Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2010 20:07:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: zill62001@yahoo.com
Subject: Gorilla Brothers 5

Again this is obviously a work of fiction. One that contains Beastiality,
scat, watersports, gay sex and many other offensive acts. I also, wouldn't
have it any other way. I want to thank the people who supported me in this
work, also I would love to hear the comments and thoughts of anyone who
reads/enjoys this story. I love feedback, I really really love feedback.
Contact me at zill62001@yahoo.com with the subject Gorilla Brothers. I hope
you like what I believe is truely the filthiest exploits of Mack, Nick and
the Kid.

Gorilla Brothers Part 5:	Three Dicks are better than two

Part One:

	Nervous. I was so nervous that I was afraid I was going to throw
up, as I was moved in my gurney into surgery. The time had finally come,
after months of debates, doctor visits, discussions with my brothers and
appointments, I was being wheeled off to becoming a gorilla.
	All of my visits had prepared me mentally for what the
transformation would entail. It was sure to be an ordeal. The first order
of business was plastic surgery to give me that gorilla muzzle and defined
brow, followed by surgical procedures to restructure and reshape a large
number of my bones to give me the proper proportions, and size of a
gorilla. Such as giving my skull a sagital crest, reworking my rib cage,
and altering my tiba. Next I would be subjected to round after round of
gene therapy to assert my infusion of gorilla DNA over my human DNA. With
the plastic surgery from beforehand, the new gorilla DNA would activate and
assert itself more easily in my body. The last step for the doctors was to
simply correct any defects. Work on skin pigmentation where needed,
stimulate proper hair growth, work on my dental arcade to ensure my massive
jaws would work properly.
	But yet this was only half of the process. Afterward, I would have
to undergo therapy for months to adjust to my new body and just to gain
control of such functions as walking, talking, eating, and not crushing
items with my fists. (You can imagine how nervous I was about jacking off
for the first time.)
	I remember being wheeled into the surgical chamber quite vividly. I
could see on an instrument table the white surgical plastics that had
already been shaped to a gorilla muzzle, and another metal piece that would
grant me my high forehead. Getting scared, and fearing vomiting a second
time I turned my head and could see the medical amphitheater behind glass
that was crowded with med students. But in the foreground I saw Mack and
Nick with encouraging smiles and wildly gesturing with thumbs up. As the
gas was administered to me, I laid back and could see my reflection in the
silver casing of the lights above me. That was my last glimpse of my
humanity.
	My next memory was of waking up with a start. I was in a darkened
hospital room. My bed was next to a window that only gave me a view of
hospital roofs and turbine fans. As my eyes adjusted to the low level of
light, I saw that on the wheeling table next to my bed was a get well card
from my brothers.
	As I took in the room, I noticed that it was quite large and could
accommodate six patients. At least that was what I guessed as I could see
three curtained partitions across the room and nothing of my neighbor. I
drifted in and out of sleep for the next day or so. I was vaguely aware of
being given various injections and instructions.
	The memory that really sticks out next was of waking up two days
later and feeling refreshed. I took in my new body fully for the first
time. First I noted the ashy grayness of my skin that would darken into the
coal black of gorilla skin, and I noticed a little itching as my hair was
sprouting thickly all over my body.
	I wasn't use to my new center of gravity, since it seemed that I
was now substantially wider. I fingers and toes felt stiff as I flexed
them. I reached over to my get well card to read it, along with fumbling
for hopefully a mirror.
	"Looking for us?" I heard from around the corner. I turned to my
left and saw a massive gorilla paw grab ahold of the partition curtain. It
was pulled aside, and I saw the smiling forms of Mack and Nick. It wasn't
long before I was being thoroughly hugged by the behemoths.
	"Take it easy, I'm still sore." I tried to grunt. I was surprised
at my own voice, and evidently so were my bros. Mack leaned in once more
for a gentler hug. He licked at my ear which seemed to be out of place.
	"You made the right decision kid. Before long, we're gonna be in
one sweaty pile in my bedroom in a filthy pit of depravity. Your gonna have
to get better soon." Mack released me shortly after.
	The two caught me up on the process, and what to expect. The
doctors said that I'd need about eight days in this ward before I could go
home. Then my physical therapy would start, where I'd get use to my new
musculature. I was excited. Aparrently so shortly after the surgery, I was
still looking like some sick mutant hybrid, so my bros didn't hand me a
mirror.
	My first day in recovery wasn't very special. There were only two
other patients, both of which didn't seem to like me much. One was a lean
muscular guy who reminded me of a stereotypical farm hand. He had suffered
an accident and had lost the use of his one leg. The other was a teenager
who was bed ridden and in for observation after suffering several broken
bones after botching a skateboarding trick.
	So I kept my nose in a book and tried to keep a low profile, which
was obviously difficult. Nurses shied away from me at first due to my
outward appearance, and the skated had a ton of questions to ask me. One of
his first being if I were some sort of freak.
	By my third day of recovery I was anxious for the processes at work
in my body to complete themselves. My hair had grown in mostly, and I had a
few cosmetic surgery treatments to touch up the work. Mostly I was tired of
the slings and arrows I was suffering at the two jerks in the beds across
