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I found a degenerate story for you guys containing a father who got divorced while his son returns home from college, and both transform into fat fart-loving furries with the son being the father's new wife. It even has a picture. The worst part is someone commissioned it.
"I've had it! I'm going to my mother's house for the weekend, I can't deal with any of your shit any longer!" Shawn's mother Heather yelled at his father Don in the kitchen downstairs, as Shawn tried to tune them out with the music in his headphones as he sat in his room.
"Sigh... Home sweet home..." Shawn muttered in disappointment. He had been home for the holidays from his first year of College for less than two days and already his parents were having an earth shattering fight. They had always had issues, but now that Shawn was grown and out of the house, their problems have become more visible. Shawn had come to terms that will probably divorce soon, and was actually looking forward to it, just see them happy, even if they would be alone. Instead it's been mostly Shawn just hanging around in his room by himself, staying away from the world war that being waged by his parents against each other.
"Fine! Go to your mother's! See if I care!" Don slammed the door closed and paced around in a rage. Shawn heard his father stomp up the stairs and into his parent's room. He could hear his father still talking to himself in anger.
Shawn sighed in sadness, having been looking forward to some family time. They didn't always get along, but Shawn loved his parents, and was thankful for them staying together during his childhood. His eyes moved over to his old VHS tape collection, full of old 90's movies he and his parents used to watch together during better times.
"Sigh... remnants of better days." Shawn thought to himself, rummaging through the collection. It was full of old nickelodeon movies, Disney classics, and other gems that his father used to buy him whenever he brought home good grades. His eyes moved to what was him and his father's favorite movie to watch together, The Lion King 1½, featuring his favorite cartoon character Pumbaa prominently on the cover.
"Hakuna Matata... No worries for the rest of your days..." Shawn jokingly remembered his favorite song from the original movie. "If only..."
"KNOCK! KNOCK!"
"Come in!" Shawn yelled out, as his father walked in.
"Hey son. I'm sorry you had to hear that." Said Don, a look of sadness in his eyes as he sat next to Shawn on the bed.
"It's okay Dad. I understand. I'll call Mom tomorrow morning and we can figure this out." Said Shawn, trying to reassure his father.
"It's been really rough around here with me and your mother since you left for school. A lot of things we just need to work through. What's that, you looking through the old movies?" Don's face changed from a frown to a smile as he spotted the box on the ground.
"Yeah, just looking through. Too bad we don't have a VHS player anymore."
"Yeah. Your mother sold it last year when we had that garage sale too bad." Don picked up the copy of The Lion King 1½. "Hah. I remember how much you loved this one. How you loved Pumbaa so much we had a Timon and Pumbaa birthday party for you one year.
"Hah! I remember. That was a fun one." Shawn smiled, appreciating this moment with his father.
"Yeah. Man, I wish I could still talk like this with your mother. Things have gotten so estranged between us. It's like we don't know each other anymore. At least I got you son." Don rubbed Shawn's back.
"Of course dad, anytime." Shawn smiled.
"GRRRRRGGGHHLLLL" Don's stomach began to suddenly growl loudly, before he let out a large foul burp. "BUURRRRP"
"Whoops! Beans for dinner might not be the best idea." Don excused himself and laughed it off.
"Jeez dad, now YOU'RE starting to remind me of Pumbaa!" Shawn poked fun at his dad.
"Heh very funny. Well I'm going to go to bed, see you in the morning kid." Said Don, getting up and walking back to his room, now clutching his stomach.
"Hmm.. that growl sounded pretty serious." Shawn thought to himself, before brushing it off and continuing to listen to music.
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That night, Shawn began to have strange intense dreams, dreams of having dirty smelly warthogs, like Pumbaa, constantly burping and farting, visions of being in a world full of Pumbaa-like warthogs instead of people, before it shifted to visions of a sexual nature, of animalistic sex between these warthogs. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of his own reflection, seeing a warthog instead of himself, shocking him out of his dream.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" Shawn screamed, bolting upright in his bed. "Jesus that was weird..." Shawn calmed down after a second. "What was with all that warthog stuff..." He thought to himself as he got up to get some water from downstairs. He walked through the dimly lit hallway in the rising sun, before spotting a figure in the kitchen.
"Oh hey Dad. What brings you here- OHHH GOD!" Shawn practically crapped his pants when he realized it wasn't his father in the kitchen, but a large creature.
An anthropomorphic warthog to be specific. Very similar to Pumbaa.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Shawn screamed in terror, as the creature grabbed him with his large hoofed hands before he could get away. "DAD! Help!" He cried out in terror.
"Son... It's me. I'm your father." The warthog-person spoke in a very familiar voice.
"What the fuck-WHAT?! Oh god I'm still dreaming aren't I... Why all this Pumbaa stuff!",
"Son... *BUUURRRP* It's me, your father, Don. I somehow turned into this." Said Don very matter of factly. "We were talking about Pumbaa last night and somehow I turned into a warthog like him.
"WHAT?! Dad?! How is this possible! Are you okay?!"
"I'm not sure... But yes, I'm okay. I feel great actually. So much better than yesterday. It's like all my troubles have gone away."
Shawn began to step away, still believing he was dreaming. "What.. the... fuck... I don't know why I'm dreaming all this Pumbaa stuff, but I'm never watching that movie again after I wake up from this..."
Don grabbed his son before he could leave, letting out a loud and potent fart in the process, much like the real Pumbaa would. "Son, wait, Don't go."
Shawn was alarmed by the sound, as the smell from the farts finally reached him. "Ew, what the fuck! Did you just fart?!"
"Yes, and it feels amazing." Spoke Don, taking a huge deep breath with his large warthog nostrils. "Why don't you try it out? *BUUURRRP*" Don burped a loud and rancid burp directly into Shawn's face.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Shawn winced in disgust, trying to get away but still in the clutches of his much stronger father. Suddenly he began to feel lightheaded and tingly, not noticing his skin beginning to grow short, soft pink fur.
"What are you doing?!" Shawn cried out, covering his mouth and nose.
"You'll see soon enough my dear.. We need to speed this up though." Shawn's now warthog of a father grabbed his head with his hoofed hands and pushed it into his own new large fat warthog ass, before ripping out the loudest, stinkiest fart yet right into Shawn's nose and face, the slightly green tint still visible in the air.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
"MMppphhh!!!" Shawn screamed, muffled by his father's large masculine ass cheeks, until he let go. "Ggahhh! STOP IT!" Shawn gasped for air, before immediately clutching his nose from the rancid stench. "What the fuck is the matter with you dad?! Oh--oh god that smells so bad..." Shawn held back vomit from the stench in the living room. Suddenly he felt something rumbling inside his stomach.
"GGGRRRRGGGGHHHLL" The sounds became louder and louder, as Shawn became rapidly bloated, clutching his stomach in pain.
"Let it go son... You know you have to.." Said Don, looking at his son with enticement.
"My stomach... it feels like-" Shawn began to panic.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
Shawn let out a similarly rancid fart of his own, this time with a pinkish hue. "W-what? What was that?!" Shawn freaked out, having farted the way his father did before his transformation.
