“Fuck you! You fucktard. You’re not my father, and I’m fucking 19.” I was sick of him berating me. Y
“Fuck you! You fucktard. You’re not my father, and I’m fucking 19.” I was sick of him berating me. Yes, I should have used protection when I fucked the neighbors daughter. Yes, I know that now she’s going to have to take 9 months out of highschool. But she’s a bit of a slut, and it was only a matter of time before someone’s seed grew in her horny cunt. I snatched back pack off the ground , and stormed out to the car. He’s not even my biological father. Telling me to go get a job: college football is a fucking job. She can look after the fucking baby on her own. He stood on the porch and yelled after me.“Fine! Fuck off then. You’re not welcome in this house . I’m selling your body code to the lowest fucking scum I can find.”The classic parental threat of selling the body code. He’s threatened it before, but never fucking done it. He won’t this time either. I snatched my bycicle up off the lawn and started to bike. I didn’t know where I was going, but it definitely wasn’t going to be back here.———————————————-I’ve been biking for about an hour. I’m still no less fuming. That bitch deserves to be swelling with a baby. She had fucking wanted it to: begged me to put a baby in her belly. I was in the middle of town, vechiles buzzing by. My phone has been ringing constantly, but I’ve ignored it. I don’t need the help of anyone.Then I felt something. A dull ache across my hips. Probably just muscle soreness from biking. I pulled on to the sidewalk and dismounted, pushing the bycicle along side me as I walked to give my hips a rest. Then a sting, shooting from my belly button to my groin that made me gasp.Surely not. Surely he wouldnt. The discomfort localised around my belly button. I quickly moved to a side bench on the footpath and sat down. Lifting my shirt, I watched as my abs disappeared, running a hand across my body where ther used to be a defined 6 pack. Shit. Shit. Shit. I pulled down my shirt, holding my aching gut as it continued to expand into a beer belly extension. The body coders had been installed in all the boys from my year down as a way to control the population. State sanctioned, at the age of 16, you’re given an anal insert that sits in behind your prostate. It allows your parents to track your movement and body development, as well as influence your growth and thoughts. And my stepdad appears to be either playing around with mine, or, he’s followed through with his threat and fucking sold it. This made me way fucking angrier. I was going to bike home and beat the shit out of him. I stood and went to get on my bike, but I struggled to lift my leg over the bar to sit on the seat, my legs refusing to bend in that way, and a tense contracting feeling through my hips. My shorts were attempting to slide down my body. I looked in the store window to check my reflection, whilst holding up my shorts. In horror, I saw that the gap between my thighs was vanishing, my legs were so close together my legs rubbed together and- a tingling in my testicles.No way Dad would- Over the course of a few seconds, my balls swelled, painfully, from a normal size, to tennis balls in my sack. I yelped as they bulged outwards, my lack of a thigh gap pushing them forward and out form my body and creating an inescapable bulge in my shorts. Shit.I looked to my - my…. I’ve forgotten the word. Myyyy…. bike? What was happening to me?I had an over powering feeling to- to. I dropped my shorts and underwear to the ground, feeling the cool and pleasant air around my swollen balls. I’d heard of the implant being used to lower IQ, it just wasn’t able to raise it. Fuck I love been down here on all fours. I love the felling of my gut bulging, and my pec starting to pull down, heavy and tit-like. I knelt, my balls sitting on top of my thighs, swallowed from view by my belly. My massive blue-veined pecs resting on my gut. I loved it. I loved it so much. I fumbled under my gut for my cock, rubbing one out onto the grass. Shit I wanted to be fucked. -- source link