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!

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?

I’d always hated him, Mr. Wallingford, my parent’s next door neighbor. A total fruit, and everyone knew it–but while that was disgusting, what made it worse was how much he wanted me. Ever since I was a teenager and had started coming into my own, I’d noticed how often he looked at me, whenever I was playing outside with my friends, he’d be watching me through the window. I tried telling my parents but they wouldn’t listen, and he never did touch me or say anything to me. He’d just…watch. Stare.

I was so happy, when I went off to college, that I could be away from him finally, but coming home for breaks and summers was horrible. I’d get home, and there he’d be again, still staring, still licking his lips, still…disgusting. I did my best to ignore him, and that worked fine until the summer between my Sophomore and Junior years, when I got home and something changed. Not right away. The first month was the same–he would still watch me, but now he had a strange glee in his eye that he hadn’t before. Every year the neighborhood throws a big block party for independence day, with a big potluck. Mr. Wallingford provided the cake that year, and everyone had a piece–it was delicious, but after that…

Suddenly, I was the one who couldn’t take my eyes off of him, and he made sure I had plenty of opportunities to see him. He would walk around the neighborhood naked, and no one would bat an eye or find it the least bit strange, but I was the only one who knew, and I couldn’t divert my eyes. Every waking moment I had to follow him, stare at him…lust for him. He was in my dreams, all of these sick, twisted fantasies I’d never had, they were all I could think about. At first that was it, but now, things are getting worse.

My…body. Something’s wrong with it. I’m putting on weight, I have these dreams were I’m massively fat, and I deserve it, I deserve to have my hot, muscular body ruined for ignoring him all these years, for…for never serving him how he needed to be. My…my dad raped me last night. He went in my room, threw off my covers and fucked my ass, loud enough for my mom to know, and I wanted it, and he watched it happen through the window, jacking off. Now, he’s out on his driveway, pissing, and as soon as he goes back inside…I’ll be out there, on my hands and knees licking it up off the concrete, because I need it, and everyone will watch me, everyone will see me. And then I’ll crawl to his door, and I’ll beg him to use me, because… because I need him. Because I’ve watched him forever, but I never knew how much I needed him until now. Because I’m his pig now, and that’s all I’ll ever be from now on.

Source: gbendana

brackenousjunk:

Requested by @andyreworld.

WARNING: SCAT AHEAD

Kyle liked going to the gym in the mid-morning–everyone who got a workout in before work had left, and everyone who came around lunchtime wasn’t there yet–it gave him a good hour and half with most of the weights to himself, to focus on lifting. He’d sure been working out long enough to learn patterns like this, he’d been a gym rat for years, and maintained a near flawless physique–low body fat and ripped with muscle. Still, he wasn’t a far of people–especially fags–staring at his body, unless he wanted them staring, so he preferred off-hours. Usually he had peace, but, today, some fat fuck was crowding his space.

He’d seen him around the gym before, but Kyle didn’t usually care about what other people were doing, and if he wanted to work out, good for him. But it seemed like every time he turned around, the guy was within five feet of him, lifting something, or on the next machine over–and then the first one came, loud enough that Kyle could hear it over his music, a massive, horrific fart that lasted at least five seconds.

He looked over at the pig, disgusted, but the guy just leered back at him–and then Kyle smelt it–it was horrific, one of the worst things he’d ever smelt in his life. It was so strong that it was almost like his mind and body blew a fuse–he couldn’t move, he couldn’t think–his eyes went glassy, his jaw gaping as the pig got up, pulled the headphones from his head, leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Finally got you. Come on, you’re gonna spot me today.”

Kyle did as he was told, even though he fought the compulsion as best he could, but his body wasn’t his anymore. The smell lingered in his nose, and just as he’d start shaking the pig’s control off, the fat fuck would nearly shit his pants again, and he’d…lose it all over again. The pig kept talking to him while he lifted, telling Kyle how much he loved the smell of him, how much he loved his farts, how much he loved submitting. Soon, as much as he hated himself for it, he started craving it, the smell, the filthy thoughts his master whispered in his ear. Finally, he couldn’t resist it anymore–his master was doing squats, and let a huge fart loose, and something in Kyle broke. Snorting and grunting, he got down behind him, shoved his head to the man’s ass and started crewing at his shorts, cum spewing in his jockstrap.

“That’s a good pig–I think you’re ready for your post-workout meal, don’t you?”

