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Why do we keep letting these pigs get off scott-free? They think they can come in, play with our hearts and our heads, then cut and run and do the same to some other poor girl! Hell, sometimes they’re doing it to multiple women at the same time!

Well, I say “no more”! No longer will we let these immature men run around and take advantage of women! It’s time we take a stand! Starting with little Benjamin here.

Benny tried to slip a little something in my drink at the club last week and thought I wouldn’t notice. Little did he know, I’d already been watching him, planning a little bit of payback after what he did to my friend Lauren. She cried for weeks over this guy.

So when Benny wasn’t looking, I did the ‘ole switcheroo, he was out like a light 2 hours later.

Ohh you should have seen Benny’s face when he woke up for the first time! His hands and feet were chained to his new crib, and he kicked his little legs when he saw (or felt) what he had on. Every flail of his body only made his fresh new diaper crinkle louder and louder. He whined and cried and screamed as much as his gag would allow. But Benny had no idea that was just the beginning.

He thought, he really thought he wasn’t going to have to use his diaper, that it was just there for funsies. The way he moaned and groaned as he clenched and tucked his legs, trying anything he could to quell the painful throbbing coming from his very full bladder. I told him to save himself the torment, that all he was doing was delaying the inevitable, but still he resisted. To his credit, he made it a whole ‘nother thirty minutes before he sighed in relief and flooded his diaper for the very first time. His whimpers and whines after were pathetically adorable.

He drank the bottle out of desperation. He was obviously starving, and I made it clear he would not get out of his (now *very* wet) diaper until he finished the whole thing. I wonder if he could taste the laxatives and hormones mixed within? No matter, he certainly seemed to notice the effects about an hour later when he started fussing and complaining about the cramps.

“Just get over it,” I spat back at him, something I’ve heard way too many men say when they learn a woman is on her period, “just don’t be such a bitch!”

When I tell you: the man cried. Like, full-on bawled like a baybee when he couldn’t hold it anymore and started shitting all over himself in that diaper. He continued to cry for the next 3 hours when I refused to change him. I made him sit and wallow in his own filth while he thought about his life choices.

Reluctantly, his diaper was eventually changed, but so was his outfit. His eyes were wide as saucers when i held up the pink onesie and frilly skirt, but they closed soon after once the drugs kicked in. He woke up halfway through me doing his make-up, and seemed less than thrilled when the wig was put on.

Now, one week later, he’s mostly silent in his crib. I’m not sure if it’s the cocktail of hormones in his system messing with his brain, or he has finally accepted that this isn’t all a dream, that this isn’t going to stop, and this is his new life now. Any attempts to run will just lead to the thousands of pictures I have of him ending up all across the internet. The livestreams of him pooping his pampers notwithstanding. He’s quite docile now. He knows to keep that pacifier in his mouth otherwise it will delay his diaper change by several hours. It only took him a few rashes to learn to comply.

Lauren is now on her way over to get a look at the so-called “Man” that broke her heart. I highly doubt she’ll feel any sort of anguish now. Knowing her, she’ll have even more fun with him than I have.

So this is a call to all women, it is high time we put these deadbeat little fuck bois in their place. Take back what is ours. Let’s fight the patriarchy and turn it into a true Matriarchy, one pathetic little pervert at a time!

Stupid Animals

Another day in this madhouse they call a college dorm. I can already hear the commotion outside my room, the unmistakable sounds of my roommate and his jock buddies, partying it up like there's no tomorrow. My head throbs with the remnants of last night's bass-heavy beats. I roll out of bed, my nerd senses tingling with frustration.

I storm into the common area, ready to confront my roommate, who's surrounded by a pack of gorillas... I mean, jocks. They're laughing and clinking their protein shake bottles together like some kind of tribal ritual. My blood boils with annoyance, and I can't help but let my words fly.

"What the hell, man? It's like living in a zoo in here!" I snap, my voice laced with irritation. "Can't you guys keep it down? Some of us are trying to study!"

My roommate, Chad, smirks at me, as if my words are some kind of joke. Typical. He’s never been the brightest.

“Do you not understand that you guys are intellectually inferior idiots?! Can you even understand me?!” I yell at the smelly group of men. “Shut the hell up! Some people are actually trying to get somewhere in life, you stupid animals!”

I storm out of the room, feeling slightly bad about my harsh words.

“Whatever you say, little bro” Chad chuckles vacantly as he turns up the stereo.

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The next morning, as I stumble into the kitchen, my bleary eyes are greeted by an absurd sight. A bunch of bananas sits innocently on the counter, with a note that reads, "For the Zookeeper." I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to crumple up the note and toss it away. I'm not falling for Chad's ridiculous attempts at humor.

