Lunch

Becky winked and ground her hips against my crotch a couple of times before whispering in my ear, “Later, big boy,” and standing up, obediently following her mother toward the dining room. My eyes were glued to her tight arse as she walked away, until I noticed her brother Michael watching me with a strange expression that somehow registered both jealous anger and wry amusement. To my right, Peter stood up and noticed the tension between us.

“Don’t be jealous, son,” he said to Michael and leaned down to whisper something in his ear, which caused Michael’s expression to change to a predatory grin as he continued to stare at me.

“Come on, boys, let’s not keep Mum waiting,” said Gloria and we shuffled to the dining room behind her.

“Fuck, it’s good to see that arse waddling along in front of me again” commented Michael as he leered at his sister’s butt. My wife looked over her shoulder and winked at him. I had an erection in my pants and was finding it harder to walk than usual.

“Come on, Brad, keep up,” said Peter from behind me and he put his hand on one of my buttocks, which made me jump a little. He kept his hand there, pushing me forward. As we entered the dining room like that, Mandy smiled with amusement as she noticed her husband manhandling me in that way.

The table was laden with sandwiches, crisps, quiche, salad, mini pork pies and sausage rolls, spring rolls, samosas, and various other snacky foods.

“Mandy, you’ve done it again, what an amazing spread,” I complimented her as I sat down.

“That’s what all the boys say,” she quipped, to chuckles and smiles of amusement at her innuendo.

“Before we eat, though,” said Peter, “since Brad has an empty stomach, now might be a good time to treat him to something from the dispensary. Michael, would you care to do the honours? And something for the rest of us too, I suppose.”

“With pleasure, Dad,” replied Michael, that evil grin back on his face again.

“Don’t go overboard though, son, remember it’s his first time.”

“It’s ok, Dad, I know exactly what to get for him,” said Michael and walked confidently out of the room.

“The dispensary?” I questioned, looking at Gloria.

“Yes, babe, don’t forget one of Daddy’s businesses is a pharmaceutical company and we have a little stock of their products here. Like most medicines, a lot of them work better on an empty stomach. They’re all a lot of fun, don’t worry we wouldn’t give you anything dangerous. I wonder what Mike’s choosing for you though, although I think I can guess.”

Michael returned with a bunch of plastic pots, each containing a few tablets. There was a brown caplet and a purple caplet in each one, and one pot which also had a bright pink round pink tablet. He put a pot on the table in front of each family member, with the one containing three tablets down next to me. He sat himself down with a satisfied smile on his face.

Becky looked delighted. “Oh Mikey, you’re so naughty,” she said, looking at her tablets and those he had given to the others. Gloria giggled, also looking amused. Becky picked up her purple caplet. “As if I wasn’t horny enough,” she smiled, and put it straight in her mouth.

“Brad, let me explain what these are,” said Peter.

“Oh Dad, don’t ruin the surprise,” complained Michael.

“Sorry, Mike, but informed consent really matters,” Peter replied, turning his attention back to me. “Now the first thing to know is these tablets are all chewable with pleasant fruit flavours. You can swallow them whole with water if you want but you can just crunch them up and swallow them too.” The rest of the family had already popped their tablets into their mouths and were chewing away.

“The purple one, as Becky implied, enhances sexual appetite and performance. It affects men and women differently as you’d imagine but the same pill works for both sexes. We call it Vextar and produce it in several different strengths. You’ll see there’s a little symbol on the tablet that tells you what it is, and a number that relates to the strength. It looks like Mike’s given us all a strength one tablet, which is the mildest one.”

I looked down at my tablet. It had a little number five on it.

“Mine’s a five,” I said. Peter just chuckled and put his own Vextar tablet in his mouth and started chewing. “Five is the strongest we normally provide, although we can make an even more concentrated version” said Peter. I felt the eyes of the family on me, willing me to take the tablet.

“It’s definitely safe?” I asked.

“Definitely,” confirmed Gloria. “Come on, baby, don’t let me down.” I popped the tablet into my mouth and started chewing. It had a pleasant blueberry flavour.

“Now this one,” said Peter, holding up the brown tablet, “is deliberately coloured brown. I wonder if you can guess what it does.”

“I’m guessing this is the one that Mandy and her guests took last night to make them fart more,” I suggest.

“Spot on. We named it Brelonex - just a meaningless generic sounding pharmaceutical name, and it has a mild chocolatey flavour. Again it comes in different strengths, and there are a few different varieties. Some make you produce more wind, others bulk up faeces and increase the, er, throughput. We can even control the texture and smell to some extent. It’s a bit hard to tell just by looking at the pill which variety you have because there are too many varieties to depict with a small icon, so they all have the same picture.”

I look at the icon on the tablet, it looks like a line drawing of a turd coming out of a round butt. Peter held up his tablet in a “cheers” gesture and put it in his mouth. I followed suit. There were stomachs rumbling all round the table and mine immediately started churning and rumbling loudly. Even though I hadn’t eaten anything yet I started to feel a bit full, yet still hungry at the same time. In fact, if anything, more hungry than I was before.

