Dream Camp (Part 6)

The troop had planned a ten mile hike for that day, around the large lake that the campground was butting up against. The hike was technically optional–Eric and Alex were going to stick around camp and work on some badge requirements with any scouts who didn’t want to go, and several of them stayed–although they were less interested in learning about knots and more desperate to latch onto Alex’s tits and suck the young man dry when they got the chance. The other adult–Saul–stuck around as well. In fact, he’d been with Eric almost all morning, his mouth latched onto his tits, spasming every few minutes as another orgasm ripped through him, his flat stomach already forming a round gut. Poor guy was gonna be stuck in Eric’s harem if he kept that up–just one more obese, empty headed titsucker, like all the others Eric kept at his home. Barry shivered a bit, thinking about how…nice that would be, to just lay around, sucking down Eric’s delicious milk, not having to think about anything else ever again…but he had Christian to think of too. Maybe…maybe when he was older, and out on his own, then maybe Barry would take Eric up on his standing offer he would occasionally try to tempt him with.

That left Barry, Kyle, Christian and most of the older scouts to go on the hike. They all made their lunches, put together their day packs, and got to the trailhead around noon. The weather had turned clear, at least, thought it was still cold and a bit blustery. Barry was thankful for his new body, however–he felt so energetic! Usually he wouldn’t have gone on a hike like this at all, because he would have collapsed before the first mile. Now, however, even though he was still very fat, he also had a much longer stride and the endurance to fuck his cock hungry boy all night long. In fact, by the end of the first mile, he didn’t feel the least bit winded–though he had begun to sweat profusely, soaking his hairy body, the pits of his uniform shirt dark with sweat, and it was hard keeping his head clear when his stinking musk kept distracting him, and making him horny as hell. Christian wasn’t helping much either, walking in front of him, swinging his chubby ass right in his dad’s face. He’d started sweating too–Barry could smell–and see–the sweat collecting in his son’s crack especially, imagining how smelly it might be, thinking about how much he wanted to shove his face in there and eat out his filthy hole.

By the time they reached the five mile marker, where they had planned on eating lunch, both Barry and Christian had their uniforms soaked to the skin, their cocks fully erect and leaking, the scouts around them all trying to keep their own heads clear in the musk of them both. Max, in particular, was in heaven. He’d…always kind of liked how guys smelled, in the locker room after practice. He’d never dared tell his dad something like that–he’d assume his tough boy was some kind of fag–but even Max had never imagined anyone could smell as good as Barry or Christian did. He…he wanted them, there was no use denying it. He wanted their sweat coating his body, he wanted to lick them clean, to bathe in their musk and cum and…and what the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t some fucking fag! Sure, he’d always…kind of wondered, but he couldn’t. His dad would kill him, if he found out Max had even thought of something like that.

Kyle called a long break for lunch, and looked around, but Barry and Christian had already thrown their packs down to the ground and were storming off into the woods, hungry for each other, Barry shoving his son up against a tree, yanking down his pants and burying his bearded face in between Christian’s ass cheeks, tongue probing his loose hole, tasting his loads of cum from earlier still leaking their way free from his ass. Christian bore down and blew a wet fart right in his father’s face, the stench hitting him like a freight train, cock spurting in his uniform pants, driving him into a frenzy of eating and licking as Christian moaned, and farted again. Barry couldn’t wait anymore, he couldn’t resist anymore. He stood up, not even realizing he was growling, shoved down his pants and rammed his cock into Christian in a single thrust. Before, he’d been horny, but still conscious of himself. This fuck however–he felt like an animal. He pulled Christian close to him, raking his nails across his fat gut, slamming his cock in deep, biting down on his shoulder, sucking at the skin, licking at it, marking him. He was his, all his. His forever. He came, a load even more massive than earlier, but kept fucking, feeling it squelch out, dribbling to the forest floor below them, one hand reaching around and milking his boy’s cock until he too shot up and down the trunk of the tree. Only then did his mind return, and he was able to pull away, legs trembling, and they collapsed together–Barry sitting against the tree, Christian in his lap between his legs, his daddy hugging him close against his belly, and they saw Max behind a tree a few yards away, watching them, cock hanging from his pants, drooling.

The amulet was warm against his hair, just like the sun, but he still had enough energy to beckon Max closer. He could see the need on his face, the reluctance, the fear and the desire. He kept stroking, Barry leaned forward and licked the side of his son’s neck, biting at his earlobe gently, never taking his eyes from Max, even as his own eyelids began to droop. He was so tired, all of a sudden, but he was coming closer, coming to them. Yeah, come on boy, come to me, come to us, where you know you belong…

Dream Camp (Part 5)

Barry had to fuck his boy twice–he couldn’t help it, it was like he was on autopilot. As he woke up and realized what must have happened, that the wrong dream had come true, he tried to stop himself, but he simply couldn’t. His boy needed a good, proper loving after all, and Barry was the only one who could give it to him. Even though they had woken up ahead of the rest of the troop, they were some of the last people out of the tent, Barry having to get used to his new size…but he only realized just how large he’d become once he stepped outside, standing to his new height of eight feet for the first time.

Everyone around them treated him like normal, but he felt like a freak, wearing this adult uniform bulging with his fat body, his cock shoved down one leg of his pants…still leaking. Everyone….everyone just seemed so damn small, all of a sudden. Christian followed after him, and his boy was shorter than him as well, but still taller than all of the other scouts–even Max and Mr. Hoffson. “Thanks dad–I’ll see you after breakfast? Before the hike?” Christian asked.

“Huh?” Barry growled, “Oh, of course–you know how I get when I don’t give my boy a good fuck every few hours.” He grinned, but he wanted to scream. The words were falling out so naturally. Christian looked happy as could be, and went off to join the rest of his patrol in cooking breakfast. Barry took a step or two to follow him, but realized that he didn’t belong there, not anymore. No…he was a leader now. In fact, he was the assistant scoutmaster, second to Mr. Hoffson, though he knew all the scouts liked him better.