from me. Luckily, at the hours when Mack and Nick visited, they were
silent. Mack told me to let loose with a few bellows or to pound my chest
to scare them off. I considered it only momentarily.
	With only about four of days left, I was desperate to get out of
the hospital. I thought my stay would become even more gruesome when the
nurse who usually took my vitals let it slip that I would be getting a
neighbor. I dreaded another narrow-minded idiot cluttering up the space
next to mine. I really didn't have to worry over it however. It was during
visiting hours that my new `roomie' was wheeled in.
	Unconscious on a gurney, much like I had been only days ago, was
another human that had obviously begun a similar journey as myself. I could
only see from his chest up that it was a pink skinned young man, at least
younger than myself. His musculature was thick, and his skin seemed to have
the softest velvet fur growing over it. I was unsure what animal that he
had been spliced with until I saw his snout. He had the long snout, ending
in rounded flared nostrils, and huge eye orbits that could only be those of
a horse.
	"Great, another freak for the sideshow." The occupant of another
bed groused, loud enough to call attention to himself in the form of the
orderly rolling her eyes.
	I watched my new bunkmate over the next day and a half as a sort of
entertainment. There wasn't much on TV, and I had finished my magazines. I
wondered about him, and let my mind wander. Later that night, as I was
eating the unappetizing hospital food (The doctors had put me on a massive
6000 calorie diet to bulk up my developing gorilla physique.) He stirred,
and finally spoke as he propped himself up on an elbow. He was disoriented
and had a few questions. I helped him sip some water and talked with him
for the night. The yahoos in the other two partitions would hoot or carry
on like idiots as usual.
	Over the course of the next day I got to know my bunk mate, Steven,
fairly well. He wasn't too forthcoming about his reasons about undergoing
the splicing process, but I believe that it involved a view on the
spirituality of horses and their symbolism. We had a few theological talks
as well into the night.
	I remember my last day in the hospital quite clearly. I woke up to
a nurse taking out the last of my iv's and telling me that I only had
twenty hours left for observation. She also said that I looked
indistinguishable from a normal gorilla. From their I worked with a nurse
on scheduling the rest of my physical therapy, so I could acclimate to my
new body. Steven was going to have a lot more than me, since he now had
hooves instead of feet/paws.
	It was shortly after lunch that I had visitors. It was Nick and
Mack of course. They had brought me a few `get well' cards from friends.
One from themselves of course, which included some dirty photos of them,
and totally trashing Mack's room further with their piss and shit. It was
here that my first night home was going to be spent. After all, I was hardy
enough to stand it. Andy sent a card with some cash, and I even got a card
from Mike who worked at Mack's favorite restaurant.
	Of course with the advent of Mack and Nick's arrival, my idiot
roommates started up with the comments. I was able to hold Mack back for
one or two comments, but there is no controlling Mack when he gets an
idea. I can't even remember the comment that finally broke Mack's
composure, I just remember the end result.
	"All right you insecure little bastard! You intimidated by kids
courageous enough to undergo hell for a dream? Think your tough, sitting
there with a broken bone because you were too stupid to do a trick right?"
Mack was about to go on, but the three of us were able to restrain him. It
was then that Nick and I gave him a new idea, so he could cool down, and
stick it to the guy across the room.
	After eyeing the two of us, he approached Steven and yanked the
covers from his bed. He leaned in and told the youngster that he was going
to kill three birds with one stone. In one action he'd get off by doing
some totally new depraved thing, Steven would feel totally awesome, and
we'd get even with the jerks in the room.
	Shyly Steven acquiesced and Mack was soon stroking his huge horse
schong. Nick joined in the action, there was enough room on that pole for
four hands. I stayed to just licking his velvet balls, I was still unsure
of my hand strength at that point. Toward the point of climax Mack made
sure to cover Steven's flared head with his mouth. After a moment's
gushing, he removed his mouth and let the remaining spray, which there was
a lot, wash over his face. He turned and approached the griping guy in the
next bed who hadn't shut up through the whole ordeal. And with one quick
smirk Mack spit out a huge milky spray of Steven's horsey cum into the guys
face. And to ensure no retaliation on his part, Mack stayed with Steven and
I until it was check out time. He spent the afternoon happily lapping all
the horse cum from his coat. It was a mellow and pleasant afternoon.
	That night however, was equally pleasant. I was lead into my new
home, Mack's house and straight upstairs to his room. I was tenderly led to
the reeking pile of blankets and muck that made up Mack's little nest. I
knew that we would have the fuck fest of my life that night. However that
wasn't the first issue for us to discuss. As we all settled in comfortably,
Mack addressed me.
	"You know, your old life is officially over now. You're a gorilla,
you did it." He began, he stared deeply into my eyes and I remember
thinking that I had never seen such tenderness and understanding in Mack's
brown eyes before. It was a fleeting look that was replaced by a smirk as
he continued. "So your old name really doesn't fit you anymore. We thought
you should take a new, gorilla, name. And keeping with tradition something
with just four letters. Mack, Nick..." he let off.
	After just a little more conversation I finally spoke up, keeping
just a hint of my old name. I muttered something about them liking the name
I picked, which they did, and from that moment forth I was the third
gorilla brother, Jack.