Kyle didn’t know what he meant, but he crawled after his master, who went into the locker room, commandeered the large stall, and sat backwards, his hole right in Kyle’s face. He fought as hard as he could, hesitating, but a wet fart pulled him in, lips locked to his master’s hole, tongue burrowing in, ready and eager for his first feeding.

Here’s an expansion requested a few times, and also incorporating this request.

Also, still really messy!

This close to the source, Kyle felt like his brain was literally melting away inside his skull, the wretched stench of his master’s farts stripping the paint from his soul. He sucked down as much of the filth as he could, and didn’t even realize when the shit started pouring out with the gas, his mouth devouring it, grunting and moaning, his master laughing and berating him as he fed him. It never seemed to end, his gut felt full and distended, his mouth coated in filth, but at last his master did finish, ordered Kyle to lick his crack clean, and then got up and left without another word, just the sound of laughter.

Kyle just rolled over and slumped next to the toilet, trying to get his bearings on what had just happened to him, trying to grapple with what he’d just done. He looked down at himself, at his shit stained shirt bulging with a sudden gut full of shit–he belched, and the taste of it was disgusting, but also made his cock even harder. He couldn’t just stay here, though–but he also couldn’t leave. If people saw him like this, what would they even think of him? He had fresh street clothes in his locker though, maybe he could get out of this, somehow. He wiped his face and neck clean with water from the toilet bowl and toilet paper, took off his shirt, threw it in the trash, and then went to his locker–only to discover someone else had gotten there first. His normal clothes were gone, and in their place were the filthiest, most disgusting garments he’d ever seen. A white shirt crusted with stains he didn’t want think about, some briefs equally disgusting–crusty and crispy. Some jean shorts that felt so…disgusting in his hands, and the stench of his master on them, his master! He buried his face in the filthy fabric, snorting and grunting in front of everyone around him–he stripped off the rest of his gym clothes, pulled on the briefs, and immediately exploded–all the cum he’d build up in the last few hours pouring out of him in a sopping deluge. Then the shirt, then the cutoffs. A couple of tennis shoes without socks. He didn’t even notice the clothes should have been too big for his old, muscular body, but now they barely fit him, a sliver of hairy gut poking out under the shirt, cutoffs bursting around his thighs.

He came back to his mind a bit, enough to know he needed to get out of there. However, he didn’t notice that he left a trail of piss as he left, oblivious to the stream running down his leg and into his shoe, leaking out onto the floor. He had to get home, he had to get away from here. He fled, got in his car and drove home as quickly as he could, belching up the stench of his master’s shit, gut bulging larger, and he kept ripping off the most horrid farts–in the enclosed car, the stench only made him horny, and by the time he got home he was pushing out longer and louder. In his parking spot, huffing and panting with need, he bore down, filling the back of his underwear and cutoffs with a huge load of shit, feeling it squelch out the legs and coat the car seat under him, while he rubbed his sopping wet crotch until he came with a squeal.

He recovered slowly, his mind exhausted–and looked around. This wasn’t his house–it wasn’t even close to where he lived. But he needed to be here, he knew that–this is where his master was. This is where he belonged.

Requested by @growthpup

It’s always the little things with you’re ex’s, you know? There’s always so many big, massive reasons to hate them–the abuse, the belittlement, the destruction of your self-worth–but it’s the little things that always stick with you, that always make you the angriest. How they always used to shit with the door open, just because. How they never let you have a dog, because who could bear all that responsibility, tending to the needs of another living thing? I mean, he thought he could handle a mature relationship, but owning a dog is too fucking much, in what fucking universe does that make sense, right Rover?

ARF!

Yeah, you were a stupid asshole back when you were a human, weren;t you? Yeah, look at that tail wag. You don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, not after all that mental conditioning turned your brain to mush. Do you know how much fun it’s been the last few months, watching that old you slowly wink out of existence? Watching you forget words, take to crawling around the apartment like it’s completely normal? Sure, it was annoying when you forgot how to use the toilet, but at least you’re using the puppy pads, and that day you got fired? Ha–supposed to do a big presentation, got so stressed out you got down on your hands and knees, started howling you face off, and wet yourself right there in front of everyone? I had to come pick you up, they all think you had some psychotic break, they all think you’re gone forever, and they couldn’t be more right, huh boy?

ARF ARF!

