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This is the finale of the story! Gay cigar scat story still enjoys taking guys home with him from the shop to beat and fuck in the dungeon, but he is always prowling on the app, looking for more boys to turn into his little redneck pig sons, addicted to his cock, his floggers, and his stink. Then, he got a new notification from the app one evening, telling him that he and another member on the app had been successfully matched for a gold tier date.

He had no idea who this stranger was, though the one bit of info he could see was that he, too, was silver. There was a date and a time attached to the date, and while Ken considered not showing up, he knew better than to try and outsmart the app like that. It would make Gay cigar scat story connect one way or another, and he had a feeling that if he skipped out on it, he would be the one who wound up at a disadvantage.

So he got on his favorite biker leathers, climbed on his hog, and drove to the meeting address, only to find himself in a familiar location—it was the same bear bar where he had had his first date with Jack, of all places.

He stepped inside, right on time, and looked around. There, by the bar, was a fellow that seemed to stick out in a rather Arctos fashion—massive, very hairy, smoking a cigar that most guys would struggle to even hold in their mouths like it was nothing. His eyes sparkled when he saw Ken, came over and gave him a hug.

Last time I saw you, you were just barely on your way. Ken knew that voice! It was Jack, of all people. The big bear pulled away, beaming around his massive cigar. He was still muscular, but had filled out a sizable gut as well, though it was the pelt that was most impressive. Seems fitting you would be the one to show me the ropes. It usually aled a change of some sort. He pulled a stick from his vest pocket where he usually kept them, only to pull out a cigar even larger than the one Jack had in his mouth, easily a 90 ring cigar, and close to a foot long. No tingle this time.

Ken shrugged. He saw Jack shudder, and with a grin around his massive cigar, he knew it had worked. About a thick pelt?

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Ken threw Jack onto the king size bed, hearing the springs creak under his massive size, climbed up, spread the cheeks apart and ate out his hole for a few minutes while Jack smoked, reveling in the smell of the hairy bears hole, his cock harder than he could even recall it being.

No one else can fill ya up like I can, no one can really give this loose, empty hole ya call an ass a proper fuck. It was the smell of him, though, that entranced him. He smelled…like him. They smelled like each other. They were also allowed to peruse the silver profiles, and if there was sufficient compatibility, add additional members to their gold unit. Mostly satisfied, he let off a little belch and left out the back door—though it took him a second to realize why.

He no longer lived at the apartment he could vaguely recall living at, but instead rented out the basement in a rundown house back behind the sex shop, where the owner of the shop also lived. He was a bit worried about having to show his face at the office the next day, but that, he realized, was fading quickly as well. He worked menial construction jobs, the dirtier the better, and then after gorging himself on fast food, would spend his free time at the shop, or at home, if he decided to get to know someone better.

He descended the stairs and unlocked the door to his new place, and was momentarily disgusted by the state of things, before the acceptance settled in over it. He went in and remembered that he had finally managed to level up on the arctos dating app. For one thing, he could see some profiles, finally.

Scrolling through a few of them, he realized that they all seemed to be bronze or trial members. It was better than nothing, though, and when he clicked into a profile or two, he saw that he could request a date with them, if he so desired. His cigar smoking, his porn addiction, his gaining and incest fetishes, his craving for humiliation, his gloryhole hobby. He clicked something to edit, but instead of opening up a text box, he got a little pop-up. Apparently, he could modify some of the changes that had been inflicted upon him, but for each one he reduced—another one would have to increase.

As a silver member, he could Gay cigar scat story his profile Gay cigar scat story times before it would lockdown again. He opted to minimize the ugliness that Phil had given him, along with the humiliation fetish, and opted instead for some additional body growth, bulk, and body hair that had been gifted to him by Jack. He accepted the change, and watched in the mirror as his ugly face straightened out into a more rugged look, and his body grew even larger—with his sizable build, he eventually hit six feet eight inches tall, and weighed in at pounds, a good amount of that packed onto his massive gut hanging off him.

Satisfied with that, he looked through the rest of his options. He reduced that option, and decided that he could afford to lean into the redneck, blue collar persona that Phil had given him a bit more. His reality shifted around, and while he still was a regular at the sex shop, usually it was to get his massive, ten inch, uncut cock serviced by a couple of cockwhores in the hall while he watched some porn in a booth.

He showered—on occasion. Maybe once a week, sometimes with soap even! He had one final change to use, and decided he might as well address the masturbation and porn addictions as well. He wished he could have had a boy of his own…though he supposed, with this little app, maybe he could, one day.

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He stroked a load out, thinking about setting up a date with an unsuspecting cub, and then warping them into a total pig for daddies, longing for a proper father to set them right, dominate them, train them, abuse them—anything for family really. It was late though, and he had work on the construction site in the morning. He collapsed onto his bed for a few hours of rest, got up with his alarm, rolled through the fast food t for a few bags of breakfast to feed his gut, and got to the site mostly on time. All day long, he kept checking the app, browsing the various bronze and trial members, narrowing down his selection until he decided on one young man in particular that Gay cigar scat story quite liked the looks of.

He was twenty three, looked like a bit of a hipster with a nice beard for just a young guy, and quite a few tattoos and piercings. He was wearing a nice shirt and khakis in his profile picture, and it looked like he had a job at some tech startup in the city as a programmer. He sent the dating request, and told the boy that he wanted to meet him for a drink a rather run down pub near the worksite—some place that would make him feel plenty out of place.

Before it sent the request, however, he got a pop up from the app, alerting him that placing a date with this profile would also result in some changes to his own profile, in order to enhance compatibility. He hesitated for a moment, but then figured, why not? There, instead, was his motorcycle—an absolutely massive hog custom built for his massive frame.

