You and some of your buds are swimming in your pool. When the patio door opens,and your Dad walks out. You open your mouth in shock when you see him
His head is completely smooth. He's wearing a tight,skimpy black speedo and has the biggest cigar you've seen clamped in his jaw. The smoke curling around his head
Youre in shock because as far as you know he doesn't smoke. Is way too shy to wear anything like a speedo,and up to last night had a headful of thick curly hair.
He stands there for a few minutes watching us swim. Then walks over to the lounge chairs,and laid down in one. His big cigar pointing to the sky and with an obscene bulge in the speedo. You decide to talk to him later about it,and you went back to the water basketball game.
You were playing 3 on 3 with your other three buds waiting to play the winner. They were sitting by your Dad. Talking to him
You didn't notice them getting up one by one and walk into the house. Each of them followed by your dad. They each stayed about 20 minutes before coming back out.
Each of them had their hair cropped into buzz-cuts. Wearing white speedos and smoking the same big cigars. Laying in their lounges showing the same big bulges.
The losing team got out of the pool and walked over to the lounges. When your three other buds stood up,your mind was reeling when you saw them
They took one last deep draw on their cigars,and laid them in a ashtray. exhaling as they dove in the pool. When their speedos got wet,their hard cocks were perfectly visable
You looked over and saw that your other buds were now talking to your Dad. Then you got into the game. The same thing happened to your buds
Walk into the house,and walked back out changed. You looked over at them again. Saw they too had changed and it threw you off your game
Causing your team to lose. When you got out of the pool,you saw them laying down. Their big cigars pointing skyward. Smoke slowly escaping from the puffs they were taking. They were showing the same big bulges
They repeated the first three actions as they dived into the pool. You last three took their places
You looked at your Dad with a questioning look as he started talking to you three. Blowing the smoke into your faces as he talked
Your two friends grew silent and was staring off into space. When one of them stood and walked slowly into the house"Dad? Wh...." Before you could finish,he hit you with a faceful of smoke" Don't worry fucker!! Just sit there and relax. I'm saving you for last" He got up and went into the house
If you could have moved your head and looked at the pool, you'd have seen your six buds fucking each other
Your friend came back looking just like the other six. Your last teammate stood and walked into the house
When he came back,you stood and walked into your house and to the Master bathroom
Your Dad was there. Nude and hard. Surrounded by a sea of hair on the floor. You see the big maduro and lighter on the vanity
You walk over and pick the maduro and lighter. As you are puffing it to life, your Dad starts running the clippers through your hair
When he was done,he pulled your trunks down and fucked his big cock into your virgin ass. Causing you to moan around your big maduro
He fucks you deep and hard. Helping the SMOKE enslave you faster. When you cum,you yell"Aw fuuucckk!! And start shooting. You reach down and pull your speedo up your legs and over your still hard pigdick
Completely enslaved,you go out and join your pig bros. Your PigDADDY calls you pigs together. He tells you to get on your phones and call a couple of your innocent buds to come over for a swim party. It's time for us to grow MASTER'S army of enslaved smokepigs
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You and some of your buds are swimming in your pool. When the patio door opens,and your Dad walks out. You open your mouth in shock when you see him
His head is completely smooth. He's wearing a tight,skimpy black speedo and has the biggest cigar you've seen clamped in his jaw. The smoke curling around his head
Youre in shock because as far as you know he doesn't smoke. Is way too shy to wear anything like a speedo,and up to last night had a headful of thick curly hair.
He stands there for a few minutes watching us swim. Then walks over to the lounge chairs,and laid down in one. His big cigar pointing to the sky and with an obscene bulge in the speedo. You decide to talk to him later about it,and you went back to the water basketball game.
You were playing 3 on 3 with your other three buds waiting to play the winner. They were sitting by your Dad. Talking to him
You didn't notice them getting up one by one and walk into the house. Each of them followed by your dad. They each stayed about 20 minutes before coming back out.
Each of them had their hair cropped into buzz-cuts. Wearing white speedos and smoking the same big cigars. Laying in their lounges showing the same big bulges.
The losing team got out of the pool and walked over to the lounges. When your three other buds stood up,your mind was reeling when you saw them
They took one last deep draw on their cigars,and laid them in a ashtray. exhaling as they dove in the pool. When their speedos got wet,their hard cocks were perfectly visable
You looked over and saw that your other buds were now talking to your Dad. Then you got into the game. The same thing happened to your buds
Walk into the house,and walked back out changed. You looked over at them again. Saw they too had changed and it threw you off your game
Causing your team to lose. When you got out of the pool,you saw them laying down. Their big cigars pointing skyward. Smoke slowly escaping from the puffs they were taking. They were showing the same big bulges
They repeated the first three actions as they dived into the pool. You last three took their places
You looked at your Dad with a questioning look as he started talking to you three. Blowing the smoke into your faces as he talked
Your two friends grew silent and was staring off into space. When one of them stood and walked slowly into the house"Dad? Wh...." Before you could finish,he hit you with a faceful of smoke" Don't worry fucker!! Just sit there and relax. I'm saving you for last" He got up and went into the house
If you could have moved your head and looked at the pool, you'd have seen your six buds fucking each other
Your friend came back looking just like the other six. Your last teammate stood and walked into the house
When he came back,you stood and walked into your house and to the Master bathroom
Your Dad was there. Nude and hard. Surrounded by a sea of hair on the floor. You see the big maduro and lighter on the vanity
You walk over and pick the maduro and lighter. As you are puffing it to life, your Dad starts running the clippers through your hair
When he was done,he pulled your trunks down and fucked his big cock into your virgin ass. Causing you to moan around your big maduro
He fucks you deep and hard. Helping the SMOKE enslave you faster. When you cum,you yell"Aw fuuucckk!! And start shooting. You reach down and pull your speedo up your legs and over your still hard pigdick
Completely enslaved,you go out and join your pig bros. Your PigDADDY calls you pigs together. He tells you to get on your phones and call a couple of your innocent buds to come over for a swim party. It's time for us to grow MASTER'S army of enslaved smokepigs
Been away a while. Good to finally be back writing and gaining again oink. Enjoy pigs
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Trent was a jock. At University for a sports major, surrounded by a group of dumb jock bros and cheer leader girls who embraced his alpha status. His nights were filled with wild parties, drinking, sex with any woman he could find, and he loved it. His current drinking gang was the rugby club, which only meant larger groups of larger men, getting into worse fights and sometimes waking up in jail after punching someone they shouldn't have. Trent always got away with it though, the coach would always bail him, they couldn't lose their top student on the team ‘Bro’.
