After finishing with the skinhead, who had blown his load, shat himself and had now passed out in a stinking heap. You searched for a while, as far as your fat stumpy legs could carry you, but there was no sign of Jake. Part of you was worried about him, the other part ws growing hornier and hornier by the minute.
Ideas for your next target popped into your head, each more perverted and slobber then the last. You waddled round a street corner when you saw a construction site, with two builders at the gate, who looked like they where locking up. You stood in the shadows close to them for a better look.
One, a quite handsome dilf, the other a studly young man. The older man was about late 40’s, 6’1, and had a bulky build. He had dark medium length hair underneath his yellow hard hat, and a stubbly full beard, save for the grey on his sideburns. His skin was tanned due to working outside, a few wrinkles around his friendly eyes, and thick bushy eyebrows. He was wearing a red and brown lumberjack shirt underneath his high-vis vest, a big brown leather tool belt over his worn jeans, work boots, and thick work gloves, his rolled up sleeves showing his meaty hairy forearms.
The younger, had dark hair as well, and was definitely related to the older man, judging by the dark hair and similar handsome looks. He was 21, 6 foot tall, and had a 5’oclock shadow covering his square jaw line, and longer, Chris Hemsworth-esk hair underneath his hard hat. He was wearing a dirt-stained white t-shirt, thick work gloves, a tool belt, light brown construction pants, and work boots.
"Good work today, son" said the older man. "We still waiting on the client to approve the foundation plans?"
"Yeah, He said he'd give 'em next week" replied the younger, taking off his hard hat to scratch his head, then putting it back on. Both father and son had thick, friendly Texan accents.
You rub your fat belly and filthy cock, already spewing pre-cum, staring at the dilf-y texan builder and his hunky son, who suddenly notices you and scowls in disgust.
"What the fuck!"
"Get lost, freak!" barked his dad. You grinned as you reached out with your mind and began to transform the two.
Surly enough, the two went vacant, as both began to swell with fat. You watched as the dad's shirt buttons popped off one by one to make way for his gigantic hairy gut and huge man tits, his pants ripping across the ass and up the seams. He became more hairy as he inflated to a colossal 500b, collapsing on the floor under the sudden increase in weight.
His son wasn't far behind, toppling on the floor also, his clothes long since shredded, his pubes growing thick and bushy, greased with years of not bathing, hair also growing around his nipples. Then, what remained of there clothes transformed, The older was now waring a pair of piss and shit stained jeans with a brown belt, featuring a large oversized belt buckle depicting the confederate flag. Smelly, old leather boots appeared on his feet, toes poking through the front. His top was bear, exposing his huge gut, tits and hairy back. His hair began to bald on the top, greasy strands backcombed on the sides and back, his teeth rotting, breath stinking of cheap beer and piss, behind a scraggly, unwashed beard.
His son was now wearing a pear of incredibly stinky red confederate boxers, covered with holes and shit stains, and a stretched, once white wife beater vest, now yellowed and patchy with years of cum shots. On his head was a baseball cap reading Shit Shifter on the front. His hair grew into a greasy mullet, and a handlebar moustache appeared on his blotchy face, his teeth rotted as well to match his fathers.
You smile at your handiwork, the two texan father and son builders were now two morbidly obese filthy redneck incestious cum-dumps. The son then proceed to heave himself over and lick his fathers fat hairy tits.
The father let out a belch, before turning to you.
"Ya'll son, now them theres a real man, reckons he knows how to fuck right" he said, his son feeling his dads cock through his jeans.
"I reckons you right pa, good timing too, just about to done crap another load".
With that, the son pulled down his boxers, letting out neauxuois, load gassy farts before pushed out a long fat steemy sausage. His father liked his lips, before pissing his jeans, the warm liquid seeping down his fat hairy thighs.
"Well, what ya standing there for ya queer, my boys shit hole tastes reel good,"
"Hey Pa, Maybe he'll fist you like uncle Carl" said the son, before sucking on his dad hairy nipple.
"Hell I'm sures he will, he looks like a nasty lil' faggot" replied the dad, sprading his thighs to show a large rip in his jeans, exposing his filthy hole. "Hey city boy, wanna 'ave a feel up my shit hole?"