Every Wednesday night, Thomas logged onto his computer by habit. Opening a video chat app, he clicked on the link to a meeting that had already been setup. Instantly his image appeared in his house, shirtless and hairy, the only one present. He sat there silently waiting, feeling his thoughts begin to empty.
He never knew when it had started, but he had been doing it now for every week he could remember. There must have been a time before these calls when he hadn't logged in every Wednesday, but those seemed imaginary, almost like he had been a completely different person.
His gaze focused on himself with nothing else to capture his attention. He knew it was himself pictured in the screen, but at the same time the man was a stranger.
He studied the smooth balding head before bringing his attention to the dense grey beard consuming his lower face. The man was heavy in the right areas. He had thick arms and a thick chest, but they were soft. His pecs spilling out under his shoulders atop a pillow of his belly, his arms heavy weights pressing in on them. It was as if muscles had been replaced with cushiony fat.
Thomas felt trapped in this body, stuck with habits he couldn't seem to get rid of. His diet was definitely something else, eating more than he needed. Completely forgetting to shave. His thoughts seemed to grow slower every week, forcing him to quit his desk job and move to security, stuck sittin on his ass all day eating and nothing else.
Suddenly, a voice broke out of the speakers, a voice that he instantly recognized despite never remembering. It was the stranger from the previous weeks. “Good evening, Daddy bear”
As if shocked, his body sat up straight, eyes straight, and memories came flooding back with the trigger as a wave of exhaustion swept over him, swiping his thoughts away. His eyes lifted to the screen, unable to focus, unable to do anything but listen to words he could never remember. Words that made him forget to shave. Words that made him pay no notice of his abundant body hair. Words that made him grow fatter each week, weaker, compliant. Soft round tits sitting atop a rotund complacent gut. Each week, becoming a more submissive daddy bear.
As the voice spoke, Thomas felt his mind forgetting himself, changing to accommodate each order.
The voice then commanded him to rub his nipples, and before he knew it his hands were on them. The simple touch was static, his hands following the order on their own, rubbing and squeezing, pulling pleasure from his body. As the fingers continued to knead he felt his head flood with endorphins, overwhelming any rational thoughts, shutting down to the chemicals. He felt himself getting closer and closer, his body beginning to quiver when his eyes rolled back as he arched his back, the orgasm hitting without warning.
Thomas’s mind slowly came back, confused and in a daze sitting in front of a blank screen, with no memory of the nights events. His cheeks flushed as he felt a warmth between his legs, and he knew he had cum. He had no idea how it happened, every Wednesday sitting in front of his computer, but he knew he was done for now. Somehow deep down he knew he'd be sitting back here next Wednesday.
