Stay In My Swamp
by
Varien Quill

Once in a while, it was the father’s duty to finally and thoroughly clean the offspring’s room, once they were outside of his home. Although he didn’t find any piles of dirty clothes or dishes, not even suspiciously sticky, singular socks.
Terry liked discipline but at the same time tried to give his son enough freedom. But it didn’t stop him to snoop around, still hoping he will not find any illegal contraband in there like weed, spirit, or high-sugar snacks. 
The tall and muscular fellow checked under the bed since it was always the perfect spot to hide anything questionable. For his mix of disappointment and relief, he didn’t find anything interesting in particular. Except for one thing.
He stood up, holding an old toy back from the first decade of the millennium. It was a sizeable figurine of Shrek, which when pressed, calmly reminded them to stay out of his marsh area. 
The bedroom’s door suddenly opened, revealing none other but Liam, who, judging by his frown, didn’t appreciate any intruders in his tiny kingdom.
“What the hell, dad? Did you get permission to come here uninvited? I told you thousands of times that I don’t smoke pot!” He lowered his brows, but still wouldn’t even dare to attack. After all, he still didn’t pay his share of the rent.
“Relax, was trying to tidy up your room a bit. You know, this toy reminds me of something. Did you ever hear about the Dreamworks Con? It’s a relatively new one and it even implements the newest morphing technology. Back in my day…”
“Yeah, I know. You were wearing costumes made out of foam and plastic foil. Now if you could excuse yourself, it’s still my room. And I don’t want to hear about that stupid con ever again. You’ll never talk me into this thing. Now, out.”

*****

“I just can’t believe you talked me into this thing…”
Terry chuckled from above the steering wheel. He was probably in only ten percent of people who still drove manual cars, while others were sitting in self-driving ones, treating their set of wheels like a cab. But not him. Even if he liked new technology, it didn’t mean that he had to abandon the older ones.
“We’re here.” He parked on the empty spot, already sensing belittling gazes from the strangers, because of his vehicle. If it is that bad, imagine if I drove a diesel car, he thought. They left the parking lot, before entering a rather massive castle, although not as big as in the movie. Terry smirked, touching his son with the elbow.
“What do you think? Are they compensating for something, hm?” He chuckled again, but Liam just rolled his eyes, groaning loudly. Even if Terry expected such a reaction, he just couldn’t miss that occasion.
They entered the courtyard filled with practically all of the characters from the series, but of course, more than half of the people were cosplaying as either Shrek or Fiona in either form. But unlike in the old days, none of them were wearing suits.
“Two collars?” A staff member approached them, pushing a cart with questionable items of clothing. While simple in design, they were packed with the newest technology, changing not only the appearance of the wearer but their minds as well. But luckily not completely, giving them enough conscience to remove or disable the collars.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Into what characters do you want me to program them, gentlemen?” The employee smiled, wide enough as his job description forced him to.
“Shrek for me and him, hm…” Terry said, before looking at Liam.
“Um… I think…” the son started, thinking deeply about his choice.
“He will take Fiona. He talks a lot about her and we already decided back in the car.” Terry grinned wide and apparently the employee didn’t care about his job enough to argue or wait any longer for their decision.
“Dad!”
“What. It will be fun?” He chuckled again, before reaching for his wallet. “How much do I…?”
“Oh, you were charged the moment you came inside. Have a good time, gentlemen” the employee nodded, before moving towards another group who needed help.
Terry sighed, still not used to this new system where everyone was scanned for their bank information. But it wasn’t the time or place to think about politics, now more than ready for the transformation.
Both father and son quickly snapped their devices around their necks and turned them on. They could feel a powerful and tickling surge of electricity traveling through their nerves. The color of their skin changed from pale to green, but it was the mildest of changes.
A gigantic belly formed around his stomach area, adding a lot of fat and muscles to other parts of his body, also removing all facial hair, not mentioning from the top of the head as well. The clothing morphed as well, into an incredibly dirty and rather smelly shirt and leather, way too small vest. 
Liam went into way larger changes since it involved switching the gender itself as well. Massive, heavy bosom popped out on the chest but was luckily covered by a long, bright green dress. The royal haircut adorned the usually uncombed head of the son, although there was still a bit of here and there under the nose.
“Woah, I will never get used to this…” Fiona watched her hands and rather thick fingers, before groping her tits, weighting them with her palms. But Liam was quickly losing control when the mind of the cartoon character quickly took over.
“Enough of that, dear. Let’s get out of this hall. It gives me so creepy vibes, staring at hundreds of me. Although it’s nice to see more of you…” he chuckled, quickly hit on the shoulder by his wife.
“Very funny. Look, a spa. Hopefully, they’ll have fresh mud there.” Fiona said, not taken aback by this whole strange situation. After all, somewhere deep in their minds they still remembered all of this was just part of the fun.
Once in the spa area, they noticed a lot of ‘themselves’ enjoying their mudbaths, often without any piece of clothing. They were taken to the one reserved for couples, having no more than two spots.
Fiona removed her dress, before thinking of what to do next. She suddenly winked at Shrek and giggled like a flirting teenager, taking off the rest of her undergarments. He could only look briefly at her rather sizeable breasts, with noticeable nipples in the middle of deep green areolas. The last thing he saw, was a gigantic, naked ass, submerged in the dense, brown matter.
“Heh” Shrek commented with his usual wit, also getting completely bare and jumping into the tub. “Cannonball!”
After he splashed a lot of the mud around the area, it seems that he wasn’t the first one who thought about this, judging by the state of this hall. Not caring about anything, he wrapped his arm around Fiona’s shoulder, eventually noticing a peculiar platter on the side.
“Oooh, baked onions. My favorite!” He picked one, while Terry’s mind was deeply suppressed the brain and wanted to make a joke about layers, but Shrek was too strong. He bit into the smelly vegetable, before passing the other one to his love.
They munched in silence when some strange noises came out from both of their bellies. Shrek looked down in shock, before smiling wife at Fiona, while she made the same expression. He finally let a most powerful, blaring burp out of wide opened maw, letting out an incredibly foul, hair-curling, and eye-watering smell, which would probably kill any plant in sight.
Fiona didn’t want to be the only one, behaving worse than a swine. Not only did she let out a longer and more vibrating sound, creating a green cloud of awful scent, but she also created a lot of popping bubbles in the mud with her other orifice, farting loudly beyond belief.
In any other marriage, it would probably end with one of them sleeping on the couch or balcony, but not the. They kissed deeply, with such passion as if they were in bed together for the first time. Not looking at anyone else in the hall, they thought only for themselves.
Fiona stood up, making her mud-covered breasts visible again to Shrek, who didn’t mind any dirt in his mouth, licking and sucking on her nipples. His broad and incredibly hard shaft emerged out of the brown depths, with an incredibly red and meaty tip. Fiona gladly sat on it, moaning in delight when it spread her inner walls.
She jumped up and down on him, making her sizeable bosom bounce heavily with each motion of her wide hips. Shrek wrapped his massive hands around her waist, penetrating her pussy with all his might. They kissed together once again, sharing their fluids and mud too.
The minds of father and son were so suppressed, only they mattered in this steamy situation. They loved each other deeply, sharing their pleasure, mating like they didn’t mate for long years. Finally, Shrek quicked his movements, suddenly releasing gigantic amounts of the thick, sticky, and hot cum into her hairy and needy cunt. They embraced each other, not wanting this moment to end, taking deep breaths and looking into each other eyes.
“Um, excuse me…”
Taken aback and slightly annoyed, Shrek looked behind him, seeing two strange characters, a male and a female hippopotamus.
“Got room for two more?”