We’ve got a big problem. You’re auntie told me never to come home from the gym smelling like an animal ever again. Well I didn’t have time to shower because I had to come pick you up from dance class. How about this? Since I went outta my way to rush over here and get you, and since there’s nowhere I can shower…how about, you lick your dear old uncle clean? Come on, it’s mostly my pits and swamp ass that are bad. A few minutes of that wide flat tongue of yours passing through the nasty bits and the smell will get much better. You can swallow all that stink and no one will be the wiser… Look it’s not hard to figure out you want me. You look at me like I’m in a marvel movie. You’re so busy gawking most times you don’t notice I’m looking at you to boy. Right now seeing that bulge grow in those ballet tights is making me think I might let you do more than lick. Aren’t you curious what a man my size and my build smells like? Give us a lil lick. It tastes as good as it smells… Remember make your tongue as wide and flat as you can really clean me. If you do a good job, we’ll continue this tonight.
“Come in. You did clock out right?... Good. Stand there in front of my desk. You have been acting weird this afternoon. You are having difficulty walking and you keep itching your ass. Care to tell me what the fuck is up with you?... Sore back? Really? I would have thought it was the fact that Kowalski shoved his Polish sausage in your ass during lunch….
“You look surprised. Don’t be. Look what you do during your lunch is really up to you. But don’t be bringing that shit to your duties. I can’t have that throwing off the work. You understand?... Good. Have any questions?... None? Really? What surprises me is that you haven’t asked me how I found out. Aren’t you curious?... No? Well let me tell you anyways.
“You see Kowalski and I go way back to our days in the Corps. We share with each other our conquests. And right after lunch he said to me ‘I just popped a five day load in new boy’s faggot ass.’ Is that true?... No, no, no. We already established that he fucked you ass. I am asking if you are a faggot.... You don’t seem to understand. Are you gay or are you a faggot? There’s a difference, a big difference.... You still look confused. Being gay is that you prefer to be with men with all that rainbow shit and all. Being a faggot means you crave being treated like shit, called names, pissed on, smacked around, laughed at by naturally superior men.
“Kowalski was saying that you got more excited when he smacked your ass. It was when he told you to clean off his cock afterwards and you said ‘Yes Sir.’ that he knew. So are you a faggot? Don’t fucking nod. Say it.... See, that wasn’t hard. Now Kowalski, he likes submissive bitches to a certain extent, but that’s not what he’s after. He prefers to fuck holes, both men and women. And that’s pretty much all he’s after. Other than fucking them, he’s not into faggots at all. That’s not his thing.
“It’s mine though. Yeah faggot, he passed you on to me. Heh heh heh. I always love this moment when a faggot presents himself to me. You want this too, don’t you?... Just nod. Good fag. Such a pretty face. One that needs a fucking face slap. Like that. Faggot, that should remind you that I am your superior and you are a piece of shit with two holes to fuck. I do it when I fuck, after I dump my load, and most of the time just for fun. I love just walking by a faggot on the site and reminding him of his place with a firm slap. It’s been a long time since I had an honest to god faggot working for me.
“Strip out of those fucking clothes. Fuck yeah. Boy you are getting me a chubby. You got a nice body there. It’s going to look so much better covered in my piss. I hope you like piss, because I love unload a bladder full on,... and in you. Oh shit that ass! Get your face on the floor and your ass up high. I want to inspect that cunt. Damn, you didn’t even clean up after Kowalski corn holed you. This is such a mess. I love it.
“Reach back here and finger your cunt. I want to see what’s left of that cum sludge. From this point on, you are to refer to this hole as a cunt. It isn’t an asshole or a shithole. Real men have shitholes. And you will never be a real man. Never. You know the difference between a pussy and a cunt? A pussy is a hole on someone a real man wants to be with. The only thing a man wants from a cunt is to get his nut off; he doesn’t give a shit about what the fuck the cunt is attached to. In other words I don’t give a shit about you. You’ve been fingering the cunt something good. Pull it out, and let me see. Fuck. You got a real good spooge stew going on. Clean off your finger. Damn I didn’t even need to ask twice. You really are a pig.
“That’s good, because when I fuck, I go back and forth between holes. And you into shit? No? Well then make sure the cunt is cleaned out. Your mouth will always clean off my cock’s cunt crud regardless of what makes up the crud. You are also going to clean up my shithole. Every day you report up here at the end of your shift, strip, and climb under my rim seat, and wait. In fact, let’s get you underneath that seat now. I keep it in this storage closet along with a small platform. You are to place the rimseat on the platform in the center of the room and lie under it. Go on get underneath. Always put your body behind the seat so that when I sit down, I don’t see you, or hear you or feel you other than your tongue slurping up the rankness of my shit slit. When you get set up under, closed the toilet lid down on your toilet face like this. Then you wait. It might be a few minutes or an hour.