He looked over and saw the adults had congregated around their own set up–a much nicer one, he’d always noticed, and were busy cooking their own meal, or rather, Eric was cooking–he was the best at it, and enjoyed it the most. Barry lumbered over, poured himself a big mug of coffee, and tried to sit at the picnic bench, but he couldn’t bend his legs under the table. He ended up turning around and sitting backwards on the bench instead, though his knees still came uncomfortably high, the wood groaning loudly under his weight. He had no idea how heavy he might be–even at his new height and build he had a substantial apron of fat hanging off of him. If he had to guess, he was probably somewhere around 600 pounds.

“Need some cream in there?” Eric asked, taking a break from cooking to come around in front of him, his uniform shirt hiked up over his lower set of tits. Barry grunted, but put his cup under a nipple, letting Alex shoot a bit of his milk into his coffee. He swirled it a bit and gave it a sip–immediately his cock was hard, his skin felt flushed. Fuck, if that’s what a real man’s milk could do, no wonder Eric was careful about not letting just anyone drink straight from the tap. He could almost feel Mr. Hoffson’s scowl (or rather Kyle Hoffson–he had always just been Kyle to Barry now) drilling into the back of his neck. It was much, much easier to shrug off the disapproval, now that he knew how much bigger he was than him, and Kyle knew it too. Barry looked over his shoulder and met his now fellow leader’s gaze for a moment, until Kyle looked away, cheeks reddening slightly, and he could…smell something, coming off him. Something else that was making him a bit horny all of a sudden, though not as much as Eric’s cream, of course. He took another sip, enjoying the jolt now that he could anticipate it, and looked over at the patrols getting ready for the rest of the day, the amulet heavy around his neck. Was he…happy about this? What about his own dad and mom? What about his old life? He didn’t know how to be an adult–hell, he barely knew how to be a teenager. It did feel good though, and looking at his boy over there…fuck, he was handsome. Best thing in his whole damn life. He didn’t want to go back–then what would Christian do without him? The amulet seemed to be pretty good at sorting things out, so he’d just have to wait and see.

The patrols finished their breakfast, and while they were cleaning up, Barry felt the need rising up in him again, pulled his boy into their tent and gave him another deep fuck. Everyone knew what they were doing, but for whatever reason it didn’t faze them in the slightest–the only person who seemed to recognize anything strange about the whole thing was Kyle, but even he couldn’t put his finger on what, exactly, was the matter. Barry could sense his resistance, but he wasn’t too concerned about it. Still, something was gonna have to be done about him–just like Barry had always planned, but had a feeling it wouldn’t be as easy as he’d thought. The amulet…it didn’t give him a good feeling–when he was near him, it turned cold. Still, Kyle wouldn’t be a problem for too long, he figured, and Barry unloaded another massive load into his son’s hungry hole with a growl heard throughout the campsite. A growl which made more than a few scouts unexpectedly horny, even though few were willing to admit it to themselves. There was one scout who had remained focused on the tent the entire time, however–Max, Kyle’s buff son, had been staring and licking his lips, trying to understand the raging hardon he had and the…the musky smell in the air. He…he needed something, he needed it bad. He caught his dad staring at him staring at the tent, and he looked away, embarrassed, but he had the strangest feeling in his gut, that something was going to happen. It might be good or bad, but either way, he wanted it, and he wanted it bad–whatever it was.

Dream Camp (Part 4)

For a long while, nothing. Barry is there, and yet he isn’t, because you can’t be nowhere. He can sense this nowhere is his space, that nothing will happen tonight, that he will just sleep, but something is coming. He can feel it, drawing closer, the sensation of two universes colliding, and then they do. He is now somewhere, but he doesn’t know where. It feel alien. He feels like an intruder. This isn’t his, he knows that, but doesn’t know what it means.

A voice, someone crying. He looks up, and Christian comes through a doorway, eyes red.

“Have you seen my daddy?”

Something is wrong. He shouldn’t be here. Barry can’t move, but his lips are moving, he is speaking.

“I don’t know where he went.”

Christian is close now, no longer crying.

“That’s ok, you’re here. You can be my daddy now.”

Barry tries to tell him that he can’t, but he can’t respond. He can, however, feel himself changing. Growing taller, growing older. He is naked suddenly. He sees his gut sprouting hair, first brown, like his, then changing black, matching Christian’s hair, then sprinkled with white. He feels so strong, but also so out of proportion.

“You’ll be the biggest daddy, the manliest daddy. You’ll never leave me.”

More hair is filling in, so thick down the center of his gut that he can’t see the skin, tingling all over his back and down to his ass. His cock is growing, now close to a foot long, his balls heavy and churning with cum. He’s growing taller as well, the room growing with him, but Christian is small. Small, so small, he needs to be taken care of, his son, he needs to care for his son.

“You love me daddy. You love me so much, more than anyone else, ever.”

Care for him. Love him. Make love to him. Kiss him. Kiss his son, taste him, make him feel safe, make him feel good. He loses track of what happens, but his boy is with him, and his boy is safe. He loves him, he loves him so much, he’ll love him forever…

Barry wasn’t sure what time it was–from inside the tent, it looked like morning twilight, but Barry couldn’t hear anyone outside, which meant, thankfully, that it wasn’t quite time to get up yet, and he rolled over, finding his son in the sleeping bag next to him, and pulled him close. He knew that it was wrong, that whatever had happened in their dreams, that he needed to try and fight this, but why would he? he loved Christian, he loved him more than anything…but he felt…small, though his son didn’t stay that way for long. As Barry embraced him, he felt his son start expanding–becoming taller, thicker, hairier. Still not as big or hairy as his dad, but he had most of puberty left to get through, after all. Slowly, gently, he pressed the head of his huge cock to his boy’s pucker, slipping it inside, his son accustomed to taking his dad’s massive girth–hell, Christian was the only man Barry had ever fucked to the hilt, who’d had enough practice to take all fourteen inches of his cock, but that was only because the two of them fucked day and night. Neither of them could help it–their heavy, brimming balls demanded it.

Barry reached around, stroking his son’s eight inch cock, feeling him stir as his dad penetrated him, groaning and grunting, pushing back, eager to feel his dad stuff him full, and Barry leaned in, next to his son’s ear, gave him a deep growl, and said “Good morning, son–I love you,” in a voice much, much deeper than he’d ever imagined coming from his throat.

