Jamie's Big Daddy
Once again, Eid helped me write this, All characters are Mine, and there's underage characters.
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Jamie awoke slowly with a groan. He felt a little bloated and heavy, not quite remembering the reason why. The preteen otter shifted his weight a little, feeling a pressure in his depths, a soft warmth beneath him and stronger warmth around his chest and belly. He looked down and there were his Father's arms, crossed over his rounded belly, holding him safely. Guiding his eyes along the muscular limb, Jamie soon found himself looking up into his Father's eyes, as the larger otter's muzzle broke into a warm smile.
"Mmmm... Sleep well, Jamie?" The rumbling baritone sent warm vibrations through Jamie's body as strong paws started to caress over his belly and sides.
"Yes, Daddy..." The otter boy smiled softly, then winced. "Oogg..."
The adult otter chuckled, "Sounds like you need some relief. Why don't you head to the bathroom, and when you get back I'll fill in any blanks you still have about all this."
This sounded like a good plan to Jamie, who nodded to his Father. The bloated otter grunted and rolled out of his bunk, which made the bed creak considerably as his weight shifted. He caught sight of himself in the mirror as he made his way toward the door. His hips seemed a little wider than before, but that could have been the bulge in his gut, now distended low on his abdomen, still pushing his shirt up with its presence. Underneath however, it was obvious that his sac was ponderously full, hanging low with his heavy sheath resting atop it. He glanced toward where his kilt lay, but decided against it, heading down the hall to the boat's lavatory.
As his son stepped out, Jack sat up with a grunt, having taken a nap as well. The big otter stood out of the bunk bed, looking over the top of it, and surely enough there was Joey in his own bunk, wrapped in blankets. He padded out into the hall, then into the other bedroom, where his other three sons slept. As expected, there slept Jeff, Joel, and Jimmy. Jack smiled and returned to the first bedroom, taking up a seat on the floor next to the bed, idly rubbing his half-hard arousal as he awaited Jamie's return. He heard the industrial toilet flushing down the hall, and smiled; he had installed it years ago, as typical plumbing couldn't cope with the demands of a diet like his. A few moments later, Jamie re-entered the room, the bulge in his belly gone but his new layer of pudge left him softer and cuddlier all over. Jack patted his lap, inviting his son over.
The young otter nodded and walked over to his Father, sitting on one of the elder otter's muscular thighs. Jamie blushed as he brushed against the swollen member he now shared a lap with. He felt over the patriarch's paunch gently with one paw, exploring the comforting softness his brothers and he would often run to hug against. Then he slowly felt over his own belly, looking up at the adult otter. "You got this belly from eating people?"
Jack chuckled, "Not just people. A lot of fish went into making this gut too. But if I ate normally for, say, a month, I'd have a flat belly. You'd be able to see abs and everything." The adult rubbed over Jamie's belly affectionately as he spoke, "It only adds to your tummy if you put your meals there consistently."
"But my tummy will shrink if I don't feed it as much?" Jamie thought this all was a bit too good to be true. He could be as thin or as fat as he wanted within weeks, not years. "How does this all work...?"
A large paw petted over Jamie's back as his Father spoke, "Well, Jamie, before you were born... years before... I started to dabble with magic."
"Magic?" Jamie sat up. "You said there weren't any wizards around here, Dad." The little otter looked carefully at his Father.
"I wouldn't call myself a Wizard, Jamie. So I didn't." He winked to his son as he continued, "My official title with the locals is 'Magic consultant'. A lot goes on on this boat while you boys are at school. It's also when I feed my more unique diet, but now that you boys know about that, I guess I might as well come clean on the magic too." The big otter chuckled.
The younger otter nodded a bit, leaning against his Dad's gut, one paw idly rubbing it, "I see..." His face spoke the confusion in his mind.
"Well," Jack thought he'd continue from where he had sidetracked to elaborate, to alleviate some of that confusion, and did so: "Back then, my biggest fantasy was to be able to swallow someone whole and make them a part of me. I worked a lot of magic on my body, Jamie. It made me able to eat people my own size, or even bigger. But it made me hungrier. I craved my fellow furres. I managed to tame that side, through discipline. And when I had you, you got the full benefit of my magic, and the hungers..." The big otter rubbed his son's ears and hair softly. Jamie blushed, nodding, remembering his feelings about classmates. "And if I'm right, in a few years, all your brothers will be able to just gobble up a friend or two..." Jack licked his lips, looking a little distant as he thought about that.
"Daddy...?" Jamie piped up after a moment, catching the bigger otter's attention, "If I'm adding my brothers to my body, how are they coming back?"
Jack smiled wide, "Well, that's my crowning achievement. I crafted a spell that can fully remake, or as we call it 'reform', anyone who I've ever eaten. When I realized that you would have the same desires I did, I made a charm, to ensure anyone who gets eaten on this boat gets reformed. And to be safe, I made another charm that makes sure any of our family will get reformed, wherever they are eaten." He grinned at his foresight.
The younger otter pondered, "What if I eat a friend away from the boat?"
