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You know, as a bully–there are the kids you pick on, and then there are just the ones which are almost too easy. It almost isn’t even satisfying to beat them down, because they’re already so miserable. Timmy was one of those. Short, fat, glasses, lisp, new kid–how could I avoid it? 

Now, I mean, I used to get called into the principal’s office a lot, back in school, but I never cared. All the kids knew that if they told on me, they’d end up with it even worse down the line, so complaints never really stuck. When word got around I was picking on Timmy, I got called in, and Principal Jacobs…well, he was different this time. He was usually pretty stern and angry, but this time he…almost begged me to stop, for my own good.

Well, I called bullshit, and stepped it up–because, why the hell not? Well, I learned why Principal Jacobs was nervous. It was in gym class, and I just made fun of the fact that he didn’t have any gym clothes that could fit his fat body…and he got angry…and he grew.

Not just taller–he put on a ton of muscle and hair…I think he was even growing older. By the end of it, he didn’t have any clothes that fit, as his jeans and shirt had ripped away, and he smirked at me. Everyone else had fled at the point, and we were alone. I turned and dashed off, but he plowed after me and tackled me to the ground. I begged him to stop, but he beat the shit out of me, then ripped away the back of my gym shorts like they were made of paper and shoved his cock up my hole.

I tried to struggle away, but with a broken arm, I couldn’t get far…and then, I started to have all of these strange thoughts, telling me that I deserved to be fucked. That my hole was Timmy’s, that he owned me…that I was his slave. Sure, I managed to fight back for a bit, but my the time he’d cum up my ass the third time…I could only beg for more.

After that…you understand why I had to drop out. I was in the hospital for a while–but the real reason I felt so sick was because I wasn’t with Timmy. I fought the urge for as long as I could…but eventually, I gave in, found his house, and pledged myself to him. I wasn’t his first–he has a whole collection of bully slaves who lived with him and cared for his every need. He didn’t even have any parents–apparently he was in his thirties, but lurked in high schools, picking up slaves as he went. I love him though–we all do. We don’t have a choice, after all.

“Come on son, please let me take these off? I’ve been pissing through them for weeks now, they’re vile.”

“Dad, at least be thankful that I let you cut a whole in the back so you haven’t been storing your shit that long too.”

“Yeah, but you don’t even let me wipe! I…I think the guys at work can smell them through my clothes.”

“Are you sure they aren’t just smelling you? I mean, you haven’t showered in ten days? I mean, have you smelled those pits of yours? No, go on dad, smell them, tell me what you think of them.”

“No, please…oh fuck, it’s so fucking nasty…I think I’m gonna–”

“Don’t throw up, you fucking pussy. Besides, it’s growing on you now, isn’t it? You enjoy your stench, judging by how your cock is tenting out your filthy underwear.”

“Please…Please don’t, I’m your father! Don’t touch me there!”

“Shut up and smell your pits, pig! Smell ‘em and enjoy them. Here, you want to take these shorts off? Here, I’ll take them off for you…damn dad, these are rank–God, I love the smell of pissy shorts. Here, you smell them, get your nose right in there and don’t fucking stop.”

“Son, please–”

“Shut up bitch, and focus on the smell, focus on how filthy and rank it is, focus on how hard that stench is making your cock in my hand–your son’s hand no less, you pervert. Yeah, look at yourself in that mirror, unwashed body, your nose buried in your own piss sodden underwear, your son jacking your rock hard cock…you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? You can’t stop it, because all of this is making you so turned on you can’t fucking help yourself!”

“Oh for the love of God, please! Please don’t–oh…Oh! god…damn it…”

“Now wipe up that seed with them and now you’re gonna suck it out…yeah bitch, get it in that hole of yours and suck–aww, is the faggot gonna cry now? Don’t cry dad, this is how men enjoy themselves, this is how we bond. Don’t be a fucking pussy about it…Now take ’em out and put them on backwards.”

“Backwards? But…”

“Talking about you storing up a few loads of shit in those was just too hot to resist, but don’t worry, at least you’ll be able to reach your cock, because from now on, you’re gonna be pissing up and all over your clothes, and whenever you drop a load of shit in those shorts, you’re gonna jack off and love it–oh quit your fucking blubbering! You’re the one who wanted more father-son bonding time! I can’t help it if I only like bonding with dirty, filthy pigs like you’re gonna be. 

You are at the movie theater when you meet him. You brought a date, but didn’t share enough of that large soda you guzzled during the first act, and now you have to go piss. You excuse yourself, hoping your date doesn’t hate you for being “that guy who has to piss during the movie,” and rush to the bathroom, where he’s waiting for you.

Maybe not for you, maybe for any man. Maybe if you hadn’t hogged that soda, he would have found someone else. But you turn the corner and see him standing on the tile, naked aside from his boots, covered in tattoos that swirl and dance before your eyes. Your mind goes blank, aside from those beautiful colors and his deep voice, telling you to come closer, strip and come closer, little pig.

