Warning: this story contains scat and incest. 

On his way home from work, on Halloween night, Robert found himself in a neighborhood he had never been in before. He had been spacing out, thinking about the new account he was managing, when he noticed that he had turned off the freeway at some point and was now driving through downtown, or more likely, through the warehouse district. Even stranger, even though he had noticed what was going on, he still couldn’t bring himself to turn around; it was like his body had decided to go somewhere, and his mind had no idea what it was doing. Before long, he parked his expensive Audi next to a meter, climbed out, and started walking towards a large crowd surrounding a bar he didn’t recognize. Soon, he saw in neon lights the words Pigtown, and remembered the invitation he had received in the mail not too long ago.
It had been an invite to a Halloween party, but after some research, Robert had discovered it was a seedy looking gay bar downtown, and had thrown it away. He had a wife and two kids; there was no way he was gay, he told himself everyday, as he oogled his young male secretary at work. Having been raised in a very conservative Catholic home, Robert had long sense suppressed his homosexuality, instead committing himself to an unhappy marriage, and a constant rage which he took out on his inferiors at work. He was not a happy person, though he tried to tell himself otherwise. However, the fact that he was being drawn to this place beyond his control terrified him more than anything. He thought he was going insane, that the desires he had buried so long were no going to explode out of him uncontrollably.
As he stepped into the parking lot however, the feeling stopped, and he was in control of his body once again. There was a large line waiting to get into the club, but Robert decided it would be best to just walk away before anyone saw him. Still, there was some part of him which told him he should go in there, but that was the voice of sin speaking, which he had blocked out for too long to succumb to now. Still, they made him hesitate for long enough that someone at the doorway saw him, and walked over. He was a large, muscular man with a full beard and short cropped hair. He was dressed all in black, the cloth catching and reflecting no light at all. “Why Mr. Barrett, I’m so happy to see that you got our invitation. Are you coming to the party?”
Robert wanted to say no more than anything, but the compulsion arose again, and pulled the invitation he swore he had thrown away from his pocket, “I sure am. I even have my invitation right here,” he said, and followed the man past the line, through the doorway, and into the club. Again, he asked himself what he was doing, but was powerless to stop himself from waiting while the man rustled through a pile of clothing, and pulled out some old, worn denim, socks, boots, and a hat, and handed them to Robert, who just stared at the stuff in his arms.
“What, you expect me to wear this?” he said, his personality reasserting itself.
“Think of it as a chance to try something new,” Rod said, and pointed him towards a dressing room, “Now go change.”
Robert tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t resist the direct order, and marched himself into the nearest dressing room. Still unable to control himself, he stripped out of his business wear, leaving them on the floor as they fell. Robert had thus far waged a rather unsuccessful fight with his family’s Italian genetics. In his middle age, he had filled out considerably, with a large gut and substantial ass. However, as he began investigating the pile of clothing before him, he saw that even at his size not even he would be able to fit into this stuff easily. Most of the pile was taken up by a pair of very large, and not very clean, overalls. Along with that was a sleeveless, gray T-shirt, though he couldn’t tell if it was the fabric itself was colored or if it was just from the grime which had apparently accumulated over the years. Regardless, both pieces smelled rank like they hadn’t been washed in ages, but he happily pulled the shirt over his head, and the overalls on next, securing both straps over his shoulders. Next came a pair of grimy socks and muddy work boots on his feet, and then the hat. He hadn’t noticed earlier, but the trucker hat had a wig attached, with long stringy hair falling down the back, and a set of thick sideburns coming down the side, which adhered to the side of his face with a bit of tape on the back. Under the hat, he found a set of those fake redneck teeth, full of black caps and crooked things, which he fit into his mouth as well. When everything was on, the door opened again, and Robert marched himself out into the throng of the party, leaving his business suit behind in the dressing room.