“Oh…daddy…” Christian moaned, but he only really could focus on his father’s cock in his hole, how much he needed it, how happy he was to finally have a daddy who would never leave him–who would love him forever, no matter what.

Dream Camp (Part 2)

After the pack check and more ribbing from some of the older scouts about his size, the troop split themselves up into small groups paired with the adult leaders, so they could all carpool to the campground. The older boys all climbed into Mr. Hoffson’s SUV. Barry ended up in a car with two other scouts–Alex Mendel and Christian Brooke–driven by Alex’s father, Eric Mendel. The three of them were all in the same patrol, but while Barry was good friends with Christian, Alex was rather cool towards him. Then again, Alex and his dad were cool towards everyone. The Mendel’s were one of the wealthier families in the troop–Eric worked at a tech start-up that was raking in capital, but he loved the outdoors as only a tech guy could, always buying the latest and fanciest gear for him and his son, and even financed new equipment for the rest of the troop as well. Alex thought the money made his farts not stink, but at least he wasn’t cruel. Christian was overweight himself, and his parents weren’t very involved in scouts. Well, his parents weren’t involved in much–they spent most of their energy tussling in divorce court. Christian liked camping because it was at least a few days away from his parents without having to stress about money, custody, or anything else a teenager shouldn’t have to deal with.

Alex was in the passenger seat, leaving Christian and Barry in the back. It was clear from the dour look on Christian’s face that it had been a bad week with his mom or dad, and didn’t feel like talking. The Mendels were engaged in their own conversation, and Barry realized he’d left his snacks in his pack, and so he was left to stare out the window at the passing scenery, one hand gripping the amulet around his neck…and he realized it felt…warm. Warmer than it should be, from just being close to him. Even though he knew that should concern him, for some reason it just felt…comforting. The amulet had felt warm like that before, on those nights before he’d had those dreams, but that had been in the evening, but right now it was the middle of the morning. Part of him unburied the worries that he’d been having all week about the necklace–mostly the fact that he really had no idea how the thing worked. He knew that it made his dreams come true…loosely. The dreams had, so far, always involved him and the people around him nearby. He’d been pleased with the results, but it wasn’t like the dreams were things he’d…planned. Like the night before last, when out of nowhere he’d dreamed his mom had a cock and was fucking his dad, and woken up to discover she’d become a…well, a hermaphrodite. Not…Not that there was anything wrong with that, he told himself. Hell, his dad loved it, but…it had been unexpected.

He gripped his necklace tighter in his hand, feeling the warmth permeate his fist and spread into his body, making his eyes droop. Was he still sleepy from the morning, or…was the amulet making him tired? At least he wasn’t thinking as much about how hungry he was. Mid-morning naps had never really been his thing, but he was definitely tired. It was about a two and a half hour drive to the campground, so he had plenty of time for a little rest, right? He should stop worrying so much. Everything…everything was going to be…just fine…

A rumble in his guts. He was…somewhere. Indoors. Featureless, dark walls. Not much light. Doorways, but no doors. No hallways between rooms. He’s looking…looking for food, but he also knows the place is empty. Barren. He sees someone leave a room as he enters it, he chases them. Gets a better glimpse–Alex Mendel, but he’s different. Fatter. A gut, but a huge chest, full moobs jiggling. Naked, naked and running, and he…he has food, somehow Barry knows. Smell, he can smell it. Chasing him, but can’t quite keep up, he won’t slow down. Barry gives up, exhausted, so hungry now, but he can still smell the food. Looks up and there, there is Mr. Mendel. Taller, obese–with tits. Two pairs, hanging down, swollen nipples, something running down…down his fat front, something sweet smelling, he’s gesturing him closer. Barry is salivating, latches onto a nipple and starts sucking, pulling out the sweet delicious milk, something tasting between cream and cum, eyes rolling back in pleasure, Mr. Mendel stroking his head, telling him to drink as much as he’d like. Other’s now, more coming, latching onto the tits, fighting for position, he feels buried, full, eager, hungry–

Barry woke with a start, flailing for space in the car, before realizing where he was, and where he’d fallen asleep, his heart racing. What in the hell was that? These dreams had only been getting stranger, but that one lingered with him, especially that smell. Sickly sweet and yet musky–it had him drooling. He looked up, and saw Alex leaning across the middle of the front seat, his mouth wrapped around one of his father’s nipples, sucking, milk leaking out the corner of his mouth, Barry’s jaw dropped. Ripped from his dream, Eric Mendel was easily five hundred pounds, nearly all of it concentrated in his chest of four, leaking tits. Barry could smell it, and he…he wanted it. Drool leaking out of his mouth, but his throat was too dry to speak. He saw Alex glance back at him, sensing his desire, and he pulled away from his father’s nipple.

“Somebody woke up hungry,” Alex said, and pulled his own shirt off, revealing a fat body. Like his father, Alex saw four nipples, but only two breasts had filled in. Still, Barry unbuckled his seatbelt and lunged forward, wrapping his lips around Alex’s nipple. His milk was sweeter, not nearly as musky as his father’s, but Barry had no interest in objecting, his cock swelling, his hands helplessly reaching into his uniform pants to stroke his big cock off, pleasure overwhelming him, the amulet still hot against his skin.

How about you, Christian?” Alex said, one hand under his other breast, “Want some, big boy?”

Barry glanced to the side as best he could and saw Christian now drooling as well, his eyes filled with confusion but his mouth already pulling him closer, and he took Alex’s other nipple, both of them sucking, Alex groaning and moaning with pleasure, his father egging him on, Christian and Barry helplessly jacking off as they fed. A more interesting camping trip indeed, Barry thought as he spasmed, blowing a massive wad of cum across the center console, and wondering what in the hell he’d gotten himself into.