Part Two:

	So from that day on, there was truly no doubt in my mind that I had
finally become a filthy, raunchy, truly full-fledge Gorilla Brother in
Mack's clan. I hope you've enjoyed listening to an old gorilla reminisce
about his youth and ...
	Oh, that's right, you also wanted to know about Andy? Well if you
really want to know how Andrew went from scrawny kid with a watersports
interest into the most trashed out slutty bitch, I remember that well too.
	I remember how Andrew took the final step to becoming the sleazy
cum dump that he is today. It was a few months after I had been back at
Mack's house in my massive gorilla body. Nick and I had just finished
dinner and were laying together on the couch, watching a movie. Mack was
splayed out naked in his huge armchair, and essentially had Andrew feeding
him, and worshipping his body.
	Mack leaned his head back, and ripped a huge wet sounding fart,
followed by a few more flutters. Obediently, and without prompting, Andrew
lowered himself to the floor and placed his chin on the edge of the cushion
Mack was on. Inhaling deeply of Mack's flatulence, and enjoying every
moment. Mack smiled, and with just a little prodding had Andrew slurping up
and down his dick.
	"You know Andy, I think we have you trained to be the filthiest
little bitch yet." Mack smiled with pride. Andrew muttered a thank you, and
removed his lips from Mack's cock to bury his face underneath his balls and
attend to his stinking ass hole as a sign of appreciation.
	"Ya know Andy, I think it's just about time you take the final step
like the kid over there, and go through with becoming by REAL gorilla
bitch." Mack added as he played with Andrew's greasy hair.
	"I don't know..." Andrew trailed off as he removed his face from
Mack's ass. He laid his head on Mack's thigh and tenderly rubbed his face
against it while giving his dick a few flicks of his tongue before
adding. "I kinda want to just be a bitch for all you gorillas, it's
filthier, and I want to be the dirtiest I can for you Mack." Andrew
lovingly answered. It appeared he really, really, wanted Mack to be happy.
	Mack was almost taken aback, but Nick and I could see the huge
twitches of his dick, and the line of drool forming from his mouth as Mack
considered the implications of Andrew's offer.
	Standing up, Mack let Andrew fall to the floor. Nick and I were
ready to get the kid out of there if Mack (pardon the expression) went Ape
Shit from having his request denied. But Mack surprised us all and talked
calmly and gave Andy some heartfelt advice.
	"I don't think you know what that means. If you become my true
gorilla bitch, you'll be my property completely, and fulfill all of our
deviant needs with no consideration for yourself. I'm giving you till noon
tomorrow to change your mind. After that, your MINE." Mack asserted. "And
if you back out, kiss this place goodbye." He amended.
	"I'm ready." Andrew submissively nodded.
	"Then get out of here. We'll pick you up tomorrow." Mack smiled, as
he forced the semi clothed youth out the front door. Al the while, Nick and
I could only look on with curious stares. Mack headed upstairs to his room,
and remained there for the night.
	The next thing I really remember out of everything was Mack waking
me and Nick up the next morning. We had fallen asleep in the living room
together. He threw some boxers on us that he picked up from the floor and
told us to go get the van ready.
	After we were dressed Nick got the van going and I lumbered into
the back seat. We waited a few moments and Mack finally joined us, with a
black duffle bag under his arm. He gave Nick directions, and after just a
few minutes we were getting out at the local McDonalds. This was a favorite
spot of Mack's, because he got to just show his filth to both the straight
laced members of the neighborhood who were shocked, and the low brow
members who didn't care.
	He made sure that we all ordered a lot of food. His reasoning was
that we were going to need the energy and to be full of piss and shit. It
was here that Mack out-lined his plans for Andrew. It was during this
meeting that I finally realized how devious and demented Mack could be.
