Slob Control - The Den of Dirty Daddies

Jamie headed up the driveway to Kurt's house. Jamie and Kurt had been good friends all through high school, and both of them had opted to take a gap year before going off to college. They'd found some jobs to save up some money, but in all honesty, both of them were just enjoying the freedom from the confines of school for the time being. Kurt usually worked today, which made the text Jamie had received inviting him over rather unexpected, if not unwelcome. Jamie hadn't exactly been doing much himself, but it was always better hanging around with his friend, maybe smoking some weed, and making plans for the future, than sitting around on his own.

He knocked on the door, and after a few moments, it opened up-only it wasn't Jamie standing in the doorway. Instead, it was a rather imposing older fellow, easily a few inches over six feet tall, wearing nothing more than a pair of rather tight briefs.

"Oh, sorry," Jamie said, looking around a little nervously, "Is, uh, Kurt home?"

The older fellow looked confused for a moment, then seemed to come to some sort of realization standing there-perhaps that he was mostly naked in front of the young man. "Oh, uh, sorry-yeah, I'm, uh, Kurt's uncle! Just visiting for the week."

Jamie looked at him a bit suspicious. Kurt hadn't mentioned that he was going to have any family visiting. It seemed odd that he wouldn't mention it when he texted him to come over. "Oh, uh...well, is he home?"

"Yeah--uh, no. He's at work," the man said.

"He texted me to come over though."

"Maybe he's getting off early-yeah, I think he mentioned something about that," he said, giving his balding head a scratch. The man's armpit was a thick bush of hair, and clearly wet with sweat. It wasn't even that warm today, but the man looked like he was perspiring heavily. "Why don't you come in and wait for him? I doubt he'll be long, if he texted you about it."

Jamie looked at him, and then backed up a step or two. "I think I'll just text him and double check..." He pulled out his phone and opened up the chat to send something to his friend, asking him what was up with this strange man at his house half naked.

"You...you don't need to do that," the man said, "just come on in, it's fine."

Jamie sent the text, and a moment later, he heard a familiar ding from inside the house, behind the man- it was the notification chime of Kurt's phone. He looked at the man, then backed away slowly, but before he could make a break for it, the man grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside, kicking and nearly screaming. Jamie tore his arm away, but ended up on the inside of the door, as the man slammed it shut and leaned against it, blocking Jamie’s exit. “Listen, alright, it’s...complicated, just promise me you won’t freak out.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are or what you’re doing with my friend’s phone man, but I’m calling the cops!” Jamie said, but before he could dial 911, the older man rushed him and grabbed the phone out of his hand. “It’s me, Jamie! Kurt! I’m Kurt!”

Jamie just stared at the old man in disbelief. There was no way, it just wasn’t possible. “I don’t know what kind of fucked up shit you’re doing, but give me back my fucking phone.”

So the old man started rattling off facts and memories that no one other than Kurt could have possibly known. Old girlfriends, ancient secrets, and Jamie just stood there, horrified as he realized the old man was telling the truth. Something had happened to him, something that turned him into some old, hairy, burly dad! When Kurt figured he’d finally convinced Jamie about his identity, he told him what had happened that morning as he’d been leaving the house for work--or rather, he started out by telling him that there was some weird stuff that had been happening in his neighborhood lately. Rumors of guys suddenly, just, changing into completely different people, with no memory of who they’d been, always becoming big, filthy pervy guys. Kurt had always thought that Bill, a neighbor who lived a few streets over who’d always had a reputation for being a pervert, had something to do with it, and this morning confirmed it.

He’d walked out to go to his car, and he’d seen Bill out on the sidewalk with one of his other neighbors, kissing him and groping him like a couple of faggots, in broad daylight! So Kurt had said something about it--called then a couple of faggots, really--and Bill had turned towards him, and somehow frozen him in place. Before he really understood what was going on, he had pushed him back inside his house, and proceeded to...transform him into, well, this. This six foot four, three hundred and fifty pound, hairy as all hell, old as fuck daddy bear that now stood before Jamie in his house. “...I...I didn’t know who to call, Jamie, and...and we’ve always been friends, and so I knew...I knew you’d help me out.” Kurt said, finishing his story.

“Fuck, Kurt, we need to take you to the hospital or something. We need to figure out how to fix this,” Jamie said.

“Fix it, what the fuck do you mean?” Kurt said, “No--you don’t get it, I love this. I’m hot a hot fucking daddy bear, why the hell would I want to change back?”

“Kurt, this...this isn’t you man, this isn’t what you’re supposed to be. You said you wanted me to help you, right? So...so come on, let me get you help.”

