Which is fine! Good even! Itās just- Heās started to look and act like them tooā¦ I called him out on it and he just said āI donāt know what you mean kiddo?ā I donāt know what to doā¦
He sat on your couch drinking his coffee āMorning Kiddo, whatāre your plans today?ā As if he were a father questioning his son. āBabe we were going to go out for dinner tonight remember? And since when am I kiddo?ā He had forgotten all about your plans āSorry Kiddo, forgot completely and agreed to host a BBQ for the neighbor hood dads tonight. You wouldnāt mind going shopping and getting some stuff will you? Daddy has to start preppingā you couldnāt believe it, the man you were going to marry soon completely forgetting about your plans and choosing to hang out with your neighbors over you. You were pissed and without saying a word turned around and slammed the door as you walked to your car.
You didnāt know where you were going but you knew you werenāt staying here till things changed. You hopped in your car and started driving when you heard a *POP* noise. Looking out your window to find that your rear tire had popped. Not even a block away from your house, you felt trapped. Your neighbor outside walked over to the car offering so assistance. āLooks like your in a pickle Kid, need some help?ā You stared at the bigger man and just sighed āYes I need help but Iām not a kidā¦ Iām 25 and work a full time job, Iām engaged an own a house yet everyone sees me as a kidā your neighbor gave a devious smirk as he reached his hand out ālet me help you with your problems thenā you just looked at him before agreeing and shaking his hand, realizing this was your best bet to get away for the time being.
As your hands linked you felt a jolt of energy down your spine. Your body quickly starting to twitch, unable to move anything but your eyes. You stared at your neighbor as he smiled at you. Rage filled your brain yet you had no way to release it, your neighbor seemed to understand though just by looking at you āNo need to be angry, itāll all be better soonā. The first change that you felt was the weight of your body increasing heavily as if youād gained hundreds of pounds in seconds swiftly followed by your vision raising higher as if youād grown a few inches. Still unable to look fully down and move. Next your memories started to be rewritten. No longer in your head were you the 25 year old twink about to be married. No, you were now the 45 year old bear in a gainer-feeder relationship whoād lived in this neighborhood with his partner for years.
Years of memoryās rewrote to fit a narrative you never lived yet somehow remembered vividly. Your husband spent his working out and hanging out with the men of the neighbor hood at the gym. You and their husbands on the other hand worked full time jobs coming home and eating food filed with calories. To the men you were nothing more than pigs that made them look better by comparison, but you didnāt mind. You enjoyed the attention from your husband and wouldnāt change a thing. You loved your new life as a bear in the suburbs living with his jock feeder.
Everyone was playing the new life simulator game online. All you had to do was upload a photo of yourself to the site and youād suddenly find an avatar just like yourself in the game. You thought it was cool being able to do things you couldnāt do in real life. But like all games youāll start to get bored sooner or later. It had been a few months since your last log in and you decided to look and see if anything had changed. Looks like you left your avatar idle for a few too many years and he gained a few hundred pounds, wet himself and farted his brains out staining the only piece of clothing to grow with him. The once 22 year old jock bro avatar now a 46 year old obese gassy pig still wearing the same stupid helmet you left him in. You suddenly looked down at your massive beer gut before lifting a leg *BRAPPPPPPPPP* looks like with your new found weight youād have more than enough time to play again ;)
A clean cut, straight, star student jock happens to smell the fart of a chubby gamer boy nerd and is utterly entranced by the smell, debasing himself for more chances to smell the loser nerds farts, eventually embracing being a fellow loser and bulking up and abandoning his sense of hygiene
Tony snapped a pic of himself in the gym mirror, admiring the muscles he had been cultivating for years, both in high school and now college, to be in and stay in proper shape for the Football Team. By his second year of college, he was the star quarterback and was already getting scouted for after graduation. The position made him popular with everyone on campus as he continued to lead the team to the championships. Faculty loved him, recruiters loved him, his bros looked up to him, and the ladies wanted to be with him. Already keeping himself as clean and perfect as he could (muscles, looks, smells) helped his perfect image and ego, the constant praise from everyone was a massive ego boost!
What wasn't an ego boost was the fact that Tony was having to take Health & Exercise 101 in his third year of college now. Between his jumpstart into football and business classes, his stupid advisor forgot to schedule him for the required course. So now, he found himself amongst a bunch of nobodies struggling to pick up a weight and unable to keep proper form. Losers, all of them. But not him, not Tony. He was perfect.
"Mr. DeMarcos, if you don't mind, the rest of the class is ready to begin," an annoyed voice called out to Tony. His professor, Coach Helkin. Tony didn't like the middle-aged balding man, and the dislike was mutual. Helkin was always condescending to Tony, making it a point to take jabs at Tony if he was late or an assignment wasn't perfect, probably jealous of Tony's popularity. "And I know other professors may let you do as you please on campus, but in my class we keep out phones put away and actually pay attention."
Tony rolled his eyes and threw his phone in his pocket before walking over to the group surrounding Mr. Helkin. The group stood before a series of lifting benches with barbells resting above them. Tony looked at the barbells with how much weight they had affixed and just chuckled, especially at the thought of these losers even trying to lift it.
Apparently, the lesson for today was on proper form and safety in using the lifting bench, something Tony had already been doing for years. Coach Helkin droned on how to hold your arms, how to take breaks, needing a spotter... yada yada yada... Tony tuned out the old man, instead thinking of one of the cheerleaders who flirted with him at the end of the last game. Her plump lips, her nice curves, her perky butt...
*CLAP!* A loud sound and sudden movement broke Tony away from his daydream. Coach Helkin had clapped his hands together right in front of Tony's face. "Mr. DeMarcos! Welcome back to my class. Now if you would please join Mr. Askew at the remaining bench to practice. I wanna see simple, clean reps. Proper form. And no extra weights."
As Tony looked, it seemed as if everyone else had already paired of and begun practiced lifting the barbell. Most of them struggled with the lightweight lift, while taking slow and simple. As Coach Helkin started walking off to keep an eye on everyone, his "workout partner" remained. A shorter nerdy-looking guy, brown hair, glasses, kinda mousy, noodle arms and some definite chub around his belly.
"Hi. My name's Stuart. I'm looking forward to uhh... trying this out with you." The nerd stammered as the duo walked over to the remaining bench. Tony could already see slight pit stains on the nerd's shirt and the faint oniony smell of sweat. "Sure Stu... Name's Tony. Why don't I show you how it's done?"
Tony swiftly laid down on the bench and got himself positioned underneath the barbell. "Just stand behind me and look like your helping so Coach Helkin doesn't get mad at me," he said while snickering at the nerd. "O-oh... okay... and the name's Stuart by the way." Stuart moved to the head of the bench and Tony smelt a similar onion scent, his nose wrinkling at the smell.
"Now watch and learn Stu!" Tony quickly began to lift the barbell over and over, showing off how easy it was and quickly surpassing the number of reps required for class. "Ummm... Tony I think y-you finished your turn. Shouldn't I-" Stuart clutched his stomach and a loud gurgle sounded out. He turned around in discomfort, bending over slightly as the gurgling grew louder. "Oh... I think that extra cheesy meat lover's pizza isn't agreeing with me," Stuart groaned. Tony too busy showing off didn't notice his workout partner's pain nor the nerd butt looming near his head. Another loud gurgle sounded out from Stuart's stomach before...
*PFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTT* *PBBBBBLLLLLLLLTTTTT*
Two wet, meaty farts blasted out of Stuart's nerd butt right into Tony's face. And unfortunately for the jock, he was just taking a deep breath between pushes. Tony got a full breath of the rank gas, a stench of old cheese and meat, it was like he was eating the pizza himself. Tony was used to athlete funk but this was far worse than he had ever experienced and could help but cough trying to get oxygen into his lungs.
As Tony began choking on the stench, Stuart, now red-faced and embarrassed, quickly began try apologizing before running off to the gym locker room. As the nerd ran away, Tony looked up ready to punch the loser in the face but his fury faded quickly... instead he saw the fat nerd ass bouncing away... and he wanted to be angry, enraged... but found himself staring before Stu disappeared from view.
Tony quickly got up from his coughing position on the ground, ignoring Coach Helkin's heckling about loudly dropping the weights and headed towards the locker room. It was almost that smell of old cheese and meat was a trail becokoning him forth. Reaching the door, Tony continued to hear *PBBBBLLLTTTT* *PFFFFTT* *PFFFFFFTTTTTT* echoing inside. The sound was strangely music to his hears and the locker room smelled better than it had.
"Hey uh Stu... uhhh Stuart, you in here?" Tony entered into the miasma of stink inside the locker room, now a complete cloud of fartfunk... and Tony couldnt help but take a deep breath as his pants started to tent up. Stepping in, the jock found the nerd quickly packing his bag as his plump... sexy ass... continued to spew farts. Stuart gasped at the jock's sudden appearance, "Ah! I'm s-sorry! It was a complete acc-cident! I would n-never...." Stuart's scared face faded into confusion as he began to watch Tony huff up more and more of the continued ass blasts. "Wha-what are you doing?"
Tony realized what was happening and quickly stopped sniffing those his reddened cheeks and pitched tent told the entire story. "Uhhhh... I'm just-" Tony tried to say, before taking in the full sight of the nerd. His cute chubby belly, his nerdy glasses, that fat ass, the dorky sweat, and those rank rank farts...
*PBBBLLLLLTTTTTT* Stuart let out another gassy blast, this time with a smirk. "You like that don't you?" The nerd's question elicited a whimper from Tony. "Normally, I try to watch when I eat my favorite meat lover's triple cheese pizza, but I forgot I had this class today. But it seems maybe that was the right thing to do." Stuart let out a chuckle, wiggling his nerd butt in the jock's direction, before releasing another gassy blast.
Tony couldn't takes his eyes off the ass. It was like the gas itself was holding his face in place and forcing him to sniff. He tried to think of the cheerleader before, her lips, her curves, her perky butt... to no avail. All he could see now was this dork. His dorky glasses, his chubby form, his FAT ASS! He wanted it all...
*PFFFFTTT PBLLLLTTTT* "Why don't you come over here and give it a big sniff Tony?" Stuart's face was smug and excited seeing the jock drop to his knees. Watching him crawl on his perfectly muscled arms and legs to the fat cheeks and take a big huff of the fumes. At that moment, it was if Tony's brain was entirely re-written. Any image of slutty cheerleader was replaced with that of every nerd throughout his time. He thought of hanging out with them, fucking them, huffing up all their stink... being just like them. "You know, I have more of that pizza in my dorm. And it would be cool to hangout with you. See you later Tony." Stuart gave Tony a wink as he left taking his gym bag and fartfunk with him. Tony sat there, continuing to huff the remaining stink as his gym shorts grew more and more wet.
*LATER THAT NIGHT*
Tony, after cleaning himself up and quickly fleeing from class, tried his hardest to resist the dork's offer. But resist he couldn't. His mind was just filled with images of Stuart. His boner had been persistent for the remainder of the day and only one thing seemed to bring relief. Which is why he found himself standing outside the simple dorm room. Inside he heard the sound of video games and the occasional munch on food. Tony shivered at the thought and gave a curt knock on the door.
"It's open!" the nerd's voice called out. As the door opened, a loud *PBBBBBBBLLLLLTTTTTT* rung through the air as Tony's eyes landed on the Perfect form of Stuart. Relaxing on the bed, eating away at the greasy pizza, there sat the gassy nerd.
As the fresh fart funk filled the already fetid messy room, Tony couldn't help himself in flying into the dorm room, slamming the door behind him. The thing that had entranced him now bellowed the most PERFECT pungent gas and he had to sniff it up! Tony wedged his face in between the nerd's cheeks to Stuart's surprise.
"Woah! Heheh calm down man. There's plenty more where that came from." Tony whined at the comment as Stuart scrunched up his face and pushed.
Stuart leaned back, taking a breath from the long butt blasts, hearing Tony continue to huff and seeing a sticky wet patch grow on both the bed and the gym shorts. Stuart chuckled, "I bet an athlete like you also has some gas pent up too. All that protein has gotta go somewhere." He gave Tony a knowing look, that elicited a blush from the jock. Tony scrunched his face before *PBBBBBLLLLLTTT* a pungent wet blast erupted from his toned posterior. Stuart returned with a deep sniff of Tony's stink and let out a content sigh. "You know, I have been looking for a new roommate... and maybe boyfriend?" *PFFFFTTT* Tony's eyes filled with lust. "That sounds... perfect. Can I have some pizza?" Tony smirked.
Stuart's neighbors for the remainder of the evening heard a cacophony of gassy blasts and laughter over video game music and the stench emanating from the room kept anyone from snooping.
As the school year progressed, Tony stopped showing up to football practices and attending any parties. His usual crowd couldn't find him anywhere. But for Stuart and his friends, they had a great time introducing Tony to their favorite video games and tabletop games.
Tony also learned how fun it was to not have his strict routine of workouts and dieting and practice. How it was so much more fun to just relax and play video games and eat what wants. To avoid showering and instead just hangout with his friends. His body began to grow alongside his new boyfriend Stuart. His "perfect jock" form turning into his own actually perfect chubby nerdy body. And all that new food and binge eating bloated him nearly everyday.
Their now shared room grew into a mess of trash and pizza boxes and used underwear lying around. The smell was that of eggy, cheesy farts and onion-scented sweat and grease. But they were a happy pair of chubby gassy nerds. This was the perfect life for Tony.
When scrolling social media I've started seeing more and more lanky guys with insanely small waists.. I've always been insecure about my weight so could you help me achieve what they have ideally without developing an eating disorder?
So youāre insecure about your weight and want to achieve an insanely small waist without developing an eating disorder? Well Iāll attempt to help you but may have to have some fun myself. Letās start by possessing you and taking a look at what Iām working with.
Man such a hot bodyā¦ and youāre insecure about it? If you donāt want it Iāll gladly take it from ya haha but thatās besides the point. Well Iāll definitely have to change that but first letās look at these guys you keep seeing hmm first letās look at Snap. Your most recent message is from a ginger twink named Kyle, letās take a look at the photo.
Yea heās definitely skinny and a handsome dude but I donāt see why you feel the need to compare yourself to him. But I have a plan in mind already but letās look around a little more. Next letās check your instagram. The first post I see upon opening your page is from Submissive_Sammy1997 and heās yet another twink.
Im starting to think you have a thing for twinks and they just happen to make up majority of your feeds. But just for safe keeping let me do one last check on your Twitter to see. Swiping open the app and shocker itās BubbLevi_Butt and itās yet another skinny man this time with a huge butt. Hmmm I think Iāve cemented what Iāll change and it should be a simple fix.