However, where he exited the room was not the same place where he came in. He immediately turned towards where the exit had been a moment before, but all that extended in that direction was a hallway full of revelers. Assuming that he had simply left out the wrong door, he turned around, but found that where there had been a door moments before, there was now a blank, empty wall. He would have gaped a bit longer, but suddenly he was pushed along by a crowd, and rather than fall on his face, he stumbled down the hall along with them, looking for any sign out of the devilish place.
He walked along hallway after hallway, often convinced that he was going in circles, but somehow he managed to never come out into the same room twice. Many of the rooms were decorated with different themes, though the costumes were just as varied as the locales. The crowd was also decidedly gay, which terrified Robert more than anything. More than once he had stumbled upon a group of men kissing, or worse, sucking each other off, and he had turned around and fled before, heaven forbid, they asked him to join.
Occasionally, in the hallways, he would pass by an ornate grandfather clock, ticking off the minutes towards midnight, however, it seemed like every time he passed one, the time was drastically different than he would have imagined. Several times it had actually gone backward, once more than an hour, but always they chimed with the same deep, resonant tone, and ticked with a restless urgency which pushed him onward through the bar, and into another room.
Robert, however, was quickly becoming exhausted, and knew he would have to stop somewhere to catch his breath. He found a somewhat empty room, modeled on a fifty’s diner, and took a seat at the bar.
“What can I get for ya?” The bartender asked as Robert sat down.
“Just a glass of water, if you’d be so kind,” Robert replied, and the bartender whipped off, leaving him to mop his forehead with the collar of his undershirt. The man returned a moment later and set down a shot glass filled with some filthy brown liquid, which Robert just stared at.
“What the hell is this? I asked for water, you stupid shit!” he shouted, but the man had disappeared, leaving Robert alone with his shot. He sighed, but without really thinking about it, took the glass and threw back the entire contents, which burned its way all the way down to his stomach, making him cough and sputter. Robert didn’t know why he had done that, but he hadn’t been able to even think about not doing it.
“Another?” the bartender asked, as he poured another shot, “Here, I’ll just leave you the bottle,” he added, and disappeared again.
Robert knew he should get up and keep looking for a way out, but he downed the shot in front of him and poured another, before drinking that one too. After that, he ignored the glass and just started taking swigs from the bottle. Before long, he was feeling very drunk, but very good. In the distance, he became aware of the clocks in the room chiming midnight, and vaguely wondered what his wife was doing. He should have been home hours ago, had she called the police? No one knew he was here, and he certainly had no idea how he was going to get out. Did he really want to get out? He was happy with his booze he thought, as he took another swig.
“There ya are Pa! I been lookin’ everywhere fer ya,” a voice said behind him, and a muscular construction worker sat down on the bar stool next to him.
Robert just stared at him for a moment, and felt like he should recognize him, but couldn’t. “Wh…Who the hell’er you?” he slurred, and almost slid off the stool to the ground, but the man caught him mid step and hefted him back onto the seat, all four hundred and fifty pounds of him. Robert was by no means a small man, with fat packed into his oversized overalls wherever it could fit, and his massive tits stretched his shirt to the limit and clearly outlined his nipples through the gray fabric. He had three chins on a good day which covered the collar of his shirt, and his bushy sideburns made his fat, bright red cheeks look even bigger. He took off his hat for a moment and scratched his bald head, and ran his hand through the stringy hair still left on his head. The word “skullet” flashed through his mind, but he couldn’t really make sense of it. He was too drunk to make sense of anything.
“Come on Pa, Ya had too much tah drink. Let’s get ya home,” He got a hold on Robert’s arm, but he yanked it away.
“I can get up myself, thank you very much!” he said, and stumbled up, lumbering across the bar, occasionally falling against a table for support.
He made it all the way to a doorway before he heard the man call out behind him, “The truck’s this way, Pa,”
“How do you know? I been all over this place, and it’s all a maze. We ain’t ever gonna get out!”