By now I had a raging boner and it was taking all my willpower not to stroke my bulging crotch.

“So what about this one?” I ask, holding up the pink pill that nobody else had been given. It had two hearts next to each other on it.

“That is Rospex,” answered Peter. “It’s one of the few product names that is vaguely meaningful. Short for ‘rose tinted spectacles’. It basically increases your attraction to the people around you.”

“How is that different from the first one? The purple one?” I ask.

“Brelonex makes you… horny, to use the word Becky used,” Peter answered, “but it doesn't really affect your usual preferences in any way. Rospex affects who and what you are attracted to. Some might describe it as removing inhibitions but that’s not strictly accurate. It certainly does that, but Rospex does a bit more, it creates new desires within you, makes you want to do things you might not have wanted before, makes you attracted to people or activities you perhaps normally wouldn't be.”

“So sort of like a date **** ****?”

“Well it could certainly be used for that, but we’re dead against that sort of thing, so we try to control distribution of this really carefully. Michael takes it pretty often when he needs to service clients with particular desires.”

“I’m naturally dominant, Brad” Michael helpfully chipped in. “I’m normally the one to do the fucking, not the one being fucked. But if I have a client who wants to use my arse, I’ll usually take some Rospex beforehand and it makes me want that a bit more. It can turn the straightest man into a cock-craving slut. Don’t worry, buddy, it’s perfectly harmless. Down the hatch now.”

“Yes, then we can finally get started on our actual lunch,” said Mandy. Again the whole family was watching me, waiting for me to take the tablet. Despite what Peter had said about informed consent, I definitely felt the peer pressure to take it. And the Brelonex was definitely already affecting me, I felt incredibly horny, my dick not just erect but rock solid within my pants. As I looked over at Mandy, her deep cleavage on display, I found my self almost salivating. It was taking an effort of will not to jump across the table and start humping her right then and there. So I took the Rospex too.

“Great, tuck in everyone,” said Peter, reaching for the tray of sandwiches and putting some on his plate. We all started loading our plates with the food we wanted, passing things around to each other and then tucking in. I felt ravenously hungry all of a sudden and ate fairly quickly, although there was definitely a tell-tale pressure building in my bowels too. Building quite quickly in fact. And that only turned me on all the more.

My attention was drawn to Mandy, who suddenly moaned. “Mmmm,” she said, “mmmm, oh god,” and she bore down, producing a long, loud fart. As soon as she did, I imagined myself with my face between her thighs as she farted, licking out her soaking wet pussy. My left hand instinctively went to the tent in my trousers and I gave myself a little stroke. Gloria, sitting to my left, grabbed my wrist and put my hand back above the table’s surface.

“Behave at the dinner table,” she admonished with a smirk. “No touching yourself without permission.” I looked at her, my eyes drawn to her incredibly generous cleavage, and I felt an almost overwhelming desire to plunge my face right into it, between her enormous breasts. An image sprung into my mind of her being titty-fucked by a huge cock and I realised that in my imagination, that wasn’t my cock but her father’s. Realising I was staring at her boobs, I tore my eyes away, looking in the opposite direction, to Peter sitting at the head of the table to my right.

He looked… beautiful. So manly. Rugged and powerful yet gentle and kind. I felt emotions towards him that I had never felt before. My mouth suddenly felt dry as I took in his hunky figure and I instinctively licked my lips as I looked at him, my cock straining in my pants. The table was in the way and I desperately wanted to see whether his trousers were tenting too. I yearned for a good close look, to smell his manliness and closely examine the penis that produced by beautiful wife. What a glorious organ that must be to produce a woman of such beauty. I wanted to… to worship it?

“Everything ok there, Brad?” Peter asked with an amused look on his face, a kind smile on his features but a predatory glint in his eye, breaking me out of my reverie.

“Y-yes thanks,” I answered, my mind racing with lewd thoughts even more than usual, the pressure in my bowels becoming more insistent. “This food is delicious”

“Good,” said Peter, and raised a butt cheek to break wind. “Ah, that’s better,” he said with a happy sigh, “better out than in.” I wanted it in though - not in him but in me, I wanted to breathe it all. The smell hit me immediately and I breathed it deeply, to chuckles from Becky and Mike.

“Enjoying my dad’s farts, there, Brad?” Mike teased. I immediately felt the warmth in my face as I blushed in response. I tried to avoid looking at Michael, because I didn’t want to start feeling the same things for him as I suddenly felt for my father-in-law. “You mentioned Gloria had some guests who were farting last night. Why don’t you tell us about that?”

“Oh yes, I’d love to hear how she actually revealed her news to you,” agreed Mandy excitedly, nonchalantly cupping and rubbing one of her enormous breasts. Meanwhile first Becky then Gloria let loose with loud farts, and as Gloria was sitting right next to me I could smell that one immediately too. It was intoxicatingly good.

