Just a white collar chub interested in a blue collar life. Can anyone help? Love transformation stories especially involving weight gain, nerdification, rich to poor, body swap, chaos, scallies. rednecks, blue collar, and bears
You knew that look. The one that screamed, "Dear God, what have I done to myself"? Every gainer goes through it. It might be a ripped pair of pants, failing to tie your shoes, a stranger's lingering glance on your heavy frame... You reach that point where you question every choice that led you to your current state. "Is this my will, or the whim of a fading kink?". It takes you three seconds of doubt to answer that question: you want to be fat. It's the reason you eagerly weighed yourself every morning through the first 20 lbs. It's the reason you started ordering a second, third, fourth entree every night out. It's the reason you hold dearly to every outgrown item, a physical measurement of your progress. To define it as a mere kink, a "fattening fetish", is a grave injustice to your very identity. For you are driven by more than pleasure, greed, gluttony, lust, approval, or even acceptance.
“For what you lose he will gain, for what he gains ye will lose”
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It was just an average day for someone like Keaton. Go to his boring office job for most of the day then head home where he’ll have to cook dinner, shower and sleep before repeating it again. He was beginning to dread his days knowing that in order for his to survive he needed to follow such a boring routine with little time to do things he wanted.
But today was different. Keaton hadn’t been oblivious to the fact that he had put on a ton of weight since he started the office job and was well aware that he looked way older than the 27 years he was. He knew he needed to make a change and decided that it was time to go to the gym for the few hours of free time he had every day. He knew that he’d struggle with the idea of being so big compared to the rest of the gym goers but decided to push through as if he didn’t he’d never even have a chance to look his age.
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“Twenty Two, Twenty Three, Twenty Four, Twenty Five” he said as he hopped off the pill up bar “Phew that felt good”. Thomas spent every waking moment he could at the gym working out. He had no job and relied purely off his parent’s wealth to carry him through life. He spent his time making sure that he had a hot body to show off for any ladies. Thomas was also a dick to those around him, he’d walk around the gym making loud remarks about heavy set people working out “you don’t even fit fully on the machine… that should’ve been your sign to work out ages ago” or “you’ve been on the bike for 2 minutes how are you already tired”.
Thomas thought less of those around him and made sure they knew that, to him working out was a simple thing that he could do for fun. He couldn’t fathom the idea that other people struggled at such simple task. When he saw Keaton walk in he knew he had a new target.
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Keaton made his way through the gym doors and prepared himself for the struggles he was about to face as he had no clue how to use half of the machines in the building. He decided that he’d start with the bench press as it was the simplest thing he could see so he made his way over. He started with reps of 50 and then decided that it was time to move up to 80. He layed back and attempted to lift the bar but was unable to.
Thomas walked over at this point and stood above Keaton “It’s only 80 pounds? How fucking weak do you have to be to fail an 80 pound rep” before walking his way back over to the pull up bar. Keaton felt embarrassed about failing in front of someone but more so angry that he was just humiliated out of no where. Keaton tried to keep his composure but knew that he was better off stepping away for a few moments to do so.
Keaton headed into the locker room where he sat on a bench to chill whilst he calmed himself. He took heavy, deep breaths in and out before he was startled as a man tapped him on the shoulder “I saw what happened out there no need to say more, do you want revenge for what happened before?”. Keaton looked back at the man and stared at him, confused on the riddle he had just saids meaning but ultimately saying “Yes, I want revenge on him for shaming me, for humiliating me in public”. The mysterious man looked Keaton straight in the eye and said “For what you lose he will gain, for what he gains ye will lose” before snapping his fingers causing a cloud of dust to appear.
Keaton coughed on the dust cloud before looking around to see the man but he was no where to be found. He decided that after the humiliation and now the disappearing man that maybe the gym wasn’t for him, he packed his things and headed home. He was hungry from the little bit of working out he had done and decided that if he was going to be depressed and hungry he may as well go full out and got himself a big meal from the closest fast food chain he could find.
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Thomas sat there and laughed as he watched the man walk away from the bench press “God he was so pathetic looking, he shouldn’t have gotten that fat in the first place and maybe he wouldn’t have to be trying to fix himself.” He went back to his pull ups waiting for another victim to come in. He finished another rep of 25 and hopped off the bar when he was approached by a mysterious man, Thomas wasn’t a fan of the way he was approaching him “Aye dude watch your fucking step, I’ll beat this shit out of you if you try anything”. But the mysterious man just stared at him and said “No matter how hard you work, you’ll only get bigger from here” before walking away.
Thomas watched the man leave and just stared at him… obviously he was going to get bigger if he kept working out? Was the man stupid or something. Thomas decided to call it a night and head home where he’d already prepped all his meals for the week.
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Keaton sat in his living room eating non stop meal after meal accepting that no matter what he did he’d always be a fat slob who works a dead end office job and had no free time or motivation to do anything he wanted. Keaton ate and ate but he never felt full, Keaton had eaten well over 4000 calories that night but still went to bed starving. Thomas on the other hand sat in his kitchen frying up his chicken knowing that he’d eat a max of 1500 calories today. He finally finished his food but took only 2 bites before feeling full. Not wanting to waste the food that he’d made he decided to push himself to eat it all before going to bed.
The next morning Thomas woke up and started his routine as normal until he got to the mirror and noticed he had grow a tiny guy over night, he freaked out before ultimately deciding that it was from having to force himself to eat his food last night. He knew that he’d have to work out extra today to get rid of it but that wasn’t a problem to him at all.
Keaton on the other hand woke up feeling extra hungry like he hadn’t ate in weeks. His stomach was as growling and before he knew it Keaton was at the grocery store picking up as many snacks as he could to keep himself from starving. He made his way home and immediately started snacking, he had no clue what came over him but within minutes he’d eaten 3 packs of cookies, 2 bags of chips, 2 pre made microwave meals and a whole box of granola bars but took only no avail was still hungry.
Thomas arrived at the gym and got changed into his gear. He went to put his shirt down before realizing that his stomach had grown since he left the house this morning. Thomas started to panic as at this point his abs were fully gone and replaced by a soft stomach. He immediately slide his shirt on and started working out hoping to combat the stomach growth as soon as possible.
Keaton tried to enjoy his day off from work by chilling at home but between the hunger and random pain in his body ended up feeling nauseous. He choose to take a nap in the hopes that he could just sleep through the problems. He went to lay in bed but upon laying on his side realized he felt uncomfortable as if he could feel his bones for once. Not wanting to deal with the pain and being uncomfortable he layed on his back and went to sleep.
Thomas had been non stop at it for almost 4 hours at this point but felt like nothing was happening, how could he grow a stomach in just a few hours and why couldn’t he lose it in hours?
He had grown so tired from attempting to lose it that he knew he needed to head home before risking fainting in the middle of the gym.
Upon waking up Keaton was still starving and in an absurd amount of pain. He felt like he was dying, he felt empty but also constricted as if his stomach were starting to compress. He looked at himself I. The mirror to see if he was staring to look ill but when looking could’ve sworn he’d looked smaller? Was that possible? Surely not he had ate so much food in the past 24 hours there’s no way he was smaller.
Thomas arrived at his house and went straight to bed. He was so tired from his work outs that he had forget to eat or shower excusing it as he’d still have time tomorrow morning to do it.