But all that was about to change. Yet another raucous party after watching ‘the game’, had ended with the group being thrown out for several punch ups and groping incidents. “Fu#k you! W-we don't need ya bitc#es anyway!” Trent shouted, managing to hurl a bottle that smashed against the door, while still hanging off his bros shoulder, dragging him away. Two girls in trashy make up and a guy with a sore fist shouted something Trent couldn't make out through his drunken haze, before narrowly missing a bottle thrown at him. His mate pulled him sideways “Whoa, F you! We-HIC- we gettin' outa ere anyway! YOU SUCK - !” Before holding up both fingers and walking backwards, gesturing at his cock. Trent and his bros stumbled, hanging off each other for stability, half running around the corner, before the lads at the frat house decided to give chase.
It started to rain. Trents thin shirt clinging to his pecs and abs. His usual swagger was replaced by an unsteady stumble, fueled by the excessive drinking, as they stumbled through the labyrinth of city alleys. “Bro im going home man…fu#k that lot mannn-HIC-”
Trent looked disappointed at his mate, “For real man? You gon’ wuss -HIC- out on me?” Before he pushed him to one side and stagged up onto both feet to stand on his own. Trent continued “W-We can go anywhere we want bro, ya know who we- HIC- who we are bro!” before Trent slipped back and hit the wall. Tearing his shirt. Trents mate laughed, lighting a cigarette as he too slumped against the wall.
“Ma bro -HIC- Time to hit the hay. Its like fuc-’5am man.” Trent looked up, the horizon was just glowing from the sun an hour or so away. “Y-yeah I guess man…FU#K!”
Just as he went to pull himself up, a LOUD horn sounded and they jumped back from the edge of the road. A semi-truck rolled past, the driver swearing as he swung the rig up the road and parked next to several others. Trent saw red, shouting over at the trucker as he pulled up. Several other hulking men, smoking cigars and drinking from large glasses by the bar's door, also looked over. The sounds of rock music echoing out from the neon lit bar did nothing to cover Trents booming jock voice. “Oi ya truckers scum! Mind where the- HIC-hell ya goin dumb-ass!” The main group of truckers didn't really respond, taking long drags on thick cigars, but instead looked over at the one that had just pulled up. Who pointed over at them. “Drunk kids playin’ in the darn road, ge’ yourselves killed!”
“F- you grandad! Can smell ya from here pig!” Trent shouted over, rage building. His mate grabbed him, even drunk he knew better as he attempted to reason with him. “Trent bro, calm the hell down-HIC-man! It aint worth it dude!” But it was too late.Trent marched forwards, his jock body bulging as veins ran up his neck. “You nearly hit ME bro, hit ME! you-HIC-know who I AM?! I’m fu#king TRENT ‘THE TANK’ JOHNSON BRO!” Now looking twice as big, arms flexing as he approached. The truckers barely moved, standing forwards as one unit, the driver ahead of them continued. “Look kid, aint no harm done. Don’t go doing somethin ya go an’ regret son” Taking out a cigar from his leather vest, hanging over an equally dirty and rounded gut. Trent stopped short “Damn bro, you truckers look like SH#T duuude! Ya crawl out a dumpster?! Bet y can’t even SEE ya tiny dick under that ay!” Pointing down at his overhanging belly and jeering.
By now his mate had stumbled to his side. “Trent c’mon man, leave em, I’m not -HIC- getting in another fight tonight bro! C’MON!” He half shouted pulling Trents arm. After a few hard yanks, Trent began to shuffle away. But no less angry. “Lemme go man! Fu#k these pigs! I can take’em bro” The truckers laughed a bit. Another shouted out at them from the group now, scratching his own gut “Listen to ya mate kid, go home. Ya drunk” Trent swung blindly in their direction before his mate finally got a grip on him. Dragging him away. “F you pigs! Look at me! Ya always gonna be scum compared -HIC- to this!” he grabbed at his shirt, yanking it to show off his abs. The truckers just laughed as the two jocks stumbled away. The final words of Trent fading into the distance. “I’ll never be like you! Ya -HIC- hear! Oink Oinks pigs!”
Just as they disappeared, a new trucker switched on the lights of his rig. Having watched the whole thing from inside, silently making his judgment. He grinned as the two jocks disappeared from view. Flashing a set of orange eyes. Thinking over the Jocks final words he found himself answering back. “We’ll see about that kid…”
Gaz the genie slowly followed them back to Trents place, and watched his mate throw him into his bed and leave him there, face down, still dressed and wet. “Trent ya damn ass hole, I'll come back tomorrow bro, your a -HIC- fu#king pain in the ass ya know that bro!” Trent only moaned a reply into his pillow before throwing a lazy ‘thumbs up’ in his bros direction. A few seconds later, Trent heard the door slam closed and leave him in the darkness of his flat. The rain lashing the windows was the only sound he heard as he grinned dopily to himself. “Anotha’ top night broooo….” before he passed out, snoring into his pillow.
