The recording was going along nicely, though I was being very measured in my words. I didn't want to screw up things. I accidentally spawned a Creeper when I thought I saw one. It was a good reaction on everyones part, so it wasn't that bad even though we lost a lot of progress on our building project from the explosion. Just as the recording ended, we were idly chit-chatting in the skype call before going our separate ways.
"So, have you tried to get Jeff off his lazy ass and get a job yet?" Dan asked.
Jeff didn't have a job before, but now that he was massively rotund and lazy it was massively more annoying than before when he at least made half-hearted attempts at finding one.
"Err..." I wanted to be careful with my words. One wrong word choice and Jeff be a hooker for all he knew.
"Really, your Youtube money is keeping the lights on. Aren't you younger than him? He should get a fucking job." Kent seemed to not like the new lazy, fat Jeff.
"Uh, ya, he's older than me but not by that much." That was already the truth. There was only a 6 months difference between us.
Jeff was busy in the other room channel surfing. His features started to mature slightly. His stubble grew a bit thicker and his body hair a tad denser. His gut sagged an extra inch as a couple more pounds came onto his form. The changes were slight, his general roundness obscuring their subtlies. He was now 2 years older than before and without his life-style changing one bit.
"Ya, 2 years isn't that much I guess."
"He's not 2 years older, he's-" I caught myself before my continued. Even saying something true but open ended changed reality! Apparently Jeff was now 2 years older.
"Ya, I know dude, he's 6 years older than you. To be honest, it was always kind of weird that he hung out with us when were in high school. I mean, ya, it was cool he bought us beer. But it was still kind of creepy." Kent really didn't like older, lazy Jeff.
I started to panic. I didn't know what to say, if I should just shut up. I thought it best to just end the conversation before things got out of hand. "It's not so bad. He's got more world experience than me."
"World experience my chunky ass dude! If he wasn't a lazy unemployed loser I'd say he was your sugar daddy!"
Already nervous and agitated, I blurted out "Ya, so what if he is my sugar daddy!? It let's me do Youtube without having to work some 9 to 5!" A chill ran down my spine as a flood of new memories washed over me.
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"Cub! C'mere Cub!" Daddy Jeff was calling me. I mean Jeff. Shit. "Uh, I gotta go guys." I quickly closed the skype calla nd got up from my chair. Immediately I noticed something differnet, yet familiar. I looked down at my gaming T and saw a few curls of dark brown hair poking out. I suddenly grew chest hair!? Daddy Jeff called me Cub... then I'm a Cub now I guess. How do I know what a Cub is!? "Where's my Cub!?"
I jumped at Daddy Jeff's call. I waddled into the other room. Daddy Jeff was there. His glorious gut hung out from his stained undershirt, far too small to even consider covering his stomach. His body hair was dense and a solid salt-and-pepper mix. His beard was long and scraggly, bits of food trapped in it. It hung past his clavicle. A few more months and it would have to split to go around his stomach. Despite myself, I couldn't help but feel a little turned on by the sight of him.
"Ah there you are Cub." He looked me up and down, leering with a lecherous grin. "How was your recording session Cub?"
"It was good. I think it'll get a lot of views."
"Good, good. If it does well, I'll buy you another Jockstrap, since you like that one so much." He pointed with a stubby finger, holding a half-empty beer can. I quickly looked down, but all I saw was my own gut covered by my shirt. I tentatively reached down and hooked a thumb through the elastic around my waist. Yep, that's a jock-strap. My mind was reeling. So many contradtictory memories. Falling for Daddy Jeff in High School, moving in with him after dropping out. Only staying friends with Kent and Dan through Youtube.
"Uh, Daddy Jeff? I, uh, like you a lot but, uh, you look really clean today." Another chill went down my spine as I watched Daddy Jeff change before me. His undershirt insantly bleached and stretched down to properly cover himself. The rank odor of the room dissapated and the fresh scent of the pine from the air freshner. His beard shaped up, trimming back a bit, straightening for the most part and the food bits dissappearing. "Thanks Son."
"Shit." I made Jeff my Dad! And damn is he sexy! "Son, why don't you come over here and tend to your Dad's cock?" Jeff pulled down his own jockstrap, revealing his turgid cock. I felt myself move towards Jeff, bending down. With far too much ease, I lowered myself onto his cock, kissing the head before slurping the rest into my mouth. Jeff murmered in pleasure. "Oh I love your lips Son. Their great." I felt my lips tingle as they puffed up around Daddy's cock. Jeff grabbed my head gently, guiding my motions. I was so mentally exhausted I just let it happen. He at least tasted good, that was one thing I managed to do before my mouth was occupied.