Keatons hunger for the best of him and he ate what felt like 3 weeks of groceries that night In attempts to stop his hunger. Meal after meal and snack after snack nothing mattered no matter what he did he always remained hungry. At this point he had given up and decided to go back to bed.
Thomas wake up and attempted to sit up but was met with a round stomach instead. He screamed in fear at the idea of his perfect body being ruined. There was no way he could show himself at the gym like this. He immediately started panicking before deciding the only thing he could do was attempt to work out at home.
Keaton went to work though was almost instantly sent home as he was feeling ill and his boss didn’t want to risk any other employees getting sick. Keaton was worried about himself and decided he needed to keep track of himself as he felt like he’d lost a lot from his constant hunger and illness. He arrived home and stepped on his scale, “226” read back. That was 50 pounds less than 2 day ago??? How was he not dead from this drastic weight loss?
Both Keaton and Thomas sat at their homes trying to figure out what was happening to them. It finally clicked to both of them that a mysterious man had approached them and said something before disappearing. Both knew that the only thing they could do was attempt to find the man again. They both knew that their best chance was to check the gym where they had originally encountered the man and a each other
They both rushed to the gym and upon arriving ran into each other Keaton looked at the once buff man now turned chub “What are bulking to finally see how hard it is for fatter people”. “No why would I ever bulk to be this fucking fat? I have no clue what happened I just keep getting fatter and fatter every day. And what about you? How do you look so much skinnier after only a few days?”. Keaton looked shocked at what Thomas had just said “No I’m having the opposite problem, I can’t get full and no matter how much I eat I keep losing weight.”
the two men stared at each other when suddenly a man walked between them. They both flagged it as the man who had said something too them. The man stopped and without facing them said “I hope lessons have become clear Thomas as your new life will be much harder, and Keaton I hope for you realize your in charge of his”. Before walking into the gym.
Thomas and Keaton looked at eachother confused before dashing after the man. They found him sitting on the locker room bench where they asked him to explain. The man looked at them and said “For why don’t I speed up the process and show you” before snapping his fingers causing a smoke cloud to appear once more. The smoke dissipated before reveling a bulkier Keaton and a rounder Thomas. The two gazed in shock of what had just happened
The man looked them in the eyes “For a lesson has been taught and you are forever intertwined. Whenever Keaton would’ve gained weight the body of Thomas will now be the one to gain it. Whenever Thomas were to build muscle Keaton would’ve been the one to gain it. And now said pattern shall continue until Keaton decides Thomas has learned his lesson”. The men put together that Keaton was constantly hunger because he kept eating but instead of filling himself he was filling up Thomas stomach, and Thomas couldn’t lose weight as he was losing it for Keaton.
They man threw down one more smoke cloud before disappearing for good. Thomas and Keaton looked at each other, Thomas begged Keaton to break the curse and allow him to lose weight again. Keaton stared back at him and questioned if the public humiliation he’d already gone through being fat made up for the humiliation Thomas caused him… “Maybe a few more days and I’ll let you be free but for now I’m starving so I think I’m going to enjoy my new bulky body before I break this curse and allow myself to gain weight again”
Hope you guys enjoyed the story! I’ve always wanted to write story about someone having weight but due to another person gaining it for them, feel free to send asks and critiques as I love suggestions and learning what I can do to get better :) -Willy
My fiancé and I just moved to the suburbs cause he got a new job. It was fine at first but recently he’s started getting real friendly with our neighbors.
Which is fine! Good even! It’s just- He’s started to look and act like them too… I called him out on it and he just said “I don’t know what you mean kiddo?” I don’t know what to do…
You didn’t want to be concerned by his actions yet you knew something was up. Just last week you were 2 twinks moving into your first house, celebrating being able to afford a house by 25 in this economy. Your neighbors held a welcome party, made you feel like you belonged. But now all of a sudden you fiancé had gained muscle out of no where, grew a full blown mustache in a week and somehow aged 15 years. The weirdest part was that you knew it was still him even if it didn’t seem natural.
He sat on your couch drinking his coffee “Morning Kiddo, what’re your plans today?” As if he were a father questioning his son. “Babe we were going to go out for dinner tonight remember? And since when am I kiddo?” He had forgotten all about your plans “Sorry Kiddo, forgot completely and agreed to host a BBQ for the neighbor hood dads tonight. You wouldn’t mind going shopping and getting some stuff will you? Daddy has to start prepping” you couldn’t 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 didn’t know where you were going but you knew you weren’t 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. “Looks like your in a pickle Kid, need some help?” You stared at the bigger man and just sighed “Yes I need help but I’m not a kid… I’m 25 and work a full time job, I’m engaged an own a house yet everyone sees me as a kid” your neighbor gave a devious smirk as he reached his hand out “let me help you with your problems then” 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 “No need to be angry, it’ll all be better soon”. The first change that you felt was the weight of your body increasing heavily as if you’d gained hundreds of pounds in seconds swiftly followed by your vision raising higher as if you’d 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 who’d lived in this neighborhood with his partner for years.
Years of memory’s 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 didn’t mind. You enjoyed the attention from your husband and wouldn’t change a thing. You loved your new life as a bear in the suburbs living with his jock feeder.
A dude steals from the gas station but gets caught and finds himself stuck inside the body of the overnight cleaner as punishment
Pretty privilege. It was the saying Issac lived by and used to navigate his daily life. He was convinced that he deserved anything he wanted because in his eyes he was the hottest man to walk the planet and it was only fitting such a sight like himself were treated to the best. That mentality didn’t disappear no matter where he went.
The evening sun was slowly setting as Issac made his way back from the local theater he’d been volunteering at. He’d been given a main role in the city’s summer play and knew it was the perfect opportunity for him to show off his beauty. Though the hours were long and tiring he knew showing off his looks were worth the effort he’d “painstakingly” put in. Around 6:45 he’d started leaving when he’d realized just how hungry he’d become after spending the day practicing. He reached into his bag to see if he’d packed any quick snacks but was unable to find anything of use, not even a wallet.
He decided he’d just rush home but without a wallet to pay for a train ticket he knew he’d be walking for at least the next hour. He started his trek down the street but after only 20 or so minutes he’d grown too famished to continue. He turned to the next street and walked into a small corner store. He quickly headed to the back away from the counter in hopes of being able to grab a quick snack without being caught. He reached onto the shelf and grabbed himself a protein bar quietly unwrapping it after confirming there were no cameras nearby.
Just as he took a bite he heard a door handle rustle as a large man stepped out of the office. He’d immediately made eye contact with Issac noting the snack he was currently consuming
“Did you pay for that boy”
“Yes! Obviously I’d payed for it sir”
“Your trembling, are you lying to me boy”
“No sir I’m not lying”
“So if I go back in the office and check the camera I’ll find you at the front register paying before eating?”
“Ughhh fine. No I didn’t pay and why should someone like me have to pay? Do you see what I look like. It’s not easy to look like this when I’m hungry and haven’t ate. So what I stole a 2$ protein bar you probably make that in 5 minutes. So let’s just let me go. It’s my human right to eat especially”
“Is that so? You think you’re better than everyone just cause of you you look. Let’s see how you feel about that in a second”
The man walked back in the office swiftly returning with a blue powder which he immediately blew over Issac knocking him unconscious.