Jack laughed, "That's what I was thinking about yesterday, my boy. I made a whole new charm to make sure anyone you, or your brothers, gobble up gets a pass to reform." The big otter smiled warmly, "Not that I couldn't cast the spell manually on you when you got home if you told me about a 'lapse' in willpower..."
The little otter nodded, trying to process all that he was told. It all made sense to him, on one level, explaining what had been going on lately, but on the other paw he now had to think about his Dad being some powerful wizard and never knowing about it until now. He sighed, relaxing a little and resting his tired mind, leaning into his Father's soft belly, which rumbled a little. Jamie looked down at the belly, feeling it gently, "You didn't get your 'meal' today, did you?"
"Nope. I was too busy being a bed for my boys." The big otter said softly, rubbing over his son gently. "Any more questions about all this...?"
Jamie shook his head slowly, moving to nuzzle and rub his Dad's gut softly.
"Well I have a question for you, Jamie." Jack cooed softly, "Its getting close to bedtime and I feel like being your bed again. Do you want to know how it feels?" The big otter's belly rumbled, definitely empty, as he continued: "Do you want me to tuck you in behind that pudge you can't stop rubbing? Add you to it before you wake up tomorrow?"
The little otter blushed deeply, looking up at his Father, "You would...?"
"It's perfectly safe, Jamie." The big hungry otter rumbled in his chest as well as his gut now, "And I'm told I'm very comfortable, every time one of my meals reforms."
Feeling the rumble working through him and the soft belly pressing against him, his worries eroded away and Jamie looked up at the smiling muzz above him, "Please...? I want to know how it feels... how my brothers felt when I held them in me..."
"Alright, Jamie. Just relax and let me tuck you in..." Large paws eased Jamie's shirt off, exposing his soft form completely to his Father. Those same strong paws then grasped around the softer, maybe even wider hips, hefting Jamie up from the big otter's lap.
Jamie looked up as he was lifted, and received a soft kiss on the lips, then another on his forehead, before his Father's mouth opened up wide. His eyes stared into the wet opening, rivulets of saliva stringing between jaws, crossing the path to the open throat beyond and the darkness within. Jamie bit his lip a little as he watched that maw take up more and more of his range of vision, not realizing that his shaft was growing hard just from the anticipation.
After a few moments, Jack felt his son's head touch down on the back of his tongue, and used his paws to gently guide the smaller otter to his throat, feeling the streamlined head press into the soft flesh there. He swallowed tenderly, mouth already working around his son's shoulders, his lips pinning the young otter's arms to his sides. The big otter's nostrils remained closed as he swallowed again, drawing Jamie's chest inward, then his belly, whereupon he found something bumping against his chin. Jack perked but then smiled, sliding his broad tongue out and gathering up his son's hard arousal, drawing it into his mouth with the next gulp.
Jamie moaned, mostly muffled, as his member was molested. He ground his hips forward into his Father's tongue, panting softly as his location and the sensations surrounding him just made him feel better and better. He groaned, flexing his toes a bit and swishing his tail about, no longer able to reach anything to help propel him deeper.
Now the smaller otter's center of gravity was inside the bigger otter, so all Jack had to do was tilt his head back, but he didn't want to quite yet. He slid his tongue out and gently cupped the low hanging sac, drawing it into his mouth to join his son's shaft, suckling and tenderly slathering his drool over them with his tongue.
The tongue's motions made Jamie groan and grind more needfully, feeling that vaguely-familiar sense of release so close, the warm and powerful sensation behind his sac. Then, with a grunt, his body tensed up tightly, and his sac jerked against his Father's tongue. Soon thick otter cream flooded the area around his hips, feeling it flow back and around him fully.
Jack grunted, smiling around his son, then closed his nostrils again, almost forgetting his own rule for a moment, before he felt a trickle of seed escaping his lips. With his paws securely on his son's legs, he tilted his head back and gulped firmly, the sleek streamlined shape of his son gliding on down into his Father's body so easily. Within a few moments just the webbed toes and the tip of Jamie's tail were visible apart from the bulge in the big otter's neck.
The smaller otter felt himself falling into warm euphoria again, though this time his real world mirrored the feeling. His head pressed through a snug ring of flesh, and his face was greeted with soft walls that massaged at him before guiding his body inward to curl around comfortably. He knew that this was his Father's stomach, but it felt like the safest place he had ever been. Everything was warmth and comfort. He could feel the cool open air above his toes, before they too entered the warmth of the body. Then, with a final, rippling gulp around his legs, Jamie was gently folded up into the soft, fleshy chamber. He hugged his tail to his chest, nuzzling around softly, blushing as he felt paws stroking over his form and a rumbling all around him.
When his son was fully contained, Jack started to breathe again, rubbing his belly tenderly and stroking over the body within. "Mmmm... Sleep well, Jamie. You can come back any time you like." He smiled and got up slowly, his heavy gut swaying a little, but not so much as to disturb his son. He felt Jamie falling asleep, not moving anymore but still softly breathing, and let out a paw-muffled belch. Before turning away he took a peek at Joey in the top bunk. Well, he did still have room...
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