Summer at Uncle Clyde's (Part 2)

A week later Mike moped into his first summer basketball practice to see CleAnthony waiting for him. “How’s the new crib man?” CleAnthony laughed at Mike, who wanted none of it. “It’s shitty, the old man doesn’t do anything but complain. I’ve been cooking dinner and cleaning up after him this entire week. It’s about to fucking stop though.” Mike said taking a 3. CleAnthony actually felt bad, Mike’s entire summer was gone, Clyde lived about 45 minutes away so Mike could hardly hangout in his free time. “Sorry man. Hopefully he perks up the more you help him.” CleAnthony said trying to stay positive. Mike shook his head, “You don’t understand dude, the old man is crazy, I hear him blabbering to himself how he’s going to make me better. Fucking weirdo. How can he do that if he can’t get out of a fucking chair?” Mike laughed as he missed another shot. 

        More weeks passed, and Mike found his biggest concern was keeping the house tidy for Clyde. He didn’t like when Clyde was mad at him, so he did everything he could to please him. Clyde for example requested that Mike dress nicer around the house, Mike thought it was odd but agreed. Day by day Mike found his fashion sense getting stronger and stronger. It was easy when Clyde let him use his credit card. He actually started to like living with Clyde, he didn’t have too many responsibilities and he bought him whatever he wanted. 

        “Why are you talking about your uncle like that man?” CleAnthony gave Mike a dirty look.They were playing video games in CleAnthony’s basement, although Mike didn’t seem too interested, he wouldn’t stop blabbering on about how suddenly awesome his uncle was. CleAnthony was concerned, Mike had been acting crazy since he had moved in with his uncle, something was off. “I… I don’t know… he’s just my… family.” Mike struggled to get the words out, as if he was fighting them. Not only was Mike acting weird, but he looked weird too. The normal looking 17 year old kid was definitely shorter, not only that but it looked like he had finally put on some extra weight only it wasn’t in in his arms, but his chest and hips looked ballooned. He was wearing a white v neck and skinny jeans, something CleAnthony had never seen him wear before. “You have been acting weird since you moved in with him man. Everything okay?” Mike gave him a dirty look. “Stay out of my business CleAnthony… what I do with Clyde is none of your business okay?” Mike flipped his hair and stormed out of CleAnthony’s house. CleAnthony was confused, Mike was usually a pretty laid back guy. He had never snapped on him like that before. 

       That was the last time CleAnthony saw Mike resembling his old appearance. The next day Mike informed CleAnthony he was sick and wouldn’t be at basketball practice for a while. Everyday CleAnthony wondered what was going on with Mike. Something was definitely wrong, CleAnthony tried almost everyday to text him, Mike would either not respond or respond very vaguely. It was like Mike had no interest in anything he used to anymore. He thought he should visit him at Clyde’s house to see what’s up.

        It had been a while since Mike stormed out of CleAnthony’s house. That was the last time he’d hung out with someone his age in quite a while. He never officially ended it with Carly but he assumed it was over, they never talked anymore. He vented to Clyde about it, who made him feel much better. There was something about the basement that made Mike feel so much calmer, especially around Clyde. He couldn’t believe how much he despised the old man when he moved in, behind all the alcohol and racism, Mike was finding he was super down to earth. 

       It was a late Friday night and Mike and Clyde were watching a movie, it was some action movie Clyde had picked out, Mike was usually a fan of action but could barely understand what was going on. The two were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, but as the movie started they found themselves moving closer to one another. Soon Mike found himself sitting in Clyde’s arms, which should’ve felt weird but it didn’t. Mike snuggled closer to Clyde, Clyde moved his hair out of his face as the pair made eye contact. As Mike moved his face closer to Clyde, their lips touched, and the realization set in. He hated his racist uncle, and somehow he was falling in love with him. His eyes widened and pulled away from Clyde. “Umm be right back.” Mike girlishly ran to the bathroom. He turned on the light, what he saw in the reflection stunned him. When did he get hair this long? When did it get blonde? Why did his face look so… old. He was wearing leggings for god sakes, why was he acting so weird? Something was happening to him, and it had to be because of Clyde. Mike ran back to the living room. 