But then, my stomach rumbles, reminding me that breakfast is long overdue. With a mixture of reluctance and hunger, I grab one of the bananas and take a bite. It's surprisingly satisfying, the sweet flavor mingling with my annoyance, creating a strange blend of conflicting emotions.

I sink my teeth into the banana, expecting a simple breakfast, but what I experience is far beyond my wildest expectations. The burst of flavor hits my taste buds like a tropical explosion. It's so fresh, so delicious, that my mouth waters uncontrollably. I can't resist devouring the entire banana in no time.

As I finish the first banana, a strange haze begins to cloud my senses. My gaze fixates on the remaining yellow fruits, their vibrant color beckoning me. They seem almost hypnotic, tempting me with their tantalizing taste. I can't help but reach for another, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.

I rub against by stubble as I shove another banana into my mouth. I could have swore I had shaved last night? Weird… who cares. This banana tastes so fucking good. Its sweetness filling my mouth as I chew. But as I finish it, a surprise deep fart escapes my cheeks, leaving me startled and embarrassed. I quickly look around, hoping that no one has heard my unintended symphony.

Before I have time to experience my embarrassment, I glance down at my arms, and to my surprise, my once relatively smooth arms now had a thick layer of hair that seems to have sprouted overnight. The hair is so thick and dark. It's as if a mini forest has taken root on my arms, each strand entangled with the next in a chaotic display of follicular rebellion.

I squint my eyes, hoping that this newfound hairiness is just a trick of the light or a momentary glitch in my perception. But no, the evidence is right there, impossible to ignore. I find myself scratching my head and letting out a grunt.

Just then, I hear the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. Chad's probably back from his early morning workout. Panic sets in as I grab the remaining bananas, stuffing them into my pockets, and rush to my room. I convince myself that they're just snacks for studying, a harmless indulgence.

Inside the confines of my room, I stare at the bananas, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. They have a hold on me, their allure impossible to resist. I convince myself that it's just the taste, the need for a quick energy boost, but deep down, I know there's something more to it.

I open up my books, determined to focus on my studies despite the bloating feeling within my stomach. It grumbles and gurgles, threatening to release a symphony of embarrassing sounds.

Chad and his buddies always found bodily functions and gross humor hilarious. They encouraged each other to outdo themselves, competing with each other to make the biggest smelliest farts. The last thing I want is to become the unwitting star of their crude comedy.

But as I try to concentrate on the pages before me, my eyes drift toward the remaining bananas. The one closest to me looked so delicious. Its bright yellow peel is making me all hazy. Without even realizing it, I grab the fruit and shove it into my mouth.

As the sweet taste floods my senses, a wave of ecstasy washes over me. I slide down to the floor, my back pressed against my bed, lost in the sheer delight of the banana's flavor. The world around me fades into the background as I savor each delectable bite, momentarily forgetting my fears and worries.

As the succulent taste of the banana fills my mouth, my salivary glands go into overdrive, flooding my senses with anticipation. I devour the fruit with an unexpected fervor, relishing every bite as if it were the most exquisite delicacy.

But as the last morsel disappears into my mouth, a sudden pressure builds within my stomach. I feel the inevitable release building up, ready to make its presence known. And with a resounding toot, it erupts from me, shattering the silence of the room.

The pungent odor wafts through the air, assaulting my nostrils with its offensive presence. My face flushes with embarrassment as I cringe, hoping that no one else will bear witness to this involuntary act. But my hopes are quickly dashed as Chad's voice echoes through the door.

"Whoa, little bro! That was a big one!" Chad's voice rings out, filled with amusement and a touch of admiration for my unintentional accomplishment. The realization that Chad finds this sort of thing funny only intensifies my embarrassment, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me.

But as I glance down at my stomach, my initial embarrassment takes a backseat to a more startling revelation. I’M FAT??! My stomach is now big and round, jiggling with every movement.

I grasp at my now huge round belly, my fingers sinking into its soft plumpness. Panic begins to rise within me as I try to comprehend the implications of this unexpected transformation. How did my stomach become so big? And why is it fattening up at such an alarming rate?

Suddenly, I smell a hot stench. This time, it wasn’t from the farts. As I lift up my arm to investigate the source of the foul odor, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My armpit, once groomed and clean, now appears bushy and unkempt, as if I've neglected it for weeks. The sight, combined with the pungent stench emanating from it, sends a shiver down my spine.

I had taken a shower just yesterday, hadn't I? How could my armpit become so smelly and odorous in such a short span of time? The scent that fills the air is not the pleasant, soapy freshness I'm accustomed to. I guess it’s just my animal stink.

