Popular Post Duffy17 Posted January 4, 2015 Popular Post Share Posted January 4, 2015 Vincent Robertson hated his stepson, David, with a fiery passion. Ever since he’d married David’s mother, the kid had been a complete nuisance to him: ignoring his orders, rolling his eyes at his advice, and going so far as to be a queer. All of his friends gave Vincent crap for raising a fag, to which Vincent frequently responded with, “The shit’s not even mine!” When David left the state for college, Vincent was over the moon. The gay kid was no longer under his roof, no longer using up any of his money. However, he hadn’t considered Christmas Break, scowling on the inside as he drove up to the airport to pick up his stepson since his wife had to go out of town on a last-minute business meeting and practically had to beg her husband to pick up her son. Since she was supposed to be gone for the next three days, Vincent was all prepared to invite the new secretary from his work over for the weekend to have some fun. But, now that David’s coming, that plan flew out of the window. Instead, he decided to take her out to dinner, having to waste money on an expensive dinner just to get some. “Stupid fag,” Vincent muttered to himself as he parked in the Arrival’s Terminal at the airport, further scowling when he saw David, suitcase in hand, walk over to the Mustang. “New car?” David mused as he hopped inside. “Yeah,” Vincent grunted, “don’t mess up the leather.” The small car had been sort of a mid-life’s crisis present to himself. Although some may say thirty-nine was too young to have a crisis, Vincent was a little bummed as every morning he saw his jet black hair grow some grays on his sideburns. His chiseled face sprouted small wrinkles along his eyes and mouth. For the past couple months, he’d been hitting the gym, building up some bulk, trying to get back the body he’d had as a varsity baseball player in high school. Vincent by no means was unfit. He still had a hint of a six pack and had beautifully sculpted pecs and biceps that always strained against his shirts. The female coworkers at his job always marveled at his physique, even getting a chance to feel and ride. Vincent’s body was his most prized possession, and the fact that he was getting older killed him. “Yeah, one of the professors has this same model,” David mused, sending a quick text to someone. “He’s eighty-two and still teaching. Pretty cool, if you ask me.” Vincent rolled his eyes, trying desperately not to choke the kid beside him. “So, your mom gets back in three days. She rode with a co-worker, so you can use her car if you wanna.” David nodded. The rest of the ride was filled with awkward silence. When Vincent finally pulled up into the garage, he was too eager to jump out of his car and rush inside. “I’m going out, so you’re on your own for dinner,” he called, rushing upstairs to get ready for his fuck session with his secretary. He went into the bathroom connected to the master bedroom to begin his grooming. Giving a low sigh, he stared at the little wisps of gray that were in his sideburns. There were now thirteen gray hairs instead of just the eleven he counted last week. Luckily, the hair on top of his head hadn’t been contaminated from the grays, nor his neatly trimmed goatee. He took out his electric razor from the drawer, remembering his secretary noting how she hated hairy men, preferring the shaven look. After a couple minutes, he shaved off his goatee and the stray hairs that were on his chest. Vincent had never had an extremely hairy chest, most of the little hairs centered around his nipples, but he figured that he should shave it to up his chances of sex. After a quick shower, he changed into a button shirt and some dark jeans. As he walked downstairs towards the door, he noticed David relaxing on the couch, sipping a dark liquid from a small, clear glass. “You get into my liquor?” Vincent asked, cocking his eyebrow at the eighteen year old. “Nope, it’s my own,” David answered in a monotone, not removing his gaze from the TV. Vincent jerked back a little bit, actually feeling a little respect for his stepson who had snuck alcohol into his checked luggage. “Yeah?” he asked, intrigued. “What’d you bring?” He walked down the stairs and over to the couch. David swirled the caramel-colored liquid around in the glass, staring at it as he spoke. “It’s homemade liquor from this guy who wanted my nuts. Kind of strong though. You probably couldn’t handle it.” “What makes you say that?” Vincent asked, folding his powerful arms over his beefy chest. Back in college, he was always the major