"Ahhh that was soo good... keep making me proud honey..." Don walked over to embrace his transforming son.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
Shawn let out yet another fart, this time as the gas left his body he felt his pants and shirt grow tighter as his hips and belly began to expand like a balloon. Shawn could feel his hip bones crack and adjust as his stomach grew larger to hold more food and gas. Soon his swelling hips and belly were almost as wide as a door frame, his belly looking six months pregnant and growing, a terrified Shawn cradling his growing belly. Soon his chest began to puff up and swell into budding breasts, as his small male ass began to slowly swell to match his growing frame as well.
"Oh god- *BUUUUUUURRRRRRRP* What's happening to me?! Dad! Help me!" Shawn cried, his voice cracking slightly.
"I AM helping you honey... Helping you become more beautiful... more like me... more like my wife..." His father huffed, snorting like a pig between words.
"W-what?!" Shawn's heart stopped when he heard this, as his pants button flew off, the seams of his jeans splitting open from the soft bulging flesh filling within. He looked down at his rapidly feminizing and swelling body, before noticing his arms and hands inflating as well, his fingers darkening and hardening, slowly beginning to fuse. "No! Please, *BUUURRP* this can't be happening to me too!!" Soon his hands had completely fused into warthog hoofs, looking down to see his feet had transformed as well.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
"Please... *BUUURRP* Dad.. make it stop..." Shawn held his groin and was tearing up as his body began to fill with womanly hormones, as his manhood receded into his body, painfully shifting and transforming into a tight woman's vagina. Shawn grabbed his head as he felt his skull begin to ache and crack, feeling the bones shift and realign and grow. Shawn ran to the closest mirror above the couch and watched in horror as his human face and skull grew to a large female warthog's head. He felt his scalp tingle as his short dirty blond hair began to lighten, growing into long luxurious curls that swooped back behind his head.
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!"
The bones of his face shifted further as his nose grew into a large snout, his bottom canine teeth growing to the outside of his mouth. "No... no! Stop this! Please! I don't want to be a warthog dad!"
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!"
His eyes were growing larger, re-distancing themselves, and becoming more feminine, with long, lush eyelashes. Soon he had the face of a cartoonish female warthog, the perfect counterpart to his transformed father.
"Oh god..." Shawn spoke, his voice now high pitched and soft, and very clearly a woman's. He stared at his new face in shock and awe, until he felt the bloating return more intense than ever.
"Now for the fun bits!" Said Don ecstatically.
"W-What?" Shawn could barely react when suddenly a large simultaneous fart and burp left his mouth and ass.
"BBBBRRRRRRRFFFFPPPPHHTTT!!!"
As the rancid gas left his body, Shawn could look down in horror as his budding breasts exploded in size on his chest, followed by his swelling massive shelf of a wide ass. In a matter of a few painful seconds for the Shawn, he had grown a pair of breasts the size of four watermelons each and a massive and shapely round ass that would give door frames and most chairs a lot of trouble. Shawn looked down at his radically transformed newly feminine and warthog body in shock, still sore from the painful transformations, when his tattered clothes began to rearrange and change as well, turning into a lowcut lace bra, and a matching thong that served to lift and accentuate his already massive curves.
"Now that's what I'm talking about..." Don looked at his son turned MILF Warthog wife with lust, his swollen cock stirring at the mere sight of Shawn's new body. "You turned out more gorgeous than I could have ever expected honey."
"Oh Gawd..." Shawn spoke, finally noticing his new voice, and even newer southern belle accent. " My voice too! I sound like a trailer trash whore!"
"It's okay Shonda... You're my wife now. The important thing is that we love each other." Shonda. The name kept ringing in Shawn's ear. It felt eerily familiar.
"WHAT?! No! I'm not Shonda! And you're not a warthog! Ye'r mah daddy! I'm ye'r son! I can't be ye'r wife! Snap out of it daddy!" Shawn cringed when he heard his new accent and way of speaking and tried to stop talking like that. " I don't know what's causin' this but we need to figure out a way to change back....?"
Shawn's (...or was it now Shonda?) words trailed as soon as her saw his father pull down his pants, revealing his enormous new throbbing red warthog cock. It's powerful stench filled the room and was all that Shawn could smell, activating pheromones and Shawn felt his new female insides stir in a way that worried him, as the disgust he should have been feeling was replaced by lust.
"Oh gawd... What's happening to me..."
"Take daddy's cock my dear Shonda. You know you want it. Stop resisting. Take my seed and bear our family lots of children!" Said Don, before farting a silent but deadly and pushing his throbbing erection into Shawn's big, plush ass.
"No... Get away from me... I'm a guy! I'm.." Shawn moaned with pleasure as his father's erection began to brush up against her swollen pussy, which was soaking the panties she was wearing. " Oh GAAwd... I...Must... be... strong! Must.. resist..." Shawn fought off thoughts of riding his father's cock, the thought of that cock shooting it's load inside him and getting her pregnant was becoming more and more powerful and irresistible.
Finally something inside Shawn snapped.
"Shonda" suddenly took over, as she snapped back around and passionately kissed her former father.
"Gimme that smelly cock stud!" Shonda proclaimed, as she pushed her former father onto the floor, tearing off her underwear, and promptly hopping onto Don's throbbing cock cowgirl style.
"AHHH YESS! FUCK ME DADDY!" Shonda cried out in ecstasy as she continued to fart with each thrust, as all that remained of Shawn took a backseat to the sexy and smelly warthog Shonda.
"Now that's what I'm talkin' bout!" Don cried out in pleasure, his new wife's pussy feeling unlike anything he had ever felt before. Shonda and Don continued to fart in unison with pleasurable stroke, the two of them snorting and squealing like the pigs they were.
"SNORT!"
"SNORT!"
"PRRRRRR!!
"SNORT!"
"PRRRRRR!!
Don lifted Shonda up with his new strength and turned her around so that her large, fat ass was in his face, inhaling happily every fart that left her jiggling cheeks, before giving it a slap, and playfully giving it a lick.
"God your ass is so big and fat... I love it!" Don cried out in glee, now motor boating the massive plush pillows that were her asscheeks. Shonda moaned from the new sensations, the possibilities of her new stacked female form finally becoming clear.
The two lovehogs had rough, passionate sex for what felt like both hours and seconds, exploring every curve and crevice of their smelly new bodies. Shonda was completely overcome with lust and orgasmic bliss, having never felt anything like this when he had sex as a guy. Shonda soon realized that sex as a warthog woman was more amazing than human sex could ever be.
"SNORT!"
"PRRRRRR!!
"SNORT!"
"Oh Gawd... your pussy is amazing..." Don huffed, now holding his new wife's plush waist as he pounded her doggy style, her ass reverberating against Don's body with each thrust. "I'm going to cum!"
"Oh... Daddy..." Shonda/Shawn moaned, still overcome with pleasure. "Cum inside me... I want your seed... I want to have your babies... please, I want to be pregnant... gimme all of your hot sticky cum!"