Wait… animal stink? Why did I say that? What’s going on-

“DAMN, BRO!” Chad yells, his voice booming under the door. “I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE, YA BIG FAT APE!”

As the realization dawns upon me, a surge of panic strikes through my body. It’s because of last night! I said it was a zoo! That they were stupid animals! Chad’s turning me into a fucking ape!

My body is growing larger and more muscular with each passing moment. The biceps that once belonged to a scrawny nerd now bulge with raw power, urging me to embrace my newfound strength.

But try as I might, I cannot resist the insatiable hunger that courses through my being. My massive arms, resembling tree trunks, seize another banana with an irresistible force, shoving it deep into my gaping throat. The succulent fruit disappears within seconds, devoured by my ravenous appetite. And as I swallow, a thunderous toot escapes from me, a testament to the uncontrollable gas building within my colossal frame, stinking up my enclosure.

With a mixture of awe and disbelief, I watch in amazement as my pecs begin to inflate like two massive balloons, expanding until they press against my very chin. The sheer size and weight of them is both impressive and comical, rendering me momentarily dumbfounded.

Summoning the strength within my colossal body, I rise from my seated position, the ground trembling beneath my big feet. Each step feels heavy. My knuckles drag along the floor as if to remind me of my newfound primal stature.

As I stumble towards the door, I use my massive hairy hands to grab the handle, allowing me to step out of my smelly enclosure and into the common room. A cool breeze caresses my now gargantuan hairy form as I stare at my jock roommate who is now standing the kitchen.

My heart pounds in my massive chest as I cast a fearful gaze towards my roommate, Chad. His familiar face is more smug than ever, his chiseled jawline accentuated by a condescending grin.

Without realising, I absentmindedly raise my colossal arms and start scratching my head like a mindless animal.

I form the word in my mind, ‘help!’. I try to force it out of my neanderthal lips, but instead, all that emerges from my lips is an unintelligible "OOK!" My voice echoes with a primal resonance, a sound that perfectly matches my transformed state. I am a creature of brawn and bellow, stripped of my former eloquence.

Chad looks at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. It's clear that he revels in the sight before him, finding delight in my reduced state. My attempts at communication only serve to reinforce his perception of me as a mindless brute, an object of entertainment rather than a fellow human being.

“Looks like we got another ‘stupid animal’ in the zoo.” Chad chuckles, flexing his biceps then looking at me, his brow furrowed. “Your words, not mine… I wonder if you can even form words now.”

Chad's voice cuts through the air, followed by a thunderous toot that escapes my rear end, filling the room with an odor that could knock out a rhinoceros. The sheer embarrassment of the moment intensifies as my body inflates with another layer of fat, expanding like an overinflated balloon.

Frustration bubbles up inside me, fueling an uncontrollable rage. I clench my meaty fists, brimming with newfound strength, and bring them crashing down upon my inflated chest. Each impact reverberates through the room, the force shaking the walls and rattling the very foundations of our shared living space.

"Boom! Boom!" I pound my chest like a wild beast, a display of primal dominance fueled by my growing frustration. With each strike, my body jiggles and quakes, the excess flesh rippling like waves in a stormy sea.

“Maybe in this new form you’ll finally fucking relax a bit, eh?” Chad laughs at me. “You dumb smelly gorilla.”

As Chad's condescending remarks fill the room, my frustration grows, fueling a fiery determination deep within me. But as he repeatedly refers to me as monkeyman, a smelly gorilla, dumb ape and other demeaning nicknames, something begins to change. Each time he utters those words, my mind seems to dim, a fog descending upon my thoughts.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The words swirl around in my head, distorting my perception, eroding the remnants of my former intellect. It's as if each utterance chips away at my brain, leaving me feeling increasingly primitive, reduced to base instincts and primal urges.

Chad's relentless mockery continues, his laughter ringing in my ears. I try to fight against the growing haze, to cling to the remnants of my identity, but the words penetrate deep into my psyche, embedding themselves within the very fabric of my being. With each repetition, my mind becomes muddled, my thoughts clouded by an overpowering animalistic presence.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The names echo within me, replacing the once vibrant and complex thoughts that defined me. My comprehension wanes. What is this big man taking about? He’s big… but not as big as me huhuhuhu. Fuck, I can’t stop scratching my rank pits.

I’m trying to talk to him, but my responses are now limited, reduced to grunts and gestures, a language stripped down to its most basic form. I try to speak but it’s just incoherent babbling, a crude approximation of communication.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

Those words, once used in jest, now define my existence. Chad's relentless barrage of mockery has transformed me into the very creature he belittles. My mind, once sharp and filled with knowledge, now operates on a primal level, consumed by instinct and impulse.

