Taking Responsibility

Taking Responsibility

Sometimes you wake up in your dad's body. It freaked you out the first few times, but your dad never let on that he knew anything was up. He always slept naked, his fit, hairy body loosely draped in a thin blanket. You were reluctant to look at his body the first few times, but his morning wood always won out. You'd long since stopped resisting his body's urge to explore itself.

You put your big hairy mitts on his fat cock and ass in seconds after realizing where you were. Your dad had never slept naked on the couch before, but judging from the cockring driving your dick hardness through the roof, you have a feeling something is different.

You close your eyes and softly moan while you stroke your thick meat. You don't even notice when the door opens.

"Someone's having fun."

You recognize the voice. When you open your eyes, you see your original body standing in the doorway with little more than a jockstrap holding his cock in. You don't recall buying that, but you can see the sides of your fat ass spilling out from the straps.

"D-dad?" You mumble, unsure if you should cover yourself or not. He smirks at you.

"You've got a nice body, son, nice fat ass and hairy tits. I just had to take it for a ride," he reached up and squeezed a nipple. "I wouldn't have guessed you could only get off to other men and their fat cocks and thick muscles and..." he trailed off, the bulge in his jock pushing out. "Taking your body made me want to take a cock, son, and it's time you take some responsibility."

He quickly walks over and straddles you on the couch while you both feel up your original bodies. It's a lot easier to appreciate your hard-earned ass when your fat daddy dick is eager to plow it. You position yourself between the cheeks and are pleasantly surprised that your cock glides right inside. It's hot and wet and you're ready to give yourself the ride of your life. Your dad tightens and begins thrusting his ass over his own cock relentlessly. You toss your head back and moan, bucking your hips against his tireless milking. The squats paid off, you thought.

You pulled your dad in and suckled on your sweaty tits while you fucked. He quickly raised his arm up and pressed your face into his hairy pit, the familiar smell of your own body's musk pushing you over the edge.

You found yourself spewing a hot load into your own tight end with a load all over your hairy daddy's chest.

"I'm not sure I took enough responsibility yet, sir," you jest, pulling your body back in for a second round.

What's your favourite type of tf? Anything you'd like to see more of?

I always love a good daddy tf. There's nothing like a husky older man tbh.

One type tf that I'd like to read more of is merging, where it's a more even distribution of traits and not like flat possession. Unintended consequences, I guess.

You’d spent weeks and weeks lacing your dad’s workout tracks with subliminal messages. You’d been softening his psyche up so when you asked him about the ritual to merge your bodies together, he’d consent to it and agree to give you full control. When you walked into his bedroom to see him totally zoned out, wearing nothing but a loose fitting tanktop, you knew he was ready.

You slathered his body in oil, working it into his pert cheeks and hairy chest, enjoying all of what was about to be yours. You took off your clothes and grinded your hard dick between his ass cheeks and chanted the spell. Each time you finished, you could feel yourself slide just a little bit further in. All the while, your dad moaned and whispered about how he wanted you to be inside of him, taking the controls and possessing him. 

Eventually, you noticed your entire lower body had been sucked inside of your dad’s colossal thighs and fat ass. You flexed, noticing your combined dick had grown several inches in length and girth. Feeling your new member stiffen up, you began chanting faster, skipping syllables, and rushing yourself to climb inside. You forced your hands inside his arms, slotting them inside like a glove, and then shoved your head into the back of his. 

Like a movie, all of his memories played back across your own, rewriting your own perspective of your life to match his own. When you opened your eyes next, you could barely remember what had even happened. You had laid down to listen to some music after your workout and poof. Your muscles were sorer than you figured they’d be after such a light workout, but you could see why. Your hairy, oiled-up muscles were bulging out more than they ever had before.

The thought that you’d randomly grown more burly and beefy was making you kind of hot. How had you never noticed how sexual your own body was? You thought it might be a good idea to ask your son if he thought your body was good... assuming you’d be able to find him, that is.

