“Please...please, no more. Jus let me go. Ain’t this enough fer ya? I’m a fuckin’ slob, jus’ like ya are--what more do ya fuckin’ want!” you beg, no longer willing to fight, especially not after having his shit fed to you. Especially not after how much you’d enjoyed it.
“Say I do let ya go,” Jack said, leaning over you on the bed, “Then what would you do?”
“I--I gots a home--I has a job.”
“No one’s gonna recognize ya, not lookin’ like this. How ya gonna work yer job if yer shittin’ yerself all day long?”
You didn’t have an answer to any of that, so the truth pops out instead, “Yeah, but at least I wouldn’t be here no more.”
“That hurts boy! Ya don’ wanna be here with me, yer daddy?” Jack says, mocking you with faux injury, “Ya sure seemed tah have enjoyed yerself so far. Maybe ya just need...a new outlook on things. Ya know--how ya see the world can make a huge difference.”
You shake your head as he gets a wad of ointment on two fingers, shouting and hollering. He grabs your goatee and gives it a tug, making you freeze a moment, and then slathers the ointment across both of your eyes. You shut your lids tight, but you can tell it isn’t making any difference--you can feel the tingle all around your eye sockets as he rub’s it in, even making your eyes itch. When you do open them, the world seems blurry for a moment--your eyes are bloodshot, and one seems to be a bit lazy--staring off a bit to the side--but you adjust, look up at Jack, and feel your guts churn.
It’s true--you had found his slobbish qualities mildly attractive before, on the couch--but more as something freakish--fetishistic. But now, looking at him, you were quite simply in awe of him. He was disgustingly handsome, with that greasy hair and face, that bushy beard. The curves of his body were simply beautiful--you wanted him. “Fuck...yer...so fuckin’ hot,” you say under your breath, barely hearing yourself say the words.
“Heh,” he chuckled, reaching down to untie the ropes holding your legs to the beg, and then the ropes binding your arms, “If ya think I’m hot, jus’ wait til ya git a load a you.”
He helps you up from the bed, and you can’t help yourself--you lean into him, smelling him, licking him, desiring him so much more than you thought you ever could. “Damn boy--take it easy!”
“Fuck, I can’t--I...I fuckin’ want ya so fuckin’ much, but I fuckin’ know that I damn well shouldn’t!” you say, but can’t pull your mouth away from him--he has to push you off finally. You look around at the filthy bedroom you’re in, at the smears of your shit on the sheets, but while you know, in your mind, it should disgust you, your eyes tell you otherwise. It looks...comfortable. It looks like somewhere the two of you could spend hours, rolling around, fucking the whole time...You close your eyes, and that helps a bit--until he grabs your hand and pulls you along. You stumble after him, trying to adjust to your newfound size as you go into the adjoining, equally filthy bathroom, and there in the mirror you get your first glimpse at the new you, and gasp.
Is that really you? That disgusting looking chub in the mirror, with shit pasted in his mustache and goatee? You turn around and admire your hairy ass, also coated with shit, look down at your massive feet...and you can’t help but...see yourself even dirtier. You can imagine it, you want to imagine it, it’s like even your mind’s eye was corrupted by Jack’s ointment.
Jack had gone back into the bedroom, and returned with the ointment, which he set on the counter in front of you. “Tell me again--do ya wanna leave still?”
“No,” you say, “No...I...I mean...”
“Go on boy--embrace it. It’s your turn. Make yerself intah the slob I know ya wanna be.”