“Well,” I started, shifting uncomfortably. The pressure against my rectum was pretty huge now and as everyone else was farting anyway, I decided it was ok to push one out myself. My butt squeaked loudly as I did so, a strangely feminine sounding high pitched sound, at which the assembled family smiled with amusement. Peter seemed to answer with a low, rumbling, manly fart of his own. But instead of relieving the pressure in my bowel, my fart was replaced by something… more solid. And almost just as insistent.

“Tell the story, honey,” instructed Gloria.

“She had two men… in our bedroom,” I said. “Look, sorry, I need to use the toilet, I’ll be right back,” I say, moving to stand up.

“Oh no, you can’t get down from the table without Daddy’s permission, babe,” said Gloria. I froze in position, which wasn’t a great position to be in considering the circumstances: not quite standing, not quite sitting, but squatting slightly over my chair.

“But I need to…” I started, but Peter interrupted in his firm but steady voice.

“Stay where you are,” he commanded, his face looking stern but his eyes twinkling with amusement. I hadn’t noticed him getting up, but Mike suddenly appeared right next to me.

“Exactly where you are,” he instructed, his mouth close enough to my ear for me to feel his warm breath on it. It sent shivers down my spine. “Crouching, not standing, not sitting. Keep your hands on the table, just like that. And tell the story, Brad.”

My position was making it even harder not to shit myself so I started telling the story as fast as I could, hoping they would let me go to the toilet afterwards.

“These two men, they tied me to the chair and they farted in my face, then they… ah…” I had to pause and focus on fighting off the stomach cramp that was desperately trying to **** me to defaecate. The pause was long enough for Mike to interject.

“Whoa, slow down. What did these men look like? What were they wearing?”

“Just really tight latex pants that showed off their big bulges,” I answered.

“Did you like seeing their big bulges in the fronts of their pants? Seeing other men getting excited about your wife?” teased Mike. “Are you going to make a big bulge in the back of your pants for me?” he added, putting his hand against the centre of my butt and pushing through my jeans, prizing my cheeks apart.

“Oh fuck,” I said, finally losing control and shitting myself, moaning as I did so, still trying to resist, but the turd was insistent. I felt it go past the point of no return, then I felt the resistance as it touched cloth and pushed against Mike's hand.

“Ah, there it is. Now that you’ve already shat yourself, there’s no point resisting. You might as well push the rest out,” he said. But my body was ahead of him and sure enough I filled my pants.

I turned my face to look at him in astonishment, in disgust at what he’d made me do, in anger… but as I looked at his face those emotions instantly melted away and I felt something very different indeed. His predatory grin was still there, the same as it had always been, but instead of making me feel on edge, it made him look so... beautiful. Such a strong, masculine man, full of devious desires that I suddenly found myself longing to meet. His smile widened as he saw my expression change from what was meant to be a challenging look into an expression of blissful, submissive love. We stood there for a second, his hand still cupping the bulge of shit through the back of my jeans, our faces inches away from each other. I didn’t need to look down to know we both had bulges in the fronts of our trousers too because I could feel his pressing against mine. I was filled with an urgent desire, an urge so strong I could not resist. I flung my arms around him and closed the gap between us, kissing him on the lips. Our mouths parted and his tongue was exploring my mouth, him so firm and muscular. He squashed my bulge against my butt as we kissed and I moaned in pleasure as I felt the hot stool spreading around my arse cheeks. We broke the kiss and he reached behind him for my chair and put it back in its place, a huge grin on his face. I felt so confused and my expression must have shown it.

“Aw look at him,” cooed Becky, “he looks so lost and so sweet!”

I felt another urge to push and this time I followed Mike’s advice; squatting slightly I packed my pants with an even bigger load of shit.

“Fuck, that stinks so much,” commented Gloria from next to me, leaning over to inspect and sniff the back of my jeans. “Now be a good boy for my big brother and do what he tells you,” she added with a grin.

“Sit down on your chair,” commanded Michael, and I slowly lowered myself onto the seat, my fresh load of shit spreading out underneath me as I did so. It leaked out of the leg holes of my pants and I could feel it against the back of my thighs and riding up my back. “Good, now tell us about these men last night.”

“They… they pulled down their pants right in front of me and farted in my face,” I said.

“Oh you poor baby,” cooed Becky, appearing next to me. She pulled up her top, exposing her naked breasts and leaned towards me so they were in easy reach. “Here, suck on my tits like a helpless baby who shits himself should!” I eagerly latched onto one of her boobs and sucked eagerly. Becky first moaned with pleasure, then giggled as I sensed movement next to me. I heard the sound of something unzipping close by.

“Here,” said Peter’s voice, much closer to me than he was before, “if you’re going to suck on things, suck on this!” I turned to see what he meant and was greeted by the sight of him standing there with his pants and trousers down, his hard cock inches from my face.

“Mmmm, look at my daddy’s hard cock,” cooed Gloria from behind me, “doesn’t it look… delicious?” It was true, I wanted nothing more to suck on it, so I did exactly that, holding the base with one hand and instinctively circling my tongue around his cock head.

"Have we all had enough to eat?" asked Mandy.

"All except for Brad, who is now an insatiable cock slut," answered Michael.