Your New MPGD—Manic Pixie Gay Dad

You were relaxing at your friend's pool. It's been a while since you got to relax, so you soaked in the Summer sun as much as you could. Levi was laying on the lounge chair beside you, just "bro-ing out" as he would say. You missed hearing people talk like that. His naturally tan skin and defined muscles snapped with the modern slang like pieces to a jigsaw puzzle.

"Imma go and make an Arnold Palmer. Want one?"

"Yeah, sounds good. Are you gonna use the jug of it from the store, or mix 3 parts tea and 1 part lemonade?"

"Bruhh, who cares? I'll be back in 2."

It doesn't take 2 minutes to pour 2 drinks. For as much as he wanted to play dumb, mixing was something Levi really cared about. You thought it was silly, but at least it always tasted good. With everything that has happened lately, you appreciated the individuality of his mixes. These were his, and you wouldn't trade that in for anything.

You watched Levi walk back from under his bar hut, when he stops and waves, "Hey Mr. Doe! When did you get here?"

Fuck. You turn back around and see the 10-foot giant in Levi's chair, burning pink in nothing but a g-string. He smiled and waved, beaming a completely innocent picture in Levi's head. At the same time, He made himself hard and stretched the holes of a swimsuit that were designed to cling to skin. Levi sat the drinks down at each seat's respective tables, but didn't move Him out of his seat. He just stood aside like a butler, and let Him sip the drink he originally made for himself.

1 month ago, this man suddenly showed up at your door and claimed to be your Daddy. Your Dad had left you and your Mom before you were born, but comparing this guy to the unshredded pictures or your Grandpa would be night & day. Your Dad (disregarding his actual actions) looked well and put-together. His hair was short hair, his face was manly and sharp, his build was thin with slight musculature, and he always wore some kind of suit or other formal wear. This man had a shaggy manbun, a round and doughy head, big rolls on his bulging belly and flabby arms, and a neon green & magenta outfit like something from a rave.

You were going to shut the door in His face and possibly call a psych ward, but you spent too much time stunned in disbelief. He dove in at the last second before the door would have moved, and wrapped His entire being around you. The bear hug intoxicated you, and doomed you down the road you've been on since.

The two of you landed on your bed, where he nuzzled into you neck like a mouthless vampire. His scruffy beard scratched your nape delightfully, filling your senses with soft, scritchy pleasantries. You moved your hands to his forested gut, and found your palms reacting electrically with the curly hairs. Your rubbed him like a woman, even though in your mind He was becoming more and more "Daddy". Even when He pecked your face and lips, it felt like the love any father would give. It wasn't until you opened your mouth, and He stuck His tongue down your throat, that He became something else.

You weren't gay, and you especially didn't like body hair. You didn't like 6'smth" men barging into your apartment and having their way with you. You didn't like being tickled by the mere touch of hair. And yet you gladly reciprocated Daddy's love. You tucked your hands under his pink, glittery "FREE FUCK GIVEAWAY" crop top and pinched his nips. You held onto his hips as his fat ass crushed your cock and waist. You swallowed greasy hair with thick milk, and begged for more. You wanted nothing more than to feel this master of manhood for the rest of your life.

Of course, you got tired at some point. When He realized this, His infinite stamina seemingly made up an endpoint to match yours. After falling asleep in each other's grasp, you woke up in a luxury high-rise in the middle of the city. Everything from your old apartment was still there, but it had Daddy's influence on it now. The same bed, but bigger and lower; the same sports posters, but stronger and sexier; the same clothes, but tighter and showier. Every photo you had in the apartment were now framed across the many walls. Anything with you or your Pops now had Daddy right behind you. It was wrong... but it felt right.

That stayed with you for a week or two, and was hammered in by both of your growing libidos. One time, you were in the middle of a ranked game with your bros and left by saying, "Sorry guys. Gotta go. Daddy wants me to fuck him tonight and He's getting antsy." Another, you saw Daddy clean a photo of Mom pregnant with you, only for it to show Him and Pops waiting for your birth so he could have his phalloplasty. It all felt natural whenever you or Him were filling each other up every 3 hours.

It took a day alone with your thoughts for you to realize how everything has changed, and since then you've been hopping between your friends houses. Eventually though, He would come and twist their minds and bodies to His benefit.

...Just like He was doing now. At some point during your flashback he picked up Levi and was cuddling him. His 2 1/2–feet of dick drew a shadow over them, and your own semi began to strain the speedo Levi let you borrow. Levi was chuckling like a himbo, lost in the superpaternal bliss. He humped against Daddy's gut, his cock surely growing to match everyone else He got His arms around. For as weird this past month was, you were at least glad your tool got to be closer to average.

Levi's beard started to twirl with His pec-hair, and before you even remembered that he never had a beard, his mouth was shrouded in a black, curly forest. Daddy cupped his ass through his trunks and massaged them, making Levi moan like a girl. You could see new hairs flow out of his skin and pantlegs, before straining between their bigger mass.

"I don't know why John doesn't want Daddy's love anymore, Levi. He knows I'm the only one he's got, right?"

"Hehe, yeeah Mr. Doe. John should be nicer to you. He's lucky to have a Dilf like you."

"Ah!" He screamed giddily, before hugging Levi's head into his chest, "Levi you're gonna make me splurt into the pool! John your boyfriend is such a kidder!"

And just like that you had another boyfriend. Out of all your friends in the city, about half of them were your boyfriends now. You don't know how your Pops— Mom got with an eldritch reality warper like him, but He was too much.

"Okay Dad, let go of Levi."

"Heyyy. Remember what we talked about at Wayne's Dads' house?"

You grumbled, before letting yourself fall into His degeneracy. "Please Daddy. Can you let go of Levi?"

"Levi your..?"

"Levi my... b-boyfriend."

"Thank you, Son," Daddy said as he brought your head down for a smooch. Just then my dick throbbed to a full, 1 1/2–foot erection. You were glad Levi didn't have anything to fit you (poor guy), otherwise you would have torn it to nothing. Daddy let go of Levi, who now had a viking's worth of hair, and he saw your penis. You tried to tuck it between my legs, but your stupid fat balls pushed against them with the equal, opposite force of your stupid fat ass. It stayed between your legs, your head drooling down your calves. Levi gasped in delight and moved your hands off it.

"Bro, I was wondering when you'd be ready to bone! Damn, you've got a beast! I wished mine was long and thick like this!" He praised, holding it like a fish as it throbbed. You took a peek at his speedo, and saw that it only grew to 0.9-feet long. It was still below-average, but for his sake you hoped Daddy would let him buy new clothes first. Not everyone can run around nude like you and Daddy. . . Wait—

"Hey, hey. John," he whispered, "I wanna fuck. Can you. . ."