Gaz watched. A bolt of lighting announced his presence but Trent only rolled over, drool dripping from his mouth to the pillow. “And THEYRE the pigs ay…” Gaz muttered booking him over. “Lets see how you like it then” as he took a long drag from his own cigar and blew out a huge cloud of orange smoke that seemed to weave and snake its way over and into Trents nose and mouth. Trent barely noticed, other than the odd twitch of his balls as it worked its way into him. Gaz sighed, another job done. “Heh, be seein’ ya kid” He waved his cigar in the air, and just as soon as he’d come, vanished into the orange fog leaving no trace he’d ever been there at all.
Trent woke up sweating. “What the-” He muttered, thinking his clothes were wet from the rain the night before. But no, as he peeled himself up he could smell the musk hanging off his ripe pits and back. Almost stuck to the bed. “Oh christ-Looks like I overdid it, jesus that stinks-UGH!” He grabbed his head, as if the stink wasn't bad enough, he had one hell of a hangover. It felt like he was hit by a truck. He staggered to his feet, finding it much harder than normal, and noticed that he could feet the cold floor under his toes. He squinted down, but couldn't make them out for some reason. Instead lumbering forwards towards the bathroom. His ass letting loose a loud wet fart without control as he did. He jeered proudly, any jock would, as he scratched absentmindedly at his balls. He didn't even register the hair running up his chest and belly as he yanked off his shirt and yawned at the mirror.
“Oh fu….” His voice trailed off as he looked at himself in abject horror.
His buff body had been wrapped in a thin layer of fat, his gut had pushed out, not to mention the hair. It grew in all directions from his chest and cock, even his pits now sported long forests of musk that clung to him like wet towel. The only place that wasn't getting hair was his head, which was looking noticeably thinner. His brow was pulling back as his hair redecded in front of him.
His stomach lurched. Trent tried to hold it in with his meaty hands...But even as he watched, he could SEE his gut slowly expanding, rumbling like a earthquake as he stood breathing. Even as his chest rose and sank, he could FEEL it getting wider, pushing his arms and gut apart. A pressure was building inside him, working its way to his throat, he couldn't stop it. “BUUEUUUUUURRRP" The loudest belch he'd made of heard echoed around his small flat as he steadied his new weight. "-W-WOT'S APPEN'IN....M-MY VOICE?!" He had too come to terms with as he fell back against the wall. His sweaty back slapping against the tiles. Trent looked at his thick brow, heavy set nose, his pretty face was vanishing before his eyes. "NO NO!" he reached up to try and stop it, but his newer fat fingers did nothing to stop it. Only finding thick stubble, forcing through under his fingers to hide what was left of his face.
Suddenly his swinging balls met the cold tiled wall. He let out a guttural moan, much deeper than he expected it to be, as they slapped the cold surface. Trent looked down, now realizing the extent of his changes. His first problem was his thickening gut. It was blocking his view straight down. He pawed at it, pulling the fatty orb around until he managed to lean over to see his new package. "Oh sh#t..." Trent panicked as he saw two huge balls, the size of oranges, hanging almost halfway to his knees. Both were tied in a thick leather strap that made them appear even larger. His cock was a different story. It had lost a few inches. Even as he felt around, he swore he could feel his gut and fat pad slowly eating more space around it. It was no longer the long 10 incher he was used to, but a much fatter 7, soon to be 6.9, 6.8, 6.7.
"I gotta- I gutta stop dis' Trent finally blurted out. Wobbling away from the mirror back towards his room, panting and out of breath already, he was only getting hotter as the hair started to spread over his shoulder, merging with his pits and chest. The stink of sweat pouring from one area to the next. Trent stood in the middle of his room, thinking hard. "Wot did I-wait! T-THOSE truckers blokes!" He froze, the flash of the front door of the bar appeared in his head. It was red, the smell of cigar smoke and the heavy thrash of rock music and rowdy bears drinking. Drool dripped from Trents mouth before his phone snapped him out of it.
He grabbed it without thinking, and immediately regretted it when his mate that got him home answered. "Bro? You sound terrible man...like a fu#kin’ red neck or something man"
"Yer I jus' err, ain't feeling r'ght.. and got dis damn hangova’ is all" Trent tried to say as casually as he could, but the words fumbled in his mouth. He concentrated, finding a final surge of willpower and gripped the phone. He could do this. He thought to himself. "Y-Yer bro, I'm good ya know, just headache, a-an im gonna be out all -BURRRRRP-day. Can't be bothered dude" Trent paused, had he fooled him? His mate seemed to wait forever before finally shouting "Damn bro, well ya can keep ya stench ass home the. Catch ya down the clubs later then bro! PEACE!" Before the phone went dead in Trents hand. He gulped hard and felt his throat shift and thicken inside his neck. Somehow he knew that was the last time he'd speak like his old self for a while, as another much louder belch forced its way out. "BURRRRAAPPPPPPPDARN IT! W-Wot's I gon' do now? I only got's a few hours before dem kids-I mean-bros come by.." He barely noticed his voice slipping, it felt more natural by the second as a thick beard was starting to join over his lips and hang over his chest. Only muffling his words further.