	After burping loudly and making a show of rubbing his belly, Mack
led his two younger brothers from the restaurant, and made sure we left our
trash at our table as messily as possible.
	Once back in the van, Mack gave Nick some directions, and it wasn't
long before we pulled up in front of a non-descript suburban home. Mack
hopped out with his duffle bag and told me to open the side door of the
van. Mack strode up to the front door and knocked loudly. We were greeted
by the sounds of a few dogs barking loudly.
	After a few more minutes, the door finally opened, and a large
woman filled it's frame. Mack was quick to hug her, and entered the
house. It never ceased to amaze me the network of perverts and like minded
individuals Mack had created. Among his resources, you could find nearly
any sick trick you could want or imagine.
	A few minutes of waiting were finally followed by Mack exiting the
house with his duffle bag, and his big surprise. Hooked up to a harness was
a very friendly looking German Shepard! Mack led the pooch into the back of
the van, and told me to keep him `safe and happy' for the ride.
	The dog's name was Missile. He was fully intact and trained to
pound his `mama's' pussy. Mack knew exactly what he needed to turn Andrew
into a bitch. I couldn't help but admit that as I pet missile, my dick
quivered at the thoughts of what we were going to do to our newly appointed
bitch.
	After another fifteen or twenty minutes on the road, we finally
approached Andrew's house. It wasn't in as nice a neighbor hood as
Missile's home, but it wasn't a slum either. As the four or us now lumbered
out of the creaking van, I noticed that the white house was in need of some
paint. It was shabby, but it seemed the owners tried to maintain it. The
morning sun was bright and warm, I needed to shield my eyes as we
approached the front door.
	Mack led the way, and pounded on the front door, so there was no
mistake that someone wouldn't hear. After just a few moments, an older man
answered the door. His hair was thinning, and mostly gray. He was somewhat
frail looking, but gave the impression of an inner or past strength. Mack
smiled as Nick came up behind him, and I came up behind Nick with Missile
on a leash.
	"Is Andrew home?" Mack mockingly asked. The man raised an eyebrow
and skeptically looked us over.
	"Who wants to know?" He harshly responded, moving back slightly,
and in a position to slam the door.
	"It's his pal Mack." Mack answered, before pushing open the door
and walking in.
	"Yo, Andrew!" Mack bellowed. We all heard hurried feet upstairs,
and a pounding on the stairs as Andrew bounded down them.
	"Hey Mack." Andrew smiled from the top of the stairs as he leaned
down to see us all in his front room.
	"Go pack. You get two bags and that's it." Mack ordered, before
walking over to a large chair and plopping down in it. I was surprised the
cheap wood didn't blast out from under him, it was definitely creaking and
squeaking under Mack's weight.
	"What are you talking about, pack!" Andrew's father quickly asked
of Mack. "Your taking my son on a trip? Are you that bad influence on him?
You can just get the hell out of here, my son isn't going anywhere." The
old man began to argue. I got the oddest impression of an angry Mister
Rogers in my mind.
	"Listen pops, he ain't your son anymore." Mack began, and this
really got the old guy to bristle. "YOUR SON has decided that he would
rather be MY PROPERTY. So I'm here to seal the deal and walk off with whats
mine." Mack explained sternly. Any lesser man would have backed down, but
this guy was tough.
	"Andrew, you get your ass down here right this minute!" The man
cried. There were more heavy footfalls upstairs, and they slowed as they
approached the stairs. Andy looked down from around the corner of the
landing a little sheepishly.
	"We are going to TALK young man." The old man began before turning
to Mack. "And you can just up and leave now. MY son isn't going anywhere."
He remarked. He walked past me and opened the door, motioning for us to
leave.
	"Andrew, get down here." Mack calmly stated. Andrew obediently
obeyed, and if this irritated the father or not, we never knew because he