partier, which had led to his getting kicked out of said college. “Everyone knows that old people lose their tolerance for alcohol,” David stated as if Vincent should have already known that fact, making the older man red in the face. “Pour me a glass,” he grunted, ready to drink his stepson under the table. David shrugged and shuffled his feet to the kitchen. He came back with a full-sized glass filled to the brim with the liquid. “Here you go, Tough Guy,” he snickered. “Take baby sips.” “Hundred bucks says I can down this entire glass in under two minutes,” Vincent smirked. If he could accomplish that feat, then David would wind up paying for him to fuck his secretary. David glanced at the clock on the wall. “Okay, go!” he shouted. Vincent brought the glass to his lips, taking a little sip at first, and then chugging down the liquid. David was such a light-weight, he thought to himself. There was practically zero burn from the alcohol or any alcohol taste at all. The drink kind of reminded him of flat cola in a way, just a little bitter. In under a minute, Vincent emptied the glass, letting out a loud belch. “Thought you said it was strong, ” he smirked, “now pay up.” He held out his hand for his winnings, expectantly. David’s mouth curved up into an eat-shit smile. “I know you’re planning to fuck Rachel,” he laughed. “And you drank the whole thing. I don’t know what that’s going to do, I’ve only seen what little sips can do.” Vincent was about to ask what David was talking about, a little nervous about his wife finding out about his infidelities. Then he immediately felt a pang of pain in his gut, a burning heat beginning to radiate throughout his body. “The fuck are you drinking?” he gasped, sweat beading up on his forehead. He fell to his knees and attempted to unbutton his shirt that was getting drenched in sweat. His body felt like it was on fire, burning up with an intense heat that stung like a bitch. David continued to laugh. “I’m drinking tamarind juice. God awful, but it sure got you interested. I guess I should tell you that that guy at college gave me that bottle you just drank as a gift. He said that it would give a person their just desserts.” “I’ll fucking kill you for poisoning me,” Vincent snarled though gritted teeth. The heat took over his entire body and he collapsed, everything going black. *** The faint winter sun filtered in through the window in the master bedroom as it set for the night, waking up the passed out man on the bed. Vincent grunted and stretched out his limbs, hearing his back give a satisfying POP! Immediately remembering the events that occurred a couple hours ago, Vincent shot up and frantically looked around his room. Everything seemed normal: he was alone in his bed. David was a weak fag and no way could he have carried the older man up the stairs, so it all had to have been a bad dream. Vincent chuckled at the thought of his pathetic stepson poisoning him with a bottle of potion that some gay wizard concocted. He slumped off the bed and headed to the bathroom to take another shower before his date as he smelt really musky. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock as he strolled, mentally deciding to handle it in the shower. Vincent walked into the bathroom, flipping the light on and looking into the mirror. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” he shouted at the reflection that stared back at him. Where a good-looking, clean shaven man was supposed to be standing was a giant muscled-up, gay fantasy. Vincent was huge, mega huge. His width had nearly doubled in size, his shoulders crazy broad, accentuated by a thick back that would definitely impede his ability to walk through standard-sized doors without having to turn sideways. He had two giant melons implanted into his chest, his pecs ballooning off of him. The pec shelf must have jut out at least seven inches in front of him, with enlarged nipples that hovered out an extra inch. At first, Vincent thought his sight was blurry, but he soon found that his new chest was dusted with gray hair, not just near his nipples. In fact, his sick pack (which rested on a smaller waist), gigantic tits, and elongated nipples were surrounded by a matt of gray hair. “Oh shit!” he yelled when he saw his face in the mirror. Vincent ran up to the counter, and running a shaky hand through his new hair. What had been jet black with just a few stray grays had become salt-and-pepper, with much more salt than pepper. His goatee even grew back, taking on the gray color scheme. His biceps seemed a little fuller, as did his legs. However, it seemed that