Trent looked himself up and down, quickly taking stock of his situation. His socks had burst open, huge hairy feet several sizes larger than before poked out the torn gaps. Likewise his shorts, soaked in musk and torn to pieces, were a tattered mess back on the bathroom floor. His muscle shirt was still hanging on, but just barely. Even it, designed for working out in, could only soak up so much sweat as it began to hang limply and wet off his thick, hairy arms, slapping around like a wet towel. The hairs on his chest and shoulders threatened to grow over the vests thin shoulder straps entirely. His back was wet, properly wet, his pits were dripping and his balls were radiating so much heat his legs were getting sweaty from them alone.
Trent looked out the window. Still raining. He thought of the bar, the truckers and how he'd screamed at them drunk. He knew what he had to do. He took a slow step towards his clothes draws. Leaving wet foot prints of his musky feet behind. "Gota' be summit dis fella can wear'.
He pulled one draw open, now having to lean quite alot to move his thick arms and head around his now massive gut to see. Even then his legs and biceps were starting to rub together now. Changing his stance bit by bit. Thick hairs growing to fill the new sweaty, damp spaces.
"B-but wot the fu-?!" Trent yanked out his old clothes. But they weren't HIS old clothes. They were vests, wife beaters, sorts shorts and jeans. Leather vests and even a set of boots that were way too big for...."Oh-" He sighed as he put his massive foot down next to the clown sized leather boot. They looked like they’d fit him after all. "Maybe aint' THAT big" he tried to reason with himself as he had no choice but to pull on the disgusting clothes.
The shirt was just a bit too small for him by the time he got it on. It had stains, and the vest material was just thin enough to see his hairy chest though, most poked over the top like some cheap Italian car dealer. He tried to find a shirt that would look ok, but eventually went for just a leather vest. He was so warm, he couldn't bare putting on any more layers than he had too. Next were shorts. It turned out to be the hardest part to get on. His gut was getting bigger, and his arms thicker, he could barely reach the button as he sucked in as hard as he could and hooked it in. "BURRRRRRRRAAAP" "FRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT" The pressure released as a long belch and fart as he stood proud. "D-done...finally, ain't gonna fit dem college kids clothes no more cuz" before without thinking, he chewed and spat on his carpet. The thick black stain sinking in as he stepped over it towards the door. "I got's me a trucker to beat on" as he clapped his fists together. In Trents head. They'd been the ones to do this to him, and he was going to make them 'undo it' to him.
Several people looked at him as he walked down the road. Some in disgust, other bears like him seemed to leer as he passed. "Weirdos..." he muttered in his deepening trucker voice. As he walked, his steps wider, slower, heavier in his thick boots. His vest slowly began to ride up his growing gut, showing patches of sweat gathering under his arms, over his shoulders, under his belly…
By the time he finally arrived, he’d developed a full and thick beard, his head of hair however was nearly bald, his huge gut was hanging off him like a beer keg, forcing him to lean back slightly. He stank, like really he stank. More toilet than gym, his sweat hung from him like the matted hair growing over his entire body. It was like a warm blanket. A wet, stinky, warm blanket. Then, he saw it. The Red door. He could straight through into the smoky bar. The truckers and other drunk pub go'ers were standing inside. Drinking, smoking cigars, laughing louding and slapping each others bellies. As Trent approached, ready to break some skulls and get some answers...he paused. His steps slowed. He felt his anger slipping away from him, his clenched fists let go and by the time he reached the spot where he’d stood just last night. He came to a complete stop.
"Ya'll ok buddy?" A large bear with bright amber eyes approached. "Ya lost boy?" Boy? Trents mind snapped back to reality. Now his whole vision as this man. This MAN. He was taller than him. thicker, in muscle and fat, hairier, he looked- Trents thoughts paused...he looked he looks perfect. "Wait wots happenin?" Trent shook the thoughts out his head as the large Trucker put a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Can I ge' you a drink boy, ya'll look like ye' needs one" Before Trent could respond, he felt the mans thick arms wrap around him, his head forced into the man's own sweaty pecs and wet chest fur as he was litterilly CARRIED inside to the bar.
"Now wait jus' BURRRRP- a sec!" Trent tried to protest but was placed on a stall by the truckers bar and quickly found a large beer in front of him. The massive guy released Trent from his grip and took his own large beer in his own, larger hand. "So son, I'm Gaz, What's a young guy like ya' doin' ere? Got a rig I guess" Taking a long swing from the beer, leaving a thick foam in his beard. Trent steadied himself, his gut was now making it harder to move. His arms now rested at angles, his whole body was alien to him. He looked up at Gaz "I came to-BUUURP- came to errr… get back something-um….-BURRRRP- don't remember…." His voice trailed off. The hangover was back. His thoughts were getting foggy. Just looking at this huge trucker seemed to make his head…fuzzy?
He grabbed the beer instinctively and began to down it. His mind cleared slightly. "I wos ere' yesterday, I needed errr....help...I think...." Trent pleaded best he could. But Gaz just smirked. "Oh I bet I know, you probably left ya truck ere' and wondered off drunk ay? Atta boy, lets go see if can't find it" Almost as if being led on an invisible leash. Trent downed the last of his beer and quickly followed the lumbering hog outside. He could see other truckers and bears eyeing him. He could smell them too. Like a musky ripe pit. Like his truck. God he missed it.