First off Iām changing your body but not to much cause your already hot dude. I get wanting a skinny waist so you feel confident but I think once Iām done you feel confident either way. So letās start by growing you 150 pounds so youāre still a handsome cub but your waist is a bit bigger for your sake (and mine) and donāt worry youāll understand why in a minute hehe ;)
Second off Iām changing your type, no longer will you be attracted to twinks. No now all youāll crave is the warmth provided by bigger men.
And third and final change is a huge one, Iām using all the power I can to change the ideal male body type. No longer shall men try and achieve a tiny body, no now they wish to show off their big gassy bellyās. Men around the world should wish to become incredible, hairy, gassy beast.
*FLASH*
Alright, letās take a look at your phone again. First letās check on Kyle and looks like heās happier than ever showing off his growing stomach and posting farting videos to his IG story. Looks like youāre chubbing up just looking at him so I consider that a success.
Next is Sammy who now prefers Samuel as he feels it presents him to be older. Samuel now weighs at least 350 pounds and god does he look better than before showing off that hulking gut. I know you wish to use it as a pillow donāt you :)
Finally letās take one last look at Levi. And just like the others Levi seems to have ballooned up. No longer does he post about his Bubble butt. Now he post about his bubbly gut. Thatās right he now prides himself in his burps and farts and has even gone as far to making a living off simply rubbing his stomach and farting. Your rock hard there buddy and I donāt blame you I think itās incredibly hot as well.
Well looks like your enjoying your new body and no longer are you insecure of your bigger stature. Now you feel like you fit in donāt you? Finally living in a world where every man looks like you and no longer is the word ātwinkā a know one. Bigger Is better and I hope your new life allows you to understand :)
This fat redneck wearing overalls just walked up to me insisting I'm his son. Can you get him to stop bothering me?
*sigh* "why do I always get the crazies...." I mutter under my breath. "Yeah, I'll go talk to him."
I walk into the other room and close the door behind me, obscuring your view.
"Sir, I can't have you disturbing our customers."
You hear the faint conversation through the door.
"Wait, what are you doing. Sto-"
*Thud*
"Please don't!"
My voice suddenly becomes muffled.
"Oh god, what is happening to me?"
You hear the sound of me stumbling around the room.
"Why does this feel.... So good."
My voice is barely recognizable as it starts to become deep and gruff.
"Ohhh... Fuck yeah, I feel so fucking strong."
All you hear is grunting and growling from the other side of the door. Then, all of a sudden, the door busts open.
I squeeze through the door, struggling to fit my broad shoulders through the door frame. I tower over you, my hairy chest is at your eye level, giving you prime view of my hulking body. As your head tilts up to meet me eye to eye, you see my magnificent beard, it radiates more masculinity than you can comprehend.
"Just had a word with pops back there," I say in a thick southern accent, "since talkin' clearly ain't workin' for ya, he says I get to deal with ya myself."
I grab the back of your head and pull you in. You try to pull away, but I don't budge. I lift my other arm and stuff your face into my armpit. You hold your breath as you desperately try to push yourself away from me, but it's no use, it only delays the inevitable.
"You're gonna have to breathe in eventually boy." I chuckle as I rub your face deeper into my pit.
After a few more seconds, you take a deep breath through your nose. You recoil at the musky smell, but I hold you in for a bit longer and make sure you get a few more whiffs.
"That should teach ya a lesson." I say as I let you go.
You quickly spring backward, stumbling to the other side of the room.
"What did you do to me!?" You yell at me as you struggle to catch your balance.
"You'll see..."
You start to feel a tingle in your face when suddenly, thick hairs begin to sprout above your lip, forming a small mustache. You slowly bring your hand up to your face and brush your finger along the wiry hairs.
"Ah! What the fuck?"
The sensation is quickly followed by an intense itchiness that engulfs the lower half of your face as short hairs emerge along your skin, creating a patchy five o'clock shadow. Then your sharp jawline starts to melt into a soft double chin, making your face look even more unkempt than it was before.
And if that wasn't bad enough, you watch as hair starts to fall from your head in clumps, making your hairline recede a couple inches and thinning the rest.
"There's the family resemblance."
I put a baseball cap on your head to hide the hairline.
"Get used to wearin' these, you'll need em." I let out a hearty laugh.
"This... This... Is..." You stutter.
"It's feels great, don't it. Just let it happen boy!"
You start to groan and grunt as your voice begins to deepen. You grab your stomach in pain, then, your stomach suddenly shoots out into a sizable beer belly.
*Uuurrrrppppp!* You let out a nasty burp while your shirt slowly rides up your gut.
A satisfied look takes over your face as you slowly rub your new belly. You're so distracted that you barely notice when your pecs inflate into round man tits that are barely contained by your tiny shirt.
"Bro... Urrrp... I'm getting so ripped."
You chuckle as you flex your arms, barely showing the muscle underneath a layer of fat. Meanwhile, curly hairs begin to sprout all over your body. You're still a far way away from being as hairy as your older bro, but most men dream to be as hairy as you. Hair starts poking out above your shirt collar and over your shoulders while they spread across your exposed belly. That's not even mentioning the forest of hair covering your back.
"Do ya think these pants make me look fat?" You say with a deep southern twang.
"Quite yer' whinin', they look fine."
I give you a slap on the shoulder, sending you off balance. Meanwhile, your pants are on the verge of ripping. The button is holding on for dear life as your fat ass strains the fabric. It only gets worse when the bulge in your pants starts to grow. You try to adjust it, but it only gets worse as your dick starts to snake down your pants leg.
"Oouuugghhh fuck!" You moan as your transformation slows.
"Now that's a man that'll make this family proud!"
"Y'think so?"
"You're built like a real breeder, like me an' pops." I slap you on the gut. "Now why don't you come have a word with me an' pops, we got somethin' to tell ya."
If there's one thing you gotta know about me, it's that I always watch out for the little guy. I love all of the outcasts and so-called 'losers' in my life, partly because they are often more interesting people than the kind of people who mock them. Adversity can be a crucible of sorts that often produces lovely things like determination, humor, or excellent stories. However, the main reason I watch out for the downtrodden is simply because wherever they are, a decadent meal is sure to follow.
You see, I'm a bit of a Trickster. If you want to be technical about it, I'm a karmically-oriented situationally ontokentic polymorphic entity. Basically, I'm a vampire that gets off on punishing assholes instead of drinking blood. If I see you treating someone poorly, I can reshape your life to repay the universe for the bad vibes you've put out there. I can also reshape my body at will, but that's exhausting, so I prefer to stay in the form of this big, fat, hairy bear of a man who's life I stole a couple years ago. I turned him into my new dog after I saw him kicking his own pup. Don't worry, the other dog, Pedro, doesn't hold a grudge. He loves humping his former owner and now fellow pet.
Anyway, I've got my eye out for a particular asshole. This old fucker at the gym a friend of mine went to. This guy is hogging the equipment, harassing women, and loudly mocking any man that dares to stray too far from his twisted vision of masculinity. This is my third day popping in for a half hearted walk on the treadmill, and he hasn't shown up yet. I hate having to wait this long on a hunt after I've decided on a target, but this guy seemed worth it.
When I spotted him in the locker room, I knew I had my man. Six and a half feet tall, jacked and hairy with a small yet noticable musclegut. A full white beard and close cropped hair framed his grumpy face. From his tan face and more than merely ornamental muscles, I could tell that he was the kind of guy who spent a lot of time laboring outside. He was deep on the far end of middle aged, a couple decades older than my current body's former owner, though I've actually walked this world for centuries before he was born.