most of the muscle growth was concentrated in his chest, mainly his massive pecs. He looked like one of those muscled-up silver daddies that were on gay porn sites. “This is just a dream,” he muttered to himself. “Just go back to sleep, and everything will be fine.” He turned around, and nearly cried in agony at what he saw. His ass jutted out a good ten inches from his back, creating a perfect right angle with his back. He grabbed at it in disbelief, feeling the smooth skin underneath the wiry hair, sending a surprising impulse to his cock. “Oohh,” he moaned. Vincent then jerked in shock, taking his beefy hands off his bubble butt. His cock was throbbing, itself gaining a couple inches of growth as well, waving wildly in front of the panicked man. “This isn’t real,” he hissed to himself. He didn’t feel weighed down by his new pecs and ass, almost as if they balanced each other out. Out of terrified curiosity, the older man stepped on the bathroom scale. Just earlier, he was a happy 176 pounds. His eyes grew wide as saucers as the red letters on the scale showed 248 pounds, and most of it centered on his chest and butt. “But it is real,” he heard a voice call from the doorway. Vincent spun around to see David leaning up against the doorframe, wearing the cunning smile of his. “Apparently your just dessert is to be a gay, silver daddy,” he laughed. “What the fuck did you do to me?!” Vincent roared, wildly waving his hands to show off his new body. He should have felt embarrassed to be stark naked in front of his stepson, but for some odd reason, the man felt frisky with the other male’s eyes on his form, making his larger cock twitch with excitement. “Although you do have the perfect fuck-me butt, so you might just be an old gay whore. Emphasis on old. By the way, I’m digging the gray look.” “Look, change me back, and I’ll give you whatever you want!” Vincent cried out. He frowned as he looked down at his body, the fuzzy mountain-like pecs blocking most of his view. “Well, I guess if you behave tonight, I could change you back,” David said. “But you have to do everything I say, deal?” Vincent frowned, but quickly put on a fake smile. “Sure thing,” he said, eagerly nodding his head, feeling his chin rub against his fuzzy pecs. “Wash up and I’ll lay out some clothes out for you,” David said, exiting the bathroom. Vincent’s broad shoulders slumped and he took another look in the mirror. If he didn’t do everything his gay stepson said, he would be stuck in the body of a gay daddy. His giant cock twitched once more, and he sighed. Might as well take care of this, he thought to himself. He gripped his member and instantaneously felt a ripple of pleasure shoot through his body. He threw back his head and moaned loudly. Turning red with embarrassment, he let go and jumped into the shower, closing the glass door behind him. Showering proved to be quite difficult with his new body. Vincent’s broader shoulders kept banging against the wall and door. Afraid he’d break it, he opted to shower with the door open and just wipe up the water afterwards. His balloon pecs seemed to get in the way of everything. He had trouble seeing his lower body past them, and he always had to carefully maneuver his arms around them so as not to rub up against the sensitive nipples. Never before had Vincent ever liked to have his nipples touched, however his much larger ones begged to be played with. For some reason, his hands refused to pick up the wash cloth his used, forcing him to lather himself up with bare hands. He made the mistake of rubbing the body wash all over his pecs, going over the protruding nipples. As soon as he did so, he let out a high moan, his legs buckling as he came in the shower. Pints of sperm splashed on the walls and pooled at his feet. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” he whined. And his new bubble butt was just as bad. He kept bumping it into the walls as he bent over and tried to turn around. What was worse was that he heard a grumble, almost as if he were hungry. In horror, he discovered the gurgling sensation came from his ass. His ass was hungry. On instinct, his put out his middle finger, his mind contemplating shoving it up his starving hole. The stirring in his cock told him to go ahead. “No, I ain’t a fag,” he snarled at himself. The hunger in his ass lingered and the more he thought about shoving his fingers up there, the harder his cock got. Deciding to distract himself from the hunger in his butt, he grabbed his wife’s razor that was in the shower and attempted to use it on his hairy pecs. He’s never had this amount of hair