Upon waking up Issac immediately noticed a fowl smell emanating nearby. He’d went to lift himself off the floor and was immediately met by extra pressure. He looked down to see he was now barely clothed with only his underwear remaining. Weighing minimum an extra 150 pounds Issac immediacy started to freak out. Suddenly he heard a noise in front of him. The man from earlier swiveled his chair to face Issac.
“I see your finally awake and realizing you now look much more handsome if I do say so myself. You see when you made your comments earlier I couldn’t help but think about how egotistical you were so I thought I’d teach you a lesson. You see your new body is that of my son Rodger. He’s a great kid who I sadly fucked over with my genes and couldn’t help him live the life he wanted. So when you made your comments earlier I decided it was time to enact a plan I had thought of long ago”
Issac tried to scream at the man but was met with pure silence
“Ahh you must be confused why you can’t make a sound. Let me explain boy. You see I decided that your body was hot even if not for my personal taste and I decided I’d finally give Rodger the life he deserved. So when I blew the powder in your face I called Rodger over and finally tried a spell I learned. It worked and I’d successfully swapped your bodies. But with that I also was able to make it so you’d never be able to mention the swap to anyone. Anytime you try and speak about the swap you’ll find pure silence is the only thing you can make. Writing will not help you either as you’ll find yourself unable to control your hands”
Issac looked around trying to find anything that could help him escape this new body. He screamed at the man in frustration at his new ugly body not being up to his standards and how his life was now ruined.
The man shrugged off everything Issac had said.
“If you want to live in this world and pay back for your misfortunes you’ll have to work for it. I can only assume that protein bar is the least bit of “pretty privilege” you’ve used. If you want to return to normal you’re going to work for it. You’re taking Rodger’s job as my overnight custodian and will be working a 9pm-5am every night tidying up my store. If you do good maybe I’ll give you a different body. But fuck up and I’ll make that your permanent residence.”
Tears began rolling down Issac’s new face as he realized just how much shit he’d gotten himself in. Forever regretting his use of Pretty privilege… would he ever gain it back?
I told you it was time to stop gaining! Don't you remember that? I said you had the perfect beer gut. Solid and spherical. An orb of fat.
Everyone loved it. Remember all the attention you used to get? The loving belly pokes?
All you had to do was maintain that weight and you'd be rocking that beer gut forever. But nooooo. You wanted to keep going. You wanted to get bigger and rounder.
And what did I say? I said it was a terrible idea. The droop comes for us all eventually.
But you didn't listen. Oh, the hubris!
I remember exactly what you said, too. "My fat doesn't droop. I'm lucky that way."
So you kept going. You gained ten pounds, and guess what? You weren't spherical anymore. You had your first bit of sag.
But you didn't stop there. Fifteen more pounds. Then another ten. Then a whooping twenty-six. (It was the holidays.)
Each time I saw you, your gut sagged a little lower. Your belly button was even more of vertical slit.
And now look at you! Your shape is ruined! Your gut is officially an apron. Just look at it sway.
What do you have to say for yourself?
You don't... You can't like it! Can you?
Seriously? Why are you smiling?
No! I don't wanna touch it. Why would I...
Oh.
Ooh.
I, um... I get it now. Yeah, that's pretty fun to play with. Can I... keep going?
You like that, don't you?
Here, let me help you out of that shirt. This fat needs room to breathe.
I smiled down at the hardwood floors, feeling so proud. This was our house! We owned it now. For the first time, I felt like a real adult.
This place has everything. A patio. A huge backyard. Two spare bedrooms in case your relatives pop over unannounced. And, best of all, a huge kitchen.
You pinch my love handle.
I didn't hear you coming. I spin around and smile up at you.
"Something wrong with the floor?" you ask.
Why would you...? Oh, I guess I was staring. "No. I'm just overwhelmed. We're fucking homeowners!"
You give me that "you're so adorable" smile. Then you scoop me into your arms and start carrying me toward the open door.
I'm your little guy, and I love when you carry me around like this. It's been a while, though.
"What are you doing?"
"Forgot to walk you across the threshold," you say.
You step into the sunlight with me in your arms. Once we're fully on the porch, you stop walking, but you're not putting me down.
"First of all," I say, "that threshold thing is after marriage, not buying a house. And secondly, you're supposed to carry me inside, not... oof."
You raise me a little higher for a kiss. Then you lower me to my feet.
You're very out of breath. I see the flush in your cheeks and I'm instantly self-conscious.
I'm getting fat. You never used to struggle with my weight. I was like a ragdoll to you. But in the last year, I've really chunked out. I'm not the pocket twink that I used to be. No wonder it's been so long since you lifted me up.
And all these months, you haven't said a word about it. You pinch my rolls all the time (so you’re aware of my thickened torso), but we haven't had an actual conversation. You act like my extra weight doesn't bother you, but it's got to, right? With your tall, powerful body, you're already way out of my league. If I let myself go any further, you'll start resenting me.
I have to say something.
"It's harder to carry me now, huh?" I ask. Probably not the best way to broach the subject.
You automatically glance down at my new belly. "A little," you admit.
"I'm sorry," I say. "I'll take better care of myself. This new house'll be like a fresh start. I'll start going with you to the gym and..."
"Stop!" you say. Then you kiss my forehead. "I think you're sexy." You place your hands on my chest and squeeze. "I think these are sexy." Your hands glide down to my rounded stomach. "And I think this is..."
"Yeah, yeah. You think my fat body is sexy. You love me no matter what. But you have to say that. Starting tomorrow, I'm gonna..."
"I prefer you bigger," you cut me off. "Why do you think I'm always finding excuses to bake?" You pull me into your arms and let my face nuzzle against your hard chest as you continue. "I'm not just saying this. I like your chub, and now that we're finally talking about it, I'd prefer if you kept going."
Kept going? What did that even mean?
"You want me to get fatter?"
"Just a little. You don't have to do anything besides snack more. Eat an extra muffin or two. That's all."
I can't believe you're saying this. But I know you. I know that smile. You're being 100% honest.
I'm scared of getting fatter. (All of my brothers are big-bellied. As the gay one, the runt, the only one under 5'6", I figured I avoided that curse.) But at the same time, I'm excited by the idea. I love turning you on.
"Okay," I say, "but just a little."
"How about this? You keep gaining until you're too big for me to carry you."
"It's a deal," I say.
I hope I don't regret this.
***
I pause on the porch to catch my breath.
This is a wake-up call for me. All I did was walk to and from the mailbox and I’m already out of breath?
Jesus.
You look at me through the open door. The scent of fresh-baked cookies wafts out of the house. “You okay?”
“No,” I huff. “I’m fat.”
That makes you smile. You step onto the porch and squeeze my belly from either side. “Tryin’ to get me in the mood again?”
“I’m serious,” I say. “I’m too fat now.”
You step back so you can look me up and down. I feel like a prized pig. Not a good feeling.
Before I can stop you, you grab me by the waist and lift me off the floorboards.
“What are you doing?” I squeal.
“Seeing if you’re too fat.” You cradle me like a baby, obviously straining under my weight. But you can still hold me. “Nope. Not yet.”
You pace across the porch, acting like you’re holding a newborn and giving him a little tour.
I can’t help it. I start laughing.
