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Mikey’s New Mood (End 1)

◇ Weightgain ◇ Musk ◇ Slob ◇ Bodyworship ◇

◇Incest ◇ M/M ◇ Enslavement ◇ Mindwarp ◇
◇ALTERNATE ENDING◇ Pigplay ◇ Humiliation◇
“I know how to warm you up. Get under my fat sweaty ass, you dirty
rat!” Mikey orders lewdly while getting up from his seat. Splinter gulps
before sitting on the spot, nervously waiting for Mikey to sit back down
on his lap as if Splinter was just part of the cushioning. Mikey decides
to oblige the rat before correcting him. His ass and back pin him tight
against the couch with a muffled moan. The only hint that Splinter was
with Mikey is the tail end between the slob's legs. Leo didn’t even
notice that when he came over to check the city news. “Wasn’t
Splinter just with you?” Mikey smirks and shrugs. “I know exactly
where he is, no worries. Sent him out to get more food. I wanna see
how much weight I can make him handle…” he half-lied. Leo walked
away without suspicion.

Mikey shifted in his special seat a few moments later, hearing

more moaning from behind him. “You make a good seat, Slave. But I
actually wanted you in a different position. Can you even hear me?
Your ears fell pined pretty flat.” Splinter couldn’t make out a single
word as he could only feel damp and trapped. He gasped at frest air
when Mikey moved to stand. Mikey directed him to get in the desired
pose on the couch. He was laying on his back, legs up on the back of
the couch. He was basically sitting upside down, which he never did
before as he watches Mikey directed the rat around and sit down on
top of him. His upper body and crotch now trapped under Mikey’s fat
smelly ass while his muzzle was stuck against the turtles musky crotch
under the gut.

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 With his arms at his sides, splinter couldn’t squirm but could hear
just a little better as the scents start drowning his mind in lust again.
He nuzzles with lewd moans before licking slowly, willing the rest of his
trapped body to relax. Mikey moans and gets gard against his fathers
furry face. The TV was on some sitcom about a gold medal athlete
letting himself go. It wasn’t too funny to Mikey, untill an idea mage
him laugh. “You like how smelly and gross my blubbery body 8s, don’t
ya?” Splinter struggles to say he does but is too cramped and muffled
where his mouth is. “Sewer rats are supposed to be just as gross, arnt
they?” Mikey muses the gives another fart before getting off of
Splinter.

The ratman squirms on the cushion and opens his eyes to see
Mikey stuff a pizza in his drooling muzzle. “Eat it all up, rat, and ill let
you have turtle cum as desert.” Splinter still horny from being a
fartcushion, nods and starts munching quickly. “Cmon, you can stuff it
away faster, just stop being fancy about it. Eat up like the gross perv
you are.” Mikey encourages with a grin popping open a bottle of
Crocerade. Mikey had to pull Splinter upright and bat his back untipp
a belch escapes him as he struggled with his first whole pizza. “That
tasted… sugary and cheezy… Thank you Master….” Splinter admitted.
It was as if the junkfood appealed to some animalistic part of the
human-minded rodent

“Just thought a rat like you could stonach this kinda stuff
easily. Glad you like it, cuz you’ll be getting us more from now on.”
Mikey played it off and poked Splinters full belly. “Much more?”
Splinter wondered, making Mikey nod eagerly. “Im goona pack on
some more pounds to plow you with, don’t you want that?” winking
and pulling Splinters head against his gut in time to hear it growl
loudly. “More of your weight against me…please, Master.. “ Splinter
daydreams, kissing the gut and looking up.

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 “Your so thin so im wonder if you can even handle all that raw
unwashed turtle power… if only your body was biggger like a proper
sewer rat…” he teases as Splinter gets the gist. “You want to fatten up
like a pig, Mikey?” the martial artist sounds a little offended, foregoing
Mikey’s title in surprise. “Pig? That could work too…” Mikey considers,
looking a bit disappointed he wasnt called Master again. “It makes
sense doesn’t it? How much you looooove big stinking fat males
porking out and throwing out dignity while being more confident then
you are.” spl8nter stared entraced and aroused, unable to deny.