As I gaze into Chad's eyes, I can sense his satisfaction. He has achieved what he set out to do—reducing me to a state of primitive simplicity. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, a silent victory celebration for his conquest.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

“How’re you feeling now, stupid fart monkey?” He smirks.

I scratch my head, staring vacantly at the intellectually superior being in front of me.

OOK OOK

Mean Genie #DAN

Dan makes a wish, but ends up an immobile bear at the mercy of online chat rooms.

Dan was driving home, tired from work, sore from the gym and now just looking forwards to getting back to his own place for some sleep. He pulled up at the block of flats, lifted his heavy body out the car and made to climb the stairs. He was well built, not fat in the slightest and from a distance you wouldn’t know. A rugby player since he was a kid, college grad turned construction worker later in life, he was known on his site as ‘pretty boy’ on account of his youthful and well kept appearance.

click. he pushed his door open on the 9th floor and plodded in, tossing his work bag and clothes to the floor as he collapsed onto the sofa. “fuck….long day” reaching down beside the sofa he grabbed a beer from a mini fridge, thinking to himself he needed to change out of him gym shorts and white shirt before doing much else, he glanced at his phone to see what was ‘going on’.

However try as he might, a pop up kept appearing over the top of his usual apps. “hell is this….go away!” he shouted getting angry as he kept sliding the small Gold Lamp Symbol to uninstall, but it kept reappearing. Eventually he gave in, slowly standing, he began to pull off his shirt as he clicked the app. Muffled by the shirt over his face he muttered “maybe I can delete from inside the app” as he popped the shirt over his chest.

As he dropped the white fabric it to the floor his phone screen had turned golden, almost blinding him as he dropped the phone. It hit the floor and burst into a thick cloud, Dan jumped back from it as the smoke cleared and slowly revealed…

“ah mate, that is a lot beta. So how can I help ya?” “W-who are yo-” Dan began as he looked over the middle aged skin head in a tracksuit that had just appeared out of his phone. “W-wat actually bud. I’m a full blooded Genie. Kinda…” he said with a smirk. “hope phone to phone, see who bites ya know? So…” The scally Genie looked his master up and down briefly as of searching him for an answer. …“Dan? you look like a Dan, what would make you a happier lad Dan the man” Genie was now walking around the flat, flexing his own muscles and clicking his knuckles. Dan walked back to his phone, now smoking on the floor, and picked it up. it still worked but now read 1% battery, which kind of made sense after what he just saw happen to it.

“so er do I get wishes then?” Dans hesitation was well founded as the skin head glared “yeah all three and a fukin unicorn while I’m at it. Nah mate, you ask and I’ll see what I can do alright?” he paused and sighed sparking up a long joint he pulled from nowhere and took a long drag. He sighed, as far bored for saying it “Say you wanna be King Kong yeah? That’s gonna need all you got, so dependin’ on wat you want is what ya get”

Dan was now sitting back onto his sofa and thinking. Rubbing his stubble, “yeah I get you, like a battery, got so much” the Genie actually laughed to himself “heh, a battery ay? ya know that’s pretty good I’ll ave to remember that for the next one”

Dan thought hard, he’d never thought hard before but now was the time. ‘What do I want? do I need anything? money? fame?’ he frowned looking up at the Skinhead. “What about being able to make money while I’m at home? for something I’m good at rather than working all day on the site?”

Genie seemed to weigh up ideas before he gave a thumbs up. “Pretty sure that’s ok mate” “Let’s do it” Dan said as he stood up, assuming he would need to make a formal wish like the movies. However before he even managed to get all the way up he felt dizzy. The room around him spinning as it blurred away before slowly coming back to him. He stumbled slightly as his foot caught on a leather strap. “what the-” he went on grab it but the strap leapt up his arm, leaving behind a thick black strap around his bicep before wrapping into a large, thick X over his chest and back and lopping into a steel ring. “HEY! “G-get it off!” Seeing the room around him now in focus Dan couldn’t help but notice there were other straps and weird leather objects along one wall. the rest for his flat seemed the same all but a tripod and camera in the corner pointed at the sofa and the wall behind it.

The Genie tugged on the back of the chest harness playfully, checking out the thick steel padlock on the back that locked it on. “What?! But why?! I can’t keep it on like this and what are those!” he shouted pointing as the wall of leather. The Skinhead shrugged and walked over, looking curious. “looks like your job is trying out stuff for…” he read the label on one of the items. “…Rugby Man Gay Accessories” Dan was already looking at the camera and straight away his phone jumped into life again and began to ring. The caller ID said WORK. The Genie grinned, not gonna answer your new boss?

