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All Hail the DILF Koopa King

Story commission for ChaseW.

Written by AlexNightmurr.

This is a short story commission for ChaseW, taken from my Telegram channel Musky Fantasy Stash (https://t.me/MuskyFantasyStories).

It's all about DILF Bowser, worshipping his pits, body, cock etc.

Kinks include:

* Hairy/hirsute

* Piss play

* Vulgarity

* Mentions of Rape

* Body worship

* Pit play/musk

* Oral

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Footnotes

Story commission (short story).

Written by:

* AlexNightmurr (100%)

Commissioned by: ChaseW

Copyrighted to commissioner and author.

This is a work of fiction which does not represent the real world. Please be over 18+ to read this work of fiction.

Distributed to author profiles on: Telegram, Furaffinity and Sofurry.

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/alexnightmurr/

https://alexnightmurr.sofurry.com

Written: 24/05/2021 - 25/05/2021.

Published: 25/05/2021.

Source of pictures used:

* https://e621.net/posts/2096832

* https://e621.net/posts/1668199

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If you think that being a king would mean days of productivity, then think again.

Bowser is a good-for-nothing layabout in his castle, the only 'work' he really does is using his hips to pump his load into his small koopa cocksleeves. They're basically sex slaves that come crawling onto his musky body to slurp up at his hairy pits as he sleeps, his cock throbbing between his fuzzy, chubby thighs.

Which leads into another thing to mention.

Since becoming a sex and sleep-addicted stud with a fat dick limping between his legs that always stinks of piss and jizz, Bowser has really let himself go. Or should I say, let himself grow.

Since pumping almost incomputable amounts of jizz into tiny Koopa holes every day, Bowser has been growing body hair at an alarming rate.

What was once a shiny, smooth hunk of yellow muscle, now he's got patches of red fuzz everywhere that seems to grow in an orderly fashion.

Starting with his upper body, hair covers his pecs and furls around his nipples like an uncontrollable jungle.

Moving down, his chest hair thins out into a lush, deep treasure trail that he feels up while raising his tank top, checking himself out in the mirror.

His fingers playing in his treasure trail can barely be seen under the thick bushel of hair. From then on, a light patch of hair covers his abs before the treasure trail explodes into a large bush of pubes that, despite it's sheer density, Bowser's half-hard cock can still be seen peeking out proudly in a modest 5-inches from that bush (half hard, mind you.) He's girthy as hell, of course.

"Fuck, I'm so hairy," he says, getting hard from feeling himself up.

And all of this made no mention of his arm and leg hair - the most visible parts of his "uncontrollable body hair growing situation" to anyone who won't get inside his pants.

To say that he has hairy arms wouldn't be a surprise, but hair on his shoulders? Perhaps now you get the picture on what an ape this man has become. With such big, bulging muscles however, the hair isn't able to cover it all, and that's just as well, for the Koopa slaves simply drool at the sight of Bowser now.

He was sexy as hell before, but seeing him all hairy with a huge beard, deeper voice and earthiler musk made them realise that sucking the sperm and drinking the piss from this masculine god is probably the best job they will ever have in their lives.

But it's not just the slaves he uses - Bowser makes good use of the Piranha Plants as well.

At night, you've spotted him pumping a load into those thick-lipped creatures, drool and jizz falling from their lips as Bowser groans on about something like "not even my Koopa slaves can give a blowjob as good as a fucking plant can."

The plant seems to have really seen the force of it, so to speak, as pube hairs are littered all over it's face and lips. No doubt Bowser was using it rough and hard, as any man with a copious amount of hair on his chest and a cock above 7 inches should rightfully do. Bowser doesn't even know what rape means. He just fucking uses things. Do you think he cares that he's getting a load inside a Piranha Plant when it sucks so hard his eyes roll to the back of his head? Do you think he cares about picking a helpless Koopa off the floor and raping him in his sex dungeon just because "the virgin helpless holes are the best to fuck"?

No, of course not. He owns the place. Hell, he owns the goddamn kingdom. He doesn't invite people into the castle for a reason: because it fucking stinks from all of his debaucherous acts.

The cleaners have a hard enough time mopping up his jizz, the smell is a different matter...

As Bowser pulls back from the slick suckling sensation that is the Piranha Plant's fat-ass, bimbo-bitch lips, he points his cock at it and unloads his bladder all over it, aiming at the leafy parts and the soil beneath.

"Drink up, fucker."

If it was possible to go through a second puberty, Bowser has surely done so by now. His voice is even deeper than before.

Once his seemingly-endless stream of dark-orange piss came to an abrupt finish, he groaned, cracked his necks and stretched his muscles, mumbling something about:

"The messenger should be here soon," as you stand there completely aghast in the hallway.