“No, look, I...I should explain,” Kurt said. “See, I probably would have thought this body was disgusting before, but now, when I look at myself, fuck, I get so damn horny. Plus, I sweat so much, and I stink so fuckin’ good too, makes my little dicklet get all fuckin’ hard, just sniffin’ my pits,” Kurt said, raised one thick arm up, revealing that forest of fur again. He took a snort, shoved down the front of his briefs, and there was a little two inch cock, hard and stiff. “But fuck, Jamie, I can’t cum without a cock in my hole, I’m just a dirty, horny bottom bear. That’s where you come in man, I need you to fuck me, fuck me hard...”

Kurt came closer to him down the hallway, and as he approached, Jamie caught a whiff of his friend’s new musk, and nearly gagged, it was so strong. Strong enough to make his head spin a bit as he tried to get away. Kurt grabbed hold of him again and pushed him up against the wall with his massive, fat, hairy gut, Jamie’s head pressed against his soft chest, and the smell was so powerful, Jamie couldn’t help but let out a little moan. “Kurt, please don’t do this, you can’t give into this shit.”

‘I tried Jamie, I really tried,” Kurt said, wrapping one arm around the back of Jamie’s head and guiding his head towards one of his pits, feeling his friend struggle to resist. “I held back for a few hours, but I’m just...so horny, you don’t know what it’s like. My filthy daddy hole is on fire. Just...just relax. You’ll like it, I think. Don’t I smell so fucking good now, after all?”

Jamie managed to shove him away, his face slick with Kurt's sweat. It was cool inside, but he was perspiring like it was the middle of summer. "You're fucking disgusting, get a hold of yourself!"

"I'm sorry man, it's too late. I need your cock in me too badly, i can't fucking think about anything else, and soon, I don't think you'll be able to either."

Jamie stumbled away from him, feeling woozy. He couldn't get that filthy, musky scent out of his head. It seemed familiar somehow. Comfortable. If he just smelled it again, maybe he'd know why he seemed to recognize it. Kurt came closer, and Jamie had to push the sudden desire out of his head, and keep backing away from him, deeper into the house. “Kurt, we need to get you help, please,” he said.

“The only thing I need bud, is your hot fuckin’ cock slammin’ into my daddy hole,” Kurt said, eyes glittering with lust. The musk seemed to intensify in the air, making Jamie moan. Kurt ran forward and pulled him into another embrace, and Jamie couldn’t stop himself, pushing his head into his friend’s sweaty pit, smelling and sniffing him.

“That’s it, see? Here, let’s get you out of these clothes, get you more comfortable.”

While Jamie lost himself in Kurt’s new musk, his friend pulled off his shirts, unbuttoned his pants and dropped them down along with his underwear, and helped him out of his shoes. Jamie was in a daze. He knew this was wrong, that he needed to stop this, but he couldn’t resist the allure of Kurt’s stink now. His friend tugged him into the living room, pushed him down onto the couch. Jamie was so aroused he could barely keep his hands off his cock, but he didn’t want to jack off. There was something else more important that he needed to do. He needed to fuck. Yeah, he needed to fuck this horny bottom daddy’s hole. “No--no, I’m not going to fuck you, I’m not,” he said, replying more to the intrusive thoughts in his mind, than to anything Kurt had said.

“You will,” Kurt said, “You...you have to. You’re not there yet, that’s ok, let...let me warm you up. You’re...not really as big as I’d like, but fuck, I want to taste you so bad...” Kurt said, dropped his underwear and stepped out of them, and draped the sweat soaked briefs across Jamie’s face. Jamie melted into the couch, lost in the heady odor of Kurt’s crotch, as the big bear got down on his knees, licked his lips, and took Jamie’s cock in his mouth.

“Kurt--don’t...fuck...” Jamie moaned as Kurt sucked on his cock. He could feel his bushy beard against his crotch, hear Kurt sniffing and snorting like a pig in heat. Jeff couldn’t seem to finish the thought, he kept getting distracted by the stinking fabric engulfing his head, finding it harder and harder to think about anything other than how much he wanted to...to fuck. He moved his hands to try and push Kurt off, but only ended up running them through his sweat soaked hair, feeling the bald top of his head, and pushing him down onto his cock, thrusting up to meet his face. It felt good--great--but it would feel so much better if he was fucking this nasty daddy’s hungry hole, wouldn’t it?

“Don’t worry, just let this daddy help you out a little bit,” Kurt said as he slobbered all over Jamie’s cock. His spit almost tingled along the shaft and the head, intensifying the sensations he was feeling, though Jamie could barely think from the overwhelming musk from the dank briefs shrouding his face. He could feel that same sensation, an odd tingling, almost a burning feeling where the wet fabric touched his face. This was wrong. It felt so good, but this was fucked up. He needed to get Kurt help, not do...whatever the fuck this shit was! It took a tremendous amount of willpower, but he managed to drag the briefs off his face, looked down, and let out a gasp.