I won't deny it, my quarry was very attractive. I've tried on many different faces and identities, but I always tend to gravitate towards masculinity. Dudes fuckin' other dudes is a classic combo, in my opinion. Men also just tend to suck more often, which is perfect for sating my more unusual hungers. I could tell from a deep reading of his aura that my target didn't share my view on men. Also because of what ol' grumpus said when he caught me staring
"Eyes to yourself, you fat fuck. We don't like cocksuckers at this establishment." He glared down at me sitting down on the lockerroom bench.
"Hey man, I don't want any trouble," I lied, "A guy in my D&D group said I should check this place out. Are you a regular here?"
I decided to wear a pokemon t-shirt to the gym and drop D&D into the conversation, partly because I do play both, but also because I was trying to bait out a bully. Nothing is more tantalizing to an old school bully than a nerd.
"Damn, son. You really are a loser, aren't you? I'm Hank, Hank Summers, and I basically run this gym." He said, clearly uninterested in offering his hand in greeting. "I should show you a thing or two about the order of things around here. Meet me in the back room and I can show you a thing or two about how a real man works out."
I pretended to look scared and quietly nod. In any other situation, I would assume such an offer would mean at least one of us would be getting fucked and/or sucked. I knew that thought wasn't also on Hank's mind, but I still smiled as he walked away because that was still going to be happening. Hank had been top dog too long and had no idea what he'd gotten into. I got up, and followed him into the main room, past the machines, to a door in the back. He opened it to a studio with mats on the floor, and closed the door behind us.
"Alright, kid, get down and start doing push ups. I'll watch and correct your form, 'cause I know you're gonna mess it up." He said, pointing down to the floor.
That's when I threw aside the mock fear, and laughed at him. "My form is just fine, 'sir', I think *you* are the one who's form needs fixing, bud!"
The anger that flared in those hateful eyes was better than any appetizer I could order at a restaurant. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and twisted it as he pulled me in to drill me down with his eyes. I felt his breath on my face and could smell his natural body odor. When his fingers brushed against my collarbone, I knew I had hit the jackpot. I could take the measure of a man the moment he laid his hands on me, and ol' Hank here had been in karmic debt for some time.
"What the fuck did you say to me you f****t?" He said, spittle flying onto my face. "Boy, you're gonna pay for that lip of yours!"
I saw him raising his hand to strike me, so I snapped my left hand. He instantly froze in position, those big strong muscles of his useless in resisting my power. His eyes still moved and his face strained to shift his expression from indignation to fear. I could have frozen everything, including his thoughts, but I like it when my little projects know what is happening to them. I love the way their fear tastes.
"Now, that's better. Just stay nice and still for me." I said, as I slipped out of my shirt, still stuck in his grasp. "Let's see what I'm working with."
I lifted up on my toes to meet his mouth as I kissed him deeply. I sensed his anger, a quiet, pained moan rumbling from deep inside him. I felt the growl as I wrapped my arms around his big, hairy barrel chest, knowing that he was unable to do anything to stop me. My tongue entered his mouth, as I reached out to taste his history. I drank deep as decades unspooled in his mouth, and I saw the events that made Hank Summers the man he was today. Two failed marriages, substance abuse, falling into conservative internet groups, popularity in college and highschool that led to an inflated ego that feels threatened by anything different than him. I saw slights, asshole decisions, and some actual crimes as I tallied them all. None of his life circumstances excused his sins, of course. Honestly, they all made for a lovely cocktail that had so much I could work with. That I could take away.
I broke away from the kiss, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, lingering on the taste of his refreshing tragedy of a life. I snapped my fingers to give Hank back control of his head.
"YOU FAT FUCKING FREAK! YOU ARE DEAD! HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS? HEY, I NEED HELP IN HERE!" He screamed, flailing his head around, though the rest of his body remained still, wound to attack an invisible person in his left fist.
"Shut up, you bitch!" I shouted, loud enough for him to hear through his own yells. "No one can hear you, I made sure of it. You've lived quite the life Hank Summers. So many opportunities handed to you, and you squandered most of them. What a waste you are!"
Hank wised up enough to shut up and listen. He managed to cover up the fear in his face, but I knew from his eyes that his reality was fracturing. It was time for me to dig into the main course and break apart his world completely. I snapped my left hand again.
Hank's dick strained in his athletic shorts as it instantly became more erect than it had in years. He began panting profusely as an entirely new sexuality downloaded into his head in seconds. All of the homoerotic gym culture, dude bro aesthetics, and so-called 'traditional masculinity' this man had seeped himself in for decades swirled inside of him as subtext became text and his body rewired itself to crave intimacy with other men. He moaned a bit as he looked down at me, though the anger remained the dominant expression on his face. I brushed the tip of his dick with my hand and felt a small wet spot of precum form at my touch. I got down on my knees and removed the wrapper from my next treat.
"No, no, no, stop! What are you doing?" Hank said, now genuinely fearful and suddenly also quite desperate. "I'm not a fuckin' fairy! You can't...uuuggghhhhh, oooohhhh...fuckkkkk..."
His moans betrayed his indignation as I worked his shaft. Ripples of energy coursed through Hanks body, as his muscles flexed and his bones shuddered, sensing imminent change. In less than 30 seconds, Hank began to orgasm from the best blowjob he had ever received. I greedy swallowed down his cum, which was infused with the very thing Hank treasured most about his body, it's size and strength. His muscles each deflated like a quickly consumed juice pouch, his flesh stretching back into place, more like rubber than the skin of a man in his 60s. His entire body compressed as his entire frame gently shifted to reduce in size. As I chugged the nearly endless jizz from his 7 inch dick, I lowered my head down to meet it's new height. Hank lost inch by inch of height, as 6'6" became 6'2" became 5'8". The nice layer of fat on his muscles began to collect into clumps, preventing his body from being anything you might call 'thin', though I knew I'd want to plump him up more soon. His dick began to retreat from my mouth, though not because it was softening. He lost almost half of its length as his moans raised a bit in pitch, the geometry of his throat changing. I eventually felt the stream of cum become a trickle as he stopped changing in height, now at a mere 5'1", still as far away from the average male height as before, only in the opposite direction.
I smacked my lips as I stood up, invigorated by the stolen strength. There is nothing like taking away the one thing that a man has that makes him believe he is superior to those around him. My own body grew several inches in height as it began to digest Hank's stolen mass. I was definitely fatter than Hank had been, though the stolen muscle made me look like a massive powerlifter. I glanced over at myself in a mirror on the wall, and while I was really hot like this, I knew I'd be able to return to my usual, comfortable shape and size later. Hank's eyes followed me as I got to my feet, now looking up at me for the first time.
"Oh, God. How did you...why did I like...oh shit!" He said as he noticed the difference in height between us. "What the fucking hell is going on! What kind of demon are you?"
"Not technically a demon, Hank. I'm just someone who doesn't like bullies, and unlike the rest of your many victims, I have the power to do something about it. I'm going to reshape you into what you despise, and you're going to hate that you love it. Now that you're so cute and small, I'd say you're less of a threat. Here, you can move again."
I snapped my fingers yet again to release the hold on him, as Hank's fist crumpled harmlessly into my chest and his body tumbled into my much larger arms. I wrapped those arms around him, holding him down the old fashioned way as he futilely struggled to escape my grasp. His yells were muffled by my hairy chest as his head was stuck between my meaty man tits.
"That's enough, Hank. I think it's time to introduce you to a new version of yourself. You're outdated, old man, but I can fix that. I just need to rewind your tape."
