November Bonus Story – Winston’s Stable Part 2 | Wesley Bracken on Patreon

This month’s bonus story is the sequel to Winston’s Stable! I posted the first part last month, which followed Mark, as his new Master used his warped science to turn him into his first beastly creation, Titpig. In the sequel,

Winston adds two new beats to his menagerie–Joey, who was Mark’s boyfriend in part one, as well as Joey’s current boyfriend Paul. Anyone giving at least $5 a month to my Patreon gets access to this story, as well as every other bonus story I’ve published–almost an entire year of extras at this point!

Below is an excerpt from the sequel–we’ll return to Orwell’s Demon tomorrow, I promise!

“Winston’s Stable II – Excerpt”

There was a click in the room, and a Winston’s voice appeared over the speakers inside. “I’m afraid I never had a chance to introduce myself properly to you both, when Titpig and I can to visit. I’d give you my name, but I assure you both that you won’t be able to remember it soon enough, so you might as well get used to thinking of me as your master–it’ll help speed things up.”

“You fucking sick bastard!” Paul shouted into the room, “You can’t fucking keep us down here–people are going to look for us.”

Winston laughed into the speaker, “Oh, I assure you, people have been looking. You’ve been down here for almost a month, after all. However–if they haven’t found you by now, well…I doubt they will. In any case, Paul, why don’t you put that mouth of yours to better use. Paul, suck on Joey’s nipples, please.”

Paul had no intention of obeying the disembodied voice, but his body didn’t give him any other option. He walked over to Joey, leaned in and started sucking at his chest, Joey trying to push him off, but Paul couldn’t take no for an answer. “Paul–Paul! Get a hold of yourself!”

“Joey, stop fighting, and enjoy yourself,” Winston said, and saw Joey relax against the wall, Paul sucking harder. After a few moments, Joey felt something around his nipple, a slight…tingle, which became almost an uncomfortable burning and pulsing sensation. He fought against Winston’s order as hard as he could, but all he could do was moan, and let Paul switch to the other, allowing him a chance to look at the one Paul had been servicing, seeing that in a few minutes it had turned swollen and red. Winston allowed Paul about the same amount of time on the other nipple, and then leaned over the mic again, “That’s enough foreplay–Paul, go ahead and suck on Joey’s dick, please, and make sure you get plenty of your special spit all over his balls too.”

Joey begged and pleaded with him, but Paul dropped to his knees with a whimper, and started slobbering all over Joey’s cock and balls, soaking them in his spit, and the same tingling, burning sensation spread over them as well. Joey had expected it to hurt, but instead it was turning him on more, and he barely heard Winston tell him to start toying with his now meatier nipples, letting his boyfriend suck him off, the burning sensation growing more intense as he grew closer, and when he came–the load was massive. He could…feel the force of his balls pumping cum out of him, it was so powerful that it actually hurt. Paul swallowed the entire load down, and when the flow stopped, he stumbled up…and Joey could see that something was wrong with him.

His eyes were glazed, and he clutched his gut, which gurgled loud enough that Joey could hear it beside him. “Fuck…I don’t…feel so fucking good…”

“You know what will make you feel better, Paul? Fucking Joey’s tight ass. You want your boyfriend to fuck you, don’t you Joey?”

In fact, it was the furthest thing from his mind, but Joey bent over the side of the bed, and Paul stumbled over, cock hard as a rock, and without even bothering to lube up, he worked the head into the hole–but to their surprise, his cock slipped in easily. In fact, Joey’s hole almost seemed…wet, almost as wet as Paul’s mouth had become, and still was–the drool flowing out of his mouth and down his chin as he fucked. Joey had liked the fact that Paul was a gentle lover, but this was different–this was rough and forceful and brutal, and it seemed like every thrust drove a bit deeper into Joey’s hole–and the deeper Paul went, the better it felt. He fucked him long enough for them both to work up a sweat, and finally he came, planting his load deep in Joey’s ass, and Joey felt it, the hot seed filling him up, that same burning sensation infusing his guts and spreading out to the rest of his body, leaving him groaning and writhing on the bed until the feeling subsided after a few minutes, and he could roll over and sit up and see Paul standing there in the room…and it was clear that something was different.