His cock--what the fuck had happened to his cock? There Kurt was, running his face against a monstrous cock, easily ten or eleven inches erect, thick as a beer can, erupting from the thick bush of gray hair that had appeared on Jamie’s crotch. That...that wasn’t his cock, but it was attached to his body, he could feel every sensation of it, as Kurt rubbed his bearded face against it, Jamie moaning despite his own horror. “Do you like it?” Kurt asked, “It’s going to feel so good in my greasy, nasty hole, don’t you think?”

Jamie shoved Kurt off him and leapt off the couch. He had to get out of here, this was crazy! He ran for the front door, only for Kurt to grab hold of him and tug him back. “Let me go!” Jamie shouted, and the deep growl that came from his mouth didn’t sound quite right either, but Kurt did as he said--but positioned himself between Jamie and the hall leading to the front door.

“Come on, you’ll feel better soon, just...just let me help you,” Kurt said. Jamie could smell him, could almost taste him, even from this far away. He bolted around the corner and upstairs instead, where he ended up in one of the bedrooms, locking the door behind him. Kurt followed and slammed into the door, “Come on, I’m...I’m sorry, I’m just so horny, you...you don’t understand, I need a daddy dick in me so bad, just...just fuck me once, please...”

Jamie couldn’t shake the daze that he’d felt since having those filthy briefs pressed to his face. He needed to call someone, but he’d left his phone downstairs in his clothes! Why in the hell had he run up here, there was no way out except to go through Kurt, and he...he didn’t trust Kurt one bit. He didn’t quite trust himself around Kurt either. He’d ended up in the master bedroom with an attached bathroom, and went in, intending to splash a little water on his face, but as soon as he caught a look at himself in the mirror, he let out a shout of surprise.

That wasn’t his face! There, looking back at him in the mirror, was the head of someone much older than him, easily in his fifties, bald except for a fringe of gray hair around the sides, with a thick walrus mustache above his mouth. Oddly, it was only the front half of his face that was affected--everything from his ears back looked like his old head. It’s like, everything that the briefs had touched, when he’d had them pressed to his face, had done something to change him into...into, well, a daddy, just like Kurt had! He could see other parts of his body were affected, like bits of his torso where he’d been pressed up against Kurt in the hallway earlier. He rushed over to the sink, determined to try washing himself, to see if that would help, only to discover that the hand that had taken the briefs off his face while he was on the couch...was still holding onto them. That, and it wasn’t really his right hand anymore. Kurt’s filth had rubbed off into his palm and hand, turning it into a massive paw, fur growing on the back of it, nails chipped and ragged. He tried to make the hand release the briefs, but it wouldn’t do it.

With his other hand, he turned the water on in the sink, then tried to maneuver his changed hand under the water, only for the thing to move of its own accord. It attacked his unchanged hand with the briefs, scrubbing it with the filthy fabric, and Jamie could feel the same sensation, that burning tingle, and a moment later, he had two massive, filthy hands where his own should have been. They turned the water off, and then one started stroking his massive daddy cock, while the other pushed the filthy briefs back against Jamie’s face. He stumbled back, trying to twist his face away from the nasty fabric, even as his hand kept trying to push it into his mouth.

He ended up stumbling back out of the bathroom and towards the door, trying to get his hands back under some sort of control. He realized too late that this, apparently, is what his hands had been hoping for. The hand holding the briefs let go, letting Jamie spit them out of his mouth, and opened the door to the bedroom, where Kurt was standing.

“Get in here you filthy fucker,” a voice said--and it took Jamie a moment to realize it had come from his mouth, even as his free hand reached out and grabbed hold of Kurt’s wrist and dragged the massive fellow into the bedroom, and shoved him over towards the bed. “Daddy’s got a big fuckin’ dick that need a horny hole to plow.”

“Well I fuckin’ got one for you,” Kurt said, climbing up on the bed and waving his hairy ass in Jamie’s direction, “Come and fuckin’ get it...”