Dream Camp (Part 1)

It was the camping trips that were the worst. Barry could handle the rest of the whole scouting thing–hell, some of it was even kind of fun, like learning about plants and animals, and survival skills–but it was the camping that he hated. Not the act of camping itself, of course, but it was…well, why beat around the bush? He was fat. Seventeen years old and over three hundred and fifty pounds didn’t exactly fit the usual model for a scout, and pretty much everyone in his troop was happy to remind him of that. He got pranked almost every camping trip somehow–the worst was a few months ago, when some of his fellow campers decided to rub poison ivy on his face while he slept. It didn’t help that the scoutmaster, Mr. Hoffson, turned a blind eye to the bullying, mostly because his son, Max, was the ringleader and Barry’s principal torturer. Hell, he’d tried to tell his parents that he wanted to quit, but both of them were adamant that he stick to it. As his dad often said, “If he was tired of getting bullied, then he should just lose some weight,” like it was that simple. To be honest, Barry liked being fat–hell, he more than liked being fat, he wanted to be fatter, and he found fat guys hot as hell, not that he could tell anyone that, of course. This weekend’s camping trip though, this weekend would be very, very different–thanks to the amulet he’d bought from that old woman at that flea market last weekend–hell, things had already changed for the better.

His dad pulled the car into the parking lot of the school, most of the other scouts were already assembled with their packs out, getting ready for their pack inspection. Barry opened the door and hopped out and went around the back of the car, opening the back and getting out his backpack, while his father opened the driver side door and started the process of hefting is now six hundred pound bulk out from behind the wheel, where he’d lodged it. Now, his dad had only been this massive behemoth for about a week now, but no one gave him a second look. As far as everyone else was concerned, including his dad, he’d always been that fat. He lumbered back around to where Barry was, waiting, pack on the pavement, huffing a bit. “Alright son, have a good weekend, I’ll miss you.”

“Heh, don’t worry dad, you have plenty of dildos for that hungry ass of yours to work on, and mom’s always happy to fuck you too.”

“Yeah, I know, but I’ll always prefer my big boy’s huge cock in my hole,” he said, and groped Barry’s crotch, feeling the thick, eleven inch cock Barry recently acquired. “Make sure you get enough to eat now–I don’t want you losing any weight, alright?”

“Don’t worry dad, I’ll be fine.”

“And don’t let those other boys give you a hard time either, they’re just bullies with tiny cocks.”

“Heh, I think I’ll be fine this weekend dad, I’m not too worried.”

“Alright,” his dad said, smiling over his three chins, “I’d better get back home–mom’ll be angry if I miss breakfast.”

“Yeah, go eat–wish I could join you!” Barry said, gave his huge dad a big hug and watched him get back into the minivan, still amazed at what the amulet had done, and he gripped it with his hand. The amulet of his dreams–literally. He’d fallen asleep, and dreamed he was getting fatter–and when he woke up, he had been. That’s all it was, the first few nights, him packing on the pounds, but then he dreamed that his muscular dad was a gainer too. The next, that his dad was a total bottom for his son’s huge cock. It didn’t seem to work every single night, but often enough that he had a good feeling about this trip; he hefted his pack up onto one shoulder and joined the rest of the troop.

It was late fall, and the weather had turned sour and rainy over the last few weeks. It looked like a decent chunk of the troop had decided to bow out for the weekend–there were only about twelve people gathered in the parking lot–three adults leaders and eleven scouts, including Barry. The scoutmaster Mr. Hoffson and his son Max were there of course–they always were. Max was a few years older than he was, and his main bully in the troop, along with a few other older kids who followed him around like a puppy. Usually this would have been the worst trip imaginable–leaving Friday and coming home Sunday morning–three days and two nights–but that length of time suddenly had Barry excited. One or two good dreams–and who knew what might happen.

“Yo, lardass, are you coming or not?” Max shouted at him, “This could have actually been a good weekend if you hadn’t shown up. Sure you don’t want to go home and stuff yourself with your lardass dad?”

He really would rather be at home, fucking his fat dad while his mom stuffed their faces, but he had business to attend to first. “Nah, let’s get going–I have a feeling this is going to be a great weekend.”

Grandpa’s Lil’ Boys (Part 1)

“Look, you just…you need to leave, alright? You need to leave, and just don’t come back,” Nate hissed through the screen door of the double wide at his friend Blake outside. His neck was craned from the side, in an obvious effort to keep Blake from seeing his body–but from what he could see, Nate didn’t seem to have on a shirt.

“Dude, seriously? Is this because of what happened yesterday? Look, I…I ain’t gonna tell anyone man, it’s…it’s cool.”

“It’s not fucking cool–look, you gotta go, before…” Nate looked over his shoulder, “…before he wakes up. Just go, alright? I’ll…I can’t explain, ok? Just leave.” He shut the door in Blake’s face–firmly, but also quietly.

What had happened the day before, which neither of them wanted to talk about, was a bit of roughhousing while they had been cutting through one of Mr. Hawthorne’s tilled fields, muddy from the rain. Nate had started it, shoving Blake into the mud, but when Blake had tried to grab him and drag him in too, he’d only succeeded in yanking down Nate’s jeans–revealing underneath what could only be a heavily padded diaper. Nate had frozen, completely red in the face, and yanked up his baggy jeans before hightailing it away as fast as he could. Blake had tried to keep up, but the mud slowed him enough that Nate had too much of a lead to be caught, so he’d come by Nate’s house, where he lived with his grandfather, to try and smooth things over–but it looked like all he’d done was inflame things further.

Still, he wasn’t going to give up. He didn’t care if Nate had some…problems or whatever. They were still friends. He pulled open the screen and started knocking at the door, louder this time. Nate told him to go away through the door; Blake knocked harder, until he heard a low grumbling and the door swung open, revealing Nate’s grandfather. He was in his early sixties, most likely, and looked like he’d just woken up from a nap, from the boxers and wifebeater he had stretched over his fat body. The oddest thing, however, was a gaudy necklace the older man had around his fat neck, draped down on his chest. “Who the hell are you?”

Now Blake had never met Nate’s grandfather, and Nate had never told him much about him. He’d only learned where Nate lived because they took the same road home from school, and Nate’s trailer park came before Blake’s. “My name’s…Blake. I’m one of Nate’s friends.”

Nate’s Grandfather looked at Nate behind him, who was doing everything he could to avoid his gaze. “This the frienda yer’s ya told me ‘bout?”