Ok Ok, if you really need dessert after dinner, I suppose that’s alright. No teeth though–yeah, look at you slobbering all over that fucking shaft. You dogs sure do love your bones. If you’re real good after obedience lessons tonight, I might even fuck you, and maybe in a few months I’ll start training you to on how to be human again–properly this time. You’ll be the greatest boyfriend out in public, and a loyal dog at home–what more could a guy ask for, right Rover?

ARF!

Source: martinclmaster

The Catcall Curse (Part 5)

“Come on now, don’t be scared–don’t you want to play with a nasty pig like me?”

Fuck, did he ever. Jack quivered, the energy building up inside of him. He’d never really been able to have that much control over, whatever power this was. All he’d ever really been able to do was point it in someone’s direction, give it an idea to go on, and then push–but it was moments like these that terrified him the most, because this was when he realized how little control he had. This would kill him one day, this energy–he could feel it–but at that moment, all he felt was life and vigor throbing in every bit of his body. There was too much light up close and too much dark at a distance, like his vision was scrubbing away everything that wasn’t this…this sexy, disgusting pig in front of him. But he had to fight it. This had already gone too far, no one deserved this. He could feel what the spell wanted, but it needed more from him to make it happen. If he could just get away before it got anything else out of him, then it would lose strength eventually. However, getting away was going to be…difficult.

“Well? Why are you just standing there? Go on, say something, talk dirty to me, tell me what a disgusting fucker I am, I want to hear it.”

“Please…I know you want this, but…but pick someone else, anyone else. You don’t want me,” Jack said, but even as he said it, he knew reason would fall deaf in this space. Curses spoke a twisted logic all their own–the pig had no time for this. But more than that, the spell was…angry. Not that spell could feel emotions, but it could sense him pushing against it, and it was more than ready to push back.

“Oh, but look at you daddy. You obviously came to play tonight. I love a man in uniform–are you here to punish me, officer?” The pig ran a finger down the front of Jack’s leather uniform shirt, tight against his body. Hadn’t…he been wearing something more casual, earlier? It was the spell–it was trying to weaken his resolve, and it was working. The pig started groping Jack’s cock through the tight leather breeches he was wearing, and he groaned, precum leaking into the gap between skin and leather. “Such a big tool, and you don’t want to use it? Am I not naughty enough for you, sir?”

“No–No, I’m not going to fall for this. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“What’s that, daddy?”

“You’re…it’s not going to work, you…stupid pig.”

“Fuck, I am stupid, aren’t I, sir?”

“So fucking stupid, no fucking brains at all. The only thing a pig like you is good for is as a couple of holes for big fucking cocks,” Jack said, his voice turning to a snarl. No, what was he saying? He shook his head, and forced himself to take a step back, ignoring how…hard his cock had gotten saying that. “No, I can fight this. Have some fucking will, Jack!” He said to himself.

The pig laughed, “You don’t have any fucking will daddy. Big fucking stupid brutes like you only know how to do two things–drool, and fuck. Look at that fucking body of yours, every bit of you stuffed with testosterone. No room in that skull for brains. You won’t have any fucking will when I’m done with you,” the pig said, it’s voice dropping into a lower register which made Jack shiver with terror and lust, but the words he said kept reverberating in him. He tried to fight, but he didn’t know how, his body expanding, coating itself with hair, every thought draining from his mind aside from a deep, endless desire to fuck. With one hairy forearm the brute wiped drool from it’s beard, and snarled.

“Fuckin’ pig, damn slut, bend the hell over, gotta fuckin’ plow you!”

He was so…big all of a sudden. Nothing felt right, or was he just clumsy? It didn’t fucking matter, not anymore. He slammed the pig down onto a table and yanked his cock free, ramming it deep, fucking like a beast, huffing and roaring, spittle flying everywhere, pushing his energy out now. Had to fucking punish this pig. This pig was nothing, this pig was property, this pig was worthless! Now there really was a vortex around them, the men surrounding them could feel the curse pulling at their lives, their will, their souls. The room started to bend and warp, shifting and changing into something entirely new, Jack powerless to stop it, powerless to do anything at all. The pig beneath him was shifting as well, changing into…into something. It was coming from him, some image, but he couldn’t keep it straight, all he knew was to fuck, to punish, to brutalize, to mark, to humiliate.

He exploded, at some point. He came, and the spell sucked the last bit of energy from him that it needed, and finally completed itself, the leather bar slowly coming back into focus, no man in the room unchanged at this point, but all Jack could do was keep fucking, and fucking, and fucking.