         “Why are you doing this to me!?” Mike screamed as more realization set in. How could have he not noticed the changes in his body until right now? Was his uncle… doing something to him? He quickly glanced at the old redneck then at the shotgun across the room. Mike girlishly dived towards the gun, but Clyde was 2 steps ahead of him. “Please Uncle Clyde I’m sorry. I’ll be good from now on. Clyde picked up the now much smaller frame of Mike and started dragging him to the basement, “You had yer chance boy. Now yer gunna get it.” He laughed menacingly as high pitched screams from Mike echoed throughout the empty suburban house. 

         Marilyn laid her head on Clyde’s sweaty chest. It was a Saturday night, and her husband didn’t want to go to the bar so she happily curled up next to the shirtless old man while they watched some college football game Marilyn barely understood. “Aw hell yer take that mutherfucker!” Clyde laughed and took a slam of his beer as a player got seriously injured on the screen. “Another babe,” he said holding up his empty glass, “Of course sweetheart.” Marilyn purred to her old man and gave him a quick kiss before scurrying off to the kitchen. Clyde watched as his her ass bounced in the skintight denim minidress she was wearing. He chuckled to himself and admired the work he had done. 

Marilyn poured herself a glass of wine and snagged a beer for Clyde. Before walking back into the room she undid the top 2 buttons on her dress, she knew how much Clyde liked it. Clyde whistled loudly and catcalled her as she strutted back into the room. Marilyn giggled and laid back down into her husband’s arms, spooning with him on the couch. She sat mindlessly trying to comprehend football and sipping wine while her husband went crazy at the screen. Marilyn found her husband’s anger sexy, she pressed her body back, making the spoon tighter. “After this game babe.” Clyde said to her, taking another sip of beer. Marilyn didn’t want to wait though, she wanted Clyde to do her since the game had started. She adjusted her position so she could reach back, she slowly slid her hand up his blue jeans, arriving between his legs. Marilyn moved her pink nails around as the game continued, periodically squeezing. She giggled as she heard her old man start to moan, he was about to break any second, she knew he couldn’t resist her for much longer. She felt his pants get harder and harder as she continuously rubbed, “You are sure something young lady!” He sighed as he started to strip his clothes off. Marilyn giggled hysterically, she was so in love with this man. The naked old man would’ve horrified Mike, but Marilyn was insanely turned on, Clyde gracefully positioned himself on top of Marilyn. He slowly undid the buttons on her dress, revealing a pair of two perfectly round breasts. Clyde kissed them passionately moving up to her neck. 

        As their sweaty faces met Clyde slipped inside Marilyn, who moaned in delight. Clyde might’ve been old, but he pounded Marilyn hard like he was young again. Marilyn had never felt such pleasure, but suddenly something in her head snapped and went fuzzy, she could still feel Clyde as her head spun into more fuzziness, and suddenly Marilyn was gone, and Mike was back. Mike’s vision focused, to see the saggy old body of Clyde laying on top of him, his mind screamed in horror, but he still had no control of his body. Mike felt a satisfying sensation as he watched a Clyde bounce back and forth on top of him. Horrifyingly he realized his uncle was fucking him, and he couldn’t do anything but take it . He couldn’t believe how sick and twisted this old man was. Mike had not only been turned into middle aged blonde trophy wife, but he remembered NOTHING until now. Clyde noticed the horrified look on the pretty woman’s face, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Yer only gunna remember yer old self while I’m inside of you boy.” He laughed maniacally. Mike suddenly felt a felt a warm liquid inside of him. Clyde quickly turned his attention back to the game. Marilyn rested her sweaty naked body against her husband’s and rubbed his arm.