You can smell him now, smell his musk, and he tells you how much a pig like you would love to smell the pits of a man like him. He tells you what a fat little pig you are, what a dirty, dumb, obese, nasty hog. Are you really growing shorter, plumping up and putting on a huge gut as he speaks to you, or is it just a fantasy, a fantasy you suddenly long for?

He puts a boot up on a urinal, showing off his hairy, dirty crack, and with a grunt you dig your face in deep, licking and chewing all the filth you can find. Unable to control yourself, your cock releases your full bladder, and with both hands you are rubbing it on yourself. He pushes you down onto all fours, wets his cock with some spit and forces it into your ass. You snort and squeal, cum shooting from your cock and mixing with the piss on the floor, and when he finishes, you crawl after your master on all fours, gut dragging on the floor, head empty aside from the filthiest fantasies your mind had never dreamed of. 

You never return to the theater, you never finish the movie. All your date finds of you is a puddle of piss on the men’s room floor, a wad of cum shot in the middle of it, and a pile of clothes from a past life.

Source: manthrone

“If you ask me, all those stinking hippies should just go get a damn job!” one of the bankers shouted, bringing another round of clapping, laughing and snorting from the businessmen and politicians seated around the table.

A CEO picked up where that one left off, “Ha! No kidding. And their fucking glitter-bombing or whatever–fucking faggots *grunt*. Like a handful of stinking glitter is going to do anything!” Again, everyone laughed, still stuffing their faces with as much food as they could grab with their bare hands.

Daniel, however, wasn’t feeling well, and he hurried to the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if it was the large amount of wine he’d drunk, but his face…what was wrong with his face?

“Daniel? Are you in there? What’s wrong?” a voice said outside the door–it was Daniel’s brother Chuck. He stepped in, and Daniel was horrified–his brother’s head had been replaced with that of a pig, and he looked like he had gained a hundred pounds, his suit ill-fitting on his now obese frame. And the hungry look in his eyes–it was making Daniel horny, and he pulled his cock out of his suit pants, struggling around his own expanding gut.

Chuck grinned and got down on his knees, slurping down his brother’s cock, Daniel snorting and grunting as he drove his dick down Chuck’s throat, feeling his clothes ripping off his body. His mind–he knew something was wrong, but it felt as though he were being controlled by something else–some primal urge, something not human. He reached around with a trotter like hand and began probing his asshole, feeling his new corkscrew tail. The sensation of having something at his hole threw him into overdrive, and he shot a huge load down his brother’s throat, but it wasn’t enough. He bent over the sink, and in a strange rough voice no longer his own, he panted, “Fuck me, Chuck, *oink* fuck me!”

Daniel watched his potbellied brother heave himself up off the floor, his deformed cock leaking precum, and he realized that he was now more beast than man. There was none of the usual spark of intellect in his eyes–but his terror was swept away once his brother thrust his hard cock into his ass, rutting and squealing. Daniel looked in the mirror, his own mind crumbling away, and realized too late that foul smelling glitter could have an effect, if one knew the right spells.

Back in the dining room, the brothers’ guests had descended into their own orgy, clamoring out of their ripping suits and onto the table, gorging themselves in between bouts of mindless, bestial sex. In the morning, the reporters thought it was a prank–a high-profile fundraiser for a Republican SuperPac filled with pigs, but as the reports came in of the politicians, businessmen and CEO’s who had gone missing–well, one thing was certain. Politics in the USA would never be the same again. 

It all started when my brother and I ran into a bit of a problem. See, our parents were leaving town for a week, and we wanted to throw a party–the problem is that I was twenty, and he was eighteen, and neither of us had any older friends to buy the booze for us. So what do we do? We put an ad on Craigslist–stupid, right? Well, it had seemed like a good idea at the time, and we got a response pretty quick.

It was from a farmer on the outskirts of town, who wrote back and said that he had just finished up a batch of his moonshine, and that he’d sell it to us dirt cheap. We hadn’t gotten any other offers, so we decided to give it a shot–if it was horrible, we could always not buy it. We drove out to the farm, met the toothless hick, and he gave us a bottle to try, and he said we could get the rest if we liked it.

We got back home and sampled it. It was strong, way stronger than anything we’d ever had before, but the taste wasn’t too bad, and it went down surprisingly easy. But…strange things started happening. My brother started talking in a Southern drawl after a few shots, and when I passed by a mirror, I saw my clothes were gone, replaced by a pair of overalls and nothing else. We both were packing on weight as well…and horny as shit. Before I could stop him, my older brother shoved me down on the sofa, hauled out my cock and sucked me off, and later than evening he fucked me back, and it all seemed perfectly right and normal, until morning, when we both woke up with the worst hangovers of our lives.

We were back to our old selves thankfully, and we said we wouldn’t go back, but the hangover only got worse. We needed more of that damn moonshine, and we both knew it. The farmer was waiting for us, grinning like an idiot. He…He made us drink another whole bottle each  then and there, and before long our alter egos were back, worshipping our “Pa’s” fat, filthy body, and we both knew it was wrong, but we were hooked.