The Catcall Curse (Part 4)

In the dimness of the bar, it seemed to the pig that he’d been surrounded by a single wall of flesh, the lines and boundaries between men indiscernible from the shadows. The wall was in constant motion, the faces at the top shifting as men jostled for position at either end. No sooner would a cock slip into his mouth or ass, that someone else would push him away and take his place. There were…too many of them. Too many men. He couldn’t do this by himself, he couldn’t please all of these men. The spell needed outlets, and so, the singular mass around Clyde began to break apart, smaller bubbles forming.

The jeers would start out as benign, masculine posturing. One man would challenge the other’s prowess or form. But always one or two would be isolated, torn down further, unable to muster a returning challenge, finding the constant barrage of humiliation from the men now surrounding them to be…turning them on, not making them upset or angry. Soon, they were asking for for, begging the men to abuse them further, unable to keep their hands from their cocks, licking their lips, thinking about how good all of these men’s cocks would taste. From one pig came four. When four was too many, the spell made twelve pigs scattered throughout the room. Twelve was still too few–so it made twenty. All of them were slightly different–reflections of the particular crowd that shaped them and called them forth.

The spell tended to focus on deserving parties. Two of Clyde’s lieutenants, who had often been the crudest and loudest calling to the women, always competing with the old Clyde for the best comment of the day, found themselves surrounded by men, who began taunting them together:

“Look at you two, like a couple of faggots. Bet all you two brutes want is to have your cocks in each other’s faces!”

“Yeah, they might look like men, but you know they’ll moan like a couple a whores!”

The constant barrage of comments formed a constant static. They heard all of it, and yet couldn’t separate any one bit from the mass of sound, as they stroked and rubbed each other’s hair bellies, leaning in close for a deep kiss that only grew more intense as the crowd pulled in tighter around them. The two of them were still kissing, face to face, as the men forced them over a table and started working their asses over, first with their cocks, then with their fists, the two men’s construction gean becoming leather and rubber highlighted with red.

Others were pulled in by the spell because they showed an odd resistance. A younger man, who’d remained pressed to the wall–caught between a terror at what he was seeing urging him to flee, and a strange, external compulsion planting his feet and urging him to join in. The men noticed his reluctance, they began to break off, laughing, pointing and jeering at him:

“Hey little boy, don’t be shy, I know what that pretty ass of yours likes!”

“Got nothing to say? Good! Everyone knows a mouth like that isn’t meant for talking.”

One man stepped forward and started working the young man over, and the crowd surrounded them both, urging them both on, the daddy finding himself holding the leash of his cub’s collar, proud of how good his little boy was doing, his first night out. He was nervous, sure, but the catcalls were turning him on–everyone could see it–and after he’d drank a full load of his massive daddy’s cum, he was more than happy to be led around on his hands and knees, servicing anyone else his daddy liked.

Eventually, enough attention was diverted away from Clyde, that he discovered there was no one else around him–they had all lost interest, and gone off to look at the new whores forming their own orbits around the room. He was angry, frustrated. People were supposed to be looking at him, wanting him, disgusted by him, and he looked around until he laid eyes on the one person still paying him attention–a man he could just make out through the grimy window of the bar, hunkered down and staring at him. He beckoned him in, and saw the man’s eyes go wide.

Jack hadn’t wanted to be noticed. He’d been…happy observing the festivities inside the bar, content to avoid the full force of this incredibly savage curse as best he could. It wasn’t like it could do him any real damage–or at least he hoped it couldn’t. He hadn’t made one of these storms in a while, and he’d always been careful to keep his distance before. Now, he didn’t really have a choice, but to try and keep to the edge, and hope the wind wouldn’t pick him up with a sudden gust and whirl him in closer.

Then, Clyde saw him. Clyde didn’t just see him, however–it was more that Clyde knew him. The spell, through Clyde, recognized him, the power he had in him, and it was…hungry. It wanted to be bigger, it wanted to exact more justice. He was too close, this was too powerful, even for him. The pig…wanted him. He stood up, and fought his body moving him inside the bar, trying to protect himself from the power threatening to engluf him, but he felt helpless. That was, really, how curses worked–the harder you fought, the more they ensnared you until you couldn’t even fight anymore, until you couldn’t even imagine why anyone would fight this. But he had to fight, he had to. With all of his will, he froze himself a few yards inside, focusing his mind as best he could, pushing against the spell, trying to create a zone of protection for himself.

