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Definitely worst of all, he no longer had sex -- he rutted his fist in the bathroom while trying not to pass out from anger and desperation and exhaustion over the state of his life. \n\nHis solace. Their shared moments too brief. The greatest, most precious, most treasured love of his life. His penis. Cumming was something he now had to squeeze in at the seams of his overwhelmingly exhausting life. He felt ashamed about that in a strange way, guilty for letting down the penis who rewarded him with so much pleasure when he treated it properly.\n\nIf he could go back in time, he would have been better off marrying his dick instead of his wife. \n\n“I need you to go to the shops”, Sally said. Her voice drooped with tiredness and she was slightly unsteady on her feet as she wandered up next to Markus in the kitchen. \n\n“Again?” he grunted.\n\n“What, you’d rather stay here with Kaiden?” she said sarcastically. She bounced their baby boy in her arms. His head bounced softly in a funny looking nod. \n\nThe pup licked his nose, looking at his father with a dumb look on his dumb little face, his eyes wide and unfocused. Markus regarded him with the sort of look he might give someone else’s crying baby sitting next to him on a ten-hour flight. \n\nPeople had told Markus that it was a wonderful thing, becoming a parent. [i]Oh, the rush of love you’ll feel for your little one when they’re born. Your life will become different but so much better,[/i] they said. [i]It’s a privilege to care for your baby, witness them growing up, clap with joy as they reach new milestones.[/i] They said to [i]bask in the smiles they give you when they are satisfied and happy, and feel your heart fill with a new kind of satisfaction you didn’t know was possible. [/i]\n\nDelusional fuckers. It was like they were trying to recruit him into a cult. He wondered when the rewards were meant to arrive. He looked at his one year old baby boy and his brain appraised it as nothing other than an inconvenient, alien thing. Maybe it would be different if Kaiden showed any sort of love or appreciation towards his father and all the work his father did for him, but no. Markus couldn’t even pick the brat up. He would instantly start crying. Before a minute was up, he would be screaming till his brown face turned magenta, grasping at the air for [i]Mummy [/i]to come back. \n\n“I just went to the shops”, Markus complained. \n\n“Yesterday. You didn’t get milk”.\n\n“You didn’t ask me to get milk”. He sank back against the pantry door. It creaked against his considerable weight. It had only gotten worse since the birth of his kid. His wife used to cook all the time, but she went on and on about being too tired now because she looked after Kaiden. He’d learnt not to complain about it anymore after she cried the last time. He just thought that cooking was what wives were supposed to do, but if she wasn’t up to it, there was no point rubbing her face into it. Maybe she’d build up more stamina in the future.\n\nShe sighed. “I didn’t think I needed to--”\n\n“Well I can’t read m--”\n\nThe volume of her voice dialled up as she interrupted, “I don’t want to start something again. Please”.\n\n“Well don’t complain about me not getting milk if you didn’t ask me to get milk”.\n\nShe looked at him with pleading, sad eyes. He gave her a [i]What?[/i] in shrug form. He never backed down from a fight and it was something he prided himself in. She backed down, clearly acknowledging that he was right, like always, and she was wrong, with a loud sigh. “Forget about whether I asked you or not. We need milk. So, do you want to get it, or do you want to stay here with Kaiden?”\n\n“Can’t you go?”\n\n“That’s what I’m asking”.\n\n“No, can’t you go with him?” Markus said. “I want a goddamn moment’s peace”\n\nShe broke into dark laughter. Kaiden looked curiously at his mother’s face and his face mirrored a slight smile as he watched her expression. He reached for her cheek with a chubby little paw and grabbed at the skin. “You think I wouldn’t like some peace?”\n\n“What are you talking about? He’s calm when he’s with you. Look at him, he’s calm right now!”\n\n“Oh, Markus. Do you know how much work it was to get him to calm down? Seriously”.\n\n“I’m just saying it’s a lot easier for you than it is for me”. It seemed obvious to him, and he purposefully had to suppress the annoyance in his voice. \n\nSally’s lips twitched before they opened, and her eyes were firm as they stared at Markus. “Maybe that’s because I [i]try[/i]”.\n\n“I don’t try?!”\n\nHer voice was perfectly gentle so as not to upset their child as she stared at him and replied, “No, I try, while you lock yourself in the bathroom and masturbate. You spray your mess up the mirror and don’t even clean it”.\n\n“Yeah? You got a problem with that? You know I’ve got needs! I’ve always been a man like that!” He did think about not saying what he said next, but he was never one to back down from a fight, after all. “And you know, maybe if you [i]put out[/i]--”\n\nIt was a mistake. And she saw it coming, too. On the [i]put [/i]she lifted Kaiden in the air and on the [i]out [/i]she dropped him in Markus’ arms. “I’m going to the shops to get milk”, she said. Each word was a stab and somehow had the weight of a whole sentence. Her handbag seemed to manifest in her hands from out of nowhere, and she was slipping on her shoes before she finished the next one. “You’re looking after him until I get home, and I can’t say when that will be, Markus”.