with baby bottles down in the dresser and came over to Nick. “You alright son? I know you had a rough night.”

“I’m not…I’m not your son. What is this? Where are my clothes?” Nick said around his thumb. He knew he should take it out of his mouth, but he was so stressed out–it was the only thing making him feel better. “Did you kidnap me or something? What–”

He was interrupted by Daddy Glenn pulling him into a big hug, and Nick melted against him, feeling his stress evaporate. It felt so good being in his daddy’s arms–he could relax there. Too late, he felt that same warmth from the night before flood his diaper as he pissed himself again, and then he started crying, just sobbing his eyes out, his daddy patting his back and cooing to him, lying him back on his bed and then bringing over one of the large baby bottles, which Nick started sucking on, feeling better already.

“Yeah, that’s a good boy,” Glenn said, stroking Nick’s hair, “Just drink down your breakfast and you’ll feel better, plenty of good stuff in there to make you a good little boy, right? And did little Nicky mess his diaper again? Seems like little Nicky likes laying around in a pissy diaper.”

This guy was insane–that was all Nick could figure, but then why wasn’t he doing anything to get away? To be honest, the wet diaper did feel good, as did drinking the warm liquid from the bottle with his daddy stroking his hair. As he sucked it down, Nick started to feel a bit strange. First, he was feeling a bit floaty, and it was hard to focus on what was going on around him, aside from sucking on his bottle and what Glenn was saying. He also felt a bit weak, like his muscles didn’t want to do anything his head was telling them. “Yeah, that’s a good little boy. Drink all your breakfast, or you won’t be a big fat baby boy like daddy wants, will you? You want to be a chubby baby don’t you?”

Nick tried to shake his head, but he couldn’t do anything besides drink, and before he knew it, the first bottle was gone, and replaced by another. He was already full after the first, and the drink was rich like cream, but with a medicinal aftertaste from whatever Glenn had laced it with. Still, he kept drinking–he did want to be a good baby boy, right? That’s what Glenn kept saying, and in his mental fog, anything Glenn told him sounded more right than the thoughts in his own brain, and he settled down, even though Glenn was now rubbing his hard cock through the padded diaper.

In the midst of drinking down the third bottle however, he felt–and heard–his stomach start to churn, and he realized that if he didn’t get to a bathroom soon, he was going to shit himself. He let go of the bottle and tried to sit up, but he was so weak–his daddy easily pushed him back down and returned the bottle to his mouth, but not before Nick managed to get out, “But…poo poo, daddy. I needs poo poo…” Nick had no idea why he was talking like a little kid–but at least he had gotten the idea across–however, Glenn just smiled.

“I bet you do–after all that laxatives I shoved up your hole last night. So go on, son–shit that diaper of yours, like the baby you are.”

Nick felt horror creep back into him, mostly at the thought of how hot it would be if he actually shit his diaper, and he tried to get up again, but the exertion made him lose control, and a massive pile of shit flooded from his ass, spreading up and down his crack in the diaper, and even between his legs to his balls. He smelled it, and felt ashamed of himself, but when Glenn rubbed his hair again and gave him a kiss, telling him over and over how good a boy he was for shitting his pants like a good baby, he slowly sunk back into his haze, sucking down bottle after bottle of Glenn’s strange formula, feeling fuller than he’d ever been in his life, and before long, he was rubbing his ass back and forth on the bed, smearing the shit around, his daddy helping coat his cock and balls in the diaper with the mass, and before he could stop himself, he came in his diaper as well, and Glenn watched him grunt and groan, Nicky’s belly taut with his breakfast, and Glenn had never felt so horny for someone in his whole life.

He pulled his cock from his grimy briefs, and said, “Here son, here’s your pacifier, suck on this.”

Nick was all too happy to do so, and he sucked down his daddy’s big cock, milking it for all it was worth, and not a minute later, he was rewarded with a huge load of cum which he swallowed down greedily, and Glenn pulled out, allowing Nick to suck his thumb again. He remembered thinking he should get out of here, but why? He liked it here, with his daddy, and he felt so weak all of a sudden, and tired. He yawned, and stretched, enjoying the feeling of a full diaper and a full stomach.

“Does little Nicky need a nap?” Glenn asked, “How about we get you cleaned up, and then you can sleep for a while.” Glenn said, but Nick shook his head no. “Oh, does Nicky like laying around in his nasty diaper? Is Nicky a dirty little boy?”

“Yes, daddy, I super dirty,” Nick said, the childish tone sliding out naturally. Glenn leaned in and tickled him, sending Nick into a spate of giggling and flailing, before giving him a deep kiss.

“Well alright, you can keep your dirty diaper on while you nap. Do you want your huggabear?” Glenn said, and with a big grin, Nick reached out and took the stuffed animal from his daddy and hugged him close, already feeling sleepy.

He felt his eyes slip closed, and his thumb found its way back to his mouth, and a moment later, he was asleep. Glenn spent a few moments looking over his new diaper boy, happy to have a family again, and then left his son to his dreams of sucking the cum from his daddy’s giant cock.