I lugged the small man in my grasp over towards the mirror as I snapped my fingers once more. The changes in his body started much more subtly than before, as years fell away from him. I turned Hank around and picked him up so that he could get a look at his face as the wrinkles around his eyes smoothed over. Silent for once, he stared in fascination and horror as his white beard began to darken to black. As he lost decades, the memories of the fleeing years grew dim as they filtered to the back of his mind. Tattoos and scars disappeared from his naked body, their stories unwinding alongside the rest of his long and miserable life. His body hair darkened as it also grew a little more sparse, though Hank had apparently always been somewhat hirsute. His body travelled back over three decades before I stopped the process in his mid 20s, the usual age of men that Hank liked to harass at the gym, believing they needed his advice. I set down the small naked man who now looked nearly ten years younger than myself. He was stunned, looking at himself in the gym mirror and touching his own face and body.
I gave him a moment to take it all in before I grabbed around his belly from behind and said, "Holy shit, Hank! You're such a cute bear cub now! I could just gobble you up. Metaphorically speaking, of course! Though I bet I could literally eat you as well."
Hank paled at my laugher from the comment, though didn't try to get away again. He looked up at me through the mirror and said with a higher, less confident voice, "What have you done to me? I'm weak, now! No one will take me serious like this."
"Not in the gym, no. I'm sure you'll be a hit at the queer run game store in town though." I put my hands on his shoulders and applied a little pressure. "Alright, boy, I drained you, now I'm gonna fill you up. Get on your knees."
I pressed down as Hank dropped on command, broken by my power. I walked in front of him, pulled off my own athletic shorts, and sat down on a bench right beside the mirror. I beckoned Hank forward and directed him to my hearty, though not enormous, cock.
"Suck it, boy," I demanded.
"N-no...I-I won't," the young Hank said, mustering up a last strain of defiance. His eyes locked onto my hairy crouch like a dog locks onto a treat.
"Don't give me that, cub," I chided, putting my hand to the back of his head. "I know you want it, you just need one last push."
I shoved his mouth onto my pole, and the first drop of precum instantly taught him all he needed to know about being a grade-A cocksucker. He immediately took to the task with gusto and desperation, developing an intense desire to please those around him, especially bigger men and older men. As he worked over my dick, I worked over his reality, giving his life a new story to make sense of the changes. Hank Summers was no longer the son of Jim and Denise Summers, he was now the youngest son of Chuck Summers, Hank's former younger brother. Chuck, freed from the redicule of his older brother, flourished and was able to explore books, computers, trading card games, and all manner of nerdy interests. Chuck's nerddom extended to all of his kids, especially his youngest. I chucked and moaned as I saw a Triforce tattoo appear on the right shoulder of the cub sucking me off.
I had one last 'gift' to give as I groaned loud and deep, my dick flooding the cub's mouth with potent seed. I saw him bloat up a bit more, as he became a butterball of a bear cub. Any real athleticism was flushed out of the boy, replaced with a desire to snack, play games, and get fucked. New Hank had wanted to try getting a bit more into shape, so his daddy gave me a call to see if I could train him, possibly in more was than one. Of course I agreed, as I had flirted with the cub the few times I had seen him, my friend laughing at his boy's flustered arousal at my advances.
Hank finished swallowing my load as he gasped for air. In that moment, the only vestiges of the old Hank lived in our two minds. I patted the side of his face, setting up a lock in his mind for any conscious expression of old Hank unless I temporarily unlocked the enchantment, a pretty routine bit of fuckery I employ for full life rewrites. It only minorly reduces the intelligence of my targets, though it does mean that I'll get a little snack anytime I let the old Hank resurface for a bit.
"What the fuck! My life, it's all mixed around. You can't just leave me like this? I'm not some fat, nerdy, cocksucker!" Hank said as he shook himself out of his cocksucking daze.
"Hank, that's all you're ever going to be." I said, looking down at him on the floor with a wide, unnerving grin on my face. "Now, go put on your clothes. I think we're done training for today."
I handed him the Pokemon shirt I had been wearing, though it was now smaller, along with the rest of my old clothes that appeared in a neatly folded pile next to me. He nervously took them and quietly got dressed. I stood up as he finished, and grabbed him into a big embrace. He flinched, though melted into the hug, unable to help himself from enjoying being held by a big sexy bear.
I kissed him on the forehead and said, "You're so much better like this, Hank. I know a part of you hates this, and I love that it does. However, you now have a lot more life to live, and I know you're going to love it. You'll be kinder, more fun, and just better this time around. Now, go on, boy. It's time for you to go home."
I turned him towards the door and couldn't help but give him a firm, playful slap on the ass as he began to leave. He actually smiled back at me before he remembered himself and impotent rage filled his face. He opened the door, stepped through, and then forgot he was ever anyone else but himself.
***Later in the Evening***
I was still bigger than usual, and I thought I'd maybe keep some of old Hank's muscles and height as my new baseline, at least while I was training new Hank. Some of it had to go, however, and I shed nearly half of it while I took my dogs for a walk. While I wouldn't need to feed again for months, this body still needed actual food, so I was sitting down for dinner at my table when I got a text. It was from Hank.
thank u for training with me this morning, sir! i hate gyms, but it wasn't bad with u to help me!
daddy just took this pic of me and wanted me to send it to u to thank u, lol.
I always chug some post-lift shakes in the locker room to make sure I get enough cals in to cancel out what I lost in my workout-
Recently, Iāve noticed this cute twink thatāll follow me into the locker room whenever Iām done my workout. Doesnāt matter if he just got to the gym or just came out of the locker room. If he sees me getting ready to wrap up, heāll find a way to follow me back into the changing room.
He isnāt slick when it comes to watching me. I notice his eyes wander as I pull my tight shirt off, the sweat making it stick to my gut. He looks just a bit too long in my direction as I peel off my shorts, leaving me in just a tight jockstrap, lovehandles bulging over the waistband. Itās my shake uniform. He flat out stares as I chug, eyes eating me up as I gulp down more and more calories and my belly rounds out. By the time the bottle is empty, and I pull the bottle away from my lips, heās always sporting a major hard-on. When I look in his direction he quickly looks away, embarrassed to be caught, but when that happens Iāll usually let a burp rip just to hear his excited gasp. Once or twice I swear he snapped a pic of me. I think someday soon I might ask him to help me pour the shake in me.
Porter was naked, masturbating in his warm studio apartment, when someone knocked at his door. He tried to ignore it, focusing on the boobs of the woman in the video on his phone, but another louder knock shook him out of his daze. He slipped on some clothes, quickly washed his hands in the kitchenette sink, then looked through the peep hole in his front door. He saw Mr. Jacobs, the apartment building's repairman, looking expectantly at the door and wearing no shirt.
Mr. Jacobs was a large and hairy man with a reddish goatee. Porter thought the man was in his late forties, over a decade older than him. Porter hadn't interacted with Jacobs much since he moved in almost a year ago, though the repairman had been over earlier that week to fix Porter's AC unit. He was an odd man, gruff yet friendly, as likely to joke with someone as he was to get irritated at them. Porter felt a bit uneasy with the middle aged man in his apartment the other day, as Mr. Jacobs kept staring at him while he thought Porter wasn't looking. Porter was told that a part needed to be ordered to finish the repairs, and he assumed that must be why Mr. Jacobs was at his door at 9:30 in the evening, though why the man's hairy chest was exposed, he had no clue.