You can't believe what you've just witnessed. Bowser, the proud king of the Koopa Kingdom, getting his nut inside a fucking plant, and then giving it a generous golden shower.

While this answers the question of how Bowser truly 'waters his plants', the one question that remains in your head is whether he would like to take you in as a sex slave. I guess you've just got to find out.

You decide to follow his trail for a few minutes, before you're finally led into his bedroom, only to feel his strong hand shoving you down onto his bed. He crawls on top of you, his large, stocky body clambering over you while he breathes hard in your face.

"Thought you could follow me, runt? What do you want?" He asked in a sneer.

You were so hard from seeing his large hairy body looming over you, as well as his deep voice reverberating in your ear that you could barely string together a sentence in your head.

"I-I want to be your sex slave," you muttered out weakly.

Once he heard that, he shoved you into a rough kiss, his beard scratching against your hairless chin as he tongued you deep, making your body writhe in pleasure from the sensation that his long, penetrating tongue is bringing.

He grabs your body close to his warm, sweaty chest muscles and commands you to lick his hairy nipples. A command you are in no position to refuse, and something that you wouldn't even think of saying 'no' to in the first place! Beads of sweat are dripping down his big strong pecs, caught in his tangles of fuzz. No doubt fucking Koopa holes and facefucking Piharna Plants all day is sheer work for the stud.

You take his nipple in your mouth while your nose is pressed against his soft chest hairs, and already you're driven out of his chest and shoved into his greatest musky lair - his pit.

"I gotta make sure you service every single part of my body," he groaned, flipping over on his back so you're able to properly worship the rank collection of hair that is his unwashed, stinky armpit.

Your body is very small in comparison to his; your whole height just reaches down to his pelvis. If that doesn't bring home how inferior you are compared to him, then perhaps nearly suffocating on his pit hairs and musk will. The scent is purely overwhelming. Tears run down your face as your eyes grow red and weary from the sheer scent, your throat running dry from his overpowering musk.

Just when you thought it was going to be lights out, he forcibly moves you from his pit (that is now covered in a light sheen of your spit), onto his crotch.

His fat, 10-incher throbs intensely in front of you, rising from a thick bush of bright-red pubes.

This thing is not a cock -- it's a fucking weapon. A weapon he uses to make unsuspecting Koopas into rapebait, then being fucked into submission to be transformed into his sex slaves.

But, for you, you didn't need to cry for help, you didn't want to squirm away.

You took it like a good little slave would - your head shoved onto his massive, bitch-fucker of a cock, Bowser grunting at you, expression barely visible through his thick beard and rise and fall of his chest, his chest hair gleaming in the light.

Your jaw could barely fit around the thing -- in fact, it simply couldn't. The second you were forcibly shoved down his massive, cum and piss-stinking foreskinned shaft, you choked. You wrapped your hands around his girthy length that couldn't even fit around his thickness, your fingers tracing over his powerful cock veins, something pubes getting tangled in your fingers and teeth, and gasped for air, but it would not come. Just more, mind-numbing musk, wafting straight up from his profound bush of pubes. He's still sweating. You drag your hand down to his bush, to what would presumably be the base of his fat shaft, and notice that even his pubes are sweating. This dude is a full-blown DILF, stinking of his own musk all the time and producing it almost at the same rate as he would produce cum.

Speaking of cum, that is definitely your life's calling; to drink down Bowser's bitter, thick sperm. Even now you could feel it rumbling in his balls, just eager to spit out of his imposing shaft; Bowser was certainly getting off on using your little head like a fleshlight up and down his fat cock. Your small lips slapping and 'sclurping' around his jaw-breaking shaft.

Once he felt his orgasm reaching him, Bowser roughly pulled your head off his shaft, making you at last breathe in some semblance of fresh air that somehow miraculously still existed in his musk-stinking bedroom, and he blew all over your cute, pleading face.

Thick, slightly off-white chunks of cum blasted on your face, the heat of which almost made your skin burn. Bowser has certainly been storing up a fat load for a while -- if 'a while' means a few minutes since shoving his jizz inside a plant.

When he finished blowing all over your face with a deep, dark grunt, you could barely lick it off you. The cum was so unbelievably thick that it could double as a protein shake. That's why you were glad when Bowser kneeled down before, licking up his jizz off his face, streaks of cum getting stuck into his beard, globby and healthy loads of sperm that will inevitably make his beard even thicker.

He let you rest on his bed as he threw a bundle of cash at your chest, telling you to 'meet him in the throne room tomorrow', before heading out to piss on one of his plants.

You masturbated yourself to sleep. No man would ever compare to how masculine Bowser is. And that's exactly why you want to service him for life.