He still looked like Paul, mostly. But his body hair seemed a bit thicker, and his muscles looked a bit inflamed–not to mention his cock, was was either still mostly hard, or else was in fact larger, his balls hanging a bit lower. He was panting, drool still flowing from his mouth, and it seemed like he literally couldn’t make it stop, even as he licked his lips to try and keep it in. “Joey…are you ok?” Paul asked.

“I…I think so…”

“I…I think my cum…did something to you…”

Joey looked down at himself, and realized Paul wasn’t the only one who had changed–his slender frame looked slightly softer than before, and with a pinch of his belly, he realized he’d grown a slight paunch. Beyond his puffy, sensitive nipples, his cock was still tingling from Paul’s blowjob, but as the tingling faded, what remained was almost a numbness. He reached down and felt his cock, and was surprised to find…less than he was expecting. It was about half an inch shorter, his balls were smaller, and touching it…didn’t excite him much at all.

“That should be enough to get the two of you started,” Winston said, “Now be sure to enjoy yourselves, and each other.” He leaned back in his chair, pleased with his tests–everything was working perfect, now all he had to do was let his two pets have their way with each other for a few days, and they would be perfect before too long.

Inside the room, Paul threw his weight against the door again, and again…but Joey was finding it hard to care. He felt…dull all of a sudden. Relaxed and at ease, were perhaps better terms. He laid back on the bed, running his hands over his body, enjoying the feel of his slightly softer body and the gentle afterglow of Paul’s load. His hands eventually found their way to his nipples, and he gave them a twist and gasped–his cock might not be feeling much, but his nipples were much, much more sensitive than they’d ever been before. His chest seemed to have inflated a bit more than the rest of him, in fact, and with another couple of tugs, he noticed that his fingers were suddenly wet.

November Bonus Story – Winston’s Stable Part 2 | Wesley Bracken on Patreon

Rick and The Beast – Part 4

Alone in the room for the next several hours, there was very little Rick could do. His cock remained hard the entire time–he could still smell Officer Pike in the room, he could smell the sex they’d had, and he didn’t know which was worse–the fact that he kept hoping that the officer would come back and fuck him again, or the fact that he couldn’t stop himself from groaning and grunting and bucking the air in a mostly-mindless froth, desperate to cum, but the cage around his cock only made him ache. One month. One month, and he could have had a chance, but now he was never going to have a free cock ever again. What was Jim going to do to him now? What could he possibly do to him that was worse than everything he’d already done to him?

The door opened. Officer Pike was in the doorway, and so was The Beast, both of them stooped to enter the room. It was obvious that The Beast was unhappy. Rick could smell the anger rolling off him, even worse than the anger that evening in the cafeteria, and suddenly he was crying–sobbing really, pleading with him, asking for mercy, his cock still painfully hard at the smell of both men. Suddenly, he wasn’t begging for mercy anymore–he was begging for their cocks. He was begging them both to let him please them, and he couldn’t stop himself, he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t–

“Shut the fuck up, pig–I’ll deal with you in a moment.”

His mouth clamped shut. Is was both a relief and a terror, to know his master had that much control over him. It did nothing to bottle up his mounting lust, but at least he didn’t have to speak, at least he didn’t have to listen to himself beg. The Beast stripped off his practice clothes and then closed his eyes, his brow furrowed. Immediately, the scent of him in the room tripled in force–and Rick felt a searing pain in his crotch, as his cock pumped out a load of cum through the cage, unable to stop itself. It looked like The Beast’s muscles were rippling, and they were expanding. He was growing taller, his head nearly colliding with the eight foot ceiling. His hair and beard grew out longer and thicker, his body coated with hair, soaked in his sweat and musk. Rick had never imagined that he’d see someone so massive. He was a god. He was his god, he thought, and he came again in his cage.

Behind The Beast, Officer Pike’s eyes were rolled back into his head with pleasure, and he collapsed to his knees, the crotch of his pants darkening as he came uncontrollably as well. “Thank you, Sir, thank you…” he muttered to himself, as he spasmed. The Beast opened his eyes, and the scent died down, now that his transformation had finished. He turned around, and helped Officer Pike back up onto his feet. “Pike,” The Beast said, “you have disappointed me before, you know.”