It had cost a pretty penny, but he fucking loved riding it. Looking down, he saw that his clothes had changed as well—adding a pair of leather chaps, motorcycle boots, and a heavy leather jacket. Nothing to object to so far. He climbed on, and rode off to the bar, and parked out front a few minutes early. He got a beer, and a table where he could see the entrance, and sure enough, there the young man was—named Ryan.

I tried to delete the app off my phone, and then I still got this notification, but I…I think I should go.

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He played with him while Gay cigar scat story finished his beer, softening him up a bit, making sure Ryan knew to call him Daddy, and that every time Ken called him boy, or better, son, he would get more and more turned on each time. When Ken was finished, he suggested they head back to his place. His apartment down there had changed a bit. Half was still a bedroom and kitchenette, but most of the living area was now a well equipped dungeon, with quite a few cameras all around to record the action.

Ken undressed Ryan, and while the boy worshipped his grungy body and dirty leathers, he started warping him, twisting him—and especially his hipster tattoos until he was covered with redneck sayings and references—especially trucks, musk and bikers. Ryan could barely stand afterwards, but Ken just led his boy over to the bed, telling him how proud he was of him, that Daddy loved him so much, laid him down and licked his boy clean for aftercare, sucking a huge load from his own uncut cock at the end of it. Ryan took his leave after that, no longer a programmer, but now a truck driver with a fetish for big dicked bikers—though none of them could compete with Ken.

In the basement, Ken felt incredibly satisfied and more than a little drunk with power. He pulled up the app and began poking around in the other profiles, wondering who his next target would be. All patrons supporting me receive access to the surveys that help me determine what happens next in the story! As with the prior chapters, folks who subscribe to my Patreon get access to the surveys that I use to plan out subsequent chapters.

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Ken woke up the next morning and surveyed the destruction of his long night out with Eddie. While Ken had always liked the look of older guys, the thought of calling someone else Daddy had always made him a little queasy, but he pulled up some videos, started watching, and his reaction now was completely different. He found himself drawn especially to those videos which were a little heavier on the humiliation—whether it was the son manipulating the horny dad into sex, or whether it was the father catching his son in the act of sniffing his underwear, and humiliating him with the fact his own dad turned him on.

Finally, he took a break, lit up a cigar and made himself some breakfast—but with those two cravings taken care of, the need to suck some cock was only getting stronger. A shameless regular, no less. Ken went around behind the booths, half expecting Eddie to be there waiting for him, but there was just a couple of other pigs waiting for cocks to pop through the gloryholes in need of service.

It was slow for a while, and Ken was getting anxious. So much so, that he went out and gave the guy behind the counter a blowjob as well, just to keep his hunger sated. There was a fast food t down the street, and he went down there and stuffed himself for an hour or so, and when he got back to the shop, business had picked up. He sucked a good Gay cigar scat story cocks, and when he was feeling mostly satisfied, he packed up what little dignity he still had and went home, where he stayed up for Gay cigar scat story few more hours, smoking cigars, watching porn, and jacking off, eventually collapsing into bed, considering a shower, but no longer sure why he would even bother.

The rest of his weekend proceeded the same. By Monday morning, he was six foot four and pounds, and thankfully, his work clothes had adjusted themselves to his new reality, like much of the rest of it had, and grown along with him, though finding the tent like shirts a bit snug on his massive, hairy frame only made him more self-conscious. Work, at least, would be more normal, he told himself—but when he arrived, and tried to focus on the tasks at hand, it was nearly impossible.

He took a long lunch break to stuff his gut with fast food, and took several bags back with him to his cubicle, only to be greeted by his boss waiting for him. He was an older fellow, and gave Ken a bit of a flurry in his gut—though any guy could get that reaction out of him at this point. Gay cigar scat story berated him in his office about his performance and missed work days, only for things to take a rather…unsettling turn, and the humiliation turned rather sexual.

Someone else wanted to go on a date with him, from the Arctos app. If nothing else, it would be another load of cum, right? He got to the bar, which was more working class than the sort of place he usually frequented, and scanned around for who he was meeting. The crowd was all guys, but clearly more straight than gay. Ken nodded, and shuffled in his seat a bit. Big, chubby, hairy, big beard, and a total pig for cock. We just need to adjust your…outlook, is all. Ken sat back down, and when the waitress came back by, she dropped off a whole bottle of cheap whiskey, which Phil insisted Ken swig from while he told him what he was going to expect from his latest daddy.

No, he liked his daddies with a bit more country in them. Ken listened, his tie disappearing, his button down swapping out for a grungy undershirt, khakis becoming grubby looking jeans. Showing off that big fucking bulge of yours to anyone around? The humiliation just makes your hornier—and I think a lot of guys get one look at it, and probably want you inside them.

You like other guys telling you what to do, who to fuck, how long, how hard, how many times. I thought you liked older guys? He drove his massive cock in up to the root, and filled his boy up real good with a massive load, holding it in there as long as he could until Phil told him to pull out, and then the young man turned around and sat down on the toilet, his own cock rock hard.

He got himself put back together, stepped out of the stall, and got a good look at his new face for the first time, and was a bit shocked. His big ears and nose, heavy brow with sunken eyes, beard climbing up onto his cheeks paired with substantial balding, most of his beard greying now and colored a bit yellow from all of his cigar smoking over the years. He was an ugly fucker—but what a fucker he was, he supposed. On the other side, he could get as much cum as he wanted, and no one needed to know what he looked like either.

He was now, officially a silver tier member, with new benefits. Most importantly, he discovered that for the first time, he could see other profiles on men on the site—those who were bronze or trial members—and request to go on dates with them. His mind was rather excited by this—but it would have to wait. He finished his meal and went back to the shop. There were still more cocks to suck after all.

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