Without hesitation he did, again his will. “Oi oi boss” he said, his voice now surprising gruff and rugged. “Hey, just got your email about wanting to work full time with us?” the male voice replied. “Yea boss-” Dan automatically continued playing along as if he had a clue what was happening “Quit the construction site this mornin’. But I want my pay doubled, I bring in more viewers than any one else on your site.” the voice paused. “OK Dan, I’m sure we can work that out. You’ll need to get that video to us still….Erm….let me check which one-” Dan silently listened to the man flicking through papers on the other end “-oh yeah course, your doing the Hardcore cock and ball video this afternoon with the new box we sent you, have that video to us by this evening as always, and we can discuss your new contact full time tomorrow if that’s good by you”

“sounds class boss” Dan had never sounded so big or sounded as confident before in his life but his autopilot answers scared him. Why didn’t he have control! Finally his boss said goodbye and he hung up. The second Dan was able to speak as himself again, he turned to face the Genie.

“The fuck did you do to me! I-I-” Dan stuttered as he tried to take in everything around him. “Dude ya get wat you asked fo’. Your good at rugby and looks like you got recognized for all that hard work” “yeah but this ain’t rugby is it!” the skinhead frowned and looked a bit insulted “well you asked for a job from home…you can’t PLAY rugby inside a flat can ya dumbass”

Dan sighed rubbing his head, the skinhead was right of course, those were his words. “well make me back to a construction workers again then”

“na, one way street. I mean I can do but you’d still have this job, so you’ll be a busy boy, but YOU asked for it, you can’t make it go away, gotta live with the consequences geezer. I don’t exactly decide how these are gonna go I just do what you say”

“well I gotta do something about this-” A loud knock at the door. “delivery for a Dan Hobson?” a man shouted from the other side. Dan tried not to respond but his bod strode to the door, no longer ashamed of his bare chest and harness, swung it open and took the large box from the delivery guy. He was a good foot shorter than Dan who signed and closed the door in his face without a word. “says it’s from work, better not be the-” his eyes widened in horror as he saw the device inside. As the man had said on the phone, the new box contained thick leather gear for Dan to wear on his cock and balls. The boss has had used the word ‘hardcore’ on the phone and as Dan held some of it up he could see why.

It was thick leather, with three heavy rings. One for each ball and one for his cock. all attached into a sort of leather jock strap with its own padlock around the waist. He couldn’t see a key in the box. The last item out the box had a note attached ‘free gift’ it said. Dan took it and opened it. “oh fuck off” he said as he held the massive steel chain collar, also had an oversized metal dog tag that read “No’1” probably a reference for his viewers.

“Someone’s popular innit” Genie said as he puffed on his joint. “Try it on den big man let’s see you work” Dan did so like a machine. Unable to resist for even for a moment as he went from holding to wearing the chain in seconds. As it clicked closed he immediately tried to remove it but found it wouldn’t undo or fit over his head. it was fairly tight and held to his neck making him look like a thug.

“suit ya mate” “seriously fuck! I don’t want this we have to do something!” Dan shouted not struggling with all the new attachments he didn’t want on him. “Well wat DO you want then?” the Genie answered cross armed and looking bored. Dash going to think of an answer when the camera in the corner clicked on and his laptop sprung to life. A window showing the cameras view of him and a chat window appeared.

baz67: hey man! right on time sexy jizzman:oh yeah noice! baz67: can’t wait for this gerry99: where is he? missing my favorite cam show (jizzman paid 5 pounds) jizzman: there that should get him to put on his kit!

Dan pleaded with the Genie “please you gotta do something” while his huge arms were lifted up. He’d never put them by his sides ever again. Like those huge roided body builders, stuck looking like he was constantly trying to puff up with his arms sticking out. “What do I say to stop this?!” His body automatically began to stand and slide off his shorts, then his boxers. Revealing his sizeable package and hairy rugby gut six pack. “make a request or I’m leaving your Gay ass to it, not my job to tell you wat YOU want izzit bellend”

Dan thought, harder than ever, he needed a way out. He pulled the leather jock strap and rings up his legs. Hands ready to feed his thick Dick and balls into them. “ah cold!” he shouted, still half watching the comments from horny viewers that kept flooding in as he pushed both balls into their sockets. Both now hung through the leather jock strap. held apart from his Dick which was next. Dan screamed in his head as the ring gripped his shaft and he started to be forced into an erection, the blood unable to escape.