Nate nodded.

“Get in here,” he said to Blake, and stepped away from the door. Blake tentatively stepped up into the house, where he found the reason Nate had been hiding his body–all he had on was a diaper and some strange object on a chain around his neck…and from the smell of the place, he seemed to have already used it. “Follow me,” he said, and Blake did, only realizing after a few moments that he wasn’t following him because he wanted to…but because he couldn’t quite stop himself, for some reason.

He looked to Nate, but Nate just whispered under his breath, “I told you to leave…I’m sorry…”

“Quiet boy–suck on your damn binky and entertain yourself–I don’t want to hear a peep from you until I need your mouth.”

The object around Nate’s neck appeared, now that Blake was closer, to be a small butt plug. Obediently, his friend took it and put it in his mouth, where he started sucking on it, face bright red. Then, after a few moments, it was like the life in his eyes receded; they grew glassy and Nate began to wobble, before toppling over onto his diapered ass. Much to Blake’s horror, he watched as his friend rubbed the front of his diaper, almost like he was planning on masturbating into it, but before he could watch further, Grandpa’s large hand wrapped its way around his wrist, and pulled him into the kitchen.

“Let me go!” he said, and tried to yank himself away, but a strange glow deep in the necklace’s large gem caught his eye, and he felt like he was being sucked into it, and he could hear…hear something, or maybe just feel it. Something like… “No control. No control. Weak. No control. Can’t stop it. Can’t control it,” a mantra repeating in his mind until the necklace dimmed. He tried to yank his hand away again, but even though he was big for his eighteen years, even though he was on the football team, he suddenly felt very very small beside this big man, and as hard as he yanked, there was nothing he could do to break the old man’s grip. The terror set in. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t stop it, he couldn’t…couldn’t control it…and he felt his crotch suddenly become warm as his bladder released, soaking his jeans, running down one leg and into his shoe and onto the tile floor. He looked up at the old man, and he was leering down at him, licking his lips, like he was on the verge of laughing.

“I thought I would be satisfied with one little diaper boy, but why stop there? And Lil’ Natey brought such a big friend along too–you’re gonna be such good brothers,” Grandpa said, his hands running over Blake’s shaking body. He wanted to do something, anything, but he was frozen in place, unable to even slow the flow of piss from his bladder until it had fully emptied itself onto the floor. “Don’t worry, you’ll be happy here with Grandpa, I’ll make sure of it.” The necklace began to glow again, even brighter this time, and Blake felt the light wash over him, pulling him into his new Grandpa’s sick, twisted fantasy.

My Boys – Part 6

It was at least an hour later when the door to the motel room finally clicked open, and Bruce stepped into the room. His boys were still fucking, just as he’d hoped they would be–such good boys. The fur coating Nick’s entire body was matted to his skin and soaked with sweat–he hadn’t once removed his cock from his brother’s hole, and it had grown looser and looser, his cum spilling back out and onto the bed beneath them. Sean was doing his best to play with his own cock as his big brother fucked him–it had taken a while, but he’d eventually found a good grip that let him hold on tight past his huge gut. He too, had shot multiple loads. However, as soon as the door opened and their father stepped inside, the commands he’d given them ended, and Nick immediately hauled his cock out of his brother’s ass and stepped back, unable to believe what he’d been doing.

“Glad to see you two found someway to entertain yourselves,” Bruce stepped inside, and a man came in after him–the boys immediately recognized his as their uncle, but he looked quite a bit different from the fat cook he’d been before. For one, he was smoking, but instead of a pipe luike their daddy, he had a short, stubby cigar clamped in his jaw, chuffing smoke. He’d certainly grown back to his previous size, after Sean had drained him of cum, but the weight he’d gained back had been more equal between fat and muscle–he was still soft, but underneath it was obvious he was strong and hard, a real bull of a man. He’d sprouted quite a bit of hair as well, not nearly as much as Nick had, but he was quite furry, with a massive bulge in his jeans straining at the fabric.

“What…what the fuck did you do? This is fucking insane,” Nick said, “Change…change us back, and give us our dad back, you fucking–”

The cook stepped between Bruce and Nick, and gave the boy a hard smack across the face, which sent him reeling into the dresser–strong was an understatement, Nick realized, and he felt a bit of fear well up in him. “You know better ‘n tah talk to yer elders like that boy. Now apologize.”

“S-Sorry…daddy…” Nick said.

“It’s alright you two–I don’t mind boys with a bit of fight in them. It keeps things interesting, and I know you’re jonesin’. Still, you might find that your uncle is less forgiving than me, and much less willing to entertain any antics. He’s rather serious, you know–I’d be careful,” Bruce winked, and then sniffed the air, “Fuck boy, you stink. Just as good as I fuckin’ remember. Git over here Jared, smell this boy’s nasty pits.”

Before Nick could stop him, the cook–Jared, apparently–hauled up one of Nick’s arms, shoved his face in his pit, and took a deep snort, “Fuck, he’s fuckin’ rank.”

Nick hadn’t noticed, but now that his dad had pointed it out, he could smell himself, and part of him wanted to retch, and go take a shower. He started for the bathroom, but Jared grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him back, throwing him onto the other bed, while Sean struggled with his fat form to simply sit up.

“Now boys,” Bruce said, “I’m gonna have to spend a few days away–Daddy’s got some very important business to attend to, so we can have a good future together, as a family. So while I’m gone, ya’ll are just gonna be good boys, and wait here at the motel for me. Jared’s gonna be lookin’ after both a ya, so you’re gonna have tah do everything he says, you got it? You’ll do it, and you’ll like it, whether you want to or not.”

He paused a moment, looking from one boy to the other, and then picked up a plastic bag he’d brought in with him, and pulled out, first, several cans of chewing tobacco. Nick barely understood what happened next, as he took the cans from his hands, opened one, and stuffed as much of the leaf in his mouth as he could, until he had two bulging wads pushing out his cheeks on each side, and he sighed, the headache and anger he’d felt ebbing away, replaced by a calm alertness. “Fuck daddy, I fuckin’ needed that…” Nick said.

