"This won't work," Jeff thought at his grandfather, standing there in Jeff's body. "Dad will know, he'll know that something is up with you, and once he does, he'll figure out what's going on."
Ed laughed, and thought about his son, Peter. "Yeah, I worried about that too, you know. My...son, I suppose I could say, always was a bit of a moralistic stick-in-the-mud, never any fun at all, which is why I always enjoyed teasing him about it, even when he was kid. But you see, I needed a test subject for this little computer program of yours. I didn't want to change myself before I understood what I was getting into. He got suspicious when you didn't answer the phone at your friend's house, so I spent a few hours last night getting rid of that no-fun son of mine, and I replaced him with a much more entertaining Daddy."
"You...you what?"
"Here, I'll show you. That'll be much easier," Ed said, turned to the doorway and called, "Daddy? Porker! Get your fat, ugly ass off the couch, your boy needs a blowjob."
Jeff heard heavy footsteps downstairs, much heavier than his father's should have been. He'd always kept himself in good shape, clean shaven, and sure, as Ed said, he could be a little rigid, but he meant well. The man that burst into the bathroom barely even resembled the father that Jeff recalled. He was short, and massively obese, easily four hundred pounds of fat hanging off his body a bit unevenly. He was balding badly, hair long and disheveled, with a thick, unruly beard coating his face. The only things he had on were a pair of filthy looking briefs and a heavily stained undershirt several sizes too small for him. "Oh...oh fuck boy, you know how bad Daddy needs your boycum..."
"Well get on your hands and knees and grunt for it, you stupid, filthy piggy."
Without any hesitation, Porker got down on hands and knees, his huge belly dragging across the bathroom tile, and started oinking and grunting for Ed. It was a rather good impression, and Jeff, from where he was hanging, was thoroughly disgusted and horrified at what he was witnessing. "What the fuck did you do to my dad!"
"He's not your dad anymore," Ed thought back at him, and clicked a button on the computer," You're just a worthless roll of toilet paper. You can't have a father."
Jeff felt something strange happening to his mind. In a matter of moments, massive gaps had been eaten into his memory. He couldn't remember having a father, couldn't recall his grandfather, could only remember being owned by the mischievous, sadistic Ed and his filthy pig of a father. "No! No, that's not true, you're messing with my head!"
"Of course I'm messing with your head, little toilet paper!" Ed thought back at him, and fed his hard cock to his snorting father. "Fuck, toying with both of you has me so fucking hard. Of course, I can cum as much as I want now, and get hard on command. It's rather convenient, since I have such a horny cumpig for a father. Now be quiet in the peanut gallery, or I'll make you forget your name too. Make you forget you were ever human at all, make you unable to speak, craving the taste of shit and ass for the rest of your life on the wall there, fuck...."
Jeff--his name was Jeff, he had a name. Rolls of toilet paper didn't have names, it was one thing he could hold on to that might keep him convinced that this wasn't real--or even if it was real, it wasn't right. All he could do was watch the young Ed face fuck his pig father for a few minutes, before feeding him a huge load of cum, spraying it all over his father's beard, where the fat old fuck started wiping it onto his hands and sucking it off his fingers.
"Yeah, that was a good warmup I think. Now, I have a packed day planned out of the house, which brings me back to my idea, Jeff. I won't be here to entertain you, but my stupid fat daddy doesn't have a job. He just sits around the house all day, watching porn and masturbating like the perverted pig he is. I figured it would be good for you to help him out while I'm gone. You don't mind, do you? Here's what I was thinking..."