“Yes sir, I know sir.”

“Today, you have proven your loyalty to me,” he pulled him close, bringing the officer close to one of his putting pecs, crowned with a thick nipple, “Drink–drink and grow, Alpha Pike.”

Officer Pike latched onto the nipple and started sucking, groaning and humping at his master’s body as he did. From behind, Rick watched the fabric of Officer Pike’s uniform grow taut as his muscles grew larger. He was growing taller as well, and soon he had to stoop slightly to continue sucking. After several minutes, The Beast pushed the Officer away, and he turned around, his eyes dim and hazy, something white dribbling from his lips. The front of his pants were soaked, but Rick couldn’t tell if it was piss or cum. The bulge in the Officer’s pants was substantially larger, however, and Rick wondered it it would hurt as much as his Master’s now.

The Beast pulled Pike back into him, listening to him moan. “Now, isn’t obedience so much better than obstinance?”

“Yes sir, thank you sir, for giving me a second chance. I should never have doubted you.”

“Uncuff the pig. Fuck him rough. Show me that you deserve be be one of my alphas, Pike.”

With a growl, the older man grabbed his uniform shirt, and tore it from his body, stripping off his pants in equal force, barely remembering the key to the handcuffs. Rick could feel Pike’s excitement, as he tried to unlock him, smell the energy coming from him. It was difficult to tell the difference between Pike and his Master–but now that they were together, he could detect slight differences. Most importantly, they were both alphas. They were meant to be obeyed. He was meant to serve. Pike finally got the cuffs off, but before Rick could stand up and bend over the table, Pike grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him from the chair, onto the tile floor. With one hand on the back of Rick’s head, grinding his face into the floor, the other planted on a shoulder, he drove his even larger cock deep into his hole with a single thrust. The previous fuck had been brutal, but this was something else. It was like some vital animal had been unleashed in the officer, and he eventually gripped Rick’s hips with both hands and fucked him like a doll, Rick just went limp, allowing Pike to do whatever he chose, trying to distance himself from the act, even as the waves of pleasure coursing through his fat body dragged him back into the act each moment. The Beast loomed over them both, and when Pike finally came, he hauled his cock out, stood up, and finished by soaking Rick down with a blast of piss from head to toe, Rick lapping it up from the floor before it could cool.

“You are a worthy Alpha, Pike,” The Beast said.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Leave us, I need some time with my pig–alone.”

The Fifth Day of Christmas

“Psst, hey–where’s the fucking milk?”

Gary groaned and felt a hand shake his shoulder, rousing him from sleep, and he found a wide shadow looming over him in his bedroom, and he let out a shout of surprise.

“Oh don’t be such a wimp,” the shadow said, and it flipped on the light next to them, and Gary found himself looking up at what had to be Santa Claus, although he’d never imagined his outfit might be so…revealing. “Look, I scrounged around and found some cookies,” Santa said, holding up the package of Oreos in his hand, “But all you have in the house is fucking soy milk–how disgusting is that?”

“I’m…I’m lactose intolerant–I never have milk in the house…” Gary said.

Santa did not look amused. “Hmmph, well I guess we’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we? Santa needs his milk after all, even if I have to make my own cow to get it.”

Santa pushed down Gary’s sheets and grabbed hold of both of his nipples, making him gasp in pain as the big man worked them over…and he could feel something happening to them as Santa twisted them–they were growing larger. Not just his nipples though–Gary had always been a thin guy, and as he watched, his chest started to grow and expand with fat, turning into heavy moobs in a matter of moments…and they ached. It was like they were balloons filled with too much water, and he saw that the thumb and forefingers on Santa’s gloves were wet with…something. “What–What are you doing to moooee?” Gary moaned.

Santa didn’t reply–he just licked his lips and started sucking on one of Gary’s thick nipples, and he felt his milk gush into Santa’s mouth. With a quiver, he realized that he was actually getting close to cumming, and he reached down to stroke his cock, but Santa beat him to it, stretching and kneading his cock and balls in his gloved hand, Gary shivering, mooing and moaning as his balls grew three times their original size, and they ached just as much as his milk filled moobs. Before long, cum was dribbling out of him at a constant dribble, soaking the sheets beneath him, and Santa–after sucking his first moob dry–moved onto the second, his hands massaging Gary’s stomach, growing a huge gut and fat pad which swallowed up half his cock, and when both his breasts were drained, Santa rolled Gary over, kneading his ass into two fat cheeks before thrusting his hard cock deep into Gary’s hole.