He stumbled forwards over the door and slapped his beard into the wet belly of another sweaty bear. It was the trucker he'd sworn at yesterday. But neither of them regnoised each other. As Trent peeled himself off the guy. He could taste him. It was rank. Like sweaty ass and unwashed ripe gym socks. And Trent was in love…He looked up at the guy. His dick already hard as his drool joined with the guys chest hair. "S-sorry there Boss" He automatically blurted out as Gaz pulled him aside, fist bumping the Driver from last night. "This is Hog. Well, names proper is Brandy, but we all jus' call him Hog"
Brandy, or Hog the Driver, looked down at Trent. Who was suddenly feeling very small beside Gaz and Hog. "Nice to meet ya Pig. Don't I know ya from somewhere boy?" Hog said, leaning in. Trent could only huff the fumes coming off Hog. It was like he was supposed to be buried under his belly, licking his pits. It was Trents place he somehow thought. Hog meanwhile, thought that this cute pig looked just a bit like that arrogant drunk Jock that had a go at him here last night but... it couldn't be. While this strange imprinting was taking place between Hog and Trent. Gaz reached into Trets leather vest pocket and pulled out some large keys. "Ya'll a thick pig, got ya keys in ya damned vest pig" and Trent looked up at them, dangling in Gaz's filthy thick mitts. Hanging from a chain on the keys were the steel joined together letters, PIG.
Trent gulped. 'Was that him? Was HE....PIG? But...Pig was Trent. I mean, Trent was Trent.' He shook his head, again the thoughts were heavy and thick inside his head. Like he couldn't hold onto them for very long before it began to ache. Gaz smirked. "Better take ya boy Hog, looks like he needs ya" and before Trent knew what was happening he'd been shoved head first into Hogs wet forest of stank. He was led, blind as he breathed it in. His mind getting to know his master. Hog was all he needed now. He knew that was why he came. To find this...warm, stinky, place.
"Boy! - BURRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPP-" A belch so loud his ears shook was directed straight at his face as Hog threw him back into reality. "Look, It's OUR truck PIG" Pig looked up. Gaz was holding the keys out, but as he went to grab them Hog took them from above him. "This this is daddy hogs don' chu pig?" Trent the Pig looked down, then sniffed his pit. His beard was rank too now. It only stank of Hog. That's all he could smell. He nodded at Gaz and Hog just in time to hear a glass bottle come spinning over their heads.
"OI YA SKANKS!" Someone young from the college shouted out at the group of them stood outside the truckers bar. It looked like a load of sports nuts. One looked familiar but, was it a mate he knew? Hog held his pig tight. "I got cha Pig. Fu#k those jocks. They don't know what they're missing ay boy?" as he felt himself starting to need a piss, a wank, and food. A real hog had a lot to teach his new pig.
Pig smiled through his beard as Hog climbed into his truck. Gaz smiled and helped Pig to climb. His hands were thick and slippery with sweat. Plus his gut meant he could barely climb at all.
"God ya nasty! You damn scum bags!" a few more voices shouted out from the passing drunk jocks as Pig watched Gaz close the door behind him, sealing him with his daddy into the truck forever. It was ripe inside. It smelt like Hog. He leaned over. "So wher’ we goin boss?"
Hog slammed the rig into gear as he looked out and waved at Gaz who grinned back. "Well pig...your first job aint ta think...-BURRRRRAAAP- now get down on dat" He yanked down his yellow boxers to reveal a thick, meaty cock and huge balls. Both with heavy weights attached making them swing around as the truck shook. His rod bounced and dripped with sweat and pre cum. "Get ta it pig" and Pig leapt forwards. Diving down onto his shaft under the steering wheel and licking with all his might. He had to serve this monster. It was his duty to his boss. He was home. He couldnt imagine being anywhere else than under his boss, wet with sweat, he blew his load into his own shorts as his vest ripped down the sides and his huge gut finally solidified into an orb of solid mass. He'd never touch his dick or reach his balls again. He’d never wash or go to college. His life was forever changed. He was a Pig. “He Oinked and grunted loudly into Hogs gut and cock, hungrily sucking as the truck pulled out of town.
Gas smirked as it finally vanished from view. "That'll teach ya pig" he muttered proudly just as a jock threw a bottle that smashed in his direction. “Ya all nasty donkeys, the lot of you gay boys!” one of the bulkier
jocks shouted. Gaz sighed. “No rest of the wicked ay”
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"Oh shit sorry dude, I didn't mean to catch you off guard. I'm Josh nice to meet you."
"Bro you're chilling, fuck, I just like to be comfortable at home, hope you don't mind haha."
Brogan was vapid at best and brain dead at worse. The lumbering oaf didn't have a glimmer of thoughts behind his dull eyes as he spoke to Josh. Josh, admitted weirded out by Brogan's nudity, could bare it. He wasn't new to naked men, he was around them all the time in the locker room, just a little odd to experience it five feet from his dorm bed. Josh and Brogan continued to chat, though not really hitting it off. The social skills of Josh seemed to flounder against the brick wall of Brogan who's full attention seemed to be either his video game or scratching his balls. Fuck it, Josh needed to leave, he'd had enough of thr smell of Brogan. Josh went about his day chatting with friends about his odd new roommate though the wistful Josh eventually pushed it back of mind. Another night of parties and girls was enough to remedy him.
Upon returning to his dorm, Brogan was passed out. The sheets were no where to be found with his hairy body laying on the raw mattress, his hand draped on his dick and loud snores filling the room. Josh kept to his own and simply went out to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As he brushed his teeth, Josh drove his fingers into his mouth to fish out a hair. On further inspection, it was a dark brown pubic hair. "Dude that's so fucking nasty. How the hell did his pube end up in my toothbrush." Josh rinsed his mouth under the sink over and over in disgust. He'd have to talk to this ogre tomorrow about this weird shit. Josh went to bed and rolled his eyes at his new roommate.