\n\nThe father opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for the right words to weasel out of responsibility but coming up short. [i]Temperamental women[/i], he told himself to save face in front of his own ego. [i]There’s only so much you can do sometimes.[/i] “Can you pick me up some more beer while you’re out?” he asked meekly.\n\nShe didn’t reply. When the door closed behind her, Kaiden stared at it, murmuring sadly, “Mummah…”\n\n“Fuck’s sake”, Markus grumbled, his lips wrinkling with disdain as he hoisted the baby up in front of his face, unsure what to do with the thing. \n\n“Fugsay”, Kaiden repeated, tilting his head. \n\nMarkus bounced the boy up and down robotically, hoping it would soothe him and stop what seemed inevitable. He even forced a smile. “It’s just you and your Daddy, kiddo. I’ll look after ya”. \n\nKaiden regarded him with confusion for a moment, then looked at the door Sally had left through and whimpered in a slowly rising pitch.\n\n“Ech, forget it”.\n\nIn the living room, he dropped Kaiden on the couch and reached for the remote, anxiously pressing buttons to turn cartoons on, moving with the speed of someone trying to put out embers before they flared into a fire. He got some dumb program playing before the crying commenced, and even had two seconds to spare when he turned around and saw Kaiden crawling towards the edge of the couch and about to flop off. He scooped the boy up and sat down with a tired groan, dropping the boy in his lap.\n\n“See? You like this… whatever it is, don’t you? Cute puppies and cats and… whatever the hell that freaky lookin’ thing is supposed to be”.\n\n“Mummah?” Kaiden said. He twisted his oversized head around and looked at his dad with oversized and watery eyes, deep orange like a nice whiskey.\n\n“Mummy went to buy something. Daddy’s here. You love daddy too, don’t you?”\n\nKaiden blinked at him.\n\n“Daddy works to buy all these things for you. You wouldn’t have all these toys if Daddy wasn’t around. You like toys, yeah? You ungrateful little…”\n\nKaiden shifted around to look at the TV, momentarily distracted by the beginning of a song.\n\nMarkus grumbled. “I try”, he insisted to a phantom Sally. “See? See how he doesn’t care?”\n\nHe sighed, but had to put a hand around his kid to stop from knocking him off the couch with his expanding gut as he breathed.\n\nKaiden flopped around for a minute to wrest his pudgy little body free from Markus’ grasp until the father released him. The baby crawled along the couch and, for the moment, wasn’t in danger of falling off. Markus briefly considered taking the opportunity while Sally was gone to masturbate and briefly appease his endless sex drive, but that was much easier before Kaiden could crawl. He used to just be able to put the baby down and pretend not to hear it crying while he rubbed one or two loads out. But with Kaiden mobile, the potential for the kid getting injured by slipping and cracking his skull on the tiles was a bit too much for his conscience at the moment. Just barely. \n\nIn the lull of nothing in particular happening, a profound sadness hit him. He loved his penis. He loved it more than anything. And how was he showing that love? He was neglecting the poor thing. \n\nThe older canine sank back into the couch, depressed, the composite fabric wheezing around him as his hefty weight pushed air out of it. He watched his child clumsily work his limbs to propel himself forward an inch at a time, and willed himself to feel some surge of love for it like he felt for his penis.\n\nHe wish he felt some sort of connection to [i]it[/i]. Some switch in his brain desperately needed to flip for him to him to not loathe having a child. Something needed to give. His perspective needed to shift in some way, somehow. If it didn’t he would be miserable for years, his marriage would fall apart, he would need to find a way out, and he’d be saddled with child support for the better part of two decades. Life ruined. \n\nHe shifted thoughts around in his head like puzzle pieces to see if anything would fit and suddenly make it all make sense. This was his kid. His baby. His child. Wasn’t something meant to happen evolutionarily? Wasn’t some chemical meant to be released that made the primal part of his brain give a shit about not tossing his baby in the oven? He repeated facts he already knew as though it would properly run [i]father.exe[/i] in his brain after it had somehow failed the first time. This was his own offspring. This creature came from him! [i]From his own dick and balls![/i]\n\nHis dick twitched.\n\nHis eyes widened with surprise at his own body’s reaction. His gaze gradually moved to his pants-clad dick and balls as though they was going to explain itself to him. He stared. They didn’t say anything back.\n\nLooking at his plump bulge, and with twice as much curiosity as shame in his voice, he said out loud, “A kid came from you. You made a living being”.\n\nIt responded. A hard flex. Then a gradual enlarging as it filled with blood. A dark grin twinkled at the corners of his lips and slowly grew with his dick. \n\n“Yeah, you did”, he said, now with heaped love in his voice, a tone well-practiced from years of self-love. “You made a fucking child. An actual person came from you. Aren’t you special? You’re such a special penis!”