“But when I come back, the first thing I will do is open up the lid and use your mouth like this. First time you see my dick isn’t it? It’s fat and hangs low right? Don’t worry, it’s a grower and a shower. Let me skin back and show you my dick cheese. Faggot that cheese is all yours. When the lid is opened, your tongue should be out and your mouth open. Good faggot. Swallow my piss. And don’t worry if I should miss your mouth. Your face, hell your eyes, is just as good of a place to target. Drink what you can.
“Throughout the day you will be drinking my piss. Not just mine but any guy on the site. Oh yes the other men will have access to you. When Kowalski told me he fucked you, he did it in front of Harrison, Davidson, Smith, and Dupont. None will use you the way I will. Mostly blowjobs. They may fuck you. They all have access to you, and you will obey them. Kowalski will probably use you daily. Swallow my last drops. You are such a good faggot.
“Now, this is the test that separates the faggots from the wannabes. After Kowalski told me and the other guys he stretched your cunt, I went to take a shit. I didn’t bother to wipe. That was four hours ago. It’s gonna be real nasty for you. Wait, did I just see you reach for your dick? I do not allow faggots to please themselves. But you know what? I’m in a good mood. Go ahead and jerk off if you want. If you should cum though, you should know I aint stopping, and neither will your tongue.
“Also, tomorrow is Saturday, you are going to meet me at my place at noon. Kowalski will probably be there, and so will the other guys. We are going to lock that cock of yours up. It won’t be of use to you anymore. Then you are going to be used throughout the entire weekend. That includes toilet paper service like now. You are really pounding that pud. You ready to clean me up? If you do a good job, my dick will churn your butt butter.”
Whenever he texted you to come over he'd keep the door unlocked and you'd walk in and immediately get on your hands and knees and crawl to him. He'd always be gaming with his headphones on and pay no attention to you at all. You'd immediately start massaging his sweaty smelly dirty workout socked feet while kissing and sniffing them simultaneously. This usually went on for two or three hours, no stopping, no rest, because you had been trained from the first time that if you hesitated or tried to rest in any way, he slaps you hard across your face with those stinking socked feet. And that left your ears ringing and your face stinging and red. When he took off his earphones and put down the controls you knew it was time for you to blow him. He still paid no attention to you unless he had to slap or kick you for doing something wrong or if he felt like really skull fucking you, grabbing your head and fucking your mouth like the cunt it is. After he shot his load in your mouth and you swallowed it, you said thank you and crawled back to the door and left for the night. Until the next time he texts you. And he told you if you missed coming to service him even once, or tried to give any excuses as to why you couldn't make it, you'd never see him again. The best part was getting home and having your face and your nostrils still stinking like his sweaty dirty socks as you lay in bed jerking off to everything that had just happened. He fucking owned you, sock sniffer.
I’ve always wanted to be overly modified. Huge. Muscles. And hairy. Can you help me achieve my overly modified dreams? When people see me I want them to say FREAK!!
Yeah I hear you dude. I want to be a freak to one day. Let’s get you going going on that journey the way most guys do, STEROIDS! Now, these aren’t your typical roids though. They’re top secret highly potent ones so in a way you’re an experiment here. Yeah just take those pills, I know they’re big but you need them. Mmm yeah man! They seem to be working pretty quick! See how your veins are standing out and pulsing? The roids are dissolving and going right to work. Feel the power as your body starts to bulk up. You’re getting taller and wider as everything in your body is converting to muscle. Hehe I see you sneaking a peak between your legs bro, yeah your dick and balls are changing too. Feel how heavy and swollen your balls are now? Well you have much higher testosterone now. As your muscles keep swelling that added testosterone is causing your hair to grow in fast. Mmm look at the sexy beard. Yeah man you can flex as you grow.
You’re looking good but you’re not quite there yet. You feel that bro? You’re abs are expanding and getting hard like a brick wall. It’s not just your chest that’s gonna stick out. Oh no, your abs will as a hard muscle gut from now on too. Every part of you is swallowed up by thick muscle now. Even your brain is changed to only focus on muscle cause this is only the beginning bro. You’re a freak for sure now but you know deep down that you can still be bigger. I don’t know how you’re gonna find clothes to wear though bro. Probably just gonna have to go naked and show people what a beast you really are. 😈💪
“You can come out of the bathroom now! Or, I can break in, grab you by the hair, and drag you out by it. Your husband isn’t coming home for a while. The man that hired me saw to that. Now come out, we need to talk. I’ll wait here all night. I know you know the trouble your husband Rick got the two of you in. I also know that there’s no escape from that bathroom, and I saw your phone on the kitchen counter after I let myself in with your husband’s keys. So, you can’t call for help. You know he handed his keys to me knowing full well that I was coming here to fuck you....