"AHHH!!" The two moaned loudly in unison as they climaxed together. Shonda felt the intense rush of what felt like gallons of her father/husbands semen shooting inside her new and very fertile womb, her entire body contracting from the sensations. Don pulled out his still massive but quickly softening cock, the large amounts of semen drenching his shaft and pouring out of Shawn/Shonda's tight pussy. A loud, smelly fart left Don's ass as he collapsed from exhaustion.
"Oh gawd..." Shonda collapsed in exhaustion next to her former father and new husband, having just had the most intense experience of his/her nineteen year old life. The sexpot fever quickly began to dissipate, as Shawn felt him/herself come back to lucidity. "What just happened..."
"Our love just happened." Don lovingly embraced his new wife and began to spoon her, their still hot and sweaty (and very smelly) naked bodies felt good to embrace. Shonda laid in silence, catching her reflection on the mirror where she watched herself transform. She felt completely her reflection was unrecognizable, yet familiar like she had been a warthog woman her entire life, though could still remember clearly being a normal young man and Don as his father his entire life. Yet now all she could think about was how soon Don could fuck her like a little whore.
"I still don't understand this..." Shonda whimpered, feeling like she was about to cry, like her life had been taken, albeit replaced by something amazing but still alien to him/her.
Don could see the struggle in his wife's eyes, but knew that after that experience, Shonda could never go back to being a normal human guy. "I know it's hard now my dear, but you know as well as I do that was the best sex you ever had. So do you really want to keep trying to find a way to change back, or do you want to go for round two?" Don whispered into Shawn/Shonda's ear, kneading and caressing Shonda's big soft warthog belly.
Shonda laid in silence, deeply considering it.
"I.... I..."
"Do you love me Shonda?" Asked Don, looking deep into his wife's eyes.
Shawn looked away in shame. "O-Of course. Y-you're my father..."
"No dear... I love you as a wife. Do you love me as a husband?" Don moved his hand to Shawn's still soaking wet pussy, stroking her engorged clit and playing with her big soft breasts, before kissing her neck, sending more waves of pleasure and overwhelming Shawn.
"I...I... I love you as a husband."
Shawn's heart sank as the words left her mouth, but felt excitement and arousal come speeding back. It was too late now, Shonda was now a devoted wife and soon to be mother, and despite his best efforts Shawn knew there was no going back now. "I can't take it anymore, I want you to fuck me again daddy! Harder this time!" Moaned Shonda, a look of neediness in here eyes as she played with her large breasts enticingly.
Don smiled, feeling his cock begin to harden again, before lovingly embracing his new wife in a passionate kiss. "God, how I love you."
COMM: From Son to Warthog Wife
*WARNING* Incest and Gas ahead.
"I've had it! I'm going to my mother's house for the weekend, I can't deal with any of your shit any longer!" Shawn's mother Heather yelled at his father Don in the kitchen downstairs, as Shawn tried to tune them out with the music in his headphones as he sat in his room.
"Sigh... Home sweet home..." Shawn muttered in disappointment. He had been home for the holidays from his first year of College for less than two days and already his parents were having an earth shattering fight. They had always had issues, but now that Shawn was grown and out of the house, their problems have become more visible. Shawn had come to terms that will probably divorce soon, and was actually looking forward to it, just see them happy, even if they would be alone. Instead it's been mostly Shawn just hanging around in his room by himself, staying away from the world war that being waged by his parents against each other.
"Fine! Go to your mother's! See if I care!" Don slammed the door closed and paced around in a rage. Shawn heard his father stomp up the stairs and into his parent's room. He could hear his father still talking to himself in anger.
Shawn sighed in sadness, having been looking forward to some family time. They didn't always get along, but Shawn loved his parents, and was thankful for them staying together during his childhood. His eyes moved over to his old VHS tape collection, full of old 90's movies he and his parents used to watch together during better times.
"Sigh... remnants of better days." Shawn thought to himself, rummaging through the collection. It was full of old nickelodeon movies, Disney classics, and other gems that his father used to buy him whenever he brought home good grades. His eyes moved to what was him and his father's favorite movie to watch together, The Lion King 1½, featuring his favorite cartoon character Pumbaa prominently on the cover.
"Hakuna Matata... No worries for the rest of your days..." Shawn jokingly remembered his favorite song from the original movie. "If only..."
"KNOCK! KNOCK!"
"Come in!" Shawn yelled out, as his father walked in.
"Hey son. I'm sorry you had to hear that." Said Don, a look of sadness in his eyes as he sat next to Shawn on the bed.
"It's okay Dad. I understand. I'll call Mom tomorrow morning and we can figure this out." Said Shawn, trying to reassure his father.
"It's been really rough around here with me and your mother since you left for school. A lot of things we just need to work through. What's that, you looking through the old movies?" Don's face changed from a frown to a smile as he spotted the box on the ground.
"Yeah, just looking through. Too bad we don't have a VHS player anymore."
"Yeah. Your mother sold it last year when we had that garage sale too bad." Don picked up the copy of The Lion King 1½. "Hah. I remember how much you loved this one. How you loved Pumbaa so much we had a Timon and Pumbaa birthday party for you one year.
"Hah! I remember. That was a fun one." Shawn smiled, appreciating this moment with his father.
"Yeah. Man, I wish I could still talk like this with your mother. Things have gotten so estranged between us. It's like we don't know each other anymore. At least I got you son." Don rubbed Shawn's back.
"Of course dad, anytime." Shawn smiled.
"GRRRRRGGGHHLLLL" Don's stomach began to suddenly growl loudly, before he let out a large foul burp. "BUURRRRP"
"Whoops! Beans for dinner might not be the best idea." Don excused himself and laughed it off.
"Jeez dad, now YOU'RE starting to remind me of Pumbaa!" Shawn poked fun at his dad.
"Heh very funny. Well I'm going to go to bed, see you in the morning kid." Said Don, getting up and walking back to his room, now clutching his stomach.
"Hmm.. that growl sounded pretty serious." Shawn thought to himself, before brushing it off and continuing to listen to music.
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That night, Shawn began to have strange intense dreams, dreams of having dirty smelly warthogs, like Pumbaa, constantly burping and farting, visions of being in a world full of Pumbaa-like warthogs instead of people, before it shifted to visions of a sexual nature, of animalistic sex between these warthogs. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of his own reflection, seeing a warthog instead of himself, shocking him out of his dream.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" Shawn screamed, bolting upright in his bed. "Jesus that was weird..." Shawn calmed down after a second. "What was with all that warthog stuff..." He thought to himself as he got up to get some water from downstairs. He walked through the dimly lit hallway in the rising sun, before spotting a figure in the kitchen.
"Oh hey Dad. What brings you here- OHHH GOD!" Shawn practically crapped his pants when he realized it wasn't his father in the kitchen, but a large creature.
An anthropomorphic warthog to be specific. Very similar to Pumbaa.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Shawn screamed in terror, as the creature grabbed him with his large hoofed hands before he could get away. "DAD! Help!" He cried out in terror.
"Son... It's me. I'm your father." The warthog-person spoke in a very familiar voice.