The man walked over, grabbed Robert by the arm, and dragged him over in the other direction, “Alright, ya had enough, now let’s get goin’,”
Robert tried to pull away, but the man was too strong and too insistent, while Robert was too drunk to know better. As he followed behind, it occurred to him that he had no idea who he was following, “Wait now,” Robert said, “Who are you again?”
“Damn it pa, I hate it when ya drink—now come on. Now we need tah get ya home. I have work in the mornin’.”
“But ya don’ even know where I live,” Robert mumbled.
“Of course I do—ya live with me! Geeze yer thick tonight.”
Robert couldn’t make heads or tails of that, but figured that this guy must be one of his kids, sent by his wife to take him home. It didn’t really make a lot of sense, but then, nothing was making much sense tonight. He didn’t really care though, as long as he got out of this crazy place.
Sure enough, his son led him down some stairs, and before Robert knew it, they were outside in the parking lot, or at least a parking lot. He tried to walk off in the direction he thought his car was, but his son was pulling him in the wrong direction. “Damn it boy,” he cried, “We done parked over there!”
“Pa, the truck’s right here,” he said, and popped open the door of an old beat up pickup. He helped his old man into the passenger door, and climbed in the driver’s side. “Ya all set Pa?” he asked, and when Robert nodded his fat face, he started the truck with a clunk, and took off down the road.
Robert figured that they would be heading home, but instead of heading towards the suburbs, his son got onto the highway and left town, instead heading into the country. Robert knew something was wrong, but he was too drunk really to think about much. Instead, he felt something else begin to brew inside of him. Looking over at his son next to him, he was suddenly struck by how handsome he was. He hadn’t really bothered looking at him in the club, but suddenly he was taking in every detail, from the close cropped hair on his head, the bushy goatee framing his adorable mouth, and his rough calloused hands. He was also very muscular, and Robert felt his dick begin to harden in his overalls. Unable to stop himself, he reached over and started groping his boy’s crotch, surprised by the size of the cock he found in the well worn jeans.
“Come on Pa, you’re too drunk for that right now,” he said.
Robert just kept groping, feeling his son’s cock begin to harden, “Come on Jimmy boy, I can’t help it if you’re the hottest guy around,” Jimmy, that was his son’s name. Why hadn’t he been able to remember that earlier? Now overwhelmed with lust, he leaned over and began licking Jimmy’s neck, causing him to swerve a bit on the road.
“Dammit Pa! I’m tryin’ tah drive, can’t it wait ‘til we get home?”
“Oh hush boy,” Robert whispered in his ear, “I know ya don’t want tah wait ‘til we’re home…”
        Jimmy drove for a moment longer, and then steered the car off the rural highway, and then a ways into the underbrush, the truck bouncing wildly. Before he could even get the car into park, be was kissing his Pa madly, forcing the fat man back against the window, pinning him there. Robert immediately began unbuttoning Jimmy’s flannel shirt, rubbing his hands through the thick forest of hair beneath. He smelled like he hadn’t bathed in a few days, but that just made Robert hotter. He buried his nose in his son’s pit and started licking up as much sweat as he could. “Yeah pig daddy, lick out my nasty pit, ya like that funk?” Jimmy said.
        “Hell yeah boy, ya know I’ll do anythin’ tah lick out yer pits. Hell, I’ll lick all ya if ya give me a chance. But what I really want is in here,” Robert said, and groped Jimmy’s cock some more.
        “Well, there ain’t enough room in here fer that. Get out, and we’ll have some fun in the back,” Jimmy said, and both of them climbed out and walked around to the back. It took some work, but they managed to get Robert’s massive frame up into the bed. The entire truck sagged with the weight of him, but he crawled forward anyway, giving Jimmy room to heft himself up after him. Once they were both up, they began undressing each other. Soon, Jimmy was naked, but he wanted Robert to leave his overalls on. “You know how hot I get with my Pigdaddy in his overalls,” he said, and the thought made Robert shiver. He loved being Jimmy’s Pigdaddy so much.