In the night, Josh began to toss and turn. The fit jock's body began to elongate, stretch out across the mattress. His feed began to dangle off the bed, increasing in size. His shoulders pushed out and broadened. His thighs becoming more defined. This constant growth was drowned out by snoring harmonized between the two roommates. In a cold sweat, Josh awoke in the late morning. He looked over at Brogan's bed only to find the wrinkled bed empty. Then, Josh looked down at his own now naked body. Josh bolted up in shock. He ran to the bathroom to see his new massive frame. He stumbled over his large feet and almost fell through the door.
Fuck! The once slim jock had put on pounds and pounds of muscle. He frantically looked around the bathroom to cover up, grabbing an old pair of underwear. Oh god it was Brogan's. The pair looked like they'd barely fit around his thick glutes and growing bulge. Any of Josh's underwear were out of the question then. Josh's massive hands took ahold of his phone to snap a picture. This was real.
Josh fit himself into the pair of underwear. The fabric brushed again his dick and it jolted awake. Josh slept around but this was unlike anything he had felt before. It was primal, raw. The underwear strained against his enlarged member as it wrapped around his massive quads. A wet spot quickly formed against the material as pre-cum leaked voraciously. Josh fought against his own instincts in an attempt to make it to class. He threw on some more of Brogan's dirty laundry. His hulking frame shook the ground as he picked up a pair of gym shorts and a loose tank, though the smell didn't seem to both Josh anymore. As he walked to class, Josh couldn't focus on anything. His straining member took his entire attention as he tried to fumble with his bulge to no avail. His gait stretched out awkwardly to adjust for his half hard dick, his big paw like hands tugged at the wet spot in his pants, and he cursed under his breadth only to hear a booming a voice. This mouth breathing version of himself drew the attention of anyone who could see, hear, or smell. Josh continued to panic but his brain felt like it was on overdrive, barely able to form coherent thoughts. Josh's mind just about short circuited when he ran into a scantly clad cross country runner. The twink's firm bubble butt practically fell out of his running shorts fresh off of practice. Josh's dick stood at full mast, punching its way out of his shorts at a massive 10 inches all the while leaking a stream of pre-cum.
Josh ran from campus trying to cover up his rowdy penis. His massive feet carrying his broad shoulders as his pecs bounced with each step. As he ran, his hair darkened from his effortless blonde hair to darker shade of brown. Finally, Josh stopped by the shore and with no one around, he started to jerk off. What was he doing? The jock had no inhibitions, no thoughts, other than trying to relieve himself. He tossed off his clothes, leaving him in nothing but Brogan's tight underwear from before. Nothing felt better than what Josh was doing now, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Josh's toes curled on the side of the shoreline as he drove his dick into his hands, groaning, practically yelling at this point. Then Josh finished. Streams of cum launched from Josh's foot long penis, rewiring his very brain chemistry. He laid on the ground panting from exhaustion, but he wanted more. Josh's hand, still coated in cum, began to stroke his member once again. Josh was in heavy as he cum over and over and over again. Hours passed like minutes as he coated every crevice of his body in a rich creamy cum. The divots of his defined abs were soaked. His hands dripping. But nothing was enough. Finally, a man caught side of the 6' 3" giant by the shoreside. As the man approached, all he could hear were organismic moans. A meaty hand grabbed Josh by the shoulder, interrupting him mid-ejaculation. It was Brogan.
Rather than being met with shame, Josh proudly turned around, dick in hand.
"Woah, dude, is that you Josh?" Brogan asked. Josh nodded yes, but continued to stroke his dick incessantly. "Haha" Brogan boomed, "You've turned out even better than expected. Come on you dumb fuck, you've got a lot to learn."
The words meant almost nothing to Josh, but Brogan dragged Josh back to their dorm. Josh's dick grotesquely protruded from his underwear as Brogan walked him across campus. The two freaks were hard to not notice, especially as Josh walked back in nothing but underwear.
Back in the dorm, Josh looked at Brogran with nothing but lust as he looked at Brogan. Brogan was overjoyed, "Josh! Look at you man, you're an absolute beast now, haha! Doesn't it feel great just letting everything go, I knew you'd give in to that primal desire, fuck dude, let's fucking go." But Josh stood their drooling both from his mouth and from his leaking penis. All he cared about was flexing and finding something to get off to. "You're not done yet buddy, I've got to teach you a few more things before you're my perfect roomie alright?"
Brogan sat down Josh. The dimly lit dorm and stench ridden sofa were Josh's new forever home. Brogan flicked on the TV. "This'll really drive you mad."
"All I am is porn. I am a worthless gooner. All I know is porn..." Josh continued.
Josh sat there stroking his dick without hesitation. But as he reached his climax, Brogan slapped his hands away. Josh struggled in pain as pre-cum flooded his shaft, but he didn't cum. Brogan released his hands and Josh, still transfixed on the TV continued to stroke. His veiny dick pulsated and grew in girth, but again right before he came, Brogan restrained him. Josh yelled in euphoric agony, his mind grinding down into nothing. Hours went by, and Brogan kept training Josh. As Josh's hands shriveled from the cum that coat his hands, Brogan handed him a pocket pussy. Freshly used and Josh's new best friend -- plastic -- was put to good use, but again right before Josh finished, Brogan stopped him.
"All I am is porn. I am a worthless gooner. All I know is porn..."