“Horny beast like you should have a chance to be like that

yourself. Get more ass for me to plow! Pin yourself down, and stink
up your own room. A bit of grease in your fur will help you be more
like your ‘perfect' Master.” Mikey seduces as he slides some more
cheezy pizza between his fit and clean fathers lips. This does start
appealing to the lustful slob-loving mammal. Starting no consider
changing his diet to the tasty cheezy meal.

“Master…I’ll get you any food you wish.. I’ll try it if you insist… I
am less then the dignified warrior I once was… perhaps I should..”
Splinter mutters after he finishes another slice. “Give up on it, dad. Ill
still be your Master no matter how you change, after all.” Mikey
reassures while making Splinter chug some canned beer. Splinter spills
some on himself and belches loudly, hand on his gut.

“To get as big and smelly as you, I’ll have to stop fitness
routine…” Splinter muses, uncertainly. Mikey knocks gently on the side
of Splinters head as if checking is someone’s home “Duh, of course
you will. You’ll be too busy serving me for that anyways. Wouldn’t you

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rather enjoy time with me then anything else, my furry fucktoy
father?” Mikey teases, while reaching down to jack the man off.

Splinter moans and squirms, noticing the TV is now in a cartoon

of a fat gassy anthro pigman. He looks over to Mikey and makes his
decision. “You’ve made a mess of my pride. Please do the same with
my body, Master Mikey.” Mikey grins and squeezes more. “No more
fancy talk, just tell me what ya want.” He demands, holding his fathers
balls hostage. “I want to be a fat smelly blob just like you, Master!”
Splinter admits loudly, startling his other sons.

Mikey resumes masturbating Splinter while whispering a list of

junkfood and drinks for the sewer rat to get from the city streets.
“Promise you’ll do what I say in order to become a lazy gross fatass
cumdump?” Mikey asks, on verge of laughing again. Squirming from
being jerked off, Splinter pants and nods “Whatever it takes, Master…
I swear.” The martial artist agrees to, falling further into his shamefull
lusts. Mikey aims Splinters duck right at another slice as the rodent
cums. Mikey almost makes it inside Splinters muzzle before he himself
cums, spraying his load all over the furry toned chest.

“Don’t bother washing that off, future-fatass, Just get out there
already, im starving!” Mikey orders while offering the cum- covered
slice. Splinter isnt sure he can swallow another bite but accepts the off
as he goes on his way. He comes back 2 hours later with several bags
full of assorted fastfood takeout and beers He wasn’t able to keep his
huge meal down this time, some cheeze and droll dripping around his
mouth. His chest fur had a few mats from the dried cum. He nearly
dropped the bags on the dinning table as he burped again “E-excuse
me” he says embarrassed.

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 “Excuse you? From what?” Mikey asks chuckling “For being a pig
doing stuff for his Master? You don’t need to use that bit of manners
anymore.” Mikey insists with another poke at Splinters abs.
“Understood, My Master.” He nods as he sets out the meal, serving
himself and Mikey the excess. “Sensei, are you gonna eat all that?”
Donnie asked, the lankiest of the familiy “He's sure gonna try.” Mikey
informed while munching of poutine.

His first slob-centric meal didn’t go well. Splinter habitually

used table manners that Master openly teased and complained about.
Splinter wonders if this is how Mikey felt while the rat was forcing the
turtle to use etiquette. “Im sorry, Master Mikey. Foolish of me to act
like my way is better.” Splinter admitted, recognizing that despite his
best efforts, Mikey had easily discarded table manners and now
Splinter was grateful for the results of the resulting slob.

What Splinter was able to add to his already stuffed but was
eaten slowly and mostly was beer he was soon dizzy, unable to sut
still and fumbling with chopsticks constantly. “Woah, you are way too
drunk and clumsy for those. Besides its all fingerfood, fool.” Mikey
teases, taking the chopsticks and snapping them easily. Splinter
doesn’t complain in his stupor. He lays back and burps, feeling tired
and dizzy as hell. Mikey sighed and got up “It’s a start. And a funny
first try.“ giggling as he grabs one of Splinter’s hands.