\n\nIt pulsed with delight, pressing up firmly against the fabric until the outline of his swelling head was discernible through his pants. He reached down with just one finger extended to caress the ridge of his head with light pressure, as though not using his whole hand made it not shameful, and it pushed up hungrily to meet his touch. He moaned quietly through his nostrils, and his eyelids flickered until they grew heavier and lustful. He wanted it. He missed it. He loved his penis. It was so big, fucking huge, and it made him feel so warm and fuzzy when he touched it -- like everything was going to be alright and his life wasn’t a depressing mess.\n\nKaiden made a cooing sound next to him, and when Markus looked at the boy again, a switch had flipped in his brain. A different way of looking at things had been triggered.\n\nHe saw not an alien creature, an abstract thing, an [i]it[/i]. He saw his own penis reflected back at him. A little boy full of potential and hope and dreams and happiness and sadness and joy and terror and all the things that made a person a person, all born from his penis and his balls. Kaiden existed because of his dick. \n\n“Hey, Kaiden”, he growled in a warm low voice, licking at his lips.\n\n“Want Mummah”, Kaiden whined, winding up a cry in his voice as he visibly breathed faster and faster. \n\n“Mummy’s hopefully not gonna come home for a bit longer. C’mere to Daddy. He’s gonna look after you”.\n\nHe hoisted the kid up with an outstretched arm then dropped the cub’s ass against his bulge, eyes rolling back in his skull from the pleasant pressure of a young body against his stiff and restricted shaft. The boy, who less than two years ago was a sperm in the nuts he was now squished against, shifted uncomfortably atop the hardness. Markus reached out and cupped his kid’s face, leaning forward, and looking at Kaiden like it was the first time he had properly, actually looked at him. Kaiden looked confused but didn’t recoil from the unfamiliar touch of his father.\n\nLike his Daddy, he had a scruffy mess of grey hair. His eyes were gentle and beautiful. His lips were soft and lush. His skin was warm. A living, breathing cub. From his dick. It throbbed again. \n\n“Daddy loves you”, Markus said. He wasn’t sure exactly to whom he was saying it, but it felt right.\n\nKaiden’s body stiffened as the dick pressed up against him, threatening to tear through his pants if it wasn’t released soon. Markus reached down under the kid, easily pushing up Kaiden’s mass with the backside of his hand as he grabbed a meaty fistful of his heated fleshy dick. With a low growl and an awkward shift in his pelvis, he managed to tug the stiff meat around the confines of his pants and finally free it from its prison of fabric and morality. \n\nIt slapped against his belly with a wet thud, then pulsed and grew even bigger in its newfound freedom.\n\nKaiden’s pretty little eyes went wide as they fixated upon the giant dick, a rod of meat of roughly equivalent mass to his entire body. With one hand around the back of his infant son and the other only managing to reach around half of his pulsing dick, Markus gritted his teeth and started masturbating, the tip of his uncut dick an inch in front of his son’s face. \n\nKaiden whined.\n\nMarkus tried to remember what that big-titted cow had told them during the parenting class. About how much of their early lives babies actually remember. The effects of their emotions on attachment. And the effects of attachment on the rest of their lives. He could only remember her big tits. The rest probably wasn’t important. \n\nThe cub was too young to know what was happening. Hard-wired to learn through experimentation and curiosity, his chubby little paws reached out to touch what was in front of him. Markus stopped beating his meat for a second to fully appreciate the touch of his infant son’s hands against the hot slippery flesh of his penis. Tiny paw pads caressed a bulging vein, the surface of the boy’s pad-skin sliding slick against precum pouring from the foreskin-snout of his dick. \n\n“This made you, Kaiden”, Markus breathed. “It fucking made you, little boy”.\n\n“Fugsay”, Kaiden murmured, eyes wide and round as shot glasses. Markus shivered at the thought of important synaptic connections forming between the neurons of Kaiden’s developing brain in response to the new sensory sensations. The sight of a huge beige-brown dick eclipsing his vision, foreskin so thick and fleshy that its folds overlapped other folds, affecting his hyper-plastic little brain. Where those dickflesh-folds moved against each other and uncovered rivers and streams of precum, they cast the earthy manly adult scents of dick and sex into the air, mixing with the hot breath of the infant boy staring at them. Markus liked to imagine that the look in his son’s eyes was recognition of the importance and fateful weight of the dong before him. \n\nOverlapping his much larger hand over the baby’s paws, Markus sighed with pleasure. “You owe a lot to this penis”, he said. “Help pay somethin’ back for once, little baby boy. Mmmgh”. As gently as he could manage, which probably wasn’t as gently as he should, he moved their hands up and down on his dick. \n\nHis body jerking up and down awkwardly, Kaiden’s boyish whimpers mixed with the low manly grunts of his father in their living room. The couch creaked and groaned and sighed with Markus’ thrusting movements as he grinded the air in front of his pretty son’s face, feeling his hot broiling balls tighten inside his pants, the pleasant pressure of Kaiden’s ass squishing them and spurning them onwards to erupt. In the background, the cartoon kept playing, and Markus felt a sudden sinful thrill at the juxtaposition of innocence and sexual pleasure he found himself between. \n\nHe had never had any interest in cubs, and this was something he had never even thought of entertaining an idea about, but he was delighted to be reminded that his love for his penis was an eternal gateway to new and exciting perversions. His wonderful penis. He would never deny it what it wanted. It never stopped amazing him with the ways it could make him feel good in return. And it felt really good right now. And it was feeling more and more good with every second. \n\n“Kiss it”, he begged. The words surprised him when they came out of his mouth and the tone of desperation in them made him blush. He angled the top of his slippery dick towards his son’s mouth. “Kiss it, nnnngh… please…”\n\nIt took a few seconds, but Kaiden did what babies do.