“Language, boy,” Jared said, but only glared at Nick, instead of delivering another snap.

“I know ya did–and ya’ll be needing plenty more,” Bruce said, and handed the rest of the bag to him–it was filled with tins of tobacco, and Nick resisted the urge to put even more in his mouth.

Jared had a bag of his own, which he brought over to Sean, “You boy, since ya take after me, yer daddy thought ya should smoke cigars like me, how’s that sound?”

“But I…I don’t want to smoke…” Sean said.

“Now boy, everyone in our family needs tobacco, you know that. Don’t worry, Uncle Jared is looking forward to training you–you’ll enjoy yourself soon enough. You won’t even be able to imagine having something other than a cigar in your mouth all day, every day, before too long.”

Sean opened his mouth to protest again, but Jared locked lips with him, and shoved a lungful of cigar smoke into his lungs. Nick watched them share it for a minute, his fat brother’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, and when Jared pulled away, Sean didn’t object when his uncle placed the cigar he’d had right in his boy’s teeth, and told him to “smoke up like a good boy.”

“Alright, remember, ya’ll do everything your uncle says, and most important, you wait for me. You don’t fight him, you don’t try and kill him, you be good boys, like you’d be for me, and everything will be find in a few days. I expect you two to behave. Do you two understand?”

“Yes Daddy,” they both said, and then Bruce smiled, and slipped from the room, started the car and drove off down the road with the screech of tires.

“Guess that means you’re mine boys,” Jared said, “I think we’re gonna have a grand time, don’t you?”

My Boys – Part 5

Light was streaming in through the slanted shades; the only reason Nick woke up was because the room had become uncomfortably hot in the morning sun. He’d fallen asleep on top of the covers, and he simply laid there for a few minutes, too exhausted to consider moving, trying to process everything that had happened to him the night before, and simply failing to do so. It felt like all of that had just happened to…someone else. His pants were off but his shirt was still on, though it felt incredibly tight on him, making it a bit difficult to breathe. He sat up, muscle aching, and tried to peel it off, but the fabric simply ripped apart as he tried, and he ended up shredding it as he pulled, looking down at himself, as this body he was inside, and he couldn’t…this couldn’t…

The hair. The fuckin’ hair. He ripped the bits of shirt away and looked down at himself. The hair was everywhere, all over him, coating him so thickly that he couldn’t even see the skin. But more than that…it wasn’t…his hair. He hadn’t exactly been hairless to begin with, he’d had a decent coating of brown hair, but this new hair, it was multicolored. Not in patches, but different colors intermixed all over, in every color, although a few seemed to be dominant–browns, a huge amount of bright red over his chest and belly, and a dingy white climbing up his shoulders and down his entire back.

He looked around the room. Sean was still in his bed, snoring louder than Nick had ever heard before. He had never managed to get undressed yesterday, and like his brother, he had simply ripped his way out of them, aside from his shirt, which was riding up on top of his belly, cupping two massive moobs like a bra. He had somehow ended up even fatter than their uncle–no, not really their uncle, that cook, just a cook!–had been before…everything that happened last night, and looking at him now, Nick could feel his cock twitching and growing, pushing it’s way out from his tangled multicolored bush to a full nine inches without even thinking much of it. Sean was rolled away from him, and he could just…just picture himself spreading that fat ass and sliding his cock right in his brother’s soft, fat hole…

He stood up from the bed, and suffered a sudden vertigo–he was at least a foot taller than he’d been before, less than a foot away from the seven foot ceilings of the motel. That was enough to snap him from his fantasy, and he tromped to the bathroom, locking himself inside before he could act on…on any of what he couldn’t stop thinking about, right now. The small bathroom was claustrophobic, and he had this buzzing in his head, and he could use a damn beer too, a beer would…would help. He turned on the sink and splashed his face with some water, but almost none of it touched his skin–his face was covered with a huge, thick beard just like the rest of him. He looked at himself, and unlike his body hair, his beard was at least a solid color–a deep red, darker than the red on his chest–and his head hair was the usual light brown…but something was wrong. He stared at himself for a minute, and he swore that he could…see his hair growing right before his eyes. Granted, his beard was massive, reaching down past his chest and curving over his taut, hard gut, but the more he watched, the more certain he was that his hair…it was growing right in front of him.

This was insane. He was going insane. He had to get out of here, he had to get help. Daddy wasn’t here, maybe he could slip out before he got back–

There was something like a psychic slap that hit him then, when he thought about leaving the room. Daddy told him not to leave. Daddy said to wait until he got back. Daddy said…said that if he was bored, then he could…he could…

Fuck…

He stepped out of the bathroom, fighting his own body, but he walked to where his massive brother was sleeping, spit a wad of saliva into his massive, paw like hand, and started lubing up his hard shaft. Spitting…that…that had felt good…He did it a few more times, getting his massive cock good and wet, but like Daddy always said, you gotta eat a man out first. It’s only polite. He got down on his knees, but still had to stoop slightly in order to get his face into his brother’s wide ass crack, probing with his tongue, scraping the sensitive skin with his beard and mustache, listening to his brother’s snores turn into moans as he slowly woke up to the attention on his ass.

“What…what happened…” Sean muttered, and then belched.

“Don’t…don’t worry bro,” Nick said, his voice much deeper, with a natural growl and drawl like their Daddy had, “Big bro’s here tah take care a ya.”

Sean screamed, but all Nick could think about was fucking, as he forced his big cock deep into his brother’s hole, running his huge hands over his brother’s soft body, kneading and groping him, ripping away his tight shirt so he could squeeze his tits and play with his meaty nipples, and before too long, Sean was sighing and panting along with him, the two brother’s rutting happily. Nick shot one load, but he kept on going–reaching down with one hand, digging around in Sean’s gunt until he found his brother’s cock and stroked him as well.

“Bro…” Sean moaned, “Bro, we gotta…we gotta stop…stop this, gotta get help.”

Nick drilled in deeper. His brother didn’t know what he was talking about. “Daddy told us tah fuck, so we gonna fuck. ‘Sides, I like how your fat ass feels ‘round my big cock, don’t you?”