“Fuck, milk always makes me so fucking horny–it’s a good thing this fat ass of yours was made for plowing cow–feels fucking great,” Santa grunted out as Gary felt the last few changes overtake him–two short horns growing out of his temples, the rest of his body filling out with fat, and the overwhelming desire to feed. To feed men his manmilk, to make them addicted to it’s taste, and to watch them grow fatter, until they were obese or even better, immobile. Santa finally finished up his fuck, unloading a huge wad of cum into Gary’s ass, and the fat cowman let out a grunt of satisfaction, rolling back over and kneading his full tits, his cock leaking profusely.

“Fuck Santa, that was great—are you sure you don’t want to stick around and drink some mooore?” Gary groaned.

“Oh you slutty cow,” Santa said, slapping Gary’s gut, “Tell you what–why don’t you spend tonight milking yourself, and give samples to all of your friends? I’m sure you’ll have plenty of guys lining up for that milk of yours in no time. Me though? I gotta get going–places to go, gifts to give, you know the drill.”

Santa waved a large pile of glass milk bottles into existence next to Gary’s bed, and the cow did spend the rest of the night milking himself into them, excited to give them to all of his friends, so that before long they could all live with him, drinking his man milk, and growing bigger every day.

Lee and CJ were two roommates in a small apartment complex. They’d met during college on the football team, and both of them had ended up taking jobs with the same local firm after graduation, so they’d made things simple and moved in together, remaining workout buddies as well. Lee had just gotten home from a trip to the store, when he saw a small wrapped package on the doorstep, which he picked up and brought inside.

“Lee, did you see this?” CJ said, “Someone left us a fucking present.”

“Who?”

CJ checked the tag, “Bill–that fatass in the apartment next to us.”

“Oh, the cook?”

“Yeah,” CJ ripped the wrapping paper off and revealed two bottles with a small note.

Trying out a new recipe–made you two a homemade protein shake. Make sure you drink it right away, while it’s fresh. Let me know if you like it, I got plenty more.

“Some homemade protein drink–weird…” CJ said. He opened a bottle and took a sniff. It didn’t smell too bad, and he took a taste, and his eyes lit up. “Dang man, this shit’s kinda good!”

Lee came out and tried it as well, and then the two muscle men chugged them back, downing them as fast as they could, and then even tried to lick out the bottles. Lee looked at CJ, and unable to help himself, grabbed his roommate’s cock through his gym shorts–it was as hard as his was. CJ gasped, as Lee stroked him off, and then he did the same, both of them coming to their senses afterward, embarrassed and unsure of what had come over them. Still, while they tried to put the incident behind them, they couldn’t stop thinking about their neighbor’s drink, and that same evening they knocked on his door, planning to ask for more.

“More?” Bill said, grinning, “Sure, I got more. Come on in boys, I just made some.”

In his kitchen, he handed them two cups of the milk. They guzzled it down, and overcome with lust, they started kissing, grinding their cocks against each other. Bill stripped down, massaging his fat body, watching the two jocks’ guts bulge out and expand with fat as they jacked off, and came all over one another.

Panting and exhausted, Lee turned to Bill, “What the fuck is that shit?”

“Why, it’s my milk, of course,” Bill said, tweaking his nipples, and the two jocks could smell it, see the milk coating his fingertips, and then they were glued to his nipples, sucking the milk down from the source, Bill massaging their growing bellies, their full moobs. When they were full, both of them now over 300 pounds, Lee threw CJ onto the bed and started plowing his ass, Bill watching for a few minutes, before climbing up on the bed and shoving his cock down CJ’s mouth, Bill leaning over to keep sucking at Bill’s teat. His cum was just as fattening as his milk, and both boys swelled even larger, grunting and snorting, just a couple of fat pigs for Bill to play with–and feed, of course.