Splat!
Jack's hands smack down unexpectedly on either side of your face, covered in ointment. You are jarred from your moment of self-pity as he shoves his tongue down your throat, giving you a deep sloppy kiss. This has caught you offguard so much, you do nothing to prevent it, as you taste his past few meals and all the beer he's drunk on. As you slowly come back to your senses, you notice he's been massaging your cheeks and head, his hand running all over you from the neck up. He leans back, several lines of drool strung between his mouth and yours, as he, very carefully, smears more ointment around your eyes and nose, even getting some all over your ears. It feels like your entire head is covered and grease, before it slowly soaks in.
"It's too bad I dun have a mirror in here so you can see this... but man, it's like the hair on your head is sucking back in and coming out of your face, hahaha..."
You can feel it, what was just straggly hair from his cock smearing ointment over your mouth before is nothing compared to what is happening now. The moustache completely covers your mouth, and your pretty sure no one will be able to tell how many chins you have now under the thick bushy beard crowding the lower half of your face. If your hands weren't tied down, you'd be able to tell more, but soon you can feel the slightly cool breeze on your scalp from the barely functional AC running in the shabby apartment. Your ears feel a little itchy, and it occurs to you that you may now have hair growing out of your ears, but you're more concerned by the unmistakable feeling of built up earwax.
You can smell the built-up sweat that such a beard is bound to catch from your now bald scalp, the natural musk that a massively obese man exerting any amount of effort will produce in spades. You can taste the remnants of Jack's cum, shit, and cock cheese now trapped in the mustache, and you can't help but pull the long hairs into your mouth, sucking the filth from it.
"oh... someone likes leftovers in their beard! Well I think I can help with that..."
Jack swings himself back into position over your face, and before you can pull your mind out of its filth induced stupor to protest, he flops that fat, disgusting ass down on your face, and starts rubbing it back and forth, all over your face and beard. You can tell he is jerking himself off, wrapping some of your beard around his cock.
"Oh fuck, your beard is scratching all the right spots! I'll never have to scratch my ass again with your face so readily available!"
The smell is horrendous, but your nose and tongue crave it, and once more you find yourself rimming his ass and eating his shit. As soon as your tongue plunges into his hole, you feel the remains of his previous load start to push out, but he's moving around too much for you to get it in your mouth, and it smears even more into your mustache and beard. He howls with pleasure, and slide back, aiming his spurting cock into your shit clogged beard, dumping a massive load of rank yellowish cum into it. Huffing from the exertion, Jack rests on top of your head, his weight pushing your head down into the mattress, your nose mashed up behind his quivering balls, and part of hates how much you're enjoying this.
After a few minutes, you feel another warm sensation spread across your face and chest, and soon the smell of dark, strong beer piss fills your nose, and Jack empties his bladder all over you, soaking into your thick body hair. He slides back, landing behind your head, his cock flopped across your forehead, and looks down at you as the last dribbles of piss run across your face.
"Holy shit, that was amazing... I haven't had this much fun in a long time... and the way you were eating my ass, don't tell me you don't like this too..."
You know you shouldn't, but part of you wants to give in. You've always found something appealing about Jack's slobby lifestyle, and while you didn't want to be a slob yourself, part of you is really enjoying being turned into one. You know you would never have allowed this to happen, but part of you is happy Jack forced you into it....
Jack, notices the look on your face, and thinks to himself that he's happy that he was right about you needing a push... well, maybe a shove down the stairs... to accept your inner slob. But there's a few more things to do...
"Hey bud, You what I think you could really use right about now? A..."