“Arg! Just make it so I can’t wear these ever again!” he shouted at the Genie, who stubbed out his joint and clicked his fingers. The room didn’t shift this time, but Dan felt his body changing. He watched as his body ballooned outwards, the leather jock replaced by a huge steel cage, locking him away. Not that it mattered, in seconds his rugby six pack had become a hairy muscle gut, then a full roid ball matted with black hair that made it impossible for Dan to see his lower half. His pecs inflated to rise up, the harness and chain collar remained only getting larger to accommodate if only slightly. His neck and shoulders were next, starting to press against his head.

“W-what, I’m so big” he almost spat out as he tried to move, finding his new bulk hard to maneuver. Soon his shoulders, bicep and gut held his arms in a t-pose and he fell back to the sofa. “I can’t….ung-” he struggled as he kept inflating. The camera was still on and the chat continued on as if nothing was happening, joking and jeering at the hulk man who could barely me they paid to see.

“well ya ain’t gonna be wearing these ever again ay” Genie laughed as he held out the leather jock and rings from before. It looked comically small compared to Dan now. “But-LOOK at me! I can’t even reach my Dick! and it’s hurts more than before! Arg!” he winced as he tried to not be hard inside his cage but it seemed impossible. There door rattled as someone opened it with a keys only Dan thought he had. Trying to look he saw a man, not much bigger or older looking than he used to be, wearing a black vest, jeans with a short spiky hair cut. “Who-” Dan began but before he could the man butt in, walking past the Genie Dan realized he couldn’t see him. “sorry I’m late beast” he threw the keys down and strode to the wall of leather straps like he owned the place. “Bitch of a traffic jam, oh your already recording?” Dan strained to look at the Genie, his head stiff, neck rubbing against his bowling ball against his bowling ball shoulders while his thickening beard was pressed up over his pecs.

“I-gotta-do something, this-I can’t live like this” his voice was now so deep and gravely that the guy that walked barely understood him “What was that big guy? I’ll be there in a second” but Genie heard. He walked over, pulling out another joint and sitting next to the man mountain on the sofa. “Wat ya gonna do bout it?” he almost jeered him on as he poked his muscle gut. Which by itself hung over all sides of him yet managed to hold a perfectly firm round ball that pressed against everything else.

The man had now grabbed a handful of gear and presented the huge ball gag, thick black dildo and finally a gigantic cock ring he had over his wrist like a bangle, to display to the web cam. Dan couldn’t see the screen for the replies but by the way the man spoke they seemed thrilled at what was happening. “Welcome Beast followers I’m his handler, and we’re gonna be showing off the XXL hardcore range of products today-calm down I’m getting to it- starting with removing his cage and fitting the our all new cock ring” he held up the 4 inch wide cock ring, along its edge it was large enough to have a battery and some features Dan couldn’t even guess at. “No wait-” he began to protest but before he could the man has gotten onto all fours and began to press under the huge gut. revealing the cage, skin pressing though the gaps. He felt the ring slide easily over the top before a click as the cage was released.

Dan gasped, his huge bulk free to expand to its full size as the mass inflated. Soon the ring was as tight as he could imagine it could ever have been to wear one. His cock felt easily wider than the 4 inch ring he’d seen him hold. He couldn’t picture it in his head, but he could feel his massive thighs being pressed appart as engorged. “Oh Beast has been desperate for that! Caged for a week and look at the results lads-thank you for the 100 dollars britlad7-next I’ll get the dildo ready”

Genie lent around to see the massive member He laughed out loud. “Fuck me mate, that’s gotta be a 2 foot long easy, damn most men couldn’t walk with that, mate you are a beast!” Dan was basically pinned by his own mass, and finally hearing the dildo being slathered with lube he knew he had one chance. “I want this to stop just tell me what to say” Genie moved back “you just need to say what you want Bro, I’m pretty low on magic mind, depends what you say you know dat” Dan knew what he wanted, it was all he could think, he wanted everyone to go, for this whole ordeal to be over. He heaved his huge chest up for a deep breath. “Make everyone go away and I need to be able to like….live like this!” “two? well I’ll do what I can fella, hope it’s what you wanted” and he slapped him on the gut.

The room spun a final time, the wall vanished, as did the man, no? he didn’t vanish but became a builder in a high visibility vest. Around Dan his sons became a steel bed and the straps stretched and attached to the frame. Days mouth was forced open and a long pipe snaked from it to a box on the wall. His bowling sized balls and 2 foot shaft hung freely as his legs were held apart by strong steel chains. As if to compensate his hairy body filled the spaces as they appeared His head pointing straight up, his head bald and beard, chest, and pit hair had all merged into one matted mess that stank on BO that filled his nostrils. He mumbled into the pipe. It was in audio able.