\n\n“Fffffgghhhhnnngghh…” Markus groaned, his whole body going tense with lightning, his muscles tightening so much they pushed through the thick layer of fat covering his whole body. “Fffffuck yeahhhh kidd… kiss the fucking penis that fucking made youuuu… urrrgghghhh!”\n\nHe opened his clenched eyes long enough to get a glimpse of what he’d done, and it hurled him towards the edge of orgasm. A pretty little boy -- [i]his [/i]pretty little boy -- with soft little lips suckling on the slippery tip of his dick, cluelessly trying to get its milk.\n\n“GOOD BOY!” he roared.\n\nHe gripped Kaiden’s entire skull effortlessly in one hand and shoved his dick into that tiny mouth as far as it would go, which wasn’t very far at all. Kaiden’s maw spread slightly until his jaw locked and his lips formed a tight seal against the sloppy flesh of Markus’ throbbing dick head, his little nose burying into the flesh of its foreskin before it bunched up too much and started to roll upwards over half of his whole face. The cub bounced slightly in the air as the fat nuts underneath him clenched tightly upwards, and the father panted and gasped for air as he felt a torrent of thick sperm surge up his shaft. \n\n“Urrrgghhh! Fuck yeah. [i]Ohhhhhhhh ffffuckkk! Fuuucck! Fuck![/i]”\n\nKaiden made a terrified sound through his nostrils at being manhandled, but a moment later the only thing coming through his one year old nostrils was semen, spraying with force from his nose across his father’s fat gut and up his sweat-dripped chest in thick gluggy streams of hundreds of millions of his brothers and sisters. What didn’t come out his facial orifices poured into his belly. Cumming hard, harder than he had in a long time, Markus groaned helplessly with ecstasy. His veiny hot hard swollen dick pulsed again and again, harder each time than it did the time before, and with every throbbing gush, the cub’s belly visibly swelled. The crushing weight of the awfulness of what he was doing hit him in waves, but rather than making him stop, every one made him cum harder. Morality never stood a chance against his penis. \n\nWhen he finally released his death-grip on his baby boy’s face, Kaiden flopped forward, face smushing against Markus’ penis, his clumsy and slightly oxygen-deprived limbs giving the dick an accidental hug. Staring at the ceiling, Markus panted to catch his breath. If his floppy kid started to fall off the couch now, the father was so drained he had no chance of catching him. The baby would need to fend for himself for a few minutes until the blistering beauty of existence faded from his father’s eyes and Markus could manage to move again. \n\nThey both breathed heavily together while the cartoon on the TV in front of Markus espoused some sort of lesson about behaving well to the children watching. He raised a sluggish and overweight arm and patted his son’s back.\n\n“Good boy”, he panted.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nHe hadn’t showered with his son before. Actually held him while they huddled under the water together. It caught him off-guard when he realised he had been smiling for minutes. He couldn’t really remember ever smiling around his son. Maybe it was the afterglow of one of the best orgasms of his life. But maybe not.\n\nKaiden came good. He looked scared for a little while, and what happened to his bloated belly seemed to make him irritable, but it seemed that something fundamental shifted within his young brain as well.\n\n[i]Young children pick up on their parents’ emotions subconsciously[/i], the fat-titted cow had said. [i]They’re more clever than you think. If you’re not happy, they’ll pick up on it, and they’ll be unhappy too.[/i]\n\nMarkus was happier than his son had ever seen him, and something in Kaiden’s infant mind must have been comforted by that. He giggled as Markus held him close and massaged a thick stream of jizz out from behind the baby boy’s ear, sin slipping down the drain.\n\nThe father looked at his dick-spawn differently, and could imagine him growing into a boy, a teen, a man with a cock of his own that he hopefully valued and loved as much as Markus did his. What a thought that was -- Markus’ penis making more boys with their own dicks and more sperm and more loads that made more babies. \n\nHis penis would affect the world. He had created life. That life would exert its will upon the world and change it forever. It was all thanks to his dick. His penis. His beautiful, big penis. He loved it. And goddamn it. He loved what it could do. What it could make. As he looked at his child now, he felt that excitement sparking in his brain. Everything this boy would do in his life was thanks to Markus’ penis, and that was a glorious thing. \n\n[i]That [/i]made him [i]happy [/i]to be a [i]father[/i].\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "




Daddy's Flipped Switch




If Markus stopped to fully think through the innumerable and monumental ways in which his life had changed following the birth of his son, he would probably pop a couple packets of diazepam into his beer. Maybe for better, but probably for worse, the german shepherd didn’t have the time to stop and think through much of anything lately.

He no longer went to bed for the night -- he lay down and remained immobile until the screaming inevitably started, mentally counting to check whether it was his or his wife’s turn to get up and tend to the baby. He no longer thought about what he would like to do of an evening -- he wracked his mind for ways to avoid the baby-related jobs he didn’t want to do without his wife complaining. Definitely worst of all, he no longer had sex -- he rutted his fist in the bathroom while trying not to pass out from anger and desperation and exhaustion over the state of his life.

His solace. Their shared moments too brief. The greatest, most precious, most treasured love of his life. His penis. Cumming was something he now had to squeeze in at the seams of his overwhelmingly exhausting life. He felt ashamed about that in a strange way, guilty for letting down the penis who rewarded him with so much pleasure when he treated it properly.

If he could go back in time, he would have been better off marrying his dick instead of his wife.

“I need you to go to the shops”, Sally said. Her voice drooped with tiredness and she was slightly unsteady on her feet as she wandered up next to Markus in the kitchen.

“Again?” he grunted.

“What, you’d rather stay here with Kaiden?” she said sarcastically. She bounced their baby boy in her arms. His head bounced softly in a funny looking nod.

The pup licked his nose, looking at his father with a dumb look on his dumb little face, his eyes wide and unfocused. Markus regarded him with the sort of look he might give someone else’s crying baby sitting next to him on a ten-hour flight.

People had told Markus that it was a wonderful thing, becoming a parent. Oh, the rush of love you’ll feel for your little one when they’re born. Your life will become different but so much better, they said. It’s a privilege to care for your baby, witness them growing up, clap with joy as they reach new milestones. They said to bask in the smiles they give you when they are satisfied and happy, and feel your heart fill with a new kind of satisfaction you didn’t know was possible.

Delusional fuckers. It was like they were trying to recruit him into a cult. He wondered when the rewards were meant to arrive. He looked at his one year old baby boy and his brain appraised it as nothing other than an inconvenient, alien thing. Maybe it would be different if Kaiden showed any sort of love or appreciation towards his father and all the work his father did for him, but no. Markus couldn’t even pick the brat up. He would instantly start crying. Before a minute was up, he would be screaming till his brown face turned magenta, grasping at the air for Mummy to come back.

“I just went to the shops”, Markus complained.

“Yesterday. You didn’t get milk”.

“You didn’t ask me to get milk”. He sank back against the pantry door. It creaked against his considerable weight. It had only gotten worse since the birth of his kid. His wife used to cook all the time, but she went on and on about being too tired now because she looked after Kaiden. He’d learnt not to complain about it anymore after she cried the last time. He just thought that cooking was what wives were supposed to do, but if she wasn’t up to it, there was no point rubbing her face into it. Maybe she’d build up more stamina in the future.

She sighed. “I didn’t think I needed to--”

“Well I can’t read m--”

The volume of her voice dialled up as she interrupted, “I don’t want to start something again. Please”.

“Well don’t complain about me not getting milk if you didn’t ask me to get milk”.

She looked at him with pleading, sad eyes. He gave her a What? in shrug form. He never backed down from a fight and it was something he prided himself in. She backed down, clearly acknowledging that he was right, like always, and she was wrong, with a loud sigh. “Forget about whether I asked you or not. We need milk. So, do you want to get it, or do you want to stay here with Kaiden?”

“Can’t you go?”

“That’s what I’m asking”.

“No, can’t you go with him?” Markus said. “I want a goddamn moment’s peace”

She broke into dark laughter. Kaiden looked curiously at his mother’s face and his face mirrored a slight smile as he watched her expression. He reached for her cheek with a chubby little paw and grabbed at the skin. “You think I wouldn’t like some peace?”

“What are you talking about? He’s calm when he’s with you. Look at him, he’s calm right now!”

“Oh, Markus. Do you know how much work it was to get him to calm down? Seriously”.

“I’m just saying it’s a lot easier for you than it is for me”. It seemed obvious to him, and he purposefully had to suppress the annoyance in his voice.

Sally’s lips twitched before they opened, and her eyes were firm as they stared at Markus. “Maybe that’s because I try”.

“I don’t try?!”

Her voice was perfectly gentle so as not to upset their child as she stared at him and replied, “No, I try, while you lock yourself in the bathroom and masturbate. You spray your mess up the mirror and don’t even clean it”.