"What the fuck-WHAT?! Oh god I'm still dreaming aren't I... Why all this Pumbaa stuff!",
"Son... *BUUURRRP* It's me, your father, Don. I somehow turned into this." Said Don very matter of factly. "We were talking about Pumbaa last night and somehow I turned into a warthog like him.
"WHAT?! Dad?! How is this possible! Are you okay?!"
"I'm not sure... But yes, I'm okay. I feel great actually. So much better than yesterday. It's like all my troubles have gone away."
Shawn began to step away, still believing he was dreaming. "What.. the... fuck... I don't know why I'm dreaming all this Pumbaa stuff, but I'm never watching that movie again after I wake up from this..."
Don grabbed his son before he could leave, letting out a loud and potent fart in the process, much like the real Pumbaa would. "Son, wait, Don't go."
Shawn was alarmed by the sound, as the smell from the farts finally reached him. "Ew, what the fuck! Did you just fart?!"
"Yes, and it feels amazing." Spoke Don, taking a huge deep breath with his large warthog nostrils. "Why don't you try it out? *BUUURRRP*" Don burped a loud and rancid burp directly into Shawn's face.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Shawn winced in disgust, trying to get away but still in the clutches of his much stronger father. Suddenly he began to feel lightheaded and tingly, not noticing his skin beginning to grow short, soft pink fur.
"What are you doing?!" Shawn cried out, covering his mouth and nose.
"You'll see soon enough my dear.. We need to speed this up though." Shawn's now warthog of a father grabbed his head with his hoofed hands and pushed it into his own new large fat warthog ass, before ripping out the loudest, stinkiest fart yet right into Shawn's nose and face, the slightly green tint still visible in the air.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
"MMppphhh!!!" Shawn screamed, muffled by his father's large masculine ass cheeks, until he let go. "Ggahhh! STOP IT!" Shawn gasped for air, before immediately clutching his nose from the rancid stench. "What the fuck is the matter with you dad?! Oh--oh god that smells so bad..." Shawn held back vomit from the stench in the living room. Suddenly he felt something rumbling inside his stomach.
"GGGRRRRGGGGHHHLL" The sounds became louder and louder, as Shawn became rapidly bloated, clutching his stomach in pain.
"Let it go son... You know you have to.." Said Don, looking at his son with enticement.
"My stomach... it feels like-" Shawn began to panic.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
Shawn let out a similarly rancid fart of his own, this time with a pinkish hue. "W-what? What was that?!" Shawn freaked out, having farted the way his father did before his transformation.
"Ahhh that was soo good... keep making me proud honey..." Don walked over to embrace his transforming son.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
Shawn let out yet another fart, this time as the gas left his body he felt his pants and shirt grow tighter as his hips and belly began to expand like a balloon. Shawn could feel his hip bones crack and adjust as his stomach grew larger to hold more food and gas. Soon his swelling hips and belly were almost as wide as a door frame, his belly looking six months pregnant and growing, a terrified Shawn cradling his growing belly. Soon his chest began to puff up and swell into budding breasts, as his small male ass began to slowly swell to match his growing frame as well.
"Oh god- *BUUUUUUURRRRRRRP* What's happening to me?! Dad! Help me!" Shawn cried, his voice cracking slightly.
"I AM helping you honey... Helping you become more beautiful... more like me... more like my wife..." His father huffed, snorting like a pig between words.
"W-what?!" Shawn's heart stopped when he heard this, as his pants button flew off, the seams of his jeans splitting open from the soft bulging flesh filling within. He looked down at his rapidly feminizing and swelling body, before noticing his arms and hands inflating as well, his fingers darkening and hardening, slowly beginning to fuse. "No! Please, *BUUURRP* this can't be happening to me too!!" Soon his hands had completely fused into warthog hoofs, looking down to see his feet had transformed as well.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
"Please... *BUUURRP* Dad.. make it stop..." Shawn held his groin and was tearing up as his body began to fill with womanly hormones, as his manhood receded into his body, painfully shifting and transforming into a tight woman's vagina. Shawn grabbed his head as he felt his skull begin to ache and crack, feeling the bones shift and realign and grow. Shawn ran to the closest mirror above the couch and watched in horror as his human face and skull grew to a large female warthog's head. He felt his scalp tingle as his short dirty blond hair began to lighten, growing into long luxurious curls that swooped back behind his head.
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!"
The bones of his face shifted further as his nose grew into a large snout, his bottom canine teeth growing to the outside of his mouth. "No... no! Stop this! Please! I don't want to be a warthog dad!"
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!"
His eyes were growing larger, re-distancing themselves, and becoming more feminine, with long, lush eyelashes. Soon he had the face of a cartoonish female warthog, the perfect counterpart to his transformed father.
"Oh god..." Shawn spoke, his voice now high pitched and soft, and very clearly a woman's. He stared at his new face in shock and awe, until he felt the bloating return more intense than ever.
"Now for the fun bits!" Said Don ecstatically.
"W-What?" Shawn could barely react when suddenly a large simultaneous fart and burp left his mouth and ass.
"BBBBRRRRRRRFFFFPPPPHHTTT!!!"
As the rancid gas left his body, Shawn could look down in horror as his budding breasts exploded in size on his chest, followed by his swelling massive shelf of a wide ass. In a matter of a few painful seconds for the Shawn, he had grown a pair of breasts the size of four watermelons each and a massive and shapely round ass that would give door frames and most chairs a lot of trouble. Shawn looked down at his radically transformed newly feminine and warthog body in shock, still sore from the painful transformations, when his tattered clothes began to rearrange and change as well, turning into a lowcut lace bra, and a matching thong that served to lift and accentuate his already massive curves.
"Now that's what I'm talking about..." Don looked at his son turned MILF Warthog wife with lust, his swollen cock stirring at the mere sight of Shawn's new body. "You turned out more gorgeous than I could have ever expected honey."
"Oh Gawd..." Shawn spoke, finally noticing his new voice, and even newer southern belle accent. " My voice too! I sound like a trailer trash whore!"
"It's okay Shonda... You're my wife now. The important thing is that we love each other." Shonda. The name kept ringing in Shawn's ear. It felt eerily familiar.
"WHAT?! No! I'm not Shonda! And you're not a warthog! Ye'r mah daddy! I'm ye'r son! I can't be ye'r wife! Snap out of it daddy!" Shawn cringed when he heard his new accent and way of speaking and tried to stop talking like that. " I don't know what's causin' this but we need to figure out a way to change back....?"
Shawn's (...or was it now Shonda?) words trailed as soon as her saw his father pull down his pants, revealing his enormous new throbbing red warthog cock. It's powerful stench filled the room and was all that Shawn could smell, activating pheromones and Shawn felt his new female insides stir in a way that worried him, as the disgust he should have been feeling was replaced by lust.
"Oh gawd... What's happening to me..."
"Take daddy's cock my dear Shonda. You know you want it. Stop resisting. Take my seed and bear our family lots of children!" Said Don, before farting a silent but deadly and pushing his throbbing erection into Shawn's big, plush ass.