“All good mate no worries. No idea what you people do in these things but your all set up” “Mumphhh” he struggled against his mass but realized he was just too musclebound and everything else was chained, strapped or just to heavy to move. He was immobile. “It feeds 3 times a day, and your viewer’s can operate the arm to do whatever they wanna, and I’ll leave you to it. As you requested on your form it works for 6 weeks at a time before I’ll need to come service the machines. You take care and see you in 6 weeks Beast”

Dan looked up in horror as long robotic arm buzzed over to him. he saw a screen on the ceiling, placed so he could see it, flicker on. it revealed the many camera angles of his mountain of muscle. He was almost round, his biceps were so large that he realized that they weren’t tied down. He couldn’t lift up against his shoulders, lower them even an inch against his gut or close his pit which was held open, only making the merge of body hair and stink worse.

Named appeared, as people began to vote and pay money for what from a list they could pay to see.

5 Hour Milking - 1000 dollars, was the first thing that won, quickly followed by the 2 foot long ass plug.

He mumbled as the arm disappeared and could wriggle as it pressed under his gut from a space that must have been under the bed. Spoon he felt a sacking as, like a vacuum, he felt a tube as big as a gutter pipe sliding up the 2 feet before it met the Base of his gut and the suction popped it into position. “MHHHMMPH!” Beast shouted into the gag and pipe as the sucking began to pump the pipe up and down and ferocious speed. the whole motion of over a foot making his balls swing violently under him like massive pendulums. The sack being stretched as they hung a full for of their own under his mechanical bed.

“Well looks like I’m done mate” the mean Genie chat said with a depressed sigh as he waved his hand over hands face. His whole arm was starting to fade. “MUUUMPH!” “Yeah I’m all out, but you got everything you asked for. Gonna be all by yourself now and you’ll be rich…probably pretty fuking famous too” Dan kept trying to get his attention, as a large 5 hour countdown began on his screen for the Milking session. Chats flooding in with suggestions and ideas. But the Genie had long since faded away. Onto see what the next guy thinks will make him a happier man

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This fat dad and son duo deserve to get turned even fatter and slobbier, so much so that they lose sight of their dicks

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Mark and his son Keith had always been close, they both acted alike, had similar interests in Hawaiian shirts, and had a fondness for food. Keith was his father's son and idolized him, and everyone who met them always saw remarked on how close they were. Although recently their relationship had begun to become strained. Keith was going to be going to college in a few weeks, and Mark couldn't bare the thought of his son leaving. His boy had never been out on his own. Despite this, Keith seemed to insist he be allowed to. Mark didn't like it, but could never refuse his son. So he planned a little trip for them to celebrate. "Disney World?!" Keith's face lit up as Mark nodded enthusiastically, "Yep, just you and me little buddy." Keith pulled his father into a hug, "Thanks Dad! You're the best father in the world." He obviously couldn't contain his enthusiasm. Neither of them could, and soon they had packed their bags and gone on a trip to the Magic Kingdom together. Mark felt a bit sad, that this might be the last time they'd spend together until Keith went off to college, but if his son was happy, then he was too. After they arrived and checked into their resort together, they proceeded to go on as many rides as they could, just like old times. They checked out all the restaurants. They were both feeling great. Mark only wanted his son to feel happy. Keith, meanwhile, wanted to stay forever with his dad, though they could only stay for three days. After they went back to their room though, they had no idea what was about to happen to them. The next morning they both woke up starving, their guts gurgling. "Sounds like you're hungry today." Mark joked, before his own stomach rumbled, "Hehe, so do you." Keith chuckled. "How about we check out the buffet today?" He said, as he and his son made their way to the resort's cafeteria. There was all kinds of food, Mark and Keith couldn't help but drool as they looked at it. Soon their plates were piled high, and the two were chowing down, their stomachs swelling up. "Unf, dad this food tastes so good!" Keith said with his mouth full, as his dad nodded in agreement. Both of their shirts had begun to get tight on their already chubby bodies. Once their meal was finished, they rubbed their stomachs, groaning in relief. They didn't know they could be that hungry or eat so much. They looks slightly fatter too. Afterwards they had decided to go to the Adventureland part of the park today, as they always used to. Though after the Enchanted Tiki Room, Mark noticed Keith seemed bored, "You ok son?" He asked, as Keith sighed, "Yeah, just wanted to do something else today." Mark was concerned, but tried to be supportive, "Well, you know you're an adult now, you don't have to follow me around if you don't want." Keith seemed shocked that his dad would let him, and a bit reluctant, "You sure dad?". His father nodded, "Go on son, have fun." He chuckled, trying to cover up how sad he was as his son slowly, and hesitantly walked away and the two parted, with Mark sighing and going off on his own himself. As Mark waddled down the streets of Adventureland, missing his son, he began to feel strange, heavier somehow. Well they had been eating a lot it seemed. But this was different. It was like he was swelling, ballooning up with gas. He grunted, a fart rippling between his cheeks as he took a sip of his tiki drink, belching soon after. Embarrassing as it should've been, he thought it felt oddly liberating, even natural. He took a few more sips, his stomach bulging a bit more as he belched. His shirt was straining under the new mass, and with one more slip, it suddenly popped. "Whoops! URRRP!!" He belched in surprise, chuckling a bit. Was he drunk? He wasn't sure, but it felt strangely good. He belched again, scratching his big jiggly belly as he continued on.