“Yeah? You got a problem with that? You know I’ve got needs! I’ve always been a man like that!” He did think about not saying what he said next, but he was never one to back down from a fight, after all. “And you know, maybe if you put out--”

It was a mistake. And she saw it coming, too. On the put she lifted Kaiden in the air and on the out she dropped him in Markus’ arms. “I’m going to the shops to get milk”, she said. Each word was a stab and somehow had the weight of a whole sentence. Her handbag seemed to manifest in her hands from out of nowhere, and she was slipping on her shoes before she finished the next one. “You’re looking after him until I get home, and I can’t say when that will be, Markus”.

The father opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for the right words to weasel out of responsibility but coming up short. Temperamental women, he told himself to save face in front of his own ego. There’s only so much you can do sometimes. “Can you pick me up some more beer while you’re out?” he asked meekly.

She didn’t reply. When the door closed behind her, Kaiden stared at it, murmuring sadly, “Mummah…”

“Fuck’s sake”, Markus grumbled, his lips wrinkling with disdain as he hoisted the baby up in front of his face, unsure what to do with the thing.

“Fugsay”, Kaiden repeated, tilting his head.

Markus bounced the boy up and down robotically, hoping it would soothe him and stop what seemed inevitable. He even forced a smile. “It’s just you and your Daddy, kiddo. I’ll look after ya”.

Kaiden regarded him with confusion for a moment, then looked at the door Sally had left through and whimpered in a slowly rising pitch.

“Ech, forget it”.

In the living room, he dropped Kaiden on the couch and reached for the remote, anxiously pressing buttons to turn cartoons on, moving with the speed of someone trying to put out embers before they flared into a fire. He got some dumb program playing before the crying commenced, and even had two seconds to spare when he turned around and saw Kaiden crawling towards the edge of the couch and about to flop off. He scooped the boy up and sat down with a tired groan, dropping the boy in his lap.

“See? You like this… whatever it is, don’t you? Cute puppies and cats and… whatever the hell that freaky lookin’ thing is supposed to be”.

“Mummah?” Kaiden said. He twisted his oversized head around and looked at his dad with oversized and watery eyes, deep orange like a nice whiskey.

“Mummy went to buy something. Daddy’s here. You love daddy too, don’t you?”

Kaiden blinked at him.

“Daddy works to buy all these things for you. You wouldn’t have all these toys if Daddy wasn’t around. You like toys, yeah? You ungrateful little…”

Kaiden shifted around to look at the TV, momentarily distracted by the beginning of a song.

Markus grumbled. “I try”, he insisted to a phantom Sally. “See? See how he doesn’t care?”

He sighed, but had to put a hand around his kid to stop from knocking him off the couch with his expanding gut as he breathed.

Kaiden flopped around for a minute to wrest his pudgy little body free from Markus’ grasp until the father released him. The baby crawled along the couch and, for the moment, wasn’t in danger of falling off. Markus briefly considered taking the opportunity while Sally was gone to masturbate and briefly appease his endless sex drive, but that was much easier before Kaiden could crawl. He used to just be able to put the baby down and pretend not to hear it crying while he rubbed one or two loads out. But with Kaiden mobile, the potential for the kid getting injured by slipping and cracking his skull on the tiles was a bit too much for his conscience at the moment. Just barely.

In the lull of nothing in particular happening, a profound sadness hit him. He loved his penis. He loved it more than anything. And how was he showing that love? He was neglecting the poor thing.

The older canine sank back into the couch, depressed, the composite fabric wheezing around him as his hefty weight pushed air out of it. He watched his child clumsily work his limbs to propel himself forward an inch at a time, and willed himself to feel some surge of love for it like he felt for his penis.

He wish he felt some sort of connection to it. Some switch in his brain desperately needed to flip for him to him to not loathe having a child. Something needed to give. His perspective needed to shift in some way, somehow. If it didn’t he would be miserable for years, his marriage would fall apart, he would need to find a way out, and he’d be saddled with child support for the better part of two decades. Life ruined.

He shifted thoughts around in his head like puzzle pieces to see if anything would fit and suddenly make it all make sense. This was his kid. His baby. His child. Wasn’t something meant to happen evolutionarily? Wasn’t some chemical meant to be released that made the primal part of his brain give a shit about not tossing his baby in the oven? He repeated facts he already knew as though it would properly run father.exe in his brain after it had somehow failed the first time. This was his own offspring. This creature came from him! From his own dick and balls!

His dick twitched.

His eyes widened with surprise at his own body’s reaction. His gaze gradually moved to his pants-clad dick and balls as though they was going to explain itself to him. He stared. They didn’t say anything back.

Looking at his plump bulge, and with twice as much curiosity as shame in his voice, he said out loud, “A kid came from you. You made a living being”.

It responded. A hard flex. Then a gradual enlarging as it filled with blood. A dark grin twinkled at the corners of his lips and slowly grew with his dick.