on his chest, let alone gray hair. However, as soon as he shaved a smooth line on his chest, he cried out in shock as he watched gray hairs sprout out in seconds. He then felt his chest lurch, and watched in terror as his pecs inflated a couple more centimeters from his chest, his nipples growing a little thicker. What David had said earlier rang in his head. Apparently Vincent was facing his worst nightmare: being gay and old. If he tried to avoid his just dessert, it got worse depending on the action. “Fuck!” he hissed as he shut off the water. He dried himself off, dropping the towel on the floor to soak up the water. He then moved into the bedroom, having to turn sideways to get through the door, his erection bouncing in front of him. “I though you would’ve taken care of that,” David mused, gesturing at his rock hard member. “I did,” Vincent groaned, “this faggy body is hypersensitive.” Then then looked at the clothes that David had placed on the bed for him. They were Vincent’s clothes, but meant for Vincent’s normal body. He picked up the wife beater and looked down at his massive tits. “I don’t think this’ll fit.” David perked up. “Then let’s go out tomorrow and buy you some clothes,” he said. “I’ve been thinking, and Mom doesn’t return for another two days, so maybe I’ll keep you like this until then.” “You son of a bitch!” Vincent lurched at David, but found that his body wouldn’t harm the young man in any way. He tried to concentrate on punching , kicking, even spitting on him. However, his new body would not harm his stepson in any way. “Just for that, you’re going to have to wear something else,” David smirked. He walked out of the room for a brief moment, only to return with a tiny cloth bundled in his hand. He tossed it over to his altered stepdad, who unfolded it in a huff. “I can’t go out in public wearing this!” he shouted at the white spandex bike shorts. Even if they did manage to contain his trunk-like cock and globular butt, it’d definitely be a little see-through. “I’ll get arrested!” Thoughts of people seeing him in his new form sent an odd sensation throughout his body, making him unconsciously flex his ass muscles. “Where we’ll go, that’s not going to be a problem. Just stay in the car until then.” “Where are we going?” Vincent asked, feeling anxious. “To a drive-through, I’m kind of hungry,” David said, “I’ll wait for you downstairs.” He left the room, leaving Vincent staring at the spandex in his hands. “Fuck that,” he spat, stomping over to his dresser. He yanked open the top drawer, snatching pair of his boxers. He stepped into one foot hole, and as soon as he did, he felt his rump shudder and pull away from his body. Looking behind him, he saw in horror as his ass inflated out a little more, growing rounder and fuller. Cursing, he kicked the boxers away and sat on the bed to yank the spandex on. He felt the new girth of his ass as he sat, slowly rocking back and forth unconsciously on the new globes. He managed to pull the shorts on and stumbled into the bathroom to get a look at himself. Like he suspected, the white material was almost see-through as it struggled to contain the girth of his newly inflated butt. His hard on was very visible, sticking straight up and out of the top of them, the head nestled in his fuzzy belly button. Knowing that he had no choice, Vincent sighed and walked out of the bedroom and down to the garage. He saw David already sitting in the passenger seat of the Mustang, his feet up on the dashboard. Vincent was about to tell the brat off, but fearing what would happen next, decided it best to keep quiet. “I knew those would look good on you,” David said, “Daddy.” He added the last work with a smile, dragging out the last syllable to taunt the altered man. Vincent froze in his tracks, fighting the urge to lash out. “What did you call me?” he asked, his cock twitching, leaking precum into his chest hair. He’d never let David call him Dad before, not wanting to be associated with the kid. However, he felt a rush of excitement at having the young man call him Daddy. He brushed it off, deciding that it was probably just his anxiety, as this was obviously the worst day of his life. Vincent struggled to get inside of his car. He threw himself down into the seat, his bubble butt keeping his body elevated much higher than needed, making him bend over the bash a bit. He lowered the seat as far as it went and then had trouble closing the door with his broadened shoulders. He wound up having to lean over a little bit closer to David’s seat, his left shoulder pressed tight against the door, his right against his laughing stepson. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Vincent roared as his massive pecs were tightly pressed against the wheel, making the car horn go off every couple seconds. After shoving the seat as far back as it could go, and positioning his arms around the exaggerated size of his pecs, he was finally semi-comfortable. Granted, the older man had his head bent to the side due to his bubble butt keeping him elevated, and his shoulders were trapped between a door and his stepson, and his mega pecs still lightly brushed against the wheel, and his larger nipples sent shocks of pleasure throughout his body as his biceps rubbed up against them as he turned the wheel to back out of the driveway. “Comfortable?” David laughed. Vincent ignored him, looking out on the road to make sure no other vehicles were out. So far, he was lucky. He took a sharp right, his nipple flicking from the groove of the wheel, making his cock jerk. He grunted, and bit down on his tongue to try to focus more on the road than his nipples. “Well, I’m not sure if you want to hear this or not,” David said, turning to face the muscled-up man, “but I think you look incredibly sexy…Daddy.” Once again, there was something about that word Daddy that got Vincent going. He felt his heart start to race and unconsciously licked his lips, feeling some of his gray goatee as he did so. “So, you turned me into your ultimate faggy fantasy?” he asked. “I guess,” David said, flicking Vincent’s protruding nipple with his index finger. “Oh yeah,” Vincent moaned, spurting out more precum onto his chest. He turned beat red and turned to his stepson. “Don’t do that again.” Although his mind didn’t like it, his body screamed out for more, his butt muscles flexing with thoughts of his stepson yanking on his nips again. His heartbeat sped up a little more and he could feel himself starting to grind his hips the smallest bit, rubbing his cock against his hairy chest. If the faggy body wasn’t bad enough, the new gay behavior and thoughts took the cake. It seemed as if Vincent’s new body had a mind of its own, solely focused on sex, and worst of all: sex with his stepson. After a couple minutes of tense driving, Vincent pulled up to a fast food chain, thankful that it was dark outside, so people couldn’t easily see his blown-up form. “Just get some fries and a Sprite,” David said, “I have something else for you.” Vincent repeated his stepson’s order to the machine, only rolling the window down the tiniest bit. As he drove up, he realized that he would have to hand money to the employee. Frowning, he glanced down at his fuzzy pecs and giant erection that happily sat in his lap. “What if they see?” he asked, nervous about getting arrested for public indecency. “Then give them a show,” David mused, handing his stepdad a five for the food. The employee opened up the window to hand over the food. He was a scrawny teenage boy, his face full of acne and his mouth with metal. Vincent sighed for the millionth time and rolled down the window all the way, his heart falling as the employee’s jaw dropped. “Holy crap!” he mused. “You’re huge!” Having the boy gawk at his large form sent a shiver of pleasure throughout his core, and Vincent felt himself unconsciously lift his arms to form a double biceps pose. “Wanna feel?” he heard himself say, his eyes widening in terror. “No thanks, I don’t swing that way, Sir,” the employee said, taking the money and handing over the food. He slammed his window shut with a bang. “I’ll feel, Daddy,” David said, running his hand over the surprised man’s bicep, making way up his arm, down his hairy chest, and over to his gigantic cock head. “Drive.” Vincent, suppressing the moans he felt building up in throat, struggled to keep his focus on the road, although all he could concentrate on was his stepson’s hand stroking his cock, making his pecs jump with excitement. His whole body seemed to be wired to his cock, the touch of another male sending his hormones into a frenzy. His cock was rock hard now, sticking straight up into his view, almost as if it had grown a couple more inches, the head rubbing up in the cleavage of his pecs. “Pull over,” David said. Vincent was all too happy to stop the car. He pulled over along a deserted sidewalk. All the houses around had no lights on and there were no people or cars out. His cock waved in front of him and he felt his mouth begin to salivate. “What are you doing to me?” he grunted. “Preparing your meal, go ahead,” David smiled. “Eat up.” Vincent rolled his eyes, but he felt himself lean forward and take his giant cock