showed no emotion.
	"Now, Andy I need you to tell your father the truth. DO you want to
be my bitch? Or would you rather I walk out that door forever and leave you
to live here?" Mack asked leadingly. He rubbed Andrew's shoulders and shot
evil glares at Andrew's dad.
	One of Mack's hands slipped to Andy's ass, and immediately he
answered.
	"He's right dad, I... I wanna be his slut." Andrew answered as he
became red faced and looked down at his feet. Mack let out a long belly
laugh before standing up and patting Andy on the back.
	"Okay Andy, we're gonna have to go and prove that. Nick get what he
packed and meet us in the back yard. You to kid." He intoned toward me with
a jut of the chin. I lead Andrew and Missile out to the back yard, just as
I heard his dad speak up again.
	"I don't know what you think your doing, but my son is staying
here!"
	I couldn't hear the rest of the geezer's words since we just exited
the house. Nick joined us with the two bags that Andrew had obviously
packed before Mack exited. He was behind Andy's father, whom he gave a
single handed shove to get him to move out of the house, carrying a glass
he had obviously picked up in the home's kitchen.
	"Now listen here you son of a bitch..." Andrew's father rose in
protest again.
	"Shut it old man. We're here to prove to you that your son is a
filthy whore who needs to be in my charge! I've said it, he's going to say
it, and by the time we're done your gonna say it. Now sit down!" Mack only
growled on the order of sit down.
	"Kay Andy this is your chance, do what we say and your riding home
as our bitch for life." Mack gently told the youth. I had noticed that his
cock had been jumping at most of Mack's speeches throughout the morning.
	"First you gotta strip down, and then I want you laying there in
the grass." Mack calmly stated. Andy removed his cloths, and made a little
show of bending over and shimmying his briefs off with his ass facing his
dad's direction.
	"Okay kid, ball's in your court. Get on your knees and all you have
to do it tell your dad that you wanna be my bitch, why you wanna be my
bitch and what you think of this treat we got for you. Now go." Mack
ordered as he walked over to me. Soon and with little prodding from Mack
Andrew's left hand was petting at his boy cunt and he was muttering to his
dad.
	"It's true, I wanna be Mack's little bitch, I love having his big
gorilla dick buried in my ass up to his hairy balls! Please dad, let me go
and get fucked by Mack!" Andrew almost cried.
	"Good boy Andy." Mack cooed as he stared daggers at an unimpressed
father. With a nod from Mack, I approached out young quarry and unleashed
Missile from his leash. After circling the young slut, and giving a few
laps to his ass, Missile did what he was trained to and quickly mounted our
Andrew. In seconds the German Shepard's paws were wrapped around the teen's
waist with light claw marks tracing out how they came to be there.
	Mack encouraged Missile's fervent pounding of his bitch's ass, and
gave a small helping hand to get Missile's massive dog know lodged in
Andrew's asshole.
	"Like that Andy?" Mack asked.
	"Ooo, ooh, oh god yes Mack. There feels like so much cum!" Andy
trailed off sweating.
	"We got more for you. Do you want it,...bitch?" Mack asked, he was
manipulating Andy with more depth and precision than I could ever have
imagined, and Andy was well aware of it, and just wanted to go along with
the flow. With the merest of nods, Mack signaled Nick to retrieve missile,
and take his turn pounding his new toy's ass.
	As Missile's knot pulled out, there was almost an explosion of cum
from the boy's ass, but Nick was well adept at keeping the bitch plugged. I
got Missile tied up, and Nick began thrusting his hips to deposit gorilla
spunk along side dog cream in Andy's abused hole. Mack circled the
proceedings, scratching and rubbing at his obvious boner in his silk
boxers.
	At one point, he leaned down and slid a lone finger through the
sludge escaping down Andy's ass cheek and inhaled deeply of the precious
ichor. He slid the finger to Andy's mouth which immediately began to clean
the morsel from his master's finger.