Well, at least I’m still pick-up-able. I’m less horrified of my size, though I decide that it’s officially time to slow down on the snacks. I’ve gained way too much in only six months.
You lower me to my feet. “Come on. I made you some cookies.”
I really should say no, but they smell delicious. I’ll just have a couple.
***
I follow you out of the house. You have a spring in your step. I’m trudging behind you, slow enough that my belly isn’t even wobbling.
We’re on our way to my parents’ for dinner, and I am not looking forward to it. Every time they see me, they treat me like more of a big, fat disappointment. When we first got together, they didn’t really like you. Nowadays, you’re their favorite and they can barely look at me without cringing. That’s what happens when their only son gains 80 pounds in a year.
“Chop chop!” you say. “We gotta be there in 20. And if we’re gonna have time to stop at McDonalds beforehand…”
“I’m coming.”
You make it down the porch steps before you stop and look over your shoulder at me. “Having doubts again?”
“Yeah.”
You hop back up the stairs, scoop me in your arms, and try to pick me up. It’s a struggle, but you can still handle my weight. Your extra time at the gym is really paying off.
I squirm a little, and you almost let me go. “Dude!”
Five seconds and I’m back on my feet.
“Yep. I can still carry you.”
“Come on! You barely got me off the ground. That doesn’t count.”
You’re laughing. “Yeah, it does!” Then you see my expression. You get serious. “You really wanna stop gaining?”
“I do.” If I don’t put my foot down now, I never will.
You make me feel so damn sexy, but you’re not the only one in the world. Everyone else who sees me is shocked, and not in a good way.
“Okay. No more snacks.”
I’m disappointed to hear that, but I’m happy, too. This is for the best.
We walk toward the car. You hold the door open for me and help me put on my seatbelt. “Be prepared for a tiny-ass dinner, then. You know your parents are gonna serve salads again.”
My stomach rumbles. “Okay. Maybe we should stop at McDonalds first.”
“You sure?”
I give you a defeated shrug.
“If that’s what you want. I’ll only get you a couple Big Macs.”
***
We’re strolling through the park. I really appreciate that you’re going at my pace.
When I see the ice cream guy up ahead, I speed up just a little. My thick, hanging belly flops against my thighs. That only lasts for a few paces before I give up and slow down again.
You glance over at me and smirk.
“Got a little excited there, huh?”
“Shut up.”
I’m enormous now. Unrecognizable. Well on my way to the big 4-0-0.
You slow to a stop. I can sense you want to tell me something. You literally open your mouth and then close it again.
“What?”
“Nothin’.”
“What?!”
You’re not even looking at me. “Honey, you’re the most handsome man in the world. And I’m so happy to be married to you. But…”
“But what? You’re scaring me.”
“Um, weight gain was… you know, my thing. And you just went along with it. But… it’s kind of taken over your life.”
That’s the understatement of the year. I spend most of my waking hours eating. These park walks are pretty much my only form of exercise, and even that’s far outweighed by the ice cream, corn dogs, and funnel cakes that I eat along the way.
I get heavier every month, with no sign of stopping.
My heart pounds. “Are you saying… I’m too big now?”
“No!” you shout. “Never. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
I consider the question. I know deep down that you’d be happy if my gaining continued indefinitely. You make every new stretchmark a celebration.
But… am I happy?
“There’s only one way to know if I’ve gotten too big,” I say.
You don’t understand, so I stick up my arms like a toddle asking for “uppies.”
You give me an incredulous look. There is no possible way that you can lift me anymore.
But you humor me anyway. You wrap your arms around my wide middle. I’m so soft that you don’t have anything to grip onto. Just rolls.
Then you bend you knees and struggle to lift. You can’t. At all.
Before you give up, I jump one inch off the ground. “See? You can still lift me!”
You burst out laughing.
“I guess you’ll keep growing.” Your voice is a mixture of relief and horniness.
“I guess I have to.”
The End
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As soon as he yanked his pink shirt over his belly, he stood frozen and stared at me. He wanted my reaction.
I didn't say anything. My brain went blank as I stared at his bulging moobs. Against all odds, they looked even bigger with his shirt on.
I kept him mostly naked when we were at home. Easier to gauge his progress that way.
But with the pink fabric clinging to his curves, he looked fatter than he ever did when he let everything hang out.
"Well?" he asked. "Does it still fit?"
He knew the answer. I mean, look how awkwardly he was standing there! He could barely move his arms in those tight sleeves. Every time he breathed in, he could feel the shirt sticking to him like a second skin.
"It fits perfectly," I told him. I stepped forward and pinched his gut.
"You sure?" he asked. He knew I was lying to him. He wanted me to lie to him.
"Positive," I said. "None of our friends'll notice anything different."
He sighed. "Okay."
I slid my arm across his wide back, gave his rolls a loving pinch, and guided him toward the door.
We were off to meet our old friends from football. We hadn't seen any of them since graduation. From what I could tell, none of them had softened up since high school.
Derek starched getting out of bed. He wasn’t used to being such an older hairy man just yet. He agreed to trade to places with his older brother so his brother could know what it was like to be a young 20 year old college jock again. But he had no idea that being a 31 year old hairy bear was so exhausting. He was so itchy all the time that he thought he had fleas at first. He just couldn’t wait for the end of this week when the swap would come to an end and he could be back in his body and not his stinking older brother hairy bear body. His stomach rumbled and he groaned. God not again. I don’t know how he eats so much all the time and he is never full! Derek went to the kitchen to have the first of many meals for the day. All high calorie food designed to keep his brother a thick bear.
Your roommate came storming into your bedroom, not even knocking on the door first. Before you could even turn to look at him, he began to yell at you.
"What the fuck did you do to me? I know this was your fault, your gay-ass bitch!"
As you turned, you saw him, looking dramatically different than he had when you saw him earlier that morning. He was nearly twice his previous size, both taller and with a hell of a lot more beef on his body. A now very hairy belly poked out from under his strained shirt. A thick beard covered his face, obscuring his angry frown and making him look quite adorably grumpy. The lump in the front of his pants was noticably bigger, framed by thick legs. Your roommate looked like he was in his 30s, despite both of you being 23, having graduated college last year. All together, your know-it-all, straight athletic white dude of a roommate was now a fucking hot bear.
As you looked at him, you just laughed in his face as you said, "Oh man! This one's on you, roomie!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, looking up as if in thought, though you knew those gears were slowing down quickly.
"I've told you so many times to stop stealing my food without asking. So, I decided to set a trap for you. That half a burrito you just ate was laced with something special I got from a friend of mine. He's actually a witch if you'd believe it, a big hairy bear of a man just like you are now."
"That's...not... possible," your roommate said as his expression turned from anger to confusion. He looked down and then abruptly asked "Why am I so horny?"
"Well, I was getting tired of all of the gay jokes from you ever since I came out. I thought you might like to know what it's like to be gay for a bit. That's why I had my friend tailor it to turn you into a bear. I fucking love bears."
"Shit, I can't be gay! What would the guys say if they found out?" He was panicked as he looked up at you. "Why are you taking your shirt off?"
You peeled off your work polo, revealing your own hairy belly. You were a few inches shorter than your roommate even before he grew in size, but he looked at you almost as if you towered over him.
"It's ok, this isn't permanent. It should wear off in 24 hours..."