Sean nodded. It did…feel good, and when his huge brother leaned over they kissed eagerly, though Sean, for some reason, thought that his brother’s mouth was…missing something. Something that was usually there, a flavor, but it…wasn’t, for some reason. Not that it really mattered. Now that he was awake, he realized how silly he’d been. Daddy had told them to fuck in the morning after all, and he did want Daddy to be happy, and he shot his wad into Nick’s hand, who licked it off, much of it ending up caught in his long mustache and beard.

“Ya don’t mind if I keep goin’, right bro?” Nick asked, “I’m still horny, and still bored.”

“Fuck my fat ass all morning, you know I ain’t got nothin’ better to do,” Sean said, and they kissed, Nick feeding his brother the cum off his beard, and shooting his second load of the morning deep inside his brother’s ass, and kept going strong.

My Boys (Part 4)

“Alright boy, this is still gonna hurt like fuck, since it’s your first and all,” Bruce said, and circled around Nick to his face, “I am your first, right? If this ain’t the first cock that’s been in that sweet hole, you’re still fuckin’ tight. I wouldn’t be angry boy, just surprised.”

“Of course it’s my first time!” Nick said, “Please, Dad–you have to snap out of it. I don’t know what happened, but you have to stop this, you–”

Bruce leaned down, locked lips with his son, and exhaled another full lung of smoke into him, which they shared for close to a minute, when he finally pulled away, a wisp of smoke connecting their lips. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Nick said, “No…daddy, I’m sorry, please…please don’t stop, I’m sorry.”

“That’s better. Now get this cock of mine lubed up, boy,” he said, and dropped his jeans. It was the first time he’d seen his father naked in years, and nothing looked right, especially not his cock and balls. His dick was huge, for one thing– much larger than Nick could recall, and his father’s sack–he’d never imagined someone’s balls could get that large. Each of them looked to be the size of a grapefruit, the sack dragging heavy to the middle of his father’s thighs. Nick just gaped, making it easy for his father to slide his cock into Nick’s mouth, his balls swinging heavy below Nick’s chin. “Yeah, fuck–been savin’ so much cum up lately, just haven’t seen much of anythin’ to spend it on, but the two of you, I just couldn’t fuckin’ resist. Besides, I haven’t had a family in a while, and I’m tired of travelling. But the two of you, I could see myself settling down for a bit, with two handsome boys like you keeping me company. Well, you’ll be handsome soon enough. Your brother’s doin’ good over there–” he paused, looking over his shoulder at Sean, his gut bulging out into a proper apron, “Didn’t think he’d really drink it all, but he’s a fuckin’ natural.”

He pulled his cock free. “I don’t…what did you do to him?”

“He drank all your uncle’s cum! That’s where he kept all his fuckin’ juju ‘n shit. That’s where we all keep it. Your uncle’s a fat, greedy fuck, ‘n your brother there’s gonna be just like him when he’s all done. You though–fuck, I got so many good men in this here sack that I been savin’ for someone just like you, you’re gonna be one hell of a fuckin’ man, son, you’re gonna be a fuckin’ hot piece of boymeat!”

Bruce climbed onto the bed behind him, lined up his spit-lubed cock with his son’s loose hole, and slid the head in, “Fuckin’ hot piece of meat, fuck. Yeah, who to fuckin’ start with…Fuck. Of course,” he slipped the cock in deeper–even though his hole put up no resistance, it still hurt, and Nick gripped the bedspread. “I saw this guy–a biker. Fucking massive, six and a half feet, wide shoulders, fuckin’ built. Huge cock too, man, what a fuckin’ looker, like a fuckin’ wall of meat, gotta give that to you, yeah…”

Nick had no real understanding of what his dad was talking about–where in the hell would his dad have ever even met a biker like that? He’d always been a bit of a homebody–the only friends he had were those he met from work, or while golfing. However, he was becoming increasingly certain that this creepy fucker wasn’t his dad–or wasn’t the dad he’d had earlier that day. This just made no sense…and yet here he was, getting fucked by his father, his younger brother growing fatter off their uncle’s sperm…fuck…Sean was looking…kind of hot, now that he looked at him more.

“…Yeah, he wasn’t happy about having his balls drained, but fuck him, right? Gonna look so much better on you. I know who fuckin’ else too, this nasty fuck, met him in a bar one night–drank like he needed beer to live, chewed tobacco, always had black spit runnin’ into his beard. Pits reeked, the nastiest fuckin’ farts, this big, heavy gut. Cum was fuckin’ rank, but I had to take it, I fuckin’ had to have it, you know? You fuckin’ know how it is…”

Now that Nick had managed to relax somewhat, meeting his father’s thrusts with his own backwards motion, he could feel something, his father’s cock pumping cum into his hole, his lower belly beginning to bloat a bit uncomfortably. He reached down underneath himself, feeling the taut skin there–was his dad cumming in him already? How much fucking cum did he have in him? He looked under himself, and could see his father’s heavy balls swinging to and fro, smacking into his taint with each thrust. They were actively pumping–he could see it, and they were growing smaller–not significantly, but they were.

“…Gettin’ close, gotta have a big finale for a boy like you, yeah…fuck, I know just fuckin’ what too, yeah, you’re gonna fuckin’–fuck! Here it comes boy, here it fuckin’ comes!”

The pulsating sensation grew stronger, his father slamming in deep and holding his cock there, and the swelling grew even more substantial, giving him an odd bulging gut as the cum filled up his colon. When his father’s cock stopped pounding, he tried to remove himself, but Bruce grabbed his hips, and pulled him back, all the way down to the hilt.

“Sorry son, but I ain’t got a plug for ya, ‘n we gotta make sure you absorb all of that good, don’t we? Besides, don’t you like the feeling of your dad’s big cock deep in that ass of yours?

Nick didn’t answer–he just felt…strange. His skin was hot…and kind of itchy, but he did like the feeling of his dad’s cock in his ass, now that he was more used to it. His father held him tight, and kept talking, but Nick wasn’t really listening–well, a part of him was, but he was exhausted. He was asleep on the bed, snoring loudly, when Bruce finally pulled his cock free of his boy’s ass–and only a few dribbles of cum spilled out after him. He looked over and saw that Sean too, had fallen asleep, and Bruce smiled around his pipe. “Gonna be such good boys,” he said to himself, and then slipped from the motel room into the early morning, and headed for the diner to talk to his brother for a bit.