“Ill take care of ya, so don’t worry about the hangovers.” Mikey
affirms as he literally drags Sinter out of the room and into his
bedroom. Splinter feels relieved that his son will help and support him
though his ordeal, smiling drunkenly as he is laid on the bed. “Guess I

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can find out your favorite just tomorrow. You are shitfaced drunk, so
you cant even tell me if you tried.” Splinter tries to drawl out a ‘Thank
you Master' but just burps instead, making Mikey laugh. “Thatll do,
pig.” Mikey teases with a line from an old movie while dropping his
underwear. He spreads Splinters kegs out and positions himself. The
rats tail, remembering what this position means, starts wagging
eagerly. “Thatll do.”

Splinter chuckles and moans loudly as Mikey plows him. The

drunkenness loosens his mind up and finds more pleasure then usuall
at least until the rat passes out from his trying day. Mikey decides to
finish on his fathers sleeping mouth instead of inside of his ass this
time. Mikey sleeps lightly in case splinter stirs during the night,
despite all he’s putting the rat through, Mikey still cares for his father.
Even if he’s a irredeemable perverted mess.

Splinter tastes something salty while his head reels with a

powerful headache. He swallows whatever it is and groans exhausted.
This groaning wakes Mikey “Morning, drunkard.” He teases before
helping Splinter into a seated up position. “Where?....” Splinter asks in
his confusion. “With me, Master Mikey. Youre gonna be fine.” Mikey’s
words relive some visible tension as Splinter sighs. “Last night… never
drank so much..” Vauge memories in the mental haze.

“Yeah you were a little embarrassing to watch. But you were

trying to be a mess, so you did it.” Mikey jokes being attentive and
gentle towards the reeling rodent. Splinter looks to Mikey then and
questions a bit more. “My mouth.. was that?” Mikey grins and nods
“Thought you should have a silver lining to your hangover. Your
welcome. You feel like throwing up?” still somewhat concerned while
deferring to humor. Splinter smiles fir half a second at waking up with

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his mates seed in his mouth then feels a wave of vertigo. “Vomit. Yes.”
He says quickly trying to keep it down. Luckily Mikey was ready with a
bucket and soothing tea. Caressing and being caressed my his heavy
blob of a Master definitely helped him settle down. “Thank you, my
son. And Master.” Splinter sincerely mused, making Mikey blush a bit
“Anytime, dad. You hot mess.”

Once he was back on his feet, though still a bit unbalanced,

Splinter noticed that he didn’t have any clothes left aside from a
jockstrap that smelled like an unfamiliar human. Splinter blushed but
didn’t really mind as he slipped it on. He farted a bit as he bent down
to do so, Mikey laughed and calling it weaksause in comparison to his.
Splinter openly agreed “Yours are as potent and shameless as the rest
of you, Master. Id be lucky to come close.”

The 3 were by the bedroom worried about their father until

they heard the rats voice speak clearly to his ‘Master’. Somewhat
relieved, Leo knocked on the frame “Sensei, are you feeling well?”
Splinter smiled and replied. “I am much better, thanks to Master
Mikey’s care. Thanks for your concern, my son.” He then stepped
forward and opened the door, blushing and licking his lips a bit

“Where did you – ow.” Raph’s question was interrupted by Donnie

deliberately stepping on his foot. Mikey came up behind Splinter to
nudge his forward with his smooth gut. “This drunk is still a little out of
it, so hell be chilling out with me all day long. Aint that right?” Splinter
nods, happy to spend more time with his favorite son. Mikey grabs
Splinters wrist and walks him over to the couch, pushing him onto a
seat.

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 That’s how they began spending most of their days. Mikey and
gradually Splinter himself having 1 of the others bring them snacks
with varying degrees of politeness. Leo gace Splinter a disgusted glave
as he had said “Leo! Get your dirty slut of a daddy a few more beers.
Mikey wants me wasted again" Splinter just cuddled and sucked off
Mikey while watching and learning some gaming skills. Mikey never
taught him any advanced tactics, keeping Splinter at a lower skill
level. “Sorry dudes. Im not sure what to do about that enemy.” He had
said in online mode “My dad is such a noob, hes stopped trying to
won! I think he even likes losing nowadays.” Splinters headset fills
with laughter that drowns out Splinters own little chuckles. “Hey,
Dumbass, is it true you suck Mikey-Man's dick irl?” the stranger says
using profile names “Y-yes…” he admits “Faggot sucks cock better then
hell ever play!” Mikey confirms. “So lame, I bet hell suck our dicks if
we ever meet up irl.”