"No... Get away from me... I'm a guy! I'm.." Shawn moaned with pleasure as his father's erection began to brush up against her swollen pussy, which was soaking the panties she was wearing. " Oh GAAwd... I...Must... be... strong! Must.. resist..." Shawn fought off thoughts of riding his father's cock, the thought of that cock shooting it's load inside him and getting her pregnant was becoming more and more powerful and irresistible.
Finally something inside Shawn snapped.
"Shonda" suddenly took over, as she snapped back around and passionately kissed her former father.
"Gimme that smelly cock stud!" Shonda proclaimed, as she pushed her former father onto the floor, tearing off her underwear, and promptly hopping onto Don's throbbing cock cowgirl style.
"AHHH YESS! FUCK ME DADDY!" Shonda cried out in ecstasy as she continued to fart with each thrust, as all that remained of Shawn took a backseat to the sexy and smelly warthog Shonda.
"Now that's what I'm talkin' bout!" Don cried out in pleasure, his new wife's pussy feeling unlike anything he had ever felt before. Shonda and Don continued to fart in unison with pleasurable stroke, the two of them snorting and squealing like the pigs they were.
"SNORT!"
"SNORT!"
"PRRRRRR!!
"SNORT!"
"PRRRRRR!!
Don lifted Shonda up with his new strength and turned her around so that her large, fat ass was in his face, inhaling happily every fart that left her jiggling cheeks, before giving it a slap, and playfully giving it a lick.
"God your ass is so big and fat... I love it!" Don cried out in glee, now motor boating the massive plush pillows that were her asscheeks. Shonda moaned from the new sensations, the possibilities of her new stacked female form finally becoming clear.
The two lovehogs had rough, passionate sex for what felt like both hours and seconds, exploring every curve and crevice of their smelly new bodies. Shonda was completely overcome with lust and orgasmic bliss, having never felt anything like this when he had sex as a guy. Shonda soon realized that sex as a warthog woman was more amazing than human sex could ever be.
"SNORT!"
"PRRRRRR!!
"SNORT!"
"Oh Gawd... your pussy is amazing..." Don huffed, now holding his new wife's plush waist as he pounded her doggy style, her ass reverberating against Don's body with each thrust. "I'm going to cum!"
"Oh... Daddy..." Shonda/Shawn moaned, still overcome with pleasure. "Cum inside me... I want your seed... I want to have your babies... please, I want to be pregnant... gimme all of your hot sticky cum!"
"AHHH!!" The two moaned loudly in unison as they climaxed together. Shonda felt the intense rush of what felt like gallons of her father/husbands semen shooting inside her new and very fertile womb, her entire body contracting from the sensations. Don pulled out his still massive but quickly softening cock, the large amounts of semen drenching his shaft and pouring out of Shawn/Shonda's tight pussy. A loud, smelly fart left Don's ass as he collapsed from exhaustion.
"Oh gawd..." Shonda collapsed in exhaustion next to her former father and new husband, having just had the most intense experience of his/her nineteen year old life. The sexpot fever quickly began to dissipate, as Shawn felt him/herself come back to lucidity. "What just happened..."
"Our love just happened." Don lovingly embraced his new wife and began to spoon her, their still hot and sweaty (and very smelly) naked bodies felt good to embrace. Shonda laid in silence, catching her reflection on the mirror where she watched herself transform. She felt completely her reflection was unrecognizable, yet familiar like she had been a warthog woman her entire life, though could still remember clearly being a normal young man and Don as his father his entire life. Yet now all she could think about was how soon Don could fuck her like a little whore.
"I still don't understand this..." Shonda whimpered, feeling like she was about to cry, like her life had been taken, albeit replaced by something amazing but still alien to him/her.
Don could see the struggle in his wife's eyes, but knew that after that experience, Shonda could never go back to being a normal human guy. "I know it's hard now my dear, but you know as well as I do that was the best sex you ever had. So do you really want to keep trying to find a way to change back, or do you want to go for round two?" Don whispered into Shawn/Shonda's ear, kneading and caressing Shonda's big soft warthog belly.
Shonda laid in silence, deeply considering it.
"I.... I..."
"Do you love me Shonda?" Asked Don, looking deep into his wife's eyes.
Shawn looked away in shame. "O-Of course. Y-you're my father..."
"No dear... I love you as a wife. Do you love me as a husband?" Don moved his hand to Shawn's still soaking wet pussy, stroking her engorged clit and playing with her big soft breasts, before kissing her neck, sending more waves of pleasure and overwhelming Shawn.
"I...I... I love you as a husband."
Shawn's heart sank as the words left her mouth, but felt excitement and arousal come speeding back. It was too late now, Shonda was now a devoted wife and soon to be mother, and despite his best efforts Shawn knew there was no going back now. "I can't take it anymore, I want you to fuck me again daddy! Harder this time!" Moaned Shonda, a look of neediness in here eyes as she played with her large breasts enticingly.
Don smiled, feeling his cock begin to harden again, before lovingly embracing his new wife in a passionate kiss. "God, how I love you."
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I think thats a trollHello, i'll provide vid logo autism while this fucking moon is looming
And here's some bonus.
I found a degenerate story for you guys containing a father who got divorced while his son returns home from college, and both transform into fat fart-loving furries with the son being the father's new wife. It even has a picture. The worst part is someone commissioned it.
COMM: From Son to Warthog Wife
*WARNING* Incest and Gas ahead.
"I've had it! I'm going to my mother's house for the weekend, I can't deal with any of your shit any longer!" Shawn's mother Heather yelled at his father Don in the kitchen downstairs, as Shawn tried to tune them out with the music in his headphones as he sat in his room.
"Sigh... Home sweet home..." Shawn muttered in disappointment. He had been home for the holidays from his first year of College for less than two days and already his parents were having an earth shattering fight. They had always had issues, but now that Shawn was grown and out of the house, their problems have become more visible. Shawn had come to terms that will probably divorce soon, and was actually looking forward to it, just see them happy, even if they would be alone. Instead it's been mostly Shawn just hanging around in his room by himself, staying away from the world war that being waged by his parents against each other.
"Fine! Go to your mother's! See if I care!" Don slammed the door closed and paced around in a rage. Shawn heard his father stomp up the stairs and into his parent's room. He could hear his father still talking to himself in anger.
Shawn sighed in sadness, having been looking forward to some family time. They didn't always get along, but Shawn loved his parents, and was thankful for them staying together during his childhood. His eyes moved over to his old VHS tape collection, full of old 90's movies he and his parents used to watch together during better times.
"Sigh... remnants of better days." Shawn thought to himself, rummaging through the collection. It was full of old nickelodeon movies, Disney classics, and other gems that his father used to buy him whenever he brought home good grades. His eyes moved to what was him and his father's favorite movie to watch together, The Lion King 1½, featuring his favorite cartoon character Pumbaa prominently on the cover.
"Hakuna Matata... No worries for the rest of your days..." Shawn jokingly remembered his favorite song from the original movie. "If only..."
"KNOCK! KNOCK!"
"Come in!" Shawn yelled out, as his father walked in.
"Hey son. I'm sorry you had to hear that." Said Don, a look of sadness in his eyes as he sat next to Shawn on the bed.