        “Well if yer so horny, get over here n’ fuck me already, boy!” Robert said on his hands and knees, “Fuck this Pigdaddy of yours.”
        “Ya want me tah stick this big, fat cock up your butthole?” Jimmy asked, as he got behind him. He spread apart Robert’s ass, exposed through the large hole in the seat of his overalls and chuckled, “Damn Pa, ya sure got yerself a dirty crack!”
        “Not like yers is much cleaner boy, now get on with it,”
        “Not so fast,” Jimmy said, as he lubed up some of his fingers with spit, “Ya ain’t quite warmed up fer me yet,” and he started worming his middle finger into Robert’s hole.
        “Oh fuck yeah,” Robert said, pushing against his son’s hand, “Get all those fuckers in there!”
        “All of them? Alright, you asked for it,” Jimmy said, and after lubing up with some more spit, worked his entire fist into Robert’s ass.
        It hurt like hell, but the drunkenness dulled the pain, and just made Robert hornier. He began to snort loudly as his sphincter closed around Jimmy’s wrist, and the hand worked deeper into his colon.
        “Yeah you fuckin’ pig! How’s that feel?” Jimmy said as he massaged his daddy’s prostate, making him pant and snort louder. Before he could stop himself, Robert felt his cock explode, cum spurting out in massive bursts, soaking the crotch of his overalls as he squealed. Jimmy reached under and laughed, “Yeah, that got you all wet, didn’t it? Now, how about I give you a good fuck?” He pulled out his fist and quickly replaced it with his cock, which slipped easily into the already wrecked hole. Even with the warm up, Jimmy’s ten inch cock stretched Robert to the limit, and all he could do was hang on to the truck while his son fucked him wildly. Despite having cum once already, he could feel his cock already hardening again, and he was struck for a moment by the wrongness of what he was doing. Not only was he having sex with a man, his own son was fucking the daylights out of him, and Robert was practically begging him for more. It still felt so right though, and he pushed back harder, relishing the feeling of his massive amounts of fat shaking with every thrust. Honestly, he couldn’t be more proud of his son, and the great fucker he had grown up to be. Before too long, he heard his boy grunt behind him and unload deep inside of him. He wrapped his arms as far as they could go around his father’s rotund form, staying inside until he had gone completely soft.
He sat back, allowing Robert to turn around and join him with their backs against the window. Robert was panting loudly from the exercise, though it hadn’t made him any less drunk, and only a little less horny. He couldn’t resist lowering his fly, which was still sopping with his cum from moments before, fishing out his cock, and jacking off.
“Damn Pa, yer still horny after that?”
“Fuck son, you know yer dad is always horny. How about you help me out with this thing?”
“Nah, I got a better idea,” Jimmy said, and held his hand, still shitty from their earlier fisting, under Robert’s nose, who took a good sniff, and sucked the index finger into his mouth. The taste of shit made him moan, and got his dick even harder. Before long he had cleaned off his son’s whole hand, who then stood up and rammed his shit smeared cock down his father’s throat. Robert just sucked as hard as he could, hotter than he had ever been in his life.
He was no longer appalled that he was sucking his own shit of his son’s cock, this is what he was supposed to be doing. He loved the taste of ass, especially his own, and Jimmy knew that. When he pulled it out a minute or two later, his cock was spotless, and Robert licked his lips. “Please, I need more, boy,” Robert gasped, still jacking his cock.
“Then eat out my crack, ya fuckin’ pig,” Jimmy said, spread his ass wide open, and pushed it up against his father’s face. Robert immediately groaned with lust and began lapping at the mix of dry and wet shit. From the amount of it, he hadn’t wiped at least for a day or two, and it was driving Robert wild. He felt his orgasm begin to build, and let loose another torrent of cum while his son cheered him on. The last thing Robert remembered before he passed out was Jimmy turning around, stroking his hard cock a couple of times and blowing another load all over his father’s face. Happy and somewhat satisfied, Robert felt himself drift off into a drunken slumber.