The online humiliations were 1 reason Splinter stayed llhard

and leaking more often then not. He was made to eat all his meals
either by had, or licking it off of Mikey’s body, in which case Mikey
whould take a large mouthful of beer and force Splinter to take it by
kissing aggressively. This new diet and lack of exercise (save intense
fucking sessions started showing results, his abbs dissolved into a
beergut, the stress on hus rear from the force made it bulk up and
bulge, while his legs were the most muscular part of him.

As he was thought how to build up his Burps and farts,

Splinter was made to fetch plenty of junk for both of them. This
continued till the day he discovered he physically couldn’t go topside
anymore. Mikey had sent Splinter on his way out with a list stuck to
the rodents fur with a dab of precum.

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 But when he tried to pull himself up out of the manhole,
Splinter, the once noble tidy athletic expert, got himself stuck. His
portbelly was too wide to slip up and out, and his unmaintained upper
body strength wasn’t enough to dislodge him. He spent a few minute
struggling and kicking in vain while his face burned with
embarrassment. Hed be a laughing stock if anyone from the footclan
or krang saw him now. While his mutant appearance whould typically
scare away humans, he imaged they’d find his helplessness more
conical then anything else.

For what felt like an hour, he whimpered, eventually giving

up and letting his stuck lower half dangle as he looked around in case
of nightly pedestrians. He was by a junk food shop with a pig chef as
its mascot. Donnie however noticed that splinters tracking device gad
stopped moving. He told the others, who decided Mikey should cone
with them to check on their father. They quickly found him, Splintee
hearing Mikey howl with laughter from below him. “M-Master, im sorry
about this, I didn’t think I would..” a click of a camera from below.

“Way to pork up, dumb dad!” Sounding like a compliment as

a cold-blooded hand pats his bloated rear, making Splinter blush.
“Guess like you’ll be stuck there till a human agrees to push your
fatass down.” Mikey teases, keeping an ear out for Splinters reaction
of a defeated moan “Mikey, don’t even joke about that! This is your
fault for making him that fat!” Raph declared angrily.

“True, he just cant say no to me. Don’t worry, I think I know

how to get the sewer rat beck to his nest.” Raph roils his eyes at
Mikey’s permanent new ego. “Shut and do it then, before i get you
stuck somewhere.” Mikey had brought his special nunchucks. The pair
he had shaped onto dildos. “Mikey what have you done?!” Donnies

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shock worries Splinter until he feels a familiar shape prods at his hole.
His rodent dick tents and leaks while he stifles a moan. Miley is
amused by the twitching tail and curling toes while he stick it in and
out a few tikes “How the fuck is that supposed to help!?” Raph
rhetorically shouts, red in the face. “Just warming him up.” Mikey
smiles with false innocence.

“…For what? Leo asks in preemptive regret. Mikey unscrews the

nunchucks leaving a whole at the bottom of the one stuck in his dad
fat rear. “Donnie, bro, can we borrow your staff?” Mikey asks causally
Donnie pales as he sees where this is going. “You mean.. youre going
to push him up and out.” A thumps up from Mikey confirms it while
Splinter blushes and tries to prepare himself.

“Screw that! I’m going to pull him back down" Raph says, reaching
up for Splinters ankles. The rat pulls his legs away as soon as he feels
the slightest contact. “Raphael, stop! If you do that, I’ll fall!” Splinter
warns. Leo stops Raph from trying again “I can believe im saying this,
but Mikey has the right idea. You might sprain Splinter if you pull like
that, not to mention being under him for a landing.” Raph cringed at
the mental image and stepped aside.

A few minutes later, Splinter was being pushed up from his

prostate as Raph's strength pushed him up via the dildo-pole. The
bloated rat was leaking pre and moaning as quietly as he can. Mikey
was ‘supervising' by recording the scene on his phone. Eventually,
Splinter felt his gut slip around the manhole. “Working… don’t… stop!”
he encouraged. Leo lent a hand, wanting this to be done with. With 1
hard thrust, they got their father loose and up onto the alleyway
however the force on his rear was too mush and Splinter orgamed as
he crawled onto the dirty city pavement. Splinter rolls over onto his

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back after his loud moan to catch his breath. “Now what?” Leo asks
trying not to react to the cum or the noise, although the 3 of them
were clearly flustered. Mikey shouts up to their Father. “Arnt you
gonna thank us for the lift, fat rat? You know that tunnel I sometimes
use to skateboard back home? Bring the food in though there!”
Splinter groans and rolls up onto his feet. “Yes, Master than you all. Itll
not happen again" Splinter promises.