“Yeah, you did”, he said, now with heaped love in his voice, a tone well-practiced from years of self-love. “You made a fucking child. An actual person came from you. Aren’t you special? You’re such a special penis!”

It pulsed with delight, pressing up firmly against the fabric until the outline of his swelling head was discernible through his pants. He reached down with just one finger extended to caress the ridge of his head with light pressure, as though not using his whole hand made it not shameful, and it pushed up hungrily to meet his touch. He moaned quietly through his nostrils, and his eyelids flickered until they grew heavier and lustful. He wanted it. He missed it. He loved his penis. It was so big, fucking huge, and it made him feel so warm and fuzzy when he touched it -- like everything was going to be alright and his life wasn’t a depressing mess.

Kaiden made a cooing sound next to him, and when Markus looked at the boy again, a switch had flipped in his brain. A different way of looking at things had been triggered.

He saw not an alien creature, an abstract thing, an it. He saw his own penis reflected back at him. A little boy full of potential and hope and dreams and happiness and sadness and joy and terror and all the things that made a person a person, all born from his penis and his balls. Kaiden existed because of his dick.

“Hey, Kaiden”, he growled in a warm low voice, licking at his lips.

“Want Mummah”, Kaiden whined, winding up a cry in his voice as he visibly breathed faster and faster.

“Mummy’s hopefully not gonna come home for a bit longer. C’mere to Daddy. He’s gonna look after you”.

He hoisted the kid up with an outstretched arm then dropped the cub’s ass against his bulge, eyes rolling back in his skull from the pleasant pressure of a young body against his stiff and restricted shaft. The boy, who less than two years ago was a sperm in the nuts he was now squished against, shifted uncomfortably atop the hardness. Markus reached out and cupped his kid’s face, leaning forward, and looking at Kaiden like it was the first time he had properly, actually looked at him. Kaiden looked confused but didn’t recoil from the unfamiliar touch of his father.

Like his Daddy, he had a scruffy mess of grey hair. His eyes were gentle and beautiful. His lips were soft and lush. His skin was warm. A living, breathing cub. From his dick. It throbbed again.

“Daddy loves you”, Markus said. He wasn’t sure exactly to whom he was saying it, but it felt right.

Kaiden’s body stiffened as the dick pressed up against him, threatening to tear through his pants if it wasn’t released soon. Markus reached down under the kid, easily pushing up Kaiden’s mass with the backside of his hand as he grabbed a meaty fistful of his heated fleshy dick. With a low growl and an awkward shift in his pelvis, he managed to tug the stiff meat around the confines of his pants and finally free it from its prison of fabric and morality.

It slapped against his belly with a wet thud, then pulsed and grew even bigger in its newfound freedom.

Kaiden’s pretty little eyes went wide as they fixated upon the giant dick, a rod of meat of roughly equivalent mass to his entire body. With one hand around the back of his infant son and the other only managing to reach around half of his pulsing dick, Markus gritted his teeth and started masturbating, the tip of his uncut dick an inch in front of his son’s face.

Kaiden whined.

Markus tried to remember what that big-titted cow had told them during the parenting class. About how much of their early lives babies actually remember. The effects of their emotions on attachment. And the effects of attachment on the rest of their lives. He could only remember her big tits. The rest probably wasn’t important.

The cub was too young to know what was happening. Hard-wired to learn through experimentation and curiosity, his chubby little paws reached out to touch what was in front of him. Markus stopped beating his meat for a second to fully appreciate the touch of his infant son’s hands against the hot slippery flesh of his penis. Tiny paw pads caressed a bulging vein, the surface of the boy’s pad-skin sliding slick against precum pouring from the foreskin-snout of his dick.

“This made you, Kaiden”, Markus breathed. “It fucking made you, little boy”.

“Fugsay”, Kaiden murmured, eyes wide and round as shot glasses. Markus shivered at the thought of important synaptic connections forming between the neurons of Kaiden’s developing brain in response to the new sensory sensations. The sight of a huge beige-brown dick eclipsing his vision, foreskin so thick and fleshy that its folds overlapped other folds, affecting his hyper-plastic little brain. Where those dickflesh-folds moved against each other and uncovered rivers and streams of precum, they cast the earthy manly adult scents of dick and sex into the air, mixing with the hot breath of the infant boy staring at them. Markus liked to imagine that the look in his son’s eyes was recognition of the importance and fateful weight of the dong before him.

Overlapping his much larger hand over the baby’s paws, Markus sighed with pleasure. “You owe a lot to this penis”, he said. “Help pay somethin’ back for once, little baby boy. Mmmgh”. As gently as he could manage, which probably wasn’t as gently as he should, he moved their hands up and down on his dick.