Meanwhile, nearing the border between Adventureland and Main Street U.S.A., was Keith, who seemed to be feeling heavy with guilt, and food. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten so fat, but his biggest focus was on his dad. He felt bad about wanting to leave him behind, not wanting him to be sad. He only wanted to make him smile. But he also felt obligated to leave, being an adult now. His wished he could be a child again and spend more time with his dad. As his gut seemed to grow, he began to feel hot, having to take off his rapidly shrinking Hawaiian shirt. He blasted a loud fart and fanned the air in disgust. Somehow he was feeling hungry. Fortunately he saw a nearby vendor and licked his lips, eager to fill his newly expanding gut.

He wasn't aware his father had already shed his shirt, having gotten too fat and sweaty. He was belching and farting constantly as he waddled around, unsure of where he was going. He was completely drunk now it seemed, giggling with each burp and fart. He thought he recognized the area. It was near Pirates of the Caribbean wasn't it? He belched again and chuckled, thinking he could maybe ride it himself. As he got on the ride, his loud gas drowned out most of the sounds and narration, but there was something peaceful about being in the water like this. But soon the boat suddenly stopped, and a big, burly hand helped him out. "Yarr, ye got the body and stench of a real pirate sir! Howsabout you join our crew here?" He heard him say. Mark chuckled, belching again, "Sounds good to me! BURRRP!! FRRRRRTT!!!"

Back in Main Street U.S.A., Keith was stuffing his face, getting himself fatter and fatter. It seemed they were lining up to feed him in fact. "This food is-umf- SO GOOD! BWORRRP!! What's all this for?" The vendor in front of him chuckled, "Well there's a parade about to start, so we had to be here in advance to feed people, but you've probably diminished most of our stock." Keith was embarrassed a bit, especially as he heard a loud RIP, feeling the seat of his pants give out under his weight, making the other men chuckle at him. "URRRP! Uh, sorry fellas." Keith apologized, "No worries. Although, there is a way you can make it up to us, especially since you're so good at making us laugh." Keith was curious, and the vendor led him to a make-up and costuming tent. Soon he found himself being stripped, revealing just how massive and blubbery he now was. "Jeez, you're massive. The only thing that'll fit you is the clown costumes." One of the costumers laughed, pulling a humiliating jester outfit off the rack, and forcing it on Keith. Finally, Keith's clown make-up was done. "You look great tubby, now get out there and entertain them!" Keith was embarrassed at first, but soon found himself enjoying the attention, making people laugh, bouncing around, his whole body jiggling in the form-fitting suit.

After several hours, Keith and Mark reunited back at their room, shocked by how massive they both now were, as well as their mutual news of both having gotten jobs at the park. Now they'd never have to leave, and could stay as long as they wanted together. They were both overjoyed.

Keith was now a big, fat clown, loving embarrassing himself and making other people laugh. He'd bounce, fart, burp, and roll down the streets during parades, blowing balloons with his farts, pieing himself in the face, all to the amusement of others. He was nearly 300 lbs heavier than when he first came to the park, and far to fat to leave even if he wanted. Besides, they fed both him and his father for free.

Meanwhile for Mark, he'd become a drunken oaf, not really fit for being around kids, but at his size and lack of hygiene, they had him working at Pirates Of The Caribbean as a performer too. A big, fat, dirty pirate, prone to belching, flatulence, and drinking grog constantly. He'd stopped bathing, largely because he was too fat to fit into the show anymore. Gross as his new life was, he wouldn't trade it for anything. Now he was being paid and fed for just lounging around being a fat slob.

At the end if the day, both father and son would return to their room, where they continued stuffing their faces, getting fatter, ripping ass constantly, cuddling and sometimes grinding against each other. At the sizes they were, they couldn't even see their dicks anymore, they were completely covered in fat, not that that bothered them. They were just happy to be together now, doing what they loved, and being fat, disgusting slobs.

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