	By the time that Nick was grunting with the release of his orgasm,
Andy's father had slumped back against the wall of the garage and looked on
dejected as his son leaned back into the thrusting ministrations of one of
the gorilla brothers.
	Nick barely had time to stop depositing his seed when I eagerly
approached behind him and tossed my boxers off with a little kick. I fell
to my knees and whipped my big dark cock toward that glistening opening of
his.
	Andy's cum chute was well worn, warm, and lubed. The perfect fit
for the cock of a gorilla like me. Andy was a good boy as I made it a point
to slam my dick as far into his ass as I could. I knew that the rougher I
was, the more Mack would appreciate it. Also, having my dick's head
squeezed on by the deeper anus drove me wild. I clenched Andy's ass tightly
in my hands to help squeeze the cum from my balls, and exploded
satisfactorily in the youth's cum hole. I was sure to clench the kid's ass,
so he wouldn't loose too much of our deposited seed.
	As I flopped back on the grass, and stared into the clouds
overhead, I felt like I was in heaven. After another moment, I propped
myself up on an elbow and addressed our host.
	"You know, his ass is wonderful. I bet he'd let his old man drop a
load in there for old time's sake." I teased. At this Mack gave a huge
smile and ruffled the top of my head as he approached his bitch.
	"Okay, over you go." Mack ordered, as he helped flip Andy from his
knees to his back. Andy instinctively took his submissive stance, and
grabbed himself behind each knee to spread his ass hole open to the world.
	"Now, let see if this is right." Mack muttered as he brought his
prognathic muzzle to the cleft of Andy's ass. With some slurping, and the
word push, Mack brought his ordinary kitchen glass to Andy's puckered
ass. There were plenty of squishing and wet sounds as Andy pushed out the
three substantial loads of cum.
	"Good, good." Mack began. "We gotta continually milk our bitch. And
of course we gotta get these ass lips of his more puckered. We gotta
destroy that ass." Mack casually, and sexily told his subject. He then held
up the glass with it's starchy contents and swiveled it around Andy's face,
and then held it up in the light toward the father's gaze.
	"You must be proud. All that was in your son." Mack smiled, before
tilting the glass back and feeding it to his bitch as a mother would bottle
feed her child. Andy was moaning in delight and fingering his ass to keep
it spread.
	"You wanna ride before I get on?" Mack taunted the father.
	"Mmmmm, so'kay dad. My ass has been massaged, I want more cock. I
don't mind if you do." Andy moaned. He stretched his ass wider, and
fingered it like mad, as though truly inviting his dad to dive in.
	With a final shrug, Mack dove his powerful dick into Andrew balls
deep in one thrust. As he was grunting away, he said that he wouldn't take
long and that Nick and I should pack up Andy's bags and Missile.
	After fifteen minutes of being hammered by Mack's cock, the massive
gorilla let his jaws gape open as he moaned at his mighty orgasm. He had to
of flooded Andy's innards with spunk.
	After Mack's roar died down, he pulled out of Andy, panting. Andy's
dad just sat, dejected, shaking his head. Mack picked up his boxers from
the lawn and handed them to Andy before scooping his new bitch up and
carrying him to the car. He ordered Nick to drive, and seemed to fuss over
his now drowsy bitch like a mother might over a newborn relative. It was
odd, tender, and perverted all at the same time. It was totally a Mack
moment.
	Once we arrived home, Mack couldn't contain his laughter which was
a loud roar. Then and there he vowed that that day would forever more be
known as Bitch Day. (Which of course we celebrate yearly every August 21st)
That afternoon was spent setting down the guidelines for Andy's new role in
the home. Over the years Andy got trashed more and more by Mack. I think
the nipple piercing and scrotum piercings were first, followed by the
tattoo above and on his ass cheeks reading "Gorilla Cum Dump". Andrew took
to his role quickly and loved it, he set the stage for tons more filth from
Mack.