Porter sighed and opened the door, greeting the man, "Hey Mr. Jacobs. Are you here to...mmmphhh!?"
Porter was stopped mid sentence at the large man lifted up his left arm and stuffed Porter's face directly into his armpit. Porter immediately tried to pull away, but Mr. Jacob's wrapped his other arm around the young man and pulled him deeper into an embrace. Porter felt his mind waver like a lit candle as the intense musk of the man assaulting him blew out the flame of his resolve. He fell limp in the man's arms as he was carried back into his own apartment, the door closing behind them. The dominant aura around Mr. Jacob's crushed any intention Porter might have of resisting whatever was coming next.
"You ain't gotta worry 'bout this, boy. Just been a minute since I last had me a pig in my building. Ya lived alone, and I saw a horny fucker deep in ya just waiting to get out and serve. I'm just here to let 'em out" Mr. Jacobs said as he set Porter down on a couch.
Mr. Jacobs pulled the pig off of him and took a nice long look at his handywork. Porter was unrecognizable, a hot little hog through and through, smiling up hungrily at the man who had accosted him moments ago. There wasi just one little thing he needed to check before breaking in the new pig.
"Stay on the couch and get on your knees, piggy!" Mr. Jacobs ordered, and the pig happily complied, offering his ass out to his visitor and looking out the window at the street down below.
Mr. Jacobs pulled down the pig's shorts and immediately reached out to grab his cock. Porter moaned as his genitals were fondled. Jacobs knew his pigs didn't need large hogs themselves, not while he was around, so he gently squeezed Porter's above average cock. It slowly compressed in size, any mass transferring to the balls. When he let go, Porter's cock was two and a half inches rock hard, adorned with a ballsack the size of a softball. Mr. Jacobs pulled away, but not before giving his pig a hearty slap on the ass. Porter moaned and squealed, in pain but mostly pleasure.
"There we go, now you are Papa's perfect piglet! What was your name again? Porker? Yeah, that's right, it was Porker, wasn't it?"
Porker moaned and nodded, his name rewritten in his head. He looked back at his Papa, his Sir. The now much larger repair man winked back as he pulled down his own underwear and lined up his cock between the pig's round hairy cheeks. Part of the magic Jacobs used to make his pigs ensured that they were always ready to take dick, so he had no issues as he slid into Porker's hole.
Papa Jacobs fucked his pig for well over an hour. Porker came at least twice, overwhelmed yet loving all of it. Each orgasm lasted a few minutes, nice and long like any proper hog. His sir deposited at least three large loads into his hole before departing, promising to be back tomorrow to actually fix his air conditioner and fuck his pig all over again. As Porker got back in bed, though his thoughts were now permanently much slower, he wondered what he was going to do about work, his family, his life. He lifted his arm to rub the back of his head in thought and he caught a whiff of his own hairy, sweaty pit. Though not as intense, it smelled exactly like his Papa's musk. His mind cleared and he quickly fell asleep smiling, knowing that Sir would help him take care of all of that later. He was just a dumb pig, after all.
Ben and Kolby had gone to their friend Kendra's house for a BBQ, each thinking they might be able to find some chick to hook up with. What they did not know was that another of Kendra's friends had plans of his own. Liam, a hairy gay bear and secret mage, spiked the punch with more than just rum. Slowly, as the men at the party each filled up a solo cup and downed the bright red drink, they began to change.
Each one began to grow hair across their bodies. Men who were cleanshaven sprouted beards, and each existing beard thickened into hearty fur around their mouths. Each began to bloat as weight was added to their bodies, some with muscles to match. Kolby failed to notice right away that his shirt was riding up his increasingly large and hairy belly. He did notice when his friend Ben walked over to him and was almost six inches taller instead of being three inches shorter like normal.
As Ben locked eyes with the now much shorter Kolby, a twinkle lit up his expression as he looked at his friend. Kolby's now quite stout body struck Ben with a arousal he was not expecting. His dumbfounded expression on his much scruffier face made Ben's heart flutter. Ben's eyes lingered down at Kolby's mouth.
"Woah dude, you are so tall! And you seem pretty thick all of a sudden, too. Hey what are you...?" Kolby was cut off as Ben leaned in for a kiss.
Kolby gave a grunt of confusion, but as their hairy faces rubbed against each other, he knew he didn't want this to stop. Ben reached down and grabbed Kolby's now quite thick ass firmly, the fuzzy giant pulling the pear-shaped pocket-sized bear into a deeper embrace. The two previously thin, vaguely athletic men were now two hairy cubs making out at a house party. Around them, other single men starting touching each other as they transformed into bears of all shapes and sizes.
Not everyone at the party was taken by this wave of homoerotic passion. Liam secretly gave the men already in relationships a partial antidote to the ursine essence potion ahead of time. This made sure they wouldn't be overtaken by desire, nor likely to lose interest in women. However, they still became thick and hairy, along with gaining a new sexual interest in big hairy men like themselves. Liam knew Kendra would be mad at him at first, but he knew that like himself, she liked a hairy man with a little heft on him.
Kolby and Ben groped each other and any thought of hooking up with a woman that night left their minds. The only thought either had was whose bed they were going back to so Ben could fuck Kolby until the early hours of the morning.
"Hey Derek? Can I talk to you for a moment?" My Boss asked, gesturing to his office.
"Ugh, yeah." I dropped what I was doing.
I followed him into the cramped room, trying not to show my nerves. I had a feeling I knew what this conversation was going to be about, and I knew exactly what he was going to say, and yet, some part of me hoped I was wrong.
"Could you close the door." My boss asked as he causally leaned on his desk.
I nodded, quietly closing the door behind me, further trapping me in the enclosed space.
"So..." He broke the silence. "I know that you've been asking to be promoted to fill time."
"Yeah." I responded, doing a horrible job at hiding my disappointment.
"Well you've been here for many years now and have always come into work giving your all. And I just want to say, we appreciate loyalty like that here at Burger King." My boss continued.
"Can you just tell me I'm not getting the promotion so I can get back to work."
He furrowed his brow at the comment.
"I was going to say that we're giving you full time. I think you're one of our best and you deserve it."
My eyes lit up, I had completely lost hope they would give me it since they're notorious for holding back full time benefits from their employees.
"Really!?"
"Yes, really." He chuckled. "Here's your new uniform."
He gave a warm smile and handed me a shirt. As happy as I was, it was a little confusing that I needed a new uniform. I unfolded the shirt to find an identical shirt to the one I was currently wearing.
"Oh, I don't need a new uniform. It's the same as the one I have now." I held out the shirt so he could take it back.
"C'mon, just give it a try." My boss pushed the shirt back towards me. "I'm sure you'll find it fitting if a full timer."
"You want me to try it on right now?" I asked.
"Ya, don't be shy. I don't mind if you change in here." He responded in a charming tone.
Something about it almost came across as flirty, but I couldn't tell. I had never looked at him like that, even though he's quite handsome. I just figured I was reading it wrong, and I wasn't usually shy about showing off my body, so I started taking off my uniform.
I tried not to make eye contact, but he was basically staring at me as I peeled off my shirt. I knew it was inappropriate, but I kinda liked the attention, people as hot as him rarely looked my way.
I slowly picked up the new shirt and slid it over my body, making sure to show off my six pack as I did so. Once I had the shirt on, I put my hat back on and looked up at him. He was biting his lip, scanning his eyes up and down my body. It couldn't be more obvious that he wanted me, and if I was being honest, in that moment, I wanted him too.