We did throw the party that week. All of our guy friends are hooked on the moonshine now too, and most of us stay in our redneck forms full time now–it hurts too damn much to be normal. I’m writing this sober, because when I’m Jerod, I’m illiterate, but I can barely take the pain. I just want someone to know what happened. I’m never going back–I’m going to be drunk on Pa’s moonshine for the rest of my life, and I don’t care. But tell my parents, tell them Jerry and Grant love them very much. Tell them goodbye.

“No…Trevor…don’t, please–” Frank said, but any protests were swallowed by a loud moan as his son deepthroated his father’s cock once more.

“That’s a good cub,” Clyde said, coming up behind Frank and tugging at the older man’s nipples, “Show your daddy all the tricks you’ve learned over the past few months. Show him what a wonderful slut you’ve become.”

Clyde was Frank and Trevor’s next door neighbor, and several months ago, Trevor had asked his dad if he could work over at Clyde’s after school to earn some money. Frank had agreed, figuring it would be good for his son to have a job, but soon, he started to worry if Clyde was a bad influence. A few times he’d thought Trevor had come home smelling of sex, and Clyde had made some changes to his appearance, like telling Trevor to growa goatee and get a buzzcut. The final straw though, was when Frank had walked in on Trevor naked and had seen his nipples and penis were pierced.

Frank had stormed next door, but Clyde calmed him down and explained the situation. Clyde owned his own production company, and he had asked Trevor to help him produce and act in his films. He had a variety of sets, and he told Frank that he could strip down and see the indoor pool if he wanted, and Frank felt compelled to do as Clyde asked.

In the basement, he found Trevor wading in the pool, naked, and Clyde told Frank how handsome his cub son was, and Frank, well he was a big, beautiful bear himself. Clyde sat him down on the edge of the pool, where Trevor had immediately begun sucking his dad’s thick cock. Frank looked around and saw many video cameras catching all of the action, but it didn’t bother him–it turned him on knowing that horny men were watching his hot son suck his cock.

After all, it was just like Master Clyde said–This was what a hot son and father like Trevor and him should be doing with their time. He put one hand on the back of Trevor’s head and started thrusting down his son’s throat, saying, “That’s good boy, you know how to suck cock like a pro–your dad isn’t gonna last long if you keep that up.”

Clyde grinned, knowing he’d gained another beautiful bear for his burgeoning home movie business. He was certain men would pay good money for a series of father and son flicks, so Trevor and Frank were going to be very busy from now on. Clyde smiled as Frank pulled his cock out and shot his load all over his son’s face, before bending over and licking it out of his son’s goatee, kissing him passionately. Yes, the three of them would be very busy indeed.

Ryan checked his watch again, and cursed himself for oversleeping. He had drugged Tom’s drink at the bar last night so the formula should be in full effect this morning, but he’d wanted to be there to see it happen, damn it! Ryan and Tom had been rivals for as long as they’d been swimming, but with the Olympic trials coming up–Ryan wanted a spot, and wanted to make sure Tom didn’t get one. The formula Tom drank would react with water and make him bloat with fat–nothing he couldn’t work off in a year, but enough to slow him down–provided he got out of the water fast enough.

Ryan had suggested they race each other the next morning, but he’d slept in, and was now a half hour late. He quickly stripped down in the locker room and burst into the gym, expecting to see Tom screaming and terrified, or not there at all, but he was in the shallow end, just standing there…and he was huge, a massive, hairy gut bobbing in the water. He looked up and saw Ryan there, and smirked. “Well, I guess you got me, eh? Here to swim your victory lap?”

Confused, Ryan came closer to Tom, and was caught off guard when the now obese swimmer grabbed his ankle and hauled him down into the water. Immediately, Ryan felt his stomach gurgle and begin to expand, and he tried to fight Tom off, but pleasure surged through him, and he moaned.

“Feels good, right? I wasn’t expecting that either. I got the same formula from the doc, and drugged you too. But you know what? Being fat feels really good,” Tom said, pushing his gut up against Ryan, “So why don’t we see where this takes us?”

Tom leaned in to kiss him, but Ryan pulled back. “Come on man, we aren’t…we aren’t gay!” But the pleasure coursing through him, the sensation of Tom’s gut rubbing against him in the water was turning him on, and when Tom grabbed his cock, he didn’t resist. Unable to help himself, he started rubbing Tom’s gut with his hands, then leaned over and suckled one of his big nipples, Tom groaning and thrusting his cock into Ryan’s fattening middle.

It was an hour later when they heaved themselves out of the pool. They found a scale in the gym, and  took a look at the damage. Ryan clocked in at 434 pounds, and Tom at 506. They both knew they should be disgusted with themselves, but they couldn’t stop making out and kneading their fat, hairy forms. “How about we go get some breakfast?” Ryan said.

“Sounds great, but lets get something greasy–no more Subway for me.” Tom replied, and they laughed.

“I bet I can eat way more than you though.”

“Oh, is that a challenge? I’d like to see you try.”