Part Three

	It's hard to believe that I've been living in this gorilla body now
for over ten years! Those first years with the gorilla brothers were some
of the best times of my life. Of course since then things have changed.
	Nick and I have since moved out to our own place. We took our stuff
and have a somewhat filthy home. We're more just slobs that don't clean up
opposed to Mack who is actively trying to putrefy his place. We of course
share our bedroom with other geeks who are interested in tasting gorilla
meat for the first time, and have made a lot of friends.
	Appearance wise however we do look a bit more mature. Nick has
bulked up to a true silver back out here on his `own', while I have thick
gray facial hair coming out from my chin. I've also bulked up a bit to just
shy of 389lbs.
	Mack meanwhile has used the space we left him, his sick mind, and
his success on Andrew to become sort of a local legend. He seems to have
his own little cult like family. He is the king of his home with Andrew at
his side as his filthiest trophy. He's found more like-minded filthy teens
and men to become his entourage which I've heard him jokingly refer to as
his disciples. We get together as time permits and we're always together
for Christmas and Bitch-day.
	Last Bitch-day was pretty memorable. Nick and I went over to Mack's
with one of our more curious geek friends. The door was answered by man of
about twenty who I had never seen before, but bore some tats similar to
Andy's. Immediately we smelled the more intense smells of piss and shit,
but they were covered by an even more intense smell of fornication. We were
led into the living room where another four guys/kids were lounging
naked. We saw Mack bulging out from his huge chair that always reminded me
of a throne. As he had more resources to lounge around and boys to cater to
his needs he looked like a fat gorilla. I think he weighed in about
503lbs. He had a distinct beer belly on him.
	"Bout time you got here, we wanna get the festivities underway." He
chuckled as he got up and hugged each of us. I made it a point to deeply
kiss him. I could taste the piss on his mouth. He made quick introductions
to us of the five guys he had assembled. There was Josh (The guy who
answered the door), Eric, Brian, Matt and Dan. Dan was the one we were
there to honor that day. Mack lumbered over to his chair and made of show
of having Andy remove the silk boxers that were stained with spunk from his
gorilla frame.
	"Okay then. We are all gather here to celebrate Bitch-day! Step up
here Dan." The 17 year old obeyed and knelt at Mack's feet, to a huge grin
of Mack's. Mack pinched his fingers on his nose and loudly blew it. He then
wiped the slick hand of snot all over Dan's face. He reached over and took
one finger and jammed it into Andy's ass. He removed it and seemed to paint
with it on the interior of Dan's mouth.
	"Suck it bitch." Mack ordered before continuing. "In front of my
brothers and other disciples we are gathered here to strip you of your
disciple rank and demote you to the rank of Bitch! Do you under stand?"
Mack barked. Dan only nodded.
	"Your new status of bitch means you will follow the bitch
rules. When you are here you are available at all times for use by anyone
of higher rank. You have no furniture privileges. When you are not here,
you are not to enter without missing at least three days of showers or
getting a shit smear down from a disciple. If you have a job half of every
paycheck is to come to me to feed what ever habit I want, and to help fund
the fur surgery for a future gorilla brother. And lastly you are to do
anything I tell you to do. Do you understand your new role and do you want
to be our newest bitch?"
	Dan answered confidently, "I do Mack." Mack smiled and stood up
about to give a little speech. By this time I hade been stroking my meat to
attention and was ready for some action.
	"So be it, as leader of the Gorilla Brothers I strip you of your
rank and name. You are now our new bitch, Cunt-mouth." And with that Mack
had his new bitch suck on his dick for a few moments before turning to us.
	"Trash him boys." he chuckled. I was one of the first to get to the
bitch and had the pleasure to plow his ass. Nick beat out the disciples to
his mouth. Soon cunt-mouth was soaked in the piss of five humans and three
gorillas, leaking cum from every hole. It was a good bitch-day.
	So that's what to basically expect if you decide to sit in on one
of Mack's Bitch-day celebrations. But it's getting late, and your probably
tired of hearing this old gorilla prattle on like an old lady. If your up
for more your always welcome to visit again.

Cum again.

			       ~Jack Gorilla


Bonus Part:	Mack's Clan!

King Mack
Brothers Nick and Jack
Future Brother Josh
Disciples  Eric, Brian, and Matt
Bitch Cunt-mouth (Dan)
Deepest Bitch Andrew

P.S. Let me know if you want the filth to continue. If it does it will
probably follow the adventures of a disciple, debating whether to go the
route of Bitch or Brother.