He looked relieved as he sat down on your bed. "Oh, that's good!" He said, smiling up at you.
You peered down as you put a finger on his chin to maintain eye contact. You continued, "That is, unless you cum anytime in the next 24 hours. Then you'll be a big dumb gay bear permanently."
Fear rushed to his face as you firmly pushed him so he was lying down on your bed with you on top of him. As you looked at his fuzzy face and dazed eyes, it was obvious he was conflicted, torn between kissing the cute cub on top of him or trying to get away to resist the temptation. You decided to make the decision for him as you went in for a deep, sloppy kiss. Your roommate was stunned for a moment, but soon began putting his hands all over as you made out for some time. As you broke the kiss, the thick hairy bear of a man in your bed was sweaty, red in the face, and breathing deeply. He just looked up at you, becoming increasingly enamored with the guy who had been barely a friend just moments ago. His face showed none of the anger he had felt earlier, it all being swept away along with the majority of his intelligence.
He paused in thought for some time before he finally said, "I think I want to fuck you? Your butt is really hot all of a sudden."
You smile as you get off of him and lay down next to him with your ass up in the air. You look over at him and say, "Get at it, big guy! There's lube on the night stand."
He got up an into position above your ass before remembering what you just said about the lube. He grabbed it and with your help, began the process of getting your hole ready to take his dick. When you were nice and loose, you then told him to get his bear cock in you as he stripped naked and got on top of you to begin pounding your ass for all it was worth. He grunted and growled like an animal as you took his thick cock. It was the perfect size for you, the kind of dick you'd never get tired of. In a a few minutes, you knew that dick would be around for a while as the hairy beast on top you grunted loudly and came deep inside you.
He fell off to the side as you both took a moment to recover. You both breathed deeply before he started laughing.
"Fuck, I guess I fat and gay now. Damn, that was hot, dude!" He said looking over at you. "Can we do that again sometime?"
As you looked at the handsome oaf looking at you, you almost were happy he stole that food from you.
"Of course we can, big guy!" You said, knowing that your living situation just got a hell of a lot better.
"Night baby," I whisper to you and give you a quick peck on the cheek before I turn over and turn off the lamp. "Night babe," you whisper back with a slight burp. You start staring at the Christmas tree in the corner, all decked out in twinkling lights and ornaments, and after a few minutes you hear my light snoring. You begin lightly rubbing your gut, relishing in the deep bloated state I had put it in for a few hours with a constant stream of cookies, milk, ice cream, cake... You turn to look at me and peel back the sheets to marvel at the small, rounded little belly you had managed to stack on me in the last few months.
We've been together for about a year and a half, and in that short time, I had taken you from a mildly chubby 155 to a respectable 235. Constant late night fast food runs, nightly stuffings, home-cooked meals with extra butter and cream and fat had all taken quite the toll on your waistline. A few months ago, I sat you down and admitted that I had been thinking about it and I was thinking about gaining a bit myself. Your heart leapt. Your cock stiffened. Your wildest fantasy was coming true: you had always wanted a man who was willing to gain *with* you, but was more than happy to be with a muscular, loving encourager. You cut me off by grabbing me and pulling me in for a deep kiss before throwing me in your car and driving me to the closest McDonalds for an inaugural food binge. Now, with 20 added pounds on my frame (and a grand total of 80 on yourself), you found yourself daydreaming at all times about us both being fat, rounded piggies. Shopping for reinforced bedframes, shopping at the Big & Tall store, waddling around buffets with our guts hanging out the bottom of our shirts...
You turn in bed and let your massive fat belly splay out in front of you, resting on the bed. You look out the window and begin counting the stars poking into the night sky as you start to doze off. "I wish we could both just be enormous already..." you think to yourself as you feel yourself fall backward into sleep.
A dim light slowly moves across the sky.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
You hear a mild groan beside you and the whirr of a CPAP machine shut off. "Morning babe," you hear my voice crack. Tired beyond belief, you keep your eyes closed and muster a "Morning babe," in response as you slip your hand from up over your head to resting on your chest. Your hand stops far sooner than it usually does as you're met with thick, warm fat. Your eyes rip open. 'What the f...'
You look down. An enormous, massive gut of pure fat rests on top of you. Big, round tits round over your chest while a mountain of a belly peaks out from behind. You feel your inner thighs press firmly into one another. Thick love handles wrap around your obliques and spill down into a low overhang, resting atop your morning wood peaking out through your FUPA. You rub the drowsiness out of your eyes before looking again, gauging your own sanity as you look down at the gigantic morbidly obese body below you.
"You alright?" you hear me ask stood next to the bed. You turn to me and gasp. It was me, you were certain, but with a big, moon-shaped face and fat cheeks. You look down and feel your heart race. I practically looked like you did last night, yet somehow even bigger. Perky tits hung off my chest where tight hard pecs once were; a round, hairy gut now took up the space where an a small, freshman-15 baby fat gut was last night. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Your mouth feels dry as your cock throbs. "How...um, how much do you weigh?" you ask. "You don't remember? We checked last night, I'm right at 268." Your head spins as you we hear your stomach let out a deep, guttural grumble. "And...how much do I weigh?" "323, unless you've gained some in your sleep or something," I laugh as my belly jiggles up and down with each chuckle. "I'm gonna go cook us a little Christmas morning breakfast, sounds like you could really use it," I say as I turn out the door, the two fat globes of my ass bouncing with each step.
You push yourself up using all your strength and might and sit at the edge of the bed as you hear the bedframe creak and moan beneath you. You look at the trashcan beside the bed: candy wrappers, two empty box of cookies, snack cake wrappers, empty Boost bottles. You gently rub the round mass of fat hanging between your legs and look up at the snow gently falling outside. Your heart fills with joy as you hear pots and pans bang in the next room. "Cinnamon rolls, sausage, bacon, eggs, toast, waffles, and grits still OK with you?" I shout. An irrepressible smile breaks out over your face. "Of course, baby," you shout, "Be there in one second."
Eugene raises an eyebrow. "Seriously? You're fucking perfect. Everyone wants to look like you."
"Yeah, well I'm not everyone. I'm tired of towering over everyone. I'm too big to fit in airplane seats. Or small cars. Or pretty much anywhere."
Sure, a lot of guys would love to be 6'6" and 260 pounds of natural muscle, but they don't realize the many, many drawbacks. What I wouldn't give to just be a normal size.
"If you really feel that way, I think I can help."
I look down at my short, slender friend. He's serious. Dead serious.
"How?"
"I told you!" he says. "I've been taking magic lessons. I know how do stuff."
"Yeah, like card tricks."
He scoffs. "No, man. Actual magic. Just say the word and I'll make you smaller."
This is stupid.
I stand up. I'm gonna be late for classes anyway. Might as well just leave.
"Wait!" he says. "Don't you at least want to try it?"
"You're gonna put a spell on me?" I mumble.
"I can. But only if you want." He looks me up and down. Like most of my friends, he likes the way I look. I can see the attraction in his eyes. "It's a shame you wanna lose your size, but... Just say the word and I'll give it a try."
"You'll make me smaller?"
"Yes." He thinks for a second. "I can't make you lose any weight. Matter can be changed, not erased. But if you're okay with that..."
I shrug. "Whatever. Go for it."
He snaps his fingers.