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Dad had gone downstairs to work out and I knew I'd need to make my move quickly. I had been carefully monitoring his workout schedule and I had precious little time to enact the spell and steal his muscular body for myself. My hard dick stuck up from beneath my flabby belly, eager to shoot the load that would get me in.

Ever since I realized I was gay, the thought of my dad's perfect, sweat-shined pecs always made me hard. It was a shame that he never offered to help me workout when I was growing up so I ended up being his complete opposite. Walking upstairs to my room was more than enough to make me winded, but that was all about to change.

Gripping my lubed up dick, I recited the incantation and blasted more cum on my body than I had ever shot before. Basking in the afterglow, I sprang into action and ran down into the basement gym.

Dad was too busy bent over a bench working his thighs to notice me come in. My own cum clinged to my pillowy tummy as I approached. Taking a deep breath, I tackled him and felt our bodies getting closer and closer together.

The spell was supposed to be a simple possession. I'd hop in for a while, jerk off until my nuts were shriveled up, and be back upstairs in time to play a shooter with my friends. I wasn't expecting for our bodies to merge together into one glorious daddy. My flabby, overweight frame packed pounds and pounds of fat over his carved and sculpted muscles.

Dad had always been the perfect hunk, counting calories and measuring himself to make sure he wasn't getting too big, but I had turned us into the perfect daddy bear. Something inside me was eager to explore.

Flexing at the mirror, I took a whiff of my new smelly pit. I had wanted to catch him before he showered so I could enjoy his sweat and musk, but it was more overpowering than I expected. I groped my new furry pecs with both hands, the friction making my dick and nipples hard. Pulling his short shorts off, my hard cock was putting a ton of pressure into the wet jockstrap it was trapped in.

The fat purple head stuck proudly up, reaching up past my bellybutton. I turned my attention downward and fondled my cock and balls with both hands. The musky scent filled my head with thoughts of men. I saw myself writhing in the middle of a muscle daddy orgy, getting stuffed in every hole. I has never considered myself much of a bottom, but this new body was begging to a slutty muscle bottom bear.

I blasted the mirror with rope after rope of cum to the thought of my dad's gym pals stretching me to my limits and using me for their own twisted pleasure. From the memories that were flooding my mind, it seemed like my dad was the one with a mean submissive streak that was strong enough to change me into one too.

With my cum as lube, my hands drifted back to my fat ass. Fingering another load out would have to be enough until I could get a few guys over to work my hairy bear hole out.

You'd heard of 'The Hoe Zone', as it came to be known, from some of your friends who had already undergone the change. A few years back, men reported that they would randomly find themselves in a place that twisted and changed them into a sluttier, gay version of themselves before spitting them back out into the real world. Every guy said it was different, some reported rooms of leather and chains or nightclubs full of men. It only took a few weeks before huge portions of the male population was transformed into walking wet dreams.

You were gay before it all started, so you were never expecting to stumble inside on your way out of class one day. The pink room stretched on as far as you could see, with only a wooden stool with a baseball cap, slightly yellowed jockstrap, and athletic socks placed on it in sight. Picking the jockstrap up, you were overcome with the scent of sweat and musk. It felt like you had reached into some guy's laundry hamper just after a workout.

Gritting your teeth, you stripped out of your clothes and abandoned them on the pink floor. You didn't notice they completely disappeared as you slid the socks on. You suddenly felt a little like running a marathon as you slid the jockstrap up your legs. It didn't quite fit at first, you thought, but only for a few seconds.

The second you put the cap on, sweaty muscles bloomed all over your body. You moaned in pleasure and grabbed onto the stool to keep steady while your body grew. You could hear whispering in your head about how great men were, especially daddies and bears. You involuntarily reached back and snapped the waistband of the jockstrap, getting hard at the little shock of pain. Biting your bottom lip, you closed your eyes.

When you opened them next, you found yourself back in the hallway at college, clad in only a baseball cap, jockstrap, and socks. You turned to head back into the classroom, suddenly wondering if your professor was single...