"It's okay Dad. I understand. I'll call Mom tomorrow morning and we can figure this out." Said Shawn, trying to reassure his father.
"It's been really rough around here with me and your mother since you left for school. A lot of things we just need to work through. What's that, you looking through the old movies?" Don's face changed from a frown to a smile as he spotted the box on the ground.
"Yeah, just looking through. Too bad we don't have a VHS player anymore."
"Yeah. Your mother sold it last year when we had that garage sale too bad." Don picked up the copy of The Lion King 1½. "Hah. I remember how much you loved this one. How you loved Pumbaa so much we had a Timon and Pumbaa birthday party for you one year.
"Hah! I remember. That was a fun one." Shawn smiled, appreciating this moment with his father.
"Yeah. Man, I wish I could still talk like this with your mother. Things have gotten so estranged between us. It's like we don't know each other anymore. At least I got you son." Don rubbed Shawn's back.
"Of course dad, anytime." Shawn smiled.
"GRRRRRGGGHHLLLL" Don's stomach began to suddenly growl loudly, before he let out a large foul burp. "BUURRRRP"
"Whoops! Beans for dinner might not be the best idea." Don excused himself and laughed it off.
"Jeez dad, now YOU'RE starting to remind me of Pumbaa!" Shawn poked fun at his dad.
"Heh very funny. Well I'm going to go to bed, see you in the morning kid." Said Don, getting up and walking back to his room, now clutching his stomach.
"Hmm.. that growl sounded pretty serious." Shawn thought to himself, before brushing it off and continuing to listen to music.
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That night, Shawn began to have strange intense dreams, dreams of having dirty smelly warthogs, like Pumbaa, constantly burping and farting, visions of being in a world full of Pumbaa-like warthogs instead of people, before it shifted to visions of a sexual nature, of animalistic sex between these warthogs. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of his own reflection, seeing a warthog instead of himself, shocking him out of his dream.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" Shawn screamed, bolting upright in his bed. "Jesus that was weird..." Shawn calmed down after a second. "What was with all that warthog stuff..." He thought to himself as he got up to get some water from downstairs. He walked through the dimly lit hallway in the rising sun, before spotting a figure in the kitchen.
"Oh hey Dad. What brings you here- OHHH GOD!" Shawn practically crapped his pants when he realized it wasn't his father in the kitchen, but a large creature.
An anthropomorphic warthog to be specific. Very similar to Pumbaa.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Shawn screamed in terror, as the creature grabbed him with his large hoofed hands before he could get away. "DAD! Help!" He cried out in terror.
"Son... It's me. I'm your father." The warthog-person spoke in a very familiar voice.
"What the fuck-WHAT?! Oh god I'm still dreaming aren't I... Why all this Pumbaa stuff!",
"Son... *BUUURRRP* It's me, your father, Don. I somehow turned into this." Said Don very matter of factly. "We were talking about Pumbaa last night and somehow I turned into a warthog like him.
"WHAT?! Dad?! How is this possible! Are you okay?!"
"I'm not sure... But yes, I'm okay. I feel great actually. So much better than yesterday. It's like all my troubles have gone away."
Shawn began to step away, still believing he was dreaming. "What.. the... fuck... I don't know why I'm dreaming all this Pumbaa stuff, but I'm never watching that movie again after I wake up from this..."
Don grabbed his son before he could leave, letting out a loud and potent fart in the process, much like the real Pumbaa would. "Son, wait, Don't go."
Shawn was alarmed by the sound, as the smell from the farts finally reached him. "Ew, what the fuck! Did you just fart?!"
"Yes, and it feels amazing." Spoke Don, taking a huge deep breath with his large warthog nostrils. "Why don't you try it out? *BUUURRRP*" Don burped a loud and rancid burp directly into Shawn's face.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Shawn winced in disgust, trying to get away but still in the clutches of his much stronger father. Suddenly he began to feel lightheaded and tingly, not noticing his skin beginning to grow short, soft pink fur.
"What are you doing?!" Shawn cried out, covering his mouth and nose.
"You'll see soon enough my dear.. We need to speed this up though." Shawn's now warthog of a father grabbed his head with his hoofed hands and pushed it into his own new large fat warthog ass, before ripping out the loudest, stinkiest fart yet right into Shawn's nose and face, the slightly green tint still visible in the air.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
"MMppphhh!!!" Shawn screamed, muffled by his father's large masculine ass cheeks, until he let go. "Ggahhh! STOP IT!" Shawn gasped for air, before immediately clutching his nose from the rancid stench. "What the fuck is the matter with you dad?! Oh--oh god that smells so bad..." Shawn held back vomit from the stench in the living room. Suddenly he felt something rumbling inside his stomach.
"GGGRRRRGGGGHHHLL" The sounds became louder and louder, as Shawn became rapidly bloated, clutching his stomach in pain.
"Let it go son... You know you have to.." Said Don, looking at his son with enticement.
"My stomach... it feels like-" Shawn began to panic.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
Shawn let out a similarly rancid fart of his own, this time with a pinkish hue. "W-what? What was that?!" Shawn freaked out, having farted the way his father did before his transformation.
"Ahhh that was soo good... keep making me proud honey..." Don walked over to embrace his transforming son.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
Shawn let out yet another fart, this time as the gas left his body he felt his pants and shirt grow tighter as his hips and belly began to expand like a balloon. Shawn could feel his hip bones crack and adjust as his stomach grew larger to hold more food and gas. Soon his swelling hips and belly were almost as wide as a door frame, his belly looking six months pregnant and growing, a terrified Shawn cradling his growing belly. Soon his chest began to puff up and swell into budding breasts, as his small male ass began to slowly swell to match his growing frame as well.
"Oh god- *BUUUUUUURRRRRRRP* What's happening to me?! Dad! Help me!" Shawn cried, his voice cracking slightly.
"I AM helping you honey... Helping you become more beautiful... more like me... more like my wife..." His father huffed, snorting like a pig between words.
"W-what?!" Shawn's heart stopped when he heard this, as his pants button flew off, the seams of his jeans splitting open from the soft bulging flesh filling within. He looked down at his rapidly feminizing and swelling body, before noticing his arms and hands inflating as well, his fingers darkening and hardening, slowly beginning to fuse. "No! Please, *BUUURRP* this can't be happening to me too!!" Soon his hands had completely fused into warthog hoofs, looking down to see his feet had transformed as well.
"PPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!"
"Please... *BUUURRP* Dad.. make it stop..." Shawn held his groin and was tearing up as his body began to fill with womanly hormones, as his manhood receded into his body, painfully shifting and transforming into a tight woman's vagina. Shawn grabbed his head as he felt his skull begin to ache and crack, feeling the bones shift and realign and grow. Shawn ran to the closest mirror above the couch and watched in horror as his human face and skull grew to a large female warthog's head. He felt his scalp tingle as his short dirty blond hair began to lighten, growing into long luxurious curls that swooped back behind his head.
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!"
The bones of his face shifted further as his nose grew into a large snout, his bottom canine teeth growing to the outside of his mouth. "No... no! Stop this! Please! I don't want to be a warthog dad!"
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!"
