DILF Elixir

It was mid-morning, and Trent was still resting in bed. He had no work, no plans, no responsibilities, except for sleep. That is, until he was rudely awoken by the curtains in the room being thrown open, and his boisterous husband bouncing onto the bed beside him. "Get up, sleepyhead" Frank cooed with a sharp prod.

"Mmm, noooo," Trent mumbled. "Sleep..."

"Don't you know what day it is?"

"Sunday," he grumbled. "The day of rest... So let me rest!" He dug himself under the covers further.

"It's not just any old Sunday. It's..."

"I'unno... S'not my birthday... Not yours..." Suddenly, he jolted upwards. "Fuck, it's not our anniversary, is it? It can't be..."

"No, of course not." Frank laughed. "Bit worrying you forgot we married in the winter... No, it's Father's Day!"

"Father's Day? You woke me up for that!? Our dads suck, you know that!"

Trent chucked a pillow at Frank, who only laughed at his partner's tantrum. "Well, I suppose I should just get rid of this then," he said, dangling a small bottle just teasingly out of reach.

Trent stared at the vial, a little confused, until his eyes widened in recognition of the shimmering blueish contents within. "Oh shit," he muttered. "Is that...? You didn't..."

"I did!" Frank announced proudly. "The one and only DILF elixir. I noticed it was on sale recently, and I thought we could have a little fun. I could only order one, though. So we'll have to decide who-"

"You drink it."

"You don't want to think about it?"

"Noooo, I want you to be my sexy daddy for the day." Trent pouted, and looked up at him with his big eyes that could make his husband fall for anything.

There was no arguing with that. With one swift motion, Frank uncorked the round vial, and downed the contents in a single gulp. Then he stood back, and held his arms out, ready for the magic to happen.

It came in waves, each impact adding more pounds onto him. His chest broadening with muscle and a good dosage of fat, his stomach even moreso as it pushed itself ever outwards. His thighs jiggled as they grew into thick hams, topped off by a rounded, hefty ass that squished up against his tightening underwear. His body hair was next to thicken up, sprouting across his chest and stomach in bountiful patterns. It rolled up his shoulders, and scattered across his back. His usually groomed stubble lengthened until a short, dense beard covered his rounder cheeks, and chin, his jawline having gotten lost in a layer of fat. His hair was next to go, patches of it thinning until a sizable bald patch spread across the back of his scalp, leaving his hairline relatively intact, if an inch higher. The dark color drained from his newly formed beard, turning it a steel gray that also leapt to his temples and to the center of his chest hair. With a final wave, multiple lines criss-crossed his face, leaving him scarred by the talons of maturity. With a loud growl, Frank reached down and tore his underwear off of his flabby body, his stubby, hard dick bouncing as it was freed from captivity, cheered on by Trent who had watched the entire spectacle with a massive grin, eager to get his hands on the newly minted daddy.

Frank spun around to a mirror, recoiling on reflex at the stranger who was reflected back. Not a stranger, he thought with slight despair. He actually bore an uncanny resemblance to his own father. A man he didn't exactly have a great relationship with. Although there were differences between the two men, his short, gray beard for one. His thinning hair was darker, if more sparse. He was also a smidgen taller, and much slimmer, even with the hefty belly he now possessed. In fact, the more he focused on the differences, the less he saw his father in his appearance. He could see himself. A good thirty years or so older, but still himself. Frank cracked a smile, adding deeper lines to his already craggy face, then turned back to his husband, who had crawled out from the covers, ready for some lovemaking. He strode towards the bed, and laid next to him, posing seductively. "So how do I look?" He purred in a rumbling bass that made both their hearts leap.

Trent reached over, and stroked his partner's salt and pepper chest hair, then reached up and tilted Frank's gray-stained chin upwards with a smile. "You look over the hill," he cooed with a grin. "Well past your prime."

Frank's smile deflated. "Hey," He snapped in faux outrage. "C'mere, you lil' whippersnapper, I'll teach you not to be rude to your elders!" With surprising dexterity, he swooped Trent up, and dragged him into a tight embrace.

"Hey!" Trent cried, trying to squirm away from the older bear. "Get off, you're all sweaty!"

"I'm sorry," Frank said. "I thought this is what you wanted. A big, bulky, sweaty, old man to tussle with!" He gave it a few more beats until they both devolved into laughter, and made up with a short kiss.

"Ooh," Trent said with a shiver. "You feel so much rougher now. It's almost like I'm kissing a stranger. It feels a little taboo..."

Stranger. That was how Frank felt. Compared to his usual self, he felt cumbersome, and weary. But also powerful, and seasoned. Ready for action, even if that little tussle had worn him out. As he gazed into his partner's eyes, now a man several decades younger than he was, he couldn't help but feel a little insecure. "So, for real this time. How do I look?"

"You look beautiful, hon. Manly, mature, distinguished even. The potion lived up to its name, because you are a major DILF. A daddy I would definitely love to fuck." Trent gave him another quick kiss before reaching over, and squeezing his ass cheeks. "Oooh, I can't wait to pound those meaty cheeks into submission."

"Now hang on," Frank grumbled. "I'm your elder now, I'm the dominant daddy, and it's Father's Day. I should be the one fucking your ass, and asserting my dominance as the man of the house."

"Oh honey," Trent chuckled. "Don't you want to be the mentor, the caring man who teaches little inexperienced ol' me how to fuck like a real man, giving me tips and affirmations while I tease your hole to perfection?"

"Well, we have the whole day until the elixir wears off. Maybe longer," Frank chuckled. He scratched at his prickly beard, wondering just how long it lasted. The guy never said, just that it would be a while. "So there's plenty of time to try all the scenarios we can think of."

"Okay, I suppose I can be versatile for the day,"

"But," Frank added with authoritarian in his voice. "Seeing as I bought the elixir, and I drank it too, I should get first dibs on the roleplay scenario. So you're going to be a good boy, and you're going to treat me to a wonderful Father's Day by sucking your daddy's cock, getting it all nice and ready for me to teach you the wonders of being a submissive bottom for a mature, dominant, man such as myself."

Trent opened his mouth to argue, but seeing his husband's serious face, exaggerated by age to a stern, commanding figure, was enough to make him give in. "Okay..." He sighed, shuffling off the bed, and sliding down to Frank's hard dick, grasping it with a hand.

"Okay, what?"

"Ugh... Okay, daddy!"

"That's a good boy," Frank growled, giving Trent a solid pat on the back. Maybe he should think about making this a yearly tradition.