I don't feel any different. But everything around me changes. The trees look taller. The whole park seems bigger. It's like I'm... lower to the ground.
Holy shit! It's working! I'm not towering over the bench anymore! I'm...
I look down at myself and gasp.
"What the hell?"
"Told you it would work," Eugene says.
"You made me fat!"
"I told you I couldn't make you lose weight. You're the same weight as before, but now you're only... 5'3", I think? Maybe 5'4". Is that small enough for you?"
I'm too freaked out by my new appearance to think about the fact that magic is real. That my friend has transformed me.
Instead, I'm focused on how squat I look. I'm fucking wide now. I'm a stumpy, little chub of a man. And it's... weird.
But it's not unpleasant.
I take a second to feel my belly. My tits. (I have tits now!) My short, thick arms.
And I see the way Eugene's looking at me. He's surprised by my new look, but it's obvious he likes it. He bites his lip a little as he stares at my chubby middle.
"I can change you back if you want..." he offers.
"Not yet," I say. "Let's head back to campus. I'd like to test this body out a little."
He smiles at my answer. Then he stands. He's over a head taller than me. He puts his arm around my shoulder and we walk away together.
I don't know if I'll stay like this forever, but for now, I'm happy with the new look. I feel comfortable like this.
If you have the proper certifications, you probably care about your clients. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Here's a short experiment in capturing a few different steps in the "process" of body swapping.
Body swap story between a skinny guy from a rural area who has a fart kink and a heavier guy from nyc who is rather clean cut and has good hygiene. The skinny guy gets so horny anytime someone farts or burps or stuff like that. He always wished he could be come a gainer but he could never gain weight no matter how hard he tried. The other guy always wished he was skinny. He has been working out multiple times a week and tries to diet but struggles to lose anything. He has also found farts and burping to be really disgusting. They magically swap bodies one night so when they wake up they have their dream bodies. But little does the overweight guy know his new body is going to be turned on by farts and burps and stuff despite his mind thinking they’re disgusting.
Anthony sat there sweating like a dog who’d been non stop running for hours on end playing fetch. Though instead Anthony was trying to fetch his goal of being skinny. For years he’d been the overweight coworker everyone avoided and the only thing they could say when describing his without using his weight was “He’s really funny”… he didn’t even talk work so how would they know that? He’d spent the past few months working out nightly after his office shift. Waking up and working a 9-5 desk job, going to the gym from 5:30-9 and then heading home, eating and sleeping before starting the day over again. He tried so hard yet no matter what he’d do he’d never made any progress. Every time he stepped on the scale the number felt as if it had gotten higher and higher, he was sick of the effort he’d put in and the results not following.
He headed to the gym for the 5th consecutive day in a row ready to put in all the effort he could for 0 results. He didn’t even care to gain muscle all he cared for was to see the weight disappear. Multiple times he was approached about technique or tips but never once did he listen. Unlike the other men who inhabited this gym Anthony saw himself as a clean freak always making sure to shower, shave and wear cologne every morning. He knew if he couldn’t have the looks from his body he may as well be as hygienic as possible. He absolutely despised the men who came in without deodorant, the ones you could smell from miles away. Worst of all he hated the grossness of the men. The walked around drinking their protein drinks proceeding to burp the alphabet between reps or even come up and let out a quick *PFFFFFFTTTTT* behind Anthony while working out. He hated how the gym rats thought that burping and farting were the funniest thing ever. To Anthony it was the nastiest thing someone could do and in the case he ever had to he’d always make sure to step away and do it privately.
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Steven was the textbook definition of a farm kid. He’d spent the past 21 years of his life born and raised in the South working on his family’s farm. He was almost always shirtless showing off his abs whilst doing his work load around the farm. He was a wild child too spending his early teens fucking around ending up with him getting kicked out of college resulting in him having too much free time. He’d end up spending most of his days doing extra work on the farm just to keep himself busy. But deep down Steven had a secret he’d kept hidden from everyone. Steven loved his time on the farm and enjoyed the fun he was able to have while working but deep down he wished he had it different. Steven was a closeted gay man living in the South keeping it secret out of fear. He’d also learned early on in life that musk was a strong turn on for him leading to him eventually discovering his obsession with farting and burping. Unable to do it himself was the only problem he faced, his skinny little frame never allowed for him to make huge smelly farts or loud roaring burps. He hated how little he could enjoy his kinks.
He’d gotten to the point where he knew if he weren’t able to come out to be able to enjoy them then he may as well change himself to be able to. For months on end he’d try and gain weight in hopes of becoming an obese pile of lard. But with all the work he’d do around the farm it amounted to nothing but muscle. He’d grown envious of the bigger men on neighboring farms who’d be able to be as nasty as they wanted due to their frame whilst he was stuck as a twig.
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That night the fates aligned as a meteor shower struck over the night sky. Both Anthony and Steven just so happened to catch eye of the beautiful site. Shooting stars lighting the sky deep into the night, many people already asleep or unaware of the magnificent scene. Though if by chance both Anthony and Steven watched that meteor shower. As the night went on and few and fewer stars went by one last one came down. Both men looked at the star and made a wish
Anthony: “I wish I could lose weight and be skinny”
Steven: “ I wish I could gain weight and be the fart farting pig I strive to be”
As they made their wishes they watched as the same star both men had seen exploded lighting up the night sky into a giant white flash, blinding both men.
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Anthony opened his eyes and stared up at the night sky. Finding a tree covering part of his view left him confused. He attempted to sit up only to find it much easier than it usually was. He immediately looked down at his hands and body to find himself 150 pounds lighter and more lean. Anthony was ecstatic. His wish had came true and he was skinny. He immediately jumped up and started sprinting around enjoying the ease of running.
He quickly sprinted to the nearest road and headed to his house looking to start his new life as a skinny man. After finally finding a familiar road he decided to take it easy and slowly exam his body. Who cares if he was caught it was the middle of the night anyway. He decided to stop at the local 24/7 Fitness to check his body out in the light and put it to work. He walked in and headed to the dressing room checking out his new physique impressed with how his Ass stuck out and his chest layed flat. The gym was mostly empty but in the neighboring row of lockers he’d heard the nastiest, wettest fart *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPP* and he was disgusted by it. Though the culprit of the fart, a 25 year old college jock turned the corner and looked at Anthony “Woah sorry for invading bro, didn’t think I’d find someone hard from looking at themselves” Anthony looked down to realize that he indeed had a boner and this random man had caught him with it.
Anthony quickly covered himself with his hands and apologized to the other man. He just laughed it off “All good dude, we all gotta enjoy ourselves somehow” *PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* before wafting his fart behind his back. Though at that moment Anthony’s dick started twitching and both men noticed it. “Wait… are you seriously hard because I farted?” Anthony couldn’t believe it either nor did he want to believe it. Farts were disgusting, nasty and vile yet for some reason made his dick twitch. The jock walked up to Anthony. “You’re a little fart pig aren’t you?” Before turning his ass around thrusting it back towards Anthony’s dick and *PFFFFRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT* straight onto it.
Anthony wanted so hard to be mad and yell at the jock for being so nasty but instead all he could do was moan as he felt the vibrations of the fart against his dick. The smell simmering in the musky locker room causing him to burst straight on the jocks ass. Anthony sat in bliss realizing that his new body was addicted to farts and he silent change it. But was the price of the body worth the disgust in his head? Totally.