My Boys (Part 3)

Both boys kept sucking for several minutes, until first the fat cook shot his load, and Sean gulped it down, still unable to believe what his body was doing. He just felt…trapped inside, unable to stop himself, even as the smoke grew thicker around them…and there was so much of it. The cook’s fat gut kept spasming against Sean’s face, and it seemed like he was emptying the entire contents of his balls right into Sean’s belly.

“Yeah, that’s right boy, you’re fuckin’ thirsty, ain’t ya?” Bruce said. The gripped the table, his fat frame shaking…and shrinking, growing smaller and slimmer as Sean sucked him drier and drier, until his now much thinner, almost wasted arms fell slack at his side. Bruce had to reach over and forcibly separate Sean from the cook’s cock, feeling the cum settle uneasily in his gut, which rumbled, and he let forth a loud belch, which got a laugh from his father across the table. The cook, however, just stood there–eyes glassy, body limp, mouth slack and drooling.

He had been quite obese–probably close to 400 pounds, and quite tall. His body was mostly hairless and smooth, and his hairline was receding back over his crown, the messy curls only accenting it, but now his body was slender and pale, his breath shallow Sean looked down, and his eyes went wide–underneath the cooks short, thick cock, where there should have been a couple of balls, there was…nothing. Had he really just drained all the cum from the guy’s body? Bruce pushed Nick off his cock and got up from the booth. “Sorry, my boy was thirstier than I thought! Let me go ahead and fill you back up, if you don’t mind helpin’ me out in return. Got a lot of work to do, and I’ll need someone to keep an eye on my boys while I do some work for the next few days, you see, but I’ll need someone a bit…closer, you know?” He took his own cock’s thick, overhanging foreskin and slipped it over the cook’s semi-hard cock, “and I certainly can’t just leave you all empty like, now can I, and you were so good lookin, as a big guy–luckily I got just the thing to perk you back up.”

He started pumping his cock with one hand, and both Sean and Nick watched the cooks balls start to reinflate, as their father’s shrunk, and as he did, the cook’s skin grew healthier, his eyes returning to life, and his slender frame began to pack on fat once again, though he wasn’t nearly the size as before–that said, but Sean saw that the growth continued, even after Bruce pulled away, his heavy sack swinging. Their father’s sack was simply massive–larger than either could imagine someone’s balls being, and they had only shrunk slightly by the time the cook’s balls were at least normal looking again. “There, you feel a bit better, bro?”

The cook shook his head side to side, looked at Bruce, and nodded. “Yeah…yeah bro, th-thanks…”

Before their eyes, Nick and Sean saw something strange happening to the cook’s body–small changes, a tweak of the nose, his eyes turning green, his hair lightening and growing a bit straighter, and together, they saw that this cook, who seconds ago Sean had simply emptied, had become someone much closer to them–their own fat uncle.

“What do I owe you, bro?”

“Ah shucks, you…you know family eats free ‘round here. ‘N I always appreciate a tip or two from my nephew,” He reached over and ruffled Sean’s hair, the young man replying with a loud belch.

“When do you get off tonight?”

“Five A.M., like usual.”

“Well you’re gonna come stay with us, right? We’ll just be right here at the motel.”

“S-Sure thing, bro…”

“Come on boys, let’s get a room. Give your uncle a kiss before we go, though,” Bruce said, Nick and Sean getting up from the booth, each of them giving their fat uncle a long, deep kiss, before leaving the diner together. They got a room at the motel, both Sean and Nick desperately trying to will themselves free from whatever strange form of control their father’s smoke had over them both, but Sean in particular found himself feeling strange. He never ate that much food, of course, but his gut refused to stop grumbling, and he kept belching loudly. When he managed to ask his father why he felt so odd, Bruce gave him an answer that didn’t make him feel much better at all:

“Well you can’t think that you’d drink that much cum and nothing would happen, right? Don’t worry, you’re just gonna be taking after your uncle, I think, but you’re always gonna be my boy.”

Still, he let Sean have one bed to himself–Bruce and Nick took the other. “Yeah boy, your brother might have gotten a bit of a head start, but don’t you worry none–I got all sorts of cum stored up in here–we’ll have you lookin’ better in a few days time too. But I want that ass boy–works better that way anyway–so get on up there, and try not to scream too loud either.”

Nick tried to say no, he tried to resist, but his father pulled down his jeans and underwear, and got him up on the bed on all fours, where he first groped his son’s ass, spread the cheeks, and started licking at his son’s ass, still sweaty from sitting in the hot car all day long. Nick’s stomach retched at the thought of it, at the sensation of his father’s wiry beard scraping against his ass, at the sensation of his tongue probing deep inside, trying to try his hole looser. He was crying, but his tears weren’t doing anything for him–he couldn’t move, all he could do was whimper, and watch his brother Sean groan and belch and writhe in the next bed, groping his gut, Nick watching it expand in his hands.

“Fuck you’re tight,” Bruce said, and stood back up, gonna need a little somethin’ else, I think…” He grabbed his pipe, which he had set aside and let go out, and started cleaning it and getting it ready for another round, “Go on boy, give yourself a little finger while your Pa gets his pipe together.”

Nick reached back and started probing his hole with a finger, unable to believe what he was doing. It hurt, and Bruce scolded him, telling him to get it wet first. Nick didn’t realize what he meant–his father had to tell him to lick his finger first, so it would slip in better. Nick gagged at the taste of his ass already on his finger, but did as he was told. When Bruce had the pipe ready, he leaned back over, took a deep breath of smoke, pressed his lips to his son’s hole, and pushed the smoke into him. Immediately, Nick sighed–nearly screamed, really, at the pleasure. His ring went slack, and when his father resumed his tonguing, he was pleased to find Nick offered no resistance at all. In fact, judging by his boys eager whimpers, he was rather enjoying the treatment all of the sudden. Yeah, his boy was good and ready, and he could already feel his big balls churning with excitement.