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Captive Audience 3 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha55

Dan moved slowly through the house, his feet sinking into the old shag carpeting... the same type of carpeting he had grown up with in the late 70's and early 80's. It was one of the only things that hadn't changed over the years. Cell phones, television, prices... Betamax gave way to VHS, then DVD's, then Blu-Ray, then streaming. It was enough to make Dan feel older than his thirty five years, especially when he was trying to keep up with a son as a single parent. Dan moved down the hallway, looking at the photographs hanging on the wood paneled walls. There were pictures of him and Drake growing up... A shaggy brown haired boy with green eyes and his father with short chestnut brown hair.

The good thing about being a single father was that he still had been able to bond with his son over the years... Baseball, roller blading, skate boarding, kayaking, hunting and fishing... They'd done so much together over the years, at least until recently. As most boys did Drake was starting to drift away. He stared more at his cell phone than he did his text books, he barely initiated a conversation unless it was to ask for money or to go out.... It was as if he was a ghost in his own house. The only time that Dan really got to hear his son's voice anymore was when he was online on something called Chat Roulette.

At first Dan had been hurt that his son would prefer to talk to strangers rather than him. Then he'd heard about people showing adult content and then had gotten very concerned, but then he'd heard about the games and displays people put on for the amusement of others... But at the end of the day, it was all second hand stories, nothing direct... and Dan wasn't the kind of person to judge something without trying it himself. He'd spent some time debating it, then he'd spent even more time in the store trying to pick out the right web camera before he came home. The last thing left was to gather enough resolve.

Dan moved back across the living room and into the office built as a separate room at the back of the garage. He stepped down and moved in, flicking on the light. The room was covered in the same wood paneling as the house and seemed almost like a den. Shelves were stacked with books and a laptop rested on the table, a web cam clamped to the top of the screen. Dan moved around the table and sat down in the chair, still feeling his anxiety creep up.

This was supposedly something for the young, for teens and college age kids... But he wasn't invading his son's privacy, he was just doing research. This was for his son, and at the very least it might give them something to talk about. Dan turned on his laptop and let it boot. Windows 7 could sure be fast... Dan still remembered buying windows 95 hours before his wife had gone to the hospital to deliver his son. Things always changed. With the computer booted up, Dan turned on Chat Roulette and loaded the page. The first few people that connected clicked off quick when they saw an adult was on the other end. The next video was of people dressed up as ninja turtles and Dan got to talking with them for a while about the classic episodes since that had been a product of his generation. There were a few more disconnects, a brief glimpse of someone wearing a fish mask, and then a dim room.

At first Dan thought something had gone wrong with the connection, but then he realized something was glowing on the other end. The light levels adjusted to reveal a large furry panda man with thick earrings and a cigar. The panda's fu Manchu hung very nicely from his muzzle. He puffed away on the cigar, eyeing the man down curiously, smirking as he saw the shock in Dan's face. It was always the same reaction.

"What are you?" Dan whispered.

"I'm a panda, what does it look like? You're a bit older than the usual fair." Hotaru said.

"So are you." Dan replied.

"Fair enough... What is it that you are looking for? You can tell me... tell me everything." Hotaru said. Dan shuddered softly, feeling his body weaken. His lips moved but no sound came out at first before it suddenly leaked from his lips.

"A way to connect with my son..." Dan whispered.

"What is your son like?" Hotaru asked, puffing on his cigar some more.

"Independent, technological, distant..." Dan whispered. Hotaru nodded, taking another puff of his cigar.

"So maybe changing your approach could be good. Instead of the doting father, maybe a father so provocative that he can't help but come to you. A big, strong, independent daddy... I can help you with that. Would you like that?" Hotaru asked. Dan nodded, his gaze locked, his entire body in a sort of trance.

"Yes, yes I would." He whispered.

"Good... What is your name?" Hotaru asked.

"Dan..." Dan responded. Deep down he knew something was wrong, that he had to stop or get away, but he couldn't move. He couldn't even speak except to answer questions.

"I am Hotaru... and consider me an expert on all things daddy." He smirked gently, "Now, first of all... It's important to be all things manly. What do you drive?" Hotaru asked.

"A prius..." Dan replied. Hotaru nearly spit.

"Eww, no... You got rid of that Prius right away, traded it in for an all wheel drive off road truck with big yellow fog lights... Covered in mud from tromping through the forest." Hotaru said. Out in the garage the Prius seemed to fade away, replaced with the huge truck. Hotaru chuckled, "That's the kind of truck a kid is going to be proud his daddy drives... Won't mind getting dropped off in that, it makes him look tough." Hotaru said.