That, of course, couldn’t stop Clyde from approaching him. The pig could sense the power rolling off him, and he was so hungry for it. So hungry to be punished, desperate for it now. And this man, whoever he was–he could sense that no one would be able to punish him like he would, and with a laugh, he whispered in Jake’s ear with a voice not quite his own, “Come on now, don’t be scared–don’t you want to play with a nasty pig like me?”

The Catcall Curse (Part 3)

The rest of the men just stared at the clothes where they’d fallen in front of the pig, still kneeling on the ground. They’d all seen the pair of overalls…hadn’t they? But it was like, as they’d moved through the air they’d just…changed. It wasn’t denim anymore, but…leather, and something shiny and black. The pig licked it’s lips, eyes wide, tiny cock seeping cum, and it stood up and began to dress, moaning to himself. First, a pair of tight, rubber booty shorts– though minus the booty, allowing easy access to his hole. The leather bulldog harness next, the leather bands, flagging yellow and red on the right, of course. Then the socks and boots, and last, the collar, gaudily spiked. With a snort, Clyde ran his chubby hands over his smooth, fat body, relishing the…freedom. No one would be able to resist looking at him now, no man would be able to avoid the filthy thoughts he’d summon to their minds. He looked around, and the men surrounding him, the brutes, they were just staring at him. He knew what they wanted, what they saw. But why weren’t they taking him? Raping him? Owning him? Abusing him? It’s what he deserved, after all. It’s what they’d all been calling him.

The men in the ring were caught. On the one hand, they were all struggling to return to themselves, their old selves, though they would, unavoidably, remain warped in some way by the curse laid on Clyde. But on the other hand, their hearts and their groins were beginning to ache again at the sight of this…nasty disgusting whorepig, right there in the middle of them, just…aching to be used. They couldn’t look away from it, no matter how much they tried, watching it grope itself, knead it’s fat tits, sway it’s hips too and fro, that fat, supple ass jiggling, inviting them for another round, but they fought all the same. Some of them took a few, shuffling steps forward, before pausing. Others found themselves stroking their cocks stiff against their will, panting at the sight, but made no effort beyond merely staring. They all, instinctively knew that if the curse wanted the orgy to begin again, they would be helpless, but no…it wanted something else.

The dissatisfaction kept brewing in Clyde’s heart and soul, the men just staring at him, wanting him but it wasn’t enough. He wanted…more. More eyes, more men, to be in the midst of a crowd, to find new men to humiliate him, new men to abuse him. Even if they didn’t want to, he knew they wouldn’t be able to help themselves once they saw him, once they could see what a piggy slut he was. So he started walking, heading for the exit to the worksite. Everything that had already happened had occurred behind the relative privacy of a tall fence, but as soon as Clyde slipped out of the gate and onto the sidewalk, everyone around him simply stopped and stared. It was close to five, almost time to end the work day anyway, and the streets were crowded with men and women. The women–they didn’t even seem to notice him, but the men…every man stopped and stared, enraptured, sneering, disgusted and yet unbelievably aroused at the sight.

“Hey pig, how about you go home with me tonight? You wanna keep me warm?”

“I gotta big cock for that big mouth a yers, pig.”

Wolf calls, growls and howls, he looked over his shoulder and saw that the men from the worksite were following. They couldn’t resist him, the allure of him, and the men who saw him on the street fell into a parade. He could no longer separate out the jeers of the fuckers behind him, it was simply a cacophony of want. His booted feet kept walking, his hips swaying, putting on a proper show for them all. He…wasn’t quite sure where he was going, until he was suddenly there. The Horseshoe Tavern, down the street a couple of blocks from the worksite, where he and the other guys would often go for a few drinks after quitting time. It was a surprisingly spacious bar, with an already sizable crowd of men getting off of work, and as soon as he stepped inside, every eye swung in his direction, jaws dropped, leering up and down his body.

“Howdy boys!” He shouted, “How about we get this party started? Who wants to be the first to plow my holes?”

The men paused for a moment, and then the same thought occurred to them all at the same time. They cheered, a table was cleared, glasses thrown to the floor to shatter, and Clyde was bent over it, two men jostling for first position, hunger and confusion in their eyes, but they couldn’t resist the pig. After all, coming in, dressed like that, the thing was asking for it, right?