An hour later, Splinter enters the tunnel with the bag on his arms
and his tail. He cant stop thinking of his humiliating ordeal with the
manhole. As he waddles through the sewer towards the hideout, he
decides he shouldn’t try to go topside ever again. Mikey agrees,
though he tells Splinter to roll around in the sludge for being ‘such a
dumb pig'. After they ate, Mikey plowed Splinter private while having
him repeat a certain phrase. “Im a slimy fat sewer rat. I live in a
smelly pit that I cant get out of. All I want is food sex and video
games.”

That was the day Splinter officially broke. He never got close
to any of the exits to thier lair, only goins so far as to ‘bathe’ in a pool
with Mikey, and even then they treated it more like a hot tub, farti g
bubbles at another and laughing about it. Splinter belched as he
informed the others “Master Mikey has forbidden me from ever leaving
the lair.” He said happily “Im gonna be too fat to leave even if I
wanted to.” Mikey pinches 1 of Splinter chubby cheeks. “So you 3 will
be doing all the chores while I chill and get fucked by Mikey for the
rest of my life.”

Splinter didn’t wait for an answer as Mikey tugged on his tail.

“Cmon, SewerRat69, games about to start!” the ratman waddles over
to the couch belching as he puts on the headset. “Yeah im his dad irl.
So what if its adoptive? Yes I do let him fuck my fat ass.” He casually

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tells anonymous strangers as they gang up on him in the fighting
game. Not only do the 2 slobs gain more weight, they thankinmand
Leo & Raph to bring food right to their stained lips, belching at them
more often then thanking them. Theres only 1 thing left till Mikey is
fully satisfied with Splinter’s depraved transformation.

“Don’t just stand there, dumbass!” the voice comes from the
headphone “SewerRat AFK, use him like a training dummy.” A
teenager informs their rival team. “He’s not AFK, still right here.
Sucking off my fat sweaty cock.” Mikey informs both teams.
“Seriously? That dad of yours really is a fucking pig" an enemy mocks
as he uses a joke character to grapple Splinters cool-looking character.
Mikey smirks. “He sure is. Mikey-Master Afk.* he quits the game and
pulls Splinter aside to their gross ‘hot tub’ Splinter smiles, removing
his underwear made of his last overcoat. “Might as well keep it off.”
Mikey comands letting Sinter in first but not following him on. “Master?
Not smelly enough?” Splinter wonders.

“It is. I just want to see you wiggle you fat furry gut in the
water and snif your own fart bubles.” Splinter blushes and winks.
“With pleasure, my Master.” Splinter starts doing just that. Chuckling
felling the murky water move around his blubber as he splashes
around with it. He dips his snout into the middle of a bunch of bubbles
before they all pop and sighs lustfully. “Yours are still stronger.”
Splinter says with absolute certainty. “Shove that naked tail into your
hungry hole, my furry fatass.” Mikey smirks watching Splinter reach
around with some difficulty. “Ahhhh…” he sighs as it slides in.

Within a few months, The 2 slobs were the same size and
shape they took up the entire couch and spkintrr was so round, he
couldnt crawl on all fours anymore, his stained belly was to large for
his arns and legs to move around enough. Mikey still fucks him

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wherever while splinter sucks off a dildo. Both enjoy teasinf and flirting
with the others, particularly the only 2 athletic ones. Splinter Farting
or Leo as Mikey used to do to the rat. Raph started to get a boner
from the treatment first, Master Mikey focusing on hin untill Rach was
Mikey’s new buff slave licking him clean-ish. Splinter had to beg His
Master for permission to play with Leo, who is currently eating the
rats bloated ass.

He goes by his gamer handle around the house as he

belches and pigs out, just as shamelessly as his Master does.
“SewerRat….please fuck your buff bitch…” Leo pleads while Raph
moans with Mikey pinning him down with his gut plowing him. The
pervert grins and belly bumps his finest student onto the floor of the
former dojo. “You’re both such fine sluts for us fat slobs.” Splinter
muses as he shoves his fat smelly rat dick into his son.

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