"That’s what I’m here to do, and I’m not going to leave here until my dick has stretched your throat, tore up your ass, and unload my bull balls into your pussy. I am not leaving until my load is in you. The Boss would shoot my cock off if I didn’t follow his orders to the letter. He told me to rape you, and that’s what’s going to happen. See, my dick is fucking huge. I took a pill and it’s ready to go for hours. There’s not a woman who hasn’t screamed when I slam into her. You know, the longer you take to come out here, the angrier I become which makes me fuck harder.
"Get out here now!… Let me get a good look… What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? You were supposed to be a broad. You’re not the wife of… Wait a minute! Rick’s a fag? No wonder he didn’t put up resistance when giving his keys to me. Uh uh. I ain’t fucking no fag. Not going to happen. I’m going to tell my boss he’s going to have to get someone else. Did you just smirk at me? What the hell was funny?… Oh fuck!… Oh fuck! I am not fucking you…. Goddammit! I can’t not fuck you. Fuck, I’m so fucked. The Boss is expecting me to fuck you. There’s no way in hell I can tell him no.
"Fuck. You know what? I’m going to do it! That pill has me rock hard, ever since I arrived. I’m gonna fucking fuck you. Get the fuck on the bed. The hell? In the all the years I have been fucking for the Boss, no one made a bee line to the bed. You faggots are weird. Let’s do this. Legs up!… See how big it is? I bet you don’t get fucked that often by something this huge?… Oh no. Oh hell no. I don’t care where the lube is. I’m going in fucking dry. This isn’t about you lubing up your ass in order to take my baseball bat in your ass. There’s no way I am fucking a fag, not without that same fag screaming in pain. So which is it? Your left ball or your left eye? I gotta punch something. Ah-Ha! There’s the resistance I’ve been waiting for. Fuck that’s hot. Too late to say, I’m starting with your balls. Oh yeah! I think this fag shit may turn out to be a lot of fun.”
I told my stepdad one night in our motel room — we had a habit of booking one on the outskirts of town once a month, mainly to fuck and make out without my mom/his ex-wife knowing — how much I admired his belly. He wasn’t fat; he was beefy and substantial, and it drove me mad. I loved bouncing on his huge cock while rubbing and kissing and worshiping his big daddy belly.
“You could have one, if you wanted. You just gotta cut down on all that exercise you do!”
I laughed, but then sighed. Having a bigger belly would bring me closer to my stepdad, in some vague way; I wanted a belly, but there’s no quick way to get fat, not the size he’d need to get to match his stepdad.
“It takes years, doesn’t it? I want one now... and I don’t think I could keep eating that much. I’ve never had much of an appetite.”
“Hmm, yeah,” my stepdad agreed. But then he got a twinkle in his eye. “I have a different idea.” Next thing I knew, he was balls deep in me, panting about how much he loved me; it was our first time ever without a condom. First times, I should say — we fucked three times that night.
Nine months later and my belly is bigger than his. My stepdad gave me twins that day; my brothers, my sons.
I finally feel my stepdad’s equal with my own huge belly. We fuck nearly every day, rubbing our bellies together — his, a firm, hirsute bedrock of masculinity; mine, also firm, but soft and feminine and maternal. He’s completed me, if only temporarily.
I already told him once I give birth that I’m going to expect more. I’m not going back to having a flat belly with abs. My only future now is endless pregnancy.
He agrees. We threw out the box of remaining condoms. We’ll never need them again.
“You don’t think I’m crazy right? Say it. Say you don’t think I’m crazy. Good boy. Everyone I’ve ever been with says I’m too controlling and jealous. They don’t understand my love. You do don’t you? I want you to smell like me at all times. You’re never to be out of my sight. It’s not cause I want to control you. It’s just cause you’re mine. I feel sick when you’re not right next to me. Rub on my pit. I think my scent is fading”
I have a kid his age, so it’s a little weird. It was at first anyway, but then I got into it. I like the way he’s always ready for me. Obedient and loyal, like a cross between a faithful son and a beloved pet. He purrs when I put my fingers inside of him. He’s kinkier than I am, which I like: he keeps me on my toes and I never quite know what filthy thing is going to emerge from his mouth next.
“Let me be your animal forever, Daddy,” he whispers to me.
I tell him that I will, but first, I’m going to eat his heart. Gobble him up from the inside out. He shivers at that, giggles, and lets me do things to him that I pray my own son never finds out about.
My good bud @undietales is in the thick of his celebratory storython, so you’ll be seeing some of the longer pieces popping up here over the next few days, in a salute to his ample… talents.