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Steven attempted to sit up after the flash only finding himself wobbling back and forth trying to rock his way up. He’d never had this much trouble sitting up. It wasn’t till he swung his arms trying to gain momentum that he hit his stomach and caused himself pain. Immediately his eyes jolted open as he realized he’d hit his stomach???? He was a skinny dude before the flash yet now as he looked down he weighed at least 250 pounds and had a nice gut growing. He couldn’t believe it and immediately punched himself to see if he was dreaming.
Steven yelped at the pain but realized that he felt it which meant he indeed wasn’t dreaming. His wish had came true and he gained weight. He immediately stripped off his shirt and started jiggling his stomach. He tried many things in his new body enjoying the way he jiggled and moaned. He knew exactly what he wanted to try next and immediately inhaled as much air as he could before suddenly *BBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP* he let out a huge 20 second burp waking up the nearby animals. He patted his stomach and laughed at how much it was. Though he noted usually burps gave him boners get that didn’t and assumed it just happened to be he hadn’t learned enough of his new body to give himself one yet. He stood up for the night and started heading back to his room. He undressed one final time and started at himself in the mirror before hopping under the covers. He tried his best to squeeze himself under his blankets but struggled immensely to fit his whole body under. This only got him more excited realized just how big he’d become. After finally settling down he felt a fart coming and knew what to do closing all the blankets around him to trap the smell.
*PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* a 45 second long fart smelling of discomposed animals nailed his nose. He immediately started gagging at the smell but unlike the usual gags where he’d end up horny at the end this time he ended up almost pulling. Immediately hobbling up opening a window trying to air out his room. He figured it was just the new body’s first fart and he hadn’t smelt one like it before so he didn’t worry too much. But only 2 minutes later he felt yet another this one much shorter *BRAPPPPP* still a wet 15 second fart but this one also did nothing for him. It was at this point Steven realized that he had his dream body but at the cost of no longer being addicted to farts. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from farting non stop. *PFFFFTTT* *PSHHHHHHHH* *BRAP BRAP BRAP* non stop came from his new obese pig ass.
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At the end of the day both men had gotten what they wished for. For Anthony he’d become skinny and taken the body of Steven. And for Steven he’d become and obese farting pig by taking Anthony’s body. Though they both also had managed to get more than they bartend for when swapping. Anthony gaining Steven’s love for farts. Steven aging Anthony’s hatred for them. In the end both men loved their new body’s but couldn’t help and miss some aspects of their old ones.
I went to a thrift store and tried on some musky clothes because they were on sale. When I tried them on they were way too big and I noticed there were sweat stains too! Yet for some reason I couldnt find the will to take them off...
Musky and stained clothes? In a thrift store? That's odd, I most definitely didn't do that. Someone must have put them there precisely for someone to find them... Quite curious about what hides behind that. A wifebeater and sweatpants, both definitely a few sizes too big for you, what a weird combo.
Oh, putting them on already? I would have done the same, I'm curious as to what will even happen to you.
As soon as you put those clothes on, a sense of relief breezed over you. You felt good in those clothes. They were warmer than they were supposed to, and slightly damp, but to you it only added to the comfort of it all. You knew you were meant to find them.
In the changing room, you stared at your reflections. You had never realised how good you looked. But still, something was not quite perfect. Was it the tiny voice in your head telling you how weird it felt and how you should remove those clothes and never touch them again? No way. You just didn't feel the clothes against your skin enough, your underwear was in the way.
So, you promptly removed everything again, leaving you butt naked in the changing room. But then, the guy standing in the mirror felt... Different. As if he weren't exactly you, but another version of you. Sure, you had the same eyes, and a similar athletic build, but he exuded so much charisma you couldn't help but be in awe. You looked at the stranger in the mirror, into his eyes, and smiled. You knew what you had to do.
As if entranced by your own reflection, you idly put the clothes back on. And it felt good. Your stiffening dick pulsing against the damp fabric of the sweatpants, a dark spot right at the tip — did you make it, or had it been here before, who knows.
The air felt heavier around you. More humid, more... Musky. You brought the top to your face, breathing in deep. God, it smelt so fucking good. But not strong enough. Using your nose like a wild animal, you sniffed around, trying to find anywhere with a stronger scent, anywhere it could come from, and soon enough you found yourself burying your face in your very own pit. Smelling such bliss made you moan out loud, and your entire body tensed suddenly.
The face still buried deep in your own pit, you felt something brushing against your skin. From your pit against your face? From your face against your pit? Both. While a dense forest of wet dark curls sprouted under your arm, you could feel the lower part of your face begin itching; and soon enough, the timid chin hairs you had before quickly found company, as a dense stubble covered your entire lower face, before becoming a well trimmed beard. But wait, didn't you always have that? Why were you only noticing it? Whatever, it made you so hot and horny, a hand wandered into your pants, pawing at your crotch.
And even that felt much bigger than it did — or at least you thought it did — mere moments ago. That was, of course, after finding your own dick through the thick jungle of hair that had sprouted in your crotch. But when you found it, part of you was surprised; there was no way something that thick was your dick, right? Heh, who am I kidding. You were so proud of your hefty sausage, even touching it made it throb with excitement. Its warmth against your calloused hand did not help in the slightest. You felt it thicken and harden, snaking down your pant leg while smearing pre down its path. And gosh, your balls felt so full and heavy, you needed to dump a load somewhere.
"Is everything alright in here-"
A poor unassuming clerk asked, behind the curtain of the changing room. But he must have had noticed your amazing smell, seeing how he stopped in his track. Without a second thought, you opened the curtain just barely, and put a large hand behind his back to pull him in. And while you closed the curtain back, you lifted him up as if it were nothing, and shoved your lips against his. He didn't fight back; heck, he even was the one to initiate the kissing. His tongue timidly thought to enter between your lips, but as soon as you started to get serious, your thick tongue quickly took the dominance and lead the dance.
The entranced assistant's hands were roaming around the massive shelf that was your chest, sensually fondling soft fat and relaxed muscle alike, bringing a deep moan — or a low growl — to resonate in the cramped space. And as his hands roamed lower and lower, they quickly found themselves around your leaking rod, already smeared with pre from all the excitation.
"Turn around."
It wasn't even a question, it was an order you had just barked at him. But the clerk was so horny now that this was enough to make him moan before he quickly complied, offering his soft bubble butt at you. And after aiming your thick bear cock at his hole, you began rubbing it with the tip, lubing it with the huge amount of pre you were producing.
"Please sir, just slide it in already!"
Oh well, no need to tell you twice. With one hand on the wall and another on his hips, you slowly inserted centimetre after centimetre in his hungry hole. It all was going smoothly, until the end where you decided to slam the last few centimetres in, your sweaty balls loudly smacking against his legs, ripping a loud moan out of his throat
You could hear it. The short breaths, the fapping sounds, of the clerk's coworkers standing behind the curtain. So why not bring them some smell as well? Lifting one of your massive arms and exposing your damp jungle of a pit, the changing room exploded with musk, and soft moans could be heard from behind the curtain. You smirked, proud of how godly your masculinity was, but you were not done. You had balls to empty.