"Tough is good?" Dan murmured. Hotaru grinned.

"Tough is very good... It's hard for teenagers to be proud of their parents, but if their parents make them look better with power or money or prestige... they'll stick close... Plus they liked relaxed fathers... That's why you let him sip from your extensive booze collection, so he has a defined taste when his friends offer it to him." Hotaru said. Behind Dan there was a shimmering as one entire bookshelf was replaced with a cabinet holding booze from all over the world. Hotaru purred to himself, reaching to grope himself as he made the changes.

"And... it made us closer?" Dan murmured, his mind more receptive to the new memories than most. He seemed to be soaking it in. Hotaru moaned, quite pleased with how things were going.

"Oh yes, but not nearly as close as when you bond with cigars. You thought it was important that he learn the right way to smoke, so at fifteen you pulled him aside and gave him his first cigar. You were so proud that he didn't cough, he was a natural pro... and every since you and he have enjoyed gars together late nights, puffing away. While your booze collection is fine, your cigar section is even better." Hotaru said. Behind Dan another one of the cabinets disappeared, replaced with an immense humidor. More pictures appeared in the room of Dan and Drake smoking cigars at fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. It seemed they were quite proud of their bonding time. The most recent picture of Drake showed him sporting a mustache that was beyond his years, certainly the best in his grade level.

More than anything, Dan clung to the new memories. Silent weekends had been replaced with late night discussions of flavors and brands. Drake had elected to stay in rather than hanging out with friends so he wouldn't miss their special time together. Dan moaned softly, though he was feeling the need for a good smoke already. He moved over to the humidor and opened it, withdrawing one of his favorite brands. He clipped the end and brought the cigar to his mouth before he lit it and inhaled. The smoke entered his mouth and hung there before he exhaled it. Hotaru took a puff of his own.

"Nice choice, good brand... But I bet you had an extra special trip when you went to Havana with Drake." Hotaru said. Another picture appeared, the two in Cuba, side by side with a hand rolled Cuban cigar.

"Time of my life, I'm telling you." Dan murmured companionably, almost as if he and Hotaru were close friends. Hotaru smirked to himself, nodding.

"And I imagine there was all sorts of other manly things you did together as well. Hunting and trapping, mountain climbing, seeing the race tracks, you even got him a fake ID for Las Vegas..." Hotaru said. More evidence of the changes appeared all around Dan, pictures of them in Vegas and Canada. Hotaru loved making up new lives that were so much more interesting than the old ones.

"So close... so good." Dan murmured, puffing away on his cigar.

"What do you do for a living, Dan?" Hotaru asked.

"Tax adjustor..." Dan replied. Hotaru rolled his eyes.

"No, I think you gave that up to pursue your true passion. You run your own tobacco den and bar, and Drake can't wait to work there." Hotaru said.

"It's only natural to want to follow in the family business, and he already has such a discerning palate for both cigars and booze." Dan replied.

"As well he should with all your teaching... And I'm sure it was for the best. He never needed to try cheap beer when he knew the good stuff; he never needed to try drugs when the best high came from true pride. He's a good boy, a man's man... Never getting into trouble and the friend of every man at his school; and they all look up to you too." Hotaru said.

"They do?" Hotaru asked in surprise. Dan nodded, puffing more on his cigar.

"Oh of course they do... All the camping trips you've taken them on, the hunting trips... You even got you and your son matching Harleys to ride." Hotaru said. Out in the garage two nice leather and chrome bikes appeared, side by side with nice helmets. "But with all that indulgence, you've become quite the man yourself... Just look at what a man you are." Hotaru whispered, his spell kicking into the next level.

At first Dan noticed nothing, but soon the hair on his arms was growing thicker. New hairs spurted out from his knuckles and the side of the back of his hand. His shirt grew tighter as his pectorals pushed out and new muscles formed across his belly. He developed a six pack, then eight. The muscles had been enhanced out of what was already there, though other changes were far more than building on an existing foundation. Dan's shirt grew drastically tighter as his ribs pushed apart and swelled larger, his shoulders throbbed as they stretched out wider. Thick calluses formed on Dan's fingertips and palm, showing that he was a working man.