Josh sat there, day in and day out, gooning to whatever Brogan flicked on the TV. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. Josh's once overly muscular body began to slim out as his own exercise was constantly edging himself. Brogan treated Josh just like his personal sex. He would pleasure himself with whatever toys Brogan would provide to him. Whether fucking a plastic pussy and licking his own cum out of it, or rimming himself with a massive dildo, Josh would do whatever it took to cum, but he never could. Right before he cam, his body would shut off, leaving Josh in a state of pleasure and pain. All day and night, Josh would sit on that couch. His facial hair continued to grow out, and his stench only worsened. Brogan didn't mind, however. The drooling fucker made for the perfect roommate.
Josh was nothing more than a pathetic gooner now, Brogan's gooner to be specific. He chased the unending desire for pleasure, only to be stopped right before he could cum. He thought of nothing other than what object nearest him would bring him the most amount of pleasure, only to fall short every single time. His brain had completely turned off. He was desperate, but his body kept him pinned to the couch. Any time he would try and leave, his knees buckled under the organismic pleasure of his dick jolting awake. It needed his constant attention, and Josh could think or do nothing else. Sometimes Josh would pass out, only to wake up with a puddle of pre cum on the sofa. He'd lap up the cum and finger his mouth as he tried to reach ejaculation. Occasionally Brogan would get back from class or playing video games at his desk to sit by Josh. The fiend would dive into his armpits, grabbing onto whatever parts of Brogan he could in a desperate attempt to cum. The freak was fiendish, frantically rubbing his cum soiled body up and down, begging to be fucked harder. Brogan loved when he begged for it.
As the two fucked on the rancid couch, Josh begged for more. Brogan rammed him again and again, shaking the entire dorm, moaning out in pleasure. Josh was nearly there, he whimpered out, "please" the first time he'd spoken an actual word in weeks, begging to be fucked just a little bit more, he was so close he could feel it. Just then, Brogan came inside of Josh, flooding him. Brogan kept going, sliding in and out as cum filling his inside. Josh was on the edge still, feverishly worshipping Brogan. Brogan, again came inside of Josh. Brogan kept going to Josh's delight, but by the third climax, Josh realized he was never going to cum. Brogan had fucked every part of his body as hard as humanly possible, over and over again, but it was not enough. Brogan ripped his foot long penis out of Josh as Josh gushed cum from his leaking hole. Josh had practically passed out, but all the same he was no closer to cumming.
As Josh looked over at Brogan, who had passed out from exhaustion, Josh glanced back at his side of the dorm. His bed looked the same as it did the day he left in Brogan's underwear, untouched since then. Josh, for but a moment, thought about getting up, returning to his bed and returning to his life outside of Brogan. He could barely remember what that life was even like. But these thoughts were quickly erased by the raging boner he had between his legs. And so, rather than getting up, escaping his life on the couch, he reached his left hand into his ass to coat it in Brogan's cum, and began to hopeless jerk off once again. Josh was forever a slave to his primal desires, and forever prey to Brogan, the apex predator.
Amanda wiped a few tears from her eyes as she looked into the mirror at her puffy eyes and ruined makeup. This was supposed to be a fun weekend trip with friends. But she didn’t want to be just friends with Brad. She had come to love everything about him: his kind personality, his respectfulness, and physically- he was exactly her type. But while Amanda developed feelings for the blond college jock, he never seemed to view her as anything more than a friend. But she always hoped that maybe one day he would.
“I just wish I could get over him.” She mumbled, drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep, barely registering the odd symbols glowing on the wall.
Meanwhile, Brad sat at the edge of his bed, feeling like shit. He replayed the events of that night in his head- Amanda bringing up her feelings and him awkwardly turning her down. Brad massaged his temples. He knew she had feelings for him, and honestly he had feelings for her. But he was hesitant, worried about their friendship.
“I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” He mumbled, stripping off his shirt, pants, and boxers. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror, “Could use a good workout.” As he turned towards his bed, he noticed the glowing symbols on the wall around him, “What the fuck...”
He saw them when they first arrived, but didn’t think much of it given it was an older home. Now that they were glowing, his curiosity peaked. As he reached out to touch one, several glowing orbs emerged from the symbol, dancing around the room. Brad yelped in surprise, turning to leave, but suddenly finding he couldn’t move.
“What the hell? Help!” But his words were only a hoarse whisper.
“Is this him?” Brad felt a cold sweat wash over him as he heard the voice.
“Yeah that’s the one!” Another voice cooed.
“I can totally see why she’s into him.” Another voice giggled.
Brad was terrified. Sure the house was old, but haunted? There was no way. He moved his eyes around frantically, eventually landing on his own frozen form in the mirror across from him.
“Hmm but that seems to be the problem!” One of the orbs approached him, “She’s totally into blonds.” Brad watched in shock as the orbs moved through his hair, each blond follicle changing and becoming darker until settling on a dark black. Simultaneously, he involuntarily raised his arms, where a few more of the orbs tickled his pits, the hair there changing too.
“H-how?” Brad strained to ask the simple question.
“Hmm but that won’t be enough!” one of the orbs said, “She loves a clean shaven man.”
Brad recoiled as the orbs began to move across his body. Each area they touched, became increasingly itchy. He grunted in frustration as the itchiness became unbearable. However, the feeling peaked and calmed as hair follicles began to push out from his previously well-shaven body. Tiny black hairs emerged from his chest, shoulders, crotch, arms, and legs. The jock’s face was no exception as the dark hairs emerged, giving him a small beard. His body turned, so that he could see how hairy his ass and back had become. But to his horror, the hair began to thicken, covering him in a thick pelt.
“Almost missed a spot!” Brad raised his arms and the orbs worked on growing out and thickening his pit hair.