He walked up to me, putting his hands on my hips, pinching the shirt. "It fits perfectly, doesn't it?"
"A little big, don't you think?" I responded, pulling out the baggy shirt from my skin.
"Just how I like it..." He gets really close, as if to lean in for a kiss. "Gives you room to grow into it."
I was too into the moment to register what he had said, I just kissed him to shut him up. He pulled me in close and kissed me back.
As we made out, he seemed to really like rubbing my stomach. I figured he just really liked running his fingers along the ridges of my abs, but something felt off.
"I love the weight you put on recently." He said between breaths.
"What are you talking about?" I pulled back for a moment.
"You must have had a few too many burgers after work, Derek, cuz those abs seemed to have faded under a little belly."
I thought I was going crazy, last I checked I was pretty ripped, especially for a guy who worked at Burger King. But then I looked down at my own body, and just like he said, there was a bit of pudge hiding under my loose uniform.
He gave it a pinch before pulling me back in for a kiss. I knew something wasn't right, but it felt like too much was going on for me to focus. And besides, my dick jumped every time he pinched my belly fat, so I definitely wasn't complaining.
"You've really let yourself go, haven't you." He said, catching me off guard.
"I'm not that fat." I laughed at the remark.
"Just look at the evidence." He pointed to my belly. "I can remember back when you had abs, you just can't stop stuffing yourself after work, can you?"
I didn't even know how to respond. I simply looked down at my own body to see that he was right, I really let myself go. My once loose shirt now clung tightly to my bulging gut, obscuring my view of my feet.
"Don't worry babe, it looks great on you." He continued.
I grabbed my belly in disbelief, letting my fingers sink into the soft fat. I couldn't believe I let myself get to this point, and I couldn't believe I actually thought it was hot. Even though I couldn't see my dick anymore, I could feel it up sticking up into the underside of my belly, bouncing every time I pinched my gut.
"It does?" I asked.
"I think it's hot as hell, why do you think I keep giving you free meals every shift." He laughed.
"So there was an ulterior motive!" I joked.
"Guilty!" He raised his hands. "I just want my man to feel proud of his body."
He held up his hands and grabbed my shoulders. "You should feel confident behind the biggest man in the room."
As the words escaped his mouth, I could feel my shirt tighten around my shoulders and arms, as if they were growing.
"They'll also know that I feed you well, because I care."
Once again, I felt my body change to reflect his words. With every breath, my chest expanded, growing into two man tits that pressed tightly against my now tiny looking uniform. I could even feel fat growing under my chin, creating a couple fold under my thin beard.
"Afterall..." He reached around my, cupping my ass cheeks with his strong hands. "A hard working full timer like you deserves a big meal when he's off work."
I sudden tightness grew in my pants as my ass cheeks filled out any spare room I had left in my pants.
He stepped back, as if to admire his work, leaving me to explore the soft edges of this heavy body. I pulled up my shirt, revealing the true scale of the damage I had done to my body since I got full time. As the edge of my shirt lifted past my belly button, my round belly fell into place with a jiggle, showing off the stretch marks I had accrued in my weight gain.
"It fits perfectly, doesn't it babe?" He asked.
I looked up, making eye contact with my handsome boyfriend. I couldn't help but smile.
"Ya... It really doesn't leave much to the imagination, huh?"
"You know that's just how I like it." He leaned in for a kiss. "Now..." He said as he pulled away. "Get back out there and work up an appetite for me, will ya. Tonight, I'm gonna stuff you so much that you'll need a new uniform."
He sent me off with a solid slap to my belly. I walked back into the kitchen, proudly strutting my belly first. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of my boyfriend making me even fatter than I already am.
Douglas was just exiting the bathroom when the obnoxious sounds of pistons drove up to the gas pumps. āShitsā He thought, quickly getting to the cash register to pay for gas before the bikers could line up.
Luckily only one had gotten in front as the rest hadnāt made it inside yet. He was a giant wall of meat, two shoulders popping out of a leather tank, arms with the thickness of hams.
Doug stepped up to the counter as the brute left, telling the clerk to put thirty on five. His hand fell on black glasses the previous client had left, thick, dark.
Without thinking he naturally closed his hand around them, pocketing them before anyone could see. āSuckerā he thought, walking back to his car, glancing around to see if the meathead had noticed. Behind the pumps safely, he took out the glasses, examining their expensive make. Smugly, he dropped them onto his face.
It was dark. His first sense was pain as his ass was on fire, naked, spazzing tightly from pain as something thick plunged in and out of them. Below him, a soft mattress barely comforted him as his legs shook, tightening and untightening, a heavy weight hammering against his ass thrusting his whole body back and forth. The glasses fell down his sleek nose, dropping to the wet sheets, sweat pouring off his body, twisting with his suitors musk.
Doug spit air as the giant pegged him fullly on his cock one last time, polar sensations of pain and pleasure lighting up in his brain as a torrent of seed flooded his hole, pooling out when the rod was removed.
Doug couldnāt control his body as he shook, the giants body wrapping him, pressing down on him. āYou take something of mine, Iāll be happy to give you even more.ā The brute whispered, locking Doug in with his arms. Dougās legs were too weak though, pain shooting through his entire lower body in any slight shift, Doug doing his best to stay still as he cried, exhaustion putting him down for the night.
The morning was brief, the man pinning doug down and placing the glasses on his face.
Every day was the same. Glasses coming off at night during the fuck, forced to put them on in the morning. He stopped fighting it, unable to change any outcome. Thank God at least, the nights were getting easier. Slowly he was able to withstand more and more, his ass loosening. It almost felt as if he were able to with stand the thrusts more too, the beds becoming more pillowy almost, more weight to help him stay still.
Then the night came when he began trembling. Not from painā¦ No, he felt the need growing in his body, wanting to be filled. He couldnāt stop his body as it naturally started rocking back, trying to get the thick rod deeper, wanting it more, fed from the pleasure that it filled his body with.
Dougās gasps turned to moans he couldnt hold back, his body taking over, going on instinct. Thatās all he was now, just a fucktoy needing to be used. That night as he fell asleep, he almost felt happy cum was spread between his ass cheeks, glad he could be used, happy he had a loose hole he could enjoy the nights with.
The nights after that he was fucked harder and longer than before. Time floated, slowed as he relished every single thrust as if time stopped for it, a virtue prolonging the night.
That was when the rest of the gang paid him a visit. It the longest heād ever been awake, the bed sopping wet with fluids as he enjoyed every second of it. It was the strongest heād felt, able to keep going one after the next, the pumps rippling through his whole body. Then, in the morning, glasses back on.
Except this time when he came back around, he felt himself drinking something. He opened his mouth, the beer spilling out, hitting the top of a stomach that jutted out in front of him. He blinked spots out of his eyes. It was, day? He was still wearing the sunglasses, a leather hat on his head given away by window panes of a nearby building.
He was in the same garb as the man he had first met. A wife beater plastered across his front, stretching over a globe of a belly, an undersized leather vest caressing his sides as two huge legs of ham hung from his shoulders. He looked like a sausage, his skin plump with mass. He had become fat, suited for being fucked, more weight keeping him from moving, and more give in his ass when being fucked. He was used to this. He was happy.
The boy was sweating, not knowing what I had slipped in his drink. His body was already filling out, pressing against his dress clothes in the formal event. A second chin barely had begun forming, his stomach just visible behind buttons.
"I don't know what you're talking about"
His eyes were tired, slowly losing strength and focus. His chest was damp showing through the fabric, the space quickly filling with his musk that consumed his mind.