His body jerking up and down awkwardly, Kaiden’s boyish whimpers mixed with the low manly grunts of his father in their living room. The couch creaked and groaned and sighed with Markus’ thrusting movements as he grinded the air in front of his pretty son’s face, feeling his hot broiling balls tighten inside his pants, the pleasant pressure of Kaiden’s ass squishing them and spurning them onwards to erupt. In the background, the cartoon kept playing, and Markus felt a sudden sinful thrill at the juxtaposition of innocence and sexual pleasure he found himself between.

He had never had any interest in cubs, and this was something he had never even thought of entertaining an idea about, but he was delighted to be reminded that his love for his penis was an eternal gateway to new and exciting perversions. His wonderful penis. He would never deny it what it wanted. It never stopped amazing him with the ways it could make him feel good in return. And it felt really good right now. And it was feeling more and more good with every second.

“Kiss it”, he begged. The words surprised him when they came out of his mouth and the tone of desperation in them made him blush. He angled the top of his slippery dick towards his son’s mouth. “Kiss it, nnnngh… please…”

It took a few seconds, but Kaiden did what babies do.

“Fffffgghhhhnnngghh…” Markus groaned, his whole body going tense with lightning, his muscles tightening so much they pushed through the thick layer of fat covering his whole body. “Fffffuck yeahhhh kidd… kiss the fucking penis that fucking made youuuu… urrrgghghhh!”

He opened his clenched eyes long enough to get a glimpse of what he’d done, and it hurled him towards the edge of orgasm. A pretty little boy -- his pretty little boy -- with soft little lips suckling on the slippery tip of his dick, cluelessly trying to get its milk.

“GOOD BOY!” he roared.

He gripped Kaiden’s entire skull effortlessly in one hand and shoved his dick into that tiny mouth as far as it would go, which wasn’t very far at all. Kaiden’s maw spread slightly until his jaw locked and his lips formed a tight seal against the sloppy flesh of Markus’ throbbing dick head, his little nose burying into the flesh of its foreskin before it bunched up too much and started to roll upwards over half of his whole face. The cub bounced slightly in the air as the fat nuts underneath him clenched tightly upwards, and the father panted and gasped for air as he felt a torrent of thick sperm surge up his shaft.

“Urrrgghhh! Fuck yeah. Ohhhhhhhh ffffuckkk! Fuuucck! Fuck!”

Kaiden made a terrified sound through his nostrils at being manhandled, but a moment later the only thing coming through his one year old nostrils was semen, spraying with force from his nose across his father’s fat gut and up his sweat-dripped chest in thick gluggy streams of hundreds of millions of his brothers and sisters. What didn’t come out his facial orifices poured into his belly. Cumming hard, harder than he had in a long time, Markus groaned helplessly with ecstasy. His veiny hot hard swollen dick pulsed again and again, harder each time than it did the time before, and with every throbbing gush, the cub’s belly visibly swelled. The crushing weight of the awfulness of what he was doing hit him in waves, but rather than making him stop, every one made him cum harder. Morality never stood a chance against his penis.

When he finally released his death-grip on his baby boy’s face, Kaiden flopped forward, face smushing against Markus’ penis, his clumsy and slightly oxygen-deprived limbs giving the dick an accidental hug. Staring at the ceiling, Markus panted to catch his breath. If his floppy kid started to fall off the couch now, the father was so drained he had no chance of catching him. The baby would need to fend for himself for a few minutes until the blistering beauty of existence faded from his father’s eyes and Markus could manage to move again.

They both breathed heavily together while the cartoon on the TV in front of Markus espoused some sort of lesson about behaving well to the children watching. He raised a sluggish and overweight arm and patted his son’s back.

“Good boy”, he panted.

* * *


He hadn’t showered with his son before. Actually held him while they huddled under the water together. It caught him off-guard when he realised he had been smiling for minutes. He couldn’t really remember ever smiling around his son. Maybe it was the afterglow of one of the best orgasms of his life. But maybe not.

Kaiden came good. He looked scared for a little while, and what happened to his bloated belly seemed to make him irritable, but it seemed that something fundamental shifted within his young brain as well.

Young children pick up on their parents’ emotions subconsciously, the fat-titted cow had said. They’re more clever than you think. If you’re not happy, they’ll pick up on it, and they’ll be unhappy too.

Markus was happier than his son had ever seen him, and something in Kaiden’s infant mind must have been comforted by that. He giggled as Markus held him close and massaged a thick stream of jizz out from behind the baby boy’s ear, sin slipping down the drain.

The father looked at his dick-spawn differently, and could imagine him growing into a boy, a teen, a man with a cock of his own that he hopefully valued and loved as much as Markus did his. What a thought that was -- Markus’ penis making more boys with their own dicks and more sperm and more loads that made more babies.

His penis would affect the world. He had created life. That life would exert its will upon the world and change it forever. It was all thanks to his dick. His penis. His beautiful, big penis. He loved it. And goddamn it. He loved what it could do. What it could make. As he looked at his child now, he felt that excitement sparking in his brain. Everything this boy would do in his life was thanks to Markus’ penis, and that was a glorious thing.

That made him happy to be a father.





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