head into his own mouth, running his tongue all over the throbbing surface. Vincent had never sucked anyone off before, but he felt as his own tongue masterfully caressed his own cock, his hips buckling and head starting to bob back and forth. He tasted the saltiness of a little precum, eagerly swallowing it down, giving out a low moan as he did so. His beefy hands alternated between rubbing the elongated shaft up and down, and between pinching his incredibly sensitive nipples. In a matter for minutes, Vincent screamed on the inside as he cheeks puffed up from being filled with cum, his new body slurping the sticky stuff down in a flash. When he was done and back in control of his actions, Vincent spit his dick out, the lingering taste of cum making him swirl his tongue around. “Why’d you make me do that?” he cried out to his stepson. “I know this is hard for you Daddy, so tell you what, you sleep alone on the couch tonight so that there’s no pressure for sex. Then tomorrow morning we’ll go out and buy some clothes for you so that you can cover up at work,” David said. “I can’t go to work like this!” Vincent shouted. His cock had finally softened and lied along his engorged thigh. “Well how else are you going to make money?” David asked. “You’re the breadwinner.” Vincent started back up the car and sped home. The vibrations in the seat from the engine tickled his sac a little, his cock shooting straight up to attention much to his annoyance. Once the two got to the home, Vincent eagerly rushed inside, hoping that he wouldn’t have to go outside for the remainder of the time that he was stuck in his new body. He walked over to the couch and frowned. “I have my own bed, you know,” he called to his stepson who made his way upstairs, fries and drink in hand. “You mean my new bed? Nope.” With that, he heard the bedroom door close. He tried to get comfortable on the couch, but his new body even made that an ordeal. His bubble butt made his lower back uncomfortable elevated. He couldn’t lay on his side with his broadened shoulders. And his massive pecs pushed his head so far up off the pillow, his nipples rubbing up against the couch materiel, making his drip some precum on the couch. “Fuck!” he cried out. “I can’t make it as a gay old man.” He sat up and put his head in his hands for a while, trying to think up his options. He was tired more than anything, being turned into a muscled-up fantasy taking a lot of energy out of him. Then again, like he was a puppet with some invisible force moving him, he got up off the couch and walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. David was asleep in the bed, lightly snoring. Vincent sneered at him, yet his heart sped up at seeing the boy in his bed, his cock giving a little twitch. Ignoring his inner hatred, his body moved forward and crawled into the bed. He felt himself grab the boy and pull him into his massive chest. For some odd reason, Vincent felt his anger and anxiety disappear and he soon drifted off to sleep, his stepson in his arms and his cock creating an obscene tent in the blankets. 5 43 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted January 4, 2015 Share Posted January 4, 2015 Great start! More please! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cutlerfan Posted January 5, 2015 Share Posted January 5, 2015 Incredibly hot, Powerful descriptions, awesome storyline..Please continue this amazing tale of transformation! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ice Posted January 5, 2015 Share Posted January 5, 2015 Amazing story! I love it! Here hoping for more soon! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
UltraGMan Posted January 6, 2015 Share Posted January 6, 2015 This is amazingly hot. Can't wait for the next chapter. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lsosuke Posted January 7, 2015 Share Posted January 7, 2015 i hope the dad grow more and the son grow alsi bigger and stronger *¬* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HeroStudMuscle Posted January 16, 2015 Share Posted January 16, 2015 Holy FUCK this is a hot story. Can't wait for it to continue. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
michaellinn Posted January 16, 2015 Share Posted January 16, 2015 what hulklust said. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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gbrown5678 Posted January 18, 2015 Share Posted January 18, 2015 Holy FUCK this is a hot story. Can't wait for it to continue. Ditto Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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