"Why don't you meet me behind the venue where we can sort this out."
His empty eyes were already there, having accepted the command. He disappeared into the crowd where he'd end up behind the building, head empty to only accept commands. A new obedient pig to use as my toy tonight. By the time I saw him again, his hair would have fallen out, body out of his clothes, unrecognizable to anyone else.
You never start out wanting to be fat, but you can't help it. Slowly forgetting to go to the gym, stuck at a low activity job of sitting on your ass all the time. Constantly consuming high calorie fast food. You don't notice it till you can grab it.
But by that time, it's too late. You're soft and plush now. You like it, squeezing the pillow that your body has become, your weight easily supporting itself, your body encased in a warm blanket. Why would you ever want to give up this? If anything, now you want to be even more plush and comfortable, and turn your body into a teddy.
Reese no longer had a neck. Iād watched for the last few months as my coworkers cheeks fattened like pudding, falling lower and lower until his jawline no longer existed. The only relic left of his chin was the goatee he grew out to at least have something resembling it while fat consumed the rest of his face. His head was now just a thick stub connected directly to his shoulders and back.
I had no clue what would have caused him to balloon so quickly. I had tried talking to him about anything he was doing differently, fruitless as I watched him slowly spill out of his office chair while turning into a tub of lard. His stomach grew out of each of his shirts. It didnāt seem to matter if he bought larger clothes, the moment he sat down you could see the giant curves of his bulbous body stretching it taut.
We used to always go grab lunch together, but now it was like he was glued to his seat, only standing while lumbering his new mass in and out of the office. Finally one Friday, he invited me on a boating trip that weekend with his friends. I decided what could be the harm, and joined them.
Reeseās friends were spitting images of him, beached whales sailing on a boat. I made no comment as their shirts came off the moment weād departed. I felt relieved for the shirts, each one stretched to itās limit. I tried to ignore the fact that all their bodies were rolling like the water we constantly passed over. As we were still motoring out, my coworker sat down next to me handing me a beer. He began going on about how this was his haven away from work, where he ended up every weekend able to just get away from everything.
I tried listening, but with the rocking of the boat and slight buzz, the world fell into the background. The sight of the horizon and crashing waves was hypnotic. It was easy to just let everything slide away and just exist in the moment. Weād stopped at some point, setting up fishing poles. However, it wasnāt long before coolers packed full of food came out and the men began gorging themselves with nothing else to do.
I found myself joining in, too relaxed to care what was going into my body as I sat stagnant, the extra calories disappearing into my gut. Despite us not catching anything over the weekend, I came back at peace, completely refreshed accompanied by a nice full feeling from constant snacking over the weekend. Iād been invited back, and couldnāt wait.
Reese stopped by my desk when he lumbered in that Monday. āHeads upā He said āin a few weeks you might be looking like meā. We laughed. If that was the cost of feeling like a carefree pillow, I was bliss.
Four jocks finally arrived to the huge cabin they planned on wasting spring break at. Justin had been the one able to find the giant place. It was owned by some old geezer who didn't know how to rent it, putting it in a newspaper ad for no one to find. At least, no one but Justin, who happened to work there for extra cash. He was instantly captured by the description. Fully stocked bar, Jacuzzi, pool, four king size rooms, all of it close in the mountainside.
Justin wanted to immediately tell his friends. Despite all of them being on the football team, he tended to end up on the bench. He just wasn't as big or developed as the rest of them.. Very little hair on his body, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get a beard while the rest couldn't keep stubble off their face. He felt like he always had to try to prove himself to them.
He smiled, thinking maybe this would finally be the time to show them his worth. At $400 for the entire week, the cabin was far too awesome for some boring folks. He just needed to get $100 dollars out of them all for the entire place to themselves!
That spring break the boys walked in. They couldn't help but admire the rustic charm of what was a mansion to them. They quickly ran through the house, quickly claiming their rooms before beginning to explore the rest of it.
Justin's first stop was the full bar, opening what he thought was a giant liquor cabinet but instead findings rows of rods wrapped in paper.
No, they were cigars! He excitedly pulled one out, giving it a smell. He was no cigar expert, but if anything were to make him feel adult, it was smoking a giant stooge. He looked around the humidor, grabbing the thickest cigar he could find before bringing it to the rest of the group.
"You guys down to smoke?"
The others perked up, thinking it was weed. "Wait is that a cigar?" One asked.
"Yeah" Justin responded. "We could do a chain"
One snorted. "No way dude, why would we want to smoke a cigar? I don't want lung cancer"
"Yeah I don't want to smell like smoke" Another retorted.
Justin frowned. "We can do it outside, but one cigar-"
"Dude, not to be a downer but no one wants to smoke a lame cigar"
Justin felt a simmer in his stomach, embarrassment settling. "Well I'm gonna go do this on my own then" He said bluntly, storming off to the front of the cabin. He walked down the steps they had all just entered on before sitting down at the bottom .
He looked down at the cigar. He'd never actually smoked one, but at least knew how to. He had a lighter, but cursed at not having a knife. Inspecting the cigar, luckily there was a pull tab so he didn't need to cut off the tip. He got the tip smoldering before angrily sucking the smoke into his mouth for the first time.
He lowered the cigar, rolling the smoke around his mouth before exhaling. He rolled his eyes feeling stupid. He didn't get what he was supposed to enjoy about it. He tried again, this time getting distracted thinking about his friends.
He felt his anger stew. He had just wanted to be an adult, show his friends that he was older and just as developed as they were. He thought about what he would do if he were taller, bigger than all of them. Older than all of them.
Suddenly he started cough, surprising himself. He had held his breath too long, the smoke escaping to his lungs setting his chest on fire. He heaved, trying to get the unfiltered crap out and fresh air in as the rest of his body started feeling hot. Whether it was due to his anger or the cigar, he didn't know. He didn't care.
He took another blow of the cigar, trying to calm down as his thoughts returned to his friends. Just dumb kids, what did they know? The heat in his chest continued to grow. He blew more smoke, imagining an engine inside of him getting hotter and hotter. He pulled off his shirt, the cool breeze on his skin doing little to calm the interior fire.
It was spreading like wildfire through his entire body, and slowly his skin began rounding out. The smoke was slowly growing inside his body, hot air pressing out from inside, his body inflating like a hot air balloon. Justin hadn't noticed, too distracted in his head with anger.
His stomach pushed out, quickly filling up and dumping itself across his lap as his chest fell from above, two pecs swelling out pushing his arms to the side. He continued smoking, not noticing the beard that followed the waterfall of smoke pouring down from his lips.
If anything Justin felt more settled, heavier and sturdier. He sat straighter, his thick stockier body cushioning itself up. He flexed, bringing the roll back up to his mouth, feeling his arms swell with weight as his biceps rounded. He was strong. Stronger than the rest of the boys. He closed his eyes, imagined the smoke swirling around inside of him, giving him energy, pumping him up. Not that he noticed it actually happening.
He was going to show them how to be adult. He was going to fill the house with manly smoke, get them all on cigars, teach them their place. Wrestle all of them to the ground and establishing dominance. Then he was going to fuck them. Make them beg for daddies cum. Make them squeal like pigs, learn to love being fucked. Be obedient, good boys. It was his cabin after all, about time they learned their places.
He let out a loud grunt hefting himself up, turning his attention back to the cabin. Heaving his newly built body up the stairs, each step shook the frame as the new giant got ready to return to his cave.