While Dan had seemed quite young in general to behind with, his face soon tightened, his skin becoming tougher like it was weathered. His skin darkened, taking on a stronger tan. Dan's short cropped hair grew out longer, feathering into layers, taking on a slight sheen like he hadn't showered in a day or two. His cheeks darkened as stubble pushed out like a shadow across his face. He was a man that cared about action, not appearance. He brought the cigar to his lips once more and puffed away, exhaling, the smoke curling around him as he remembered it doing so so many times before. Dan grunted softly as his biceps and triceps grew even more before slowing.

"Well, who can blame them. In this day and age of meterosexuals and flamers, it takes guts to be a real man. Someone has to be a role model for those boys, someone has to teach them how to replace a tire or rig an engine to work... How to catch their own dinner." Dan grinned.

"Oh you're quite right... And it must take a real animal, someone content to live a solitary life except when it comes to family, a beast with a huge territory... almost like a badger." Hotaru said, kicking his spell up yet again. Dan lifted his hand to take another puff of his cigar, bringing the smoke in before exhaling it from his lips as they turned black. His fingernails darkened from white to black in seconds, hitting dozens of shades between. Dan closed his eyes, letting them linger for a moment before he opened them again, his eyes a deep and glassy black. The lack of white made him seem far more alien.

The stubble on his face started pushing out into a short cropped beard. His sideburns darkened from brown to jet black, but right in front of them the stubble was silver, then black again around his mouth. While only being thirty five, grey started setting in around Dan's temples around his ear, another streak moving up through his hair. What hadn't turned silver was darkening from brown to black across his entire body. His arm hair shifted from brown to black and grew out thicker and longer by the moment, obscuring the skin beneath. As the new hair coating spread across the back of his hands, his fingernails grew out longer and thicker, curving as they formed into claws.

Dan kept puffing away at his cigar, holding the smoke in before expelling it from his mouth. A sudden tearing sound came from his shirt as the fabric was stretched to the limit and began splitting down the back. His formerly smooth shoulders were peppered with darkening hair that spread out like wild fire, his shoulders immense and muscled. The last of the human skin on his arms disappeared beneath the dark fur coating. What had started as beard growth across his face left conventional patterns behind as it spread up his cheeks and across his brow, meeting up with his hairline. The fur swept down his nose as well, stopping just before the tip as it too changed.

Dan's nostrils lifted up to face forward as the flesh around them turned black and rubbery. Fur even sprouted from his ears as they grew larger and rounder, covered inside and out with black fuzz. Soon the ears migrated upwards, sticking out from much higher on his skull. Dan's jaw suddenly popped as his entire face started pushing forward. His black nose led the charge, his lips extending as well. His square jaw began honing into a v shaped point, leaving human structure behind as he took on a muzzle.

His teeth shifted and changed in his mouth, his tongue grew stronger and his sense of smell became much more acute... but through it all, Dan felt perfectly normal. It seemed plain right to have claws, to have a muzzle... He watched his shirt fall off and reveal a chest covered in fur, a stomach. Soon his shoes popped and frayed as they came apart to reveal large clawed feet. Dan filled out his entire office chair rather nicely. It was clear that he was a big bad badger dad... and life was pretty good. A light shifting came across Dan's body as some of his black fur grew lighter, taking on a gunmetal silver tone that contrasted with the white, making him look seasoned and mature... but with that last change, his new animal form was complete.

A shockwave of energy swept outward, weaving his new life back through time and perception. Dan's image in every picture changed to that of a badger man next to a human Drake. Despite being two different species, they seemed perfect together like any father and son would want to be... though some of the pictures had changed. The pictures of Drake in Dan's lap were still there, but now the teenager was cuddling his father's furry chest, getting closer than ever before. Dan grunted in delight at those thoughts, working away on his cigar.

Across the house, the front door clicked as Drake returned from school. His entire life had been rewritten in the last hour and he had no perception of the difference. His friends had become an entirely different sort of group. He'd disappeared from the school bus and appeared on a motorcycle riding home. He'd developed a thick brown mustache and a hankering for cigar smoke, and most of all his mind had shifted. No longer was he a quiet loner techno geek, he was a bad ass daddy's boy, a lover of the wilderness, of manly pursuits. He stepped into the house and licked his lips, dropping his backpack behind the couch before he kicked the door shut. Drake crossed the living room and moved out into the garage, seeing his dad right where he hoped to see him.

"Dad..." Drake murmured.