His eyes were growing larger, re-distancing themselves, and becoming more feminine, with long, lush eyelashes. Soon he had the face of a cartoonish female warthog, the perfect counterpart to his transformed father.
"Oh god..." Shawn spoke, his voice now high pitched and soft, and very clearly a woman's. He stared at his new face in shock and awe, until he felt the bloating return more intense than ever.
"Now for the fun bits!" Said Don ecstatically.
"W-What?" Shawn could barely react when suddenly a large simultaneous fart and burp left his mouth and ass.
"BBBBRRRRRRRFFFFPPPPHHTTT!!!"
As the rancid gas left his body, Shawn could look down in horror as his budding breasts exploded in size on his chest, followed by his swelling massive shelf of a wide ass. In a matter of a few painful seconds for the Shawn, he had grown a pair of breasts the size of four watermelons each and a massive and shapely round ass that would give door frames and most chairs a lot of trouble. Shawn looked down at his radically transformed newly feminine and warthog body in shock, still sore from the painful transformations, when his tattered clothes began to rearrange and change as well, turning into a lowcut lace bra, and a matching thong that served to lift and accentuate his already massive curves.
"Now that's what I'm talking about..." Don looked at his son turned MILF Warthog wife with lust, his swollen cock stirring at the mere sight of Shawn's new body. "You turned out more gorgeous than I could have ever expected honey."
"Oh Gawd..." Shawn spoke, finally noticing his new voice, and even newer southern belle accent. " My voice too! I sound like a trailer trash whore!"
"It's okay Shonda... You're my wife now. The important thing is that we love each other." Shonda. The name kept ringing in Shawn's ear. It felt eerily familiar.
"WHAT?! No! I'm not Shonda! And you're not a warthog! Ye'r mah daddy! I'm ye'r son! I can't be ye'r wife! Snap out of it daddy!" Shawn cringed when he heard his new accent and way of speaking and tried to stop talking like that. " I don't know what's causin' this but we need to figure out a way to change back....?"
Shawn's (...or was it now Shonda?) words trailed as soon as her saw his father pull down his pants, revealing his enormous new throbbing red warthog cock. It's powerful stench filled the room and was all that Shawn could smell, activating pheromones and Shawn felt his new female insides stir in a way that worried him, as the disgust he should have been feeling was replaced by lust.
"Oh gawd... What's happening to me..."
"Take daddy's cock my dear Shonda. You know you want it. Stop resisting. Take my seed and bear our family lots of children!" Said Don, before farting a silent but deadly and pushing his throbbing erection into Shawn's big, plush ass.
"No... Get away from me... I'm a guy! I'm.." Shawn moaned with pleasure as his father's erection began to brush up against her swollen pussy, which was soaking the panties she was wearing. " Oh GAAwd... I...Must... be... strong! Must.. resist..." Shawn fought off thoughts of riding his father's cock, the thought of that cock shooting it's load inside him and getting her pregnant was becoming more and more powerful and irresistible.
Finally something inside Shawn snapped.
"Shonda" suddenly took over, as she snapped back around and passionately kissed her former father.
"Gimme that smelly cock stud!" Shonda proclaimed, as she pushed her former father onto the floor, tearing off her underwear, and promptly hopping onto Don's throbbing cock cowgirl style.
"AHHH YESS! FUCK ME DADDY!" Shonda cried out in ecstasy as she continued to fart with each thrust, as all that remained of Shawn took a backseat to the sexy and smelly warthog Shonda.
"Now that's what I'm talkin' bout!" Don cried out in pleasure, his new wife's pussy feeling unlike anything he had ever felt before. Shonda and Don continued to fart in unison with pleasurable stroke, the two of them snorting and squealing like the pigs they were.
"SNORT!"
"SNORT!"
"PRRRRRR!!
"SNORT!"
"PRRRRRR!!
Don lifted Shonda up with his new strength and turned her around so that her large, fat ass was in his face, inhaling happily every fart that left her jiggling cheeks, before giving it a slap, and playfully giving it a lick.
"God your ass is so big and fat... I love it!" Don cried out in glee, now motor boating the massive plush pillows that were her asscheeks. Shonda moaned from the new sensations, the possibilities of her new stacked female form finally becoming clear.
The two lovehogs had rough, passionate sex for what felt like both hours and seconds, exploring every curve and crevice of their smelly new bodies. Shonda was completely overcome with lust and orgasmic bliss, having never felt anything like this when he had sex as a guy. Shonda soon realized that sex as a warthog woman was more amazing than human sex could ever be.
"SNORT!"
"PRRRRRR!!
"SNORT!"
"Oh Gawd... your pussy is amazing..." Don huffed, now holding his new wife's plush waist as he pounded her doggy style, her ass reverberating against Don's body with each thrust. "I'm going to cum!"
"Oh... Daddy..." Shonda/Shawn moaned, still overcome with pleasure. "Cum inside me... I want your seed... I want to have your babies... please, I want to be pregnant... gimme all of your hot sticky cum!"
"AHHH!!" The two moaned loudly in unison as they climaxed together. Shonda felt the intense rush of what felt like gallons of her father/husbands semen shooting inside her new and very fertile womb, her entire body contracting from the sensations. Don pulled out his still massive but quickly softening cock, the large amounts of semen drenching his shaft and pouring out of Shawn/Shonda's tight pussy. A loud, smelly fart left Don's ass as he collapsed from exhaustion.
"Oh gawd..." Shonda collapsed in exhaustion next to her former father and new husband, having just had the most intense experience of his/her nineteen year old life. The sexpot fever quickly began to dissipate, as Shawn felt him/herself come back to lucidity. "What just happened..."
"Our love just happened." Don lovingly embraced his new wife and began to spoon her, their still hot and sweaty (and very smelly) naked bodies felt good to embrace. Shonda laid in silence, catching her reflection on the mirror where she watched herself transform. She felt completely her reflection was unrecognizable, yet familiar like she had been a warthog woman her entire life, though could still remember clearly being a normal young man and Don as his father his entire life. Yet now all she could think about was how soon Don could fuck her like a little whore.
"I still don't understand this..." Shonda whimpered, feeling like she was about to cry, like her life had been taken, albeit replaced by something amazing but still alien to him/her.
Don could see the struggle in his wife's eyes, but knew that after that experience, Shonda could never go back to being a normal human guy. "I know it's hard now my dear, but you know as well as I do that was the best sex you ever had. So do you really want to keep trying to find a way to change back, or do you want to go for round two?" Don whispered into Shawn/Shonda's ear, kneading and caressing Shonda's big soft warthog belly.
Shonda laid in silence, deeply considering it.
"I.... I..."
"Do you love me Shonda?" Asked Don, looking deep into his wife's eyes.
Shawn looked away in shame. "O-Of course. Y-you're my father..."
"No dear... I love you as a wife. Do you love me as a husband?" Don moved his hand to Shawn's still soaking wet pussy, stroking her engorged clit and playing with her big soft breasts, before kissing her neck, sending more waves of pleasure and overwhelming Shawn.
"I...I... I love you as a husband."