Brad felt his frustration building, “Why are you doing this?” He forced out. Brad was happy with his appearance- blond, clean-shaved, muscular- and he knew that women liked it too. He couldn’t be seen like this! And he couldn’t even imagine how long it would take to shave.
“He doesn’t seem to be enjoying it!” A voice whined.
“Don’t worry, we can change that!”
Brad watched as a few of the dancing lights moved towards his cock. He tried to move out of the way, but his resistance faded as they began to massage him, the pleasure causing him to moan. He had never felt anything like it- the sensation as they bobbed up and down on his cock, which had quickly hardened at the sensation. He could barely focus as they continued to dance around him, the jock’s mind consumed with pleasure.
“See! He looks so happy!” The one celebrated as Brad let out another silent moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His arms moved freely, as he rubbed his hairy chest and massaged his nipples, “See he’s sooooo into it!”
“Let’s focus now! Poor Amanda. Always attracted to guys with big muscles.”
As Brad rubbed his hairy chest, he felt his firm pecs start to soften. As he pushed on them, it felt like they were deflating- losing the definition he had worked so hard to get. The jock forced himself to open his eyes, doing his best to resist the pleasure. He wished he hadn’t. Brad watched as his muscular frame began to shift. His pecs had already deflated, and his abdominal muscles followed, quickly losing definition. His arms were not spared as his biceps and triceps atrophied before his eyes. The jock grunted as he felt his shoulders press in on themselves as his back muscles decayed, leaving him more narrow and lanky.
“Wa-wait, please... stop...” He said between pants. He let out another grunt though as a thin layer of fat began to cover his lanky body, a small paunch protruding from where his abs had been.
“Aww don’t cry Brad.” A voice cooed, “Just focus on the pleasure.” Brad moaned and threw his head back as the pleasure in his dick intensified.
“But while he’s definitely not her type now, there’s always still a chance.” A voice whispered, disapprovingly.
Brad felt a shift in his mind as his sexuality flip- a sudden need for cock down his throat or up his ass invading his thoughts. And as these thoughts became cemented, he felt an inward pulling from his dick. He watched as his manhood shrunk- as it did the pleasure there moved to his ass. He moaned as he grabbed his ass and explored his hole with his fingers.
“Th-this isn’t right!” He huffed, wincing at the higher pitch of his voice. He had never played with his ass like this, yet now he couldn’t help it, the pleasure there dwarfing anything he had experienced from his dick, “Y-you can’t leave me like this!”
“Don’t worry Brady.” A voice whispered in his ear.
Brad was about to respond when he felt an intense pressure in his head. It felt like something was trying to push him out of his own mind.
“Amanda likes him for his kindness and respectfulness.” A voice giggled, “I doubt she’ll care for slutty and judgy!”
The jock became aware of a new set of memories- his time sucking off the football team, the men who bent him over, and the nights he would spend clubbing and partying. He had become a total size queen too, only caring to suck or get fucked by hung men. And as these new interests blossomed, he could sense this new personality pushing him out.
“No stop!” He moaned, “This isn’t real!” He was holding on desperately to his old memories, to who he was.
“We’re doing this for Amanda.” Brad’s eyes widened in confusion, “Just give in to the pleasure.”
Brad moaned, trying to resist. Part of him knew if he gave into the pleasure, it would be over for him. But just as he got closer to climaxing there was a knock on the door. The orbs vanished and the symbols stopped glowing. Brad fell to the ground, huffing, his small cock still rock hard and his ass throbbing with pleasure.
“Fuck.” He whispered, moving his once restrained limbs, “Need to find Amanda.” His thoughts were a mess- his old personality still present, while the new one continued to try and dominate.
The former jock threw on a pair of underwear and opened the door, desperate to find help. However, standing at the door was one of his teammates.
“Shit!” Brad said, again wincing at his voice. Nick looked at him, seemingly confused, “You’ll never believe me man but...” Brad stopped midsentence, his eyes traveling down Nick’s muscular and bare torso. His eyes landed on Nick’s compression shorts, where an evident bulge was growing. He bit his lip- what would it be like to have that python down his throat?
“Oh uh hey man.” Nick replied, the confusion leaving his face, “You’re Amanda’s friend, right? Brady?” Brad felt his heart sink- did Nick not remember him? The concern dissipated though as Brad refocused on the growing bulge in Nick’s pants, “Uh so...” Brad continued to stare at Nick's bulge, “Uh yeah I was wondering if...”
Brad wanted to resist, to push Nick away and find Amanda, but as he stared at the growing snake in Nick’s shorts, he gave in, “I can help you with that.” Nick grinned and without hesitation, pushed Brad back into the room.
The next morning, Amanda woke up and slowly got out of bed. As she entered the hallway, she watched the door to Brad’s room open. She grew confused when a sweaty Nick walk out, a stupid grin on his face.
“What the fuck?” Amanda whispered.
“Oh hey Amanda!” Nick said, blushing, “Uh yeah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head, “Uh thanks for bringing Brady.”
Amanda was about to ask what the fuck he was talking about, but Nick quickly darted to his room. She narrowed her eyes and walked over to Brad’s room, intent on finding out what that was all about.
“Hey Brad, what...” Her eyes landed on a man swiping on his phone in Brad’s bed, someone who she didn’t even recognize. But before she could say anything, something clicked in her head. That was Brady, her gay best friend. He had insisted he come along when he saw the guys who would be going. Amanda sighed, this was so typical of him, “So, had fun last night?”
Brady looked up from Grindr and giggled, “Hun, you have no idea.”
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