"Ah, my son is here." Dan told Hotaru before turning. Drake crossed the expanse before he climbed up onto Dan's lap, straddling him, leaning in. Dan and Drake's lips came together, the boy and the badger kissing deeply, their tongues tangling. Drake inhaled the scent of cigar smoke that clung to his father like an aphrodisiac before he shuddered, getting very hard at once. He started grinding against his dad eagerly, their groins flooding with blood. Dan reached up to run a paw through Drake's shaggy brown hair lovingly, "Ready for your afternoon gar?" Dan asked. Drake grinned and nodded.

"That'd be great dad." Drake said, climbing off and moving over to his chair. Dan clipped a cigar and poured two shots of scotch, handing one to his son. Drake took the cigar between his lips, his mustache contorting around the stogie before he lit it up and puffed away, the smoke entering his lips and hanging in his mouth. He held it for quite a long time before exhaling. He murmured in delight before taking the shot of scotch, sighing with relief. Dan chuckled.

"You make me proud every day son." Dan purred.

"Gee, thanks dad." Drake replied, grinning as he puffed away. Hotaru had gotten a new cigar for himself in the mean time, watching the whole interaction unfold. It was quite alluring to watch in general... In fact, it was so intoxicating that he was almost content to leave it as it was. Drake had made one of the sexiest humans Hotaru had ever seen, but as tempting as it was to leave it, he couldn't help but manipulate the situation, to bend reality and let his imagination fly.

"So Dan, how did you feel when you found out that Drake was 'so well known' by his classmates, at least... parts of him like his mouth and ass and cock." Hotaru chuckled. Drake shuddered as new memories filled his mind, memories of sexual encounters in bathrooms, beneath desks, at the lake, even orgies while camping...

"I was a bit dismayed at first, but then I thought back to my youth and really, the men of our family have always been insatiable. Boys will be boys after all... though when I confronted him about it, it did lead to a whole new level of our lives." Dan said, reaching down to unbutton his fly, unzipping it before a fat, plump badger cock emerged. Drake moaned in desire, taking another puff of his cigar before he leaned down, his eager lips sliding over Dan's cock as if it was the best stogie of his life. Drake was soon bobbing his head up and down, slurping and sucking away, his shaggy brown hair falling across his face.

"I can just see it now, where you'll be in three or four years... Closer than ever, older, wiser, hornier... as Drake blossoms into his sexual height... Servicing his bespectacled badger dad...." Hotaru whispered. A custom formed pair of glasses appeared on Dan's muzzle, situated over his nose for his glassy black eyes, his furry black and white beard like fur thicker... but Drake wasn't far behind. It seemed as if he was aging in fast motion. His shoulders broadened, his muscles thickened, his clothes grew tighter. His jaw became more square, his shaggy brown hair grew out down to his shoulders and his mustache spilled out over his upper lip, hiding it from view as brown stubble crossed his cheeks and chin, stretching out more and more.

The brown beard quickly became more voluminous as Drake seemed to grow it out for months, then years in a short period of time. Soon the bottom edge of his beard was below his collar bone, but still he sucked his father off as he had for years in his mind. There was even the glint of gold earrings in his ears, dangling about... and Hotaru noticed that Drake's fingernails were long and painted black, completely human... but it seemed that he had tried to be closer to his dad as much as possible even being human.

The magical influence on this family was stronger than Hotaru had ever seen, their reality was inventing itself even more than he was contributing. He didn't know if they were unusually receptive, or if his powers were getting stronger with each use. Whatever it was, Hotaru was turned on so much, but he didn't want to destroy what was there. Even now he could see the pictures, more filling the den... Pictures of Drake and his dad all through his life, even more than the recent ones... He would leave Drake wistfully lusting after his father, being the model human... until a certain point.

"I bet your twenty first birthday was something to remember, Drake... The day you became a badger like your dad." Hotaru whispered. Drake shuddered, lifting his head off of Dan, but when he lifted up his head, his eyes were solid black. His nose tip and lips turned black soon after, then his long beard. His face popped and began to stretch out into a muzzle and fur appeared in places the beard hadn't. Unlike his father, only the fur emerging on his upper cheeks and around his eyes turned white, leaving his entire beard a dark grayish black.

"I remember it so well... He fucked me out of my human life and into my badger life, like any good father would." Drake murmured, his voice getting deeper than ever. His ears swelled out, the insides becoming fuzzy white while the outsides remained black. The fur finished covering his head and started sweeping down his neck, a neck that bloated with muscle at once. His shaggy brown hair turned grayish black and smoothed out, loosing some of its waves, seeming sleeker. Drake moaned as his painted fingernails turned into real claws, looking wicked and vicious on his hands. His arm hair turned black and spread out thicker, but there was something he wanted far more than to just bask in the pleasure; he wanted to re-live the moment of losing his humanity.