Shawn's heart sank as the words left her mouth, but felt excitement and arousal come speeding back. It was too late now, Shonda was now a devoted wife and soon to be mother, and despite his best efforts Shawn knew there was no going back now. "I can't take it anymore, I want you to fuck me again daddy! Harder this time!" Moaned Shonda, a look of neediness in here eyes as she played with her large breasts enticingly.
Don smiled, feeling his cock begin to harden again, before lovingly embracing his new wife in a passionate kiss. "God, how I love you."
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What used to be a kink is now indistinguishable from a virtue signal
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@BadDAart like said before, is not only good at showcasing the art of autists,but also at attracting them aswell! Here's a sweet lil' ditty I found while searching the comment sections. Hope yin' enjoy!
See for youself!
Bonus: The Circle Tool Image in Question!
See for youself!
Bonus: The Circle Tool Image in Question!
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What, and dare I say, the absolute fuck.
yetanotheranon
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I'm a new fag here but I thought I should post this here, most of their art is age restricted but still
he apparently has been on the cite fore 13 years and still makes 'art', their recent 'art' is about 9 hours ago
Edit: he mainly posts bbw, "pantieflated" which look more like diaper fetish , fakemon, oc megaman designs, inflation, and blueberry. His art style as changed overtime, but only from mspaint to paper with thicker lines.
he apparently has been on the cite fore 13 years and still makes 'art', their recent 'art' is about 9 hours ago
Edit: he mainly posts bbw, "pantieflated" which look more like diaper fetish , fakemon, oc megaman designs, inflation, and blueberry. His art style as changed overtime, but only from mspaint to paper with thicker lines.
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the corona times has finally given mask fetishists a chance to show their fetishes in public without getting judged.
They have to watch out for the "these masks are strangling my rights and freedom" kind of people, though.
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I saw the clip this picture of her came from too, her diaper is full...
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Jojolantern2000 - Hobbyist, Traditional Artist | DeviantArt
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Imagine if you will, a chinese communist furfag who ironically enough comes from Wuhan. Not to mention hates everything about America and Japan, yet uses characters that originate from those countries in his artwork. Your result would be JojoLantern2000, now I don’t give a fuck if you’re a communist or what not. But the amount of hypocrisy that comes from this user speaks volumes. And despite hating america so much, he lives in California as a dual citizen.
Did I mention he’s obsessed with Anthropomorphic planes as well?
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I'll give him this....he can actually draw (Take note retards)Jojolantern2000 - Hobbyist, Traditional Artist | DeviantArt
Check out Jojolantern2000's art on DeviantArt. Browse the user profile and get inspired.
Imagine if you will, a chinese communist furfag who ironically enough comes from Wuhan. Not to mention hates everything about America and Japan, yet uses characters that originate from those countries in his artwork. Your result would be JojoLantern2000, now I don’t give a fuck if you’re a communist or what not. But the amount of hypocrisy that comes from this user speaks volumes. And despite hating america so much, he lives in California as a dual citizen.
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Did I mention he’s obsessed with Anthropomorphic planes as well?
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Jojolantern2000 - Hobbyist, Traditional Artist | DeviantArt
Check out Jojolantern2000's art on DeviantArt. Browse the user profile and get inspired.
Imagine if you will, a chinese communist furfag who ironically enough comes from Wuhan. Not to mention hates everything about America and Japan, yet uses characters that originate from those countries in his artwork. Your result would be JojoLantern2000, now I don’t give a fuck if you’re a communist or what not. But the amount of hypocrisy that comes from this user speaks volumes. And despite hating america so much, he lives in California as a dual citizen.
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This is in the year of 1942, during Ga-Kwok's college career in the Northwest University (西北大學) in his ancestral Xi'an (西安), in Shaanxi Province (陝西省),
China. This is during the ongoing occupation by 
Japan, for which Ga-Kwok being forced to escape by himself to mainland China to gain more advanced education in college, while his family remained in Hong Kong (香港) in the safe location to prevent themselves from being captured by the Japanese armies. Ga-Kwok's cousin family (that currently lives in Xi'an) all helped with his enrollment in the Northwest University, and he quickly became accepted and enrolled. He was 19 years old at that time, when he became a young adult Lucario.In this drawing, Ga-Kwok is in his rented dormitory, currently "free-studying" (自學) his interest in aviation. He bought a aviation history book and research on his own. As he writes down the notes from the book, he somehow thinks about his family, because he misses them so much after he escaped from Hong Kong. He wishes his family to stay safe while the Japanese occupation keeps growing more imperialist invasion power. So, yes. Between the book and the papers, there is a picture of Ga-Kwok (as a Riolu) and his "baba" (爸爸; meaning "father" in Chinese), Ng Hon-Yuen (伍漢園), holding hands together with the flag of the *Nationalist China in the background. This picture was taken in 1928, when Ga-Kwok was 5 years old. (One year after his best partner Manchester was born.)
About Ga-Kwok's father, Hon-Yuen, he was one of the activists that once joined the movements of the Chinese people during the last years of long-Qing dynasty (清朝) until it became a republic under Nationalist government. He first lived in Xi'an until he moved to Guangzhou (廣州) to proceed his career. He got married in 1919, and moved to Hong Kong to continue on his career on supporting the Chinese community. There, they had their new son, Ga-Kwok born and raised there in 1923. They really love their son so much, that they do spend time with him often. Hon-Yuen and his wife lived in Hong Kong for the rest of his life until they got tragically murdered in 1967, during the communist uprising against the British government in Hong Kong."
This is quite wholesome coming from an Anti-Commie meself
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Holy shit, I just got flashbacks to Kodyboy555.View attachment 1729657
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This is in the year of 1942, during Ga-Kwok's college career in the Northwest University (西北大學) in his ancestral Xi'an (西安), in Shaanxi Province (陝西省),
In this drawing, Ga-Kwok is in his rented dormitory, currently "free-studying" (自學) his interest in aviation. He bought a aviation history book and research on his own. As he writes down the notes from the book, he somehow thinks about his family, because he misses them so much after he escaped from Hong Kong. He wishes his family to stay safe while the Japanese occupation keeps growing more imperialist invasion power. So, yes. Between the book and the papers, there is a picture of Ga-Kwok (as a Riolu) and his "baba" (爸爸; meaning "father" in Chinese), Ng Hon-Yuen (伍漢園), holding hands together with the flag of the *Nationalist China in the background. This picture was taken in 1928, when Ga-Kwok was 5 years old. (One year after his best partner Manchester was born.)
About Ga-Kwok's father, Hon-Yuen, he was one of the activists that once joined the movements of the Chinese people during the last years of long-Qing dynasty (清朝) until it became a republic under Nationalist government. He first lived in Xi'an until he moved to Guangzhou (廣州) to proceed his career. He got married in 1919, and moved to Hong Kong to continue on his career on supporting the Chinese community. There, they had their new son, Ga-Kwok born and raised there in 1923. They really love their son so much, that they do spend time with him often. Hon-Yuen and his wife lived in Hong Kong for the rest of his life until they got tragically murdered in 1967, during the communist uprising against the British government in Hong Kong."
This is quite wholesome coming from an Anti-Commie meself
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