Jamie still could control his feet. He turned around and tried to run out, only for his hands to grab hold of the doorway, and fling him backwards towards the bed. One grabbed hold of Kurt’s ankle and used that to drag him closer, up onto the bed, and Jamie realized something else--the changes were spreading. What had at first only affected his hands was now running up his forearms, more hair sprouting as the infection pushed up his arms. He could feel the hair falling out as more and more of his head succumbed to whatever this nightmare was, his thoughts becoming harder and harder to parse. He could smell him. Oh fuck, he could smell both of them now, so similar, and yet so very different. Kurt, in front of him, that dirty crack, fuck it stank so good--Jamie’s new hands grabbed hold of one cheek each, spread them, and Jamie drove his nose into the crack, licking at the sweaty, hairy hole for a few moments, losing more of himself in the perversion. He didn’t smell anything like this though. No, he stank real good, strong, powerful. He wasn’t some little dirty daddy bitch like this. No, he was a nasty daddy topfucker, is what he was, and he’d show this hole a thing or two, fuck yeah, he would. He pulled his face away, and ran his massive cock up and down Kurt’s crack, smearing his precum all over his hairy hole, before plunging inside and giving him a few warm up thrusts.

Jamie tried desperately to get control of himself again, but he could feel his old self slipping further and further away. Once he had Kurt’s hole warmed up he began fucking him as hard and as fast as he could, until both of them were working up a proper sweat. He could feel it, as each bead ran down his body, leaving a little trail of old skin and gray hair, converting more and more of his body into a dirty daddy like Kurt was. When he got tired, he’d lie down on top of Kurt, still trusting gently, and lick the salty sweat from his back--and the more he ate, the hornier Jamie became, and the more he could feel himself changing. Adding on some muscle, sure, but also fat, packing on a firm gut that he could rest on the small of Kurt’s back while they fucked. Every once and a while, Kurt would shudder, his puny cock releasing another load of stinking cum into the sheets below them. When Jamie looked around on occasion, he could see that their combined stink and sweat was beginning to affect the bed, the sheets turning brown and crusty with cum and ancient sweat stains, the air foul and stale. Jamie was tired--he’d fought as hard as he could, but he knew the end was coming for him. Once he shot his massive daddy load in Kurt’s hole, he’d forget his old life entirely, and be a dirty, horny top daddy for the rest of his life. He was ready though. No--he was more than ready, he wanted it, didn’t he?

Jamie began fucking Kurt’s hole with even more vigor, sweat dripping from his brow and his mustache onto Kurt’s back, the massive bottom bear nearly howling with pleasure as Jamie’s massive cock pummeled his prostate over and over again. “Fuckin’ cum!” Kurt said, “Fill me up, pump that seed in my guts, make me your little daddy whore.”

“Yeah?” Jamie said, “You wanna be my fucking slut? You want me to pump this nasty load in your hole, make you my little-dicked dirty slave bear, huh? That’s what you wanted when you invited me over? Well fuck you, that’s what you’re fuckin’ gettin’...” Jamie said, ramming his cock in deep, and finally exploding. As he did, he felt one final surge of transformation all over his body, fully corrupting what few bits of him that might have been clinging on to his prior form. That life was over now, though. Jamie was a big dicked, domineering, filthy minded daddy, and he never wanted to be anything else.

He looked down at Kurt, and the massive fellow was moaning and writhing in ecstasy on the bed. Jamie watched as his seed spread through him, changing the massive fellow even further, making him thicker and taller, shrinking his cock down even more, to just a one inch nub, a heavy leather collar appearing around his neck with a lead running down his back into Jamie’s paw, and a tattoo on his ass, proclaiming him as Jamie’s daddyslut.

Jamie’s cock eventually stopped flooding Kurt’s guts, and he climbed off the bed, wandering over to the dirty mirror to get a better look at his new form. He was about the same height--no, he was shorter. A few inches shorter, a burly, wide shouldered daddy standing at around five and a half feet tall. He was covered with gray hairs, with a thick, muscular chest and a strong belly, his eleven inch cock still half hard and drooling between his muscular thighs. Kurt managed to get off the bed and lumbered over, and seeing this huge gorilla of a man come closer, knowing the filthy fucker was totally under his control, Jamie felt his cock start to rise again. He grabbed hold of the lead attached to Kurt’s collar, looked up at the huge fellow, and then with a hard tug, ordered him onto his knees.

Now they were eye level. He gave the brute a deep, sloppy kiss, then shoved his face into one of his stinking armpits, giving him a good dose of Jamie’s dominant scent, reminding the big man who he belonged to. He had a feeling he’d be balls deep in the big dumb bottom’s guts soon enough, and this next fuck would be one to savor. They should probably fuck in a different room too. This one is dirty enough for liking now, he thought, but the rest of the house was a bit too...clean. He’d make this a proper den for a couple of dirty daddies. Then again, why stop at a couple? He could have a whole harem, before too long, all of them fighting over his big cock. Jamie gave a growl at the thought, grinding his hard cock against Kurt’s sweaty chest. That sounded absolutely perfect.