Drake took a hold of his father's cock and gave it several strong jerks, stroking it up and down hard. Soon Dan was moaning and bucking. Drake reached down to unfasten his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His ass cheeks grew larger with muscle before they filled in with black fur. Even his pucker had turned black. He moved to straddle his father again, but this time brought his cheeks down. Dan growled in pleasure as he felt his hot rod spear into his son's ass, spearing deeper, feeling the muscles quiver around him as they were engulfed.

Neither man remembered that hours earlier they would never have done this, that hours earlier they both had been years younger... Now all they knew was the life that Hotaru had made for them... that they were lovers, closer than any other father and son had been. Dan fucked into his son's ass and watched him changing, just as he had on his twenty first birthday... Drake's face pushed out into an animal muzzle, looking completely badger like other than the massive human beard hugging his face. Drake's shirt soon split as well as his pecs and abs and arms bloated with more and more muscle. Drake was a power house of strength, his biceps and triceps as big around as his waist had been before.

Drake's cock inflated as well, turning black as it stretched to a foot in length and then surged past that. It was thicker around than a beer can, and that was a sight Dan couldn't just leave unattended. One of Dan's paws dug into Drake's hip to guide him up and down on his shaft, but the other curled around the young badger's cock, squeezing it and stroking it. Drake grunted in pleasure at the attention and buried his face into his father's chest, seeking out his nipples to lick and slurp, grunting in pleasure.

The changes continued sweeping over Drake as his chest sprouted with grayish black fur, then his stomach. His back flesh disappeared beneath it and the hair on his arms got so thick that flesh disappeared too. Soon his entire body, waist up, was badger. Even his hands shifted a bit, resembling paws more than ever before. The legs hugging Dan's waist grew thick and strong and hairy, the brown hair turning black before more and more filled in. Even Drake's shoes burst, revealing a set of badger paws just as big as his father's. Dan moaned, bucking on his father.

Hotaru jerked off quickly, watching the incestuous display before him, finding it incredibly sexy. Soon the panda man was thrusting deep into the air, his grapefruit sized balls swaying. He grunted and moaned, thinking of when he had been changed by the red panda with the fine cigar... and how he knew that he was making the world a better place. Perhaps the badger family would remember him just as fondly some day, if they ever remembered that they had once had normal human lives.

With each thrust, Dan had to use more force to buck his son up. Drake had gone from a hundred and twenty five pounds to over three hundred in a few short minutes, but his black and white fur barely hid the fact that he was a muscle powerhouse. As heavy as he was, gravity assisted a great deal in pulling Drake down around his father's cock... but Drake was now tall enough that he could touch his feet to the ground even while sitting. Soon he assisted in rising up before coming down, the two badgers locked in their incredibly intimate embrace.

The lewd sounds of balls slapping and bodies collided was audible even over the internet, but it was so much more delicious in person. Slowly Drake lifted his muzzled face up, glassy eyes looking into those of his father's, as if expressing undying and unceasing love without speaking a word... and Dan felt the exact same way. The two leaned together, Drake tilting his head, their muzzles interlocking. As their lips came together, their tongues wrestled, brushing against sharp teeth.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the last fragment of humanity Dan had was the desire to be close to his son... and he was, closer than ever before, intimate and unyielding. His wish granted, Dan's body shook as his balls seized up, his cock spasmed and soon thick ropes of cum sprayed into Drake's ass. The boy's hole quivered, milking the cock for every drop before Drake moaned into the kiss, the younger badger soon cumming as well. Dan purred as he felt the hot sticky flood spread across his chest and stomach, the cum soaking into his fur. He could even feel the gushing, pulsing sensation of his son's cock. They were just so manly...

And with both orgasms finishing, both badgers lifted their cigars and took long draws, the embers glowing red before they exhaled... as if it was completely ordinary, as if that was what they did every afternoon... and now, it was what they did. Their lives had changed, their lives had been fundamentally altered. Hotaru grinned, knowing that, in his perverse way, that he had made a family stronger. It just so happened that it had also been an excellent transformation to masturbate to. Hotaru disconnected chat roulette to give them privacy and saved the file to his folder, knowing that he would likely come back to enjoy that one again sometime... at least when he didn't have anyone to capture and change in real life.