Fuck. You were so much of a man now, your seed was enough to make the clerk as much of a man as you. You wanted to check if anything else had happened, but your vision was blurred with lust. Everything was all too much.
Accelerating little bit by little bit, you began going back and forth, in and out. His bubble butt was stretched out to its limits, but seemed to be growing under your pre to accommodate your rod better. Breathing in your own pit, you moaned loudly, as your other free hand began rubbing his ass. Surprised, you looked down; it definitely looked hairier than before.
Back and forth, back and forth. The more you went, the more you felt your chest bounce up and down, so much so that it began bumping in your chin. You couldn't even see your own bear cock, despite it thickening and lengthening as if trying its best to remain in your view. And your hands looked so thick and hairy against the clerk.
You just wanted to cum already. You wanted to cum so bad.
With your dick still deep in him, you spun him around, lifting him with your hips alone, and buried your tongue deep in his mouth, hoping this would be enough to deafen the roar you let out as you began cumming. And kept cumming. And kept cumming even more. You just couldn't stop.
Since you were holding him in place with your bear cock and massive chests, your hands were free to roam his body, and it was even more heavenly than you could have expected. From his sloshing belly full of your potent man seed and its thickening treasure trail, to the massive wide load of a hairy ass behind, without forgetting his big milky pecs and the silky beard brushing against yours, you had definitely made a man. A man whose clothes were struggling to contain.
Once finally empty — for now — you stepped back, letting the clerk fall down, a certain amount of cum pooling out of his ass, your dick still dripping.
You were so proud. You were a real man, and managed to make the shop assistant a real man as well.
Dick first, you opened the curtain and found who you assumed to be coworkers completely exhausting and panting, dick out, and cum stains on their tight shirts. Maybe you had just not noticed them when you enter, but you were so sure they were not such handsome cubs when you entered the shop. With a grin, you shook your ever half hard rod above them, letting your thick milk drip on them and in their mouth. A little gift from you to them, you thought with a grin.
Finally putting your dick back in your shorts, a thought crossed your mind, and you almost rushed to your car.
You needed to work out so bad. And your refilling balls needed emptying again, and you knew some people would be more than happy to help.
“Oh man I cannot tell you how good this feels, son! Going from a wheelchair-bound, drooling mess to this hot body I feel ecstatic! I was so active before the accident, which makes this second chance all the sweeter. Did you not think it was strange when I gave you of all people power of attorney? Hahaha, well I guess not, but looks like I have the legal right to control all our money, Pops. Gonna buy me a nice big motorbike and try out those dating apps the young people use. Mmmmm, I haven’t felt an erection in years!
“And sorry, but you’re gonna have to get used to living out your remaining years in the wheelchair in adult diapers. I kinda drugged up that body before I left, which is why you’re struggling to speak. For the time being it’s best if all you can communicate is a few grunts and groans - we wouldn’t want people thinking you’re crazy by telling them your son stole your body now, would we?
“Now, let me call the carer to take care of you and feed you your lunch while I go and take care of something else in my new bedroom.”
Unburdened - Muscle growth and weight gain AI sequence
Thank you for everyone who voted in the poll! Here is the one you voted for and I will work on Risk it all episode 2 next. I hope you all enjoy.
The Trickster grinned as he floated invisibly around the pool, a holiday resort was always rich in insecurity, jealousy and regret. A perfect place to grant wishes and make mischief. The Trickster then saw him, Myles standing and flexing as women giggled and swooned behind him, the tall, handsome man was bulging with muscles, his pecs like swollen balloons and biceps like boulders. He was smiling but there was also exhaustion behind his expression as sweat dripped down him, many would have mistaken him as someone how had recently got out of the pool but instead he found the heat difficult to cope with. His body would overcompensate and drench him in sweat and still that did little to cool him down. The Trickster grinned as he felt a wish brewing but his green demon eyes then spotted someone else. There was Ahmed dangling his feet in the pool, his eyes drifting to Myles and then looking away painfully. The obese, hairy Arabic man had managed to escape his family for 10 minutes of peace only for him to feel self-conscious and inadequate as Myles flexed near him. Ahmed squirmed as he tried to hide his flabby body from the people behind him and the flexing jock as a wish appeared in his head.
The Trickster grinned and sent a small wisp of green smokey magic towards both men, loosening their tongues as their wishes slipped from there lips.
As Myles stopped posing his wiped the sweat from his forhead and said "Fuck! I wish I could deal with this heat better!"
While Ahmed was beginning to move away from all the attention he found himself looking towards Myles and saying under his breath "I wish I could be like that."
As the two wishes were made the Trickster snapped his fingers and plumes of green smoke surrounded both men making them cough and splutter. The men panicked as the tainted air invaded their lungs and quickly was absorbed by them both until as quickly as it appeared the smoke was gone. Both men looked around scared and confused but no one seemed to notice what had occurred to them making them both feel foolish and embarrassed, had it been in their heads? Both men were then hit with a lurching sensation as there world spun and there stomach ached and churned, a cold uncomfortable tingling ran through their bodies as each looked down at their bodies.
Both men completely unaware that they were both experiencing the same unpleasant sensation then tried to leave the pool.
Ahmed felt the tingling in his body and his stomach seemed to be doing flips and for a brief moment the chubby hairy man thought he was about to vomit. Scrambling to stand Ahmed found it was much easier to get himself up, his arms and legs felt stronger and as he took his first couple of steps he didn't feel his body jiggle as much while his belly did not feel like such a burden as it had done before. Stopping Ahmed looked down and ran a hand across his chest, his man boobs looked smaller, his belly didn't feel as large and was that a bicep he could see?
Ahmed was in shock as his body continued to tingle, he had never had muscle definition and any muscle he did have had been buried under fat for years! Ahmed still felt strange but no longer was he leaving the pool as his hands explored his tingling body, he pushed with both hands on his belly and when he let go his stomach didn't bounce back it stayed where it was and continued to shrink away! He was losing weight and at a rapid pace! Ahmed couldn't believe it, it had to be a dream as he watched the fat melt away from his arms and legs, his man tits started to look like beginner pectorals and his arms looked muscular and he couldn't help but squeeze them. Ahmed let out a happy yelp as he felt the rock hard muscle, he then ran his hands over his chest and torso as he felt more muscle bulging and growing, he was so excited that he didn't notice his body hair receding. His once bushy chest hair had thinned and his arms and legs had lost a lot of the thick hair and had now been mixed with much more sparse finer hair.
It was only when Ahmed felt the tingling in his face and he felt to feel his lack of double chin that he also felt his thinning beard. Ahmed paused as he felt his face as his jaw became more defined as the fat disappeared but also his thick, dark beard started to dissolve as it became just patchy stubble. Ahmed then started to panic as while his belly had now totally vanished and the beginning of a six pack was now defining his torso, he was also noticing how it was now completely devoid of any body hair and soon the rest of his body began to match. Ahmed a little frightened looked at his arms, legs, shoulders and feet as the body hair was now all completely gone! While his biceps were larger his pectorals were now perky, his legs looked strong and muscular he was now smooth all over, what's more his nipples looked pinker and his skin looked off.
Ahmed looked closer at his arm and saw no dark curly hair like he was used to but just plain skin, skin that now looked lighter. Ahmed didn't know if it was a trick of the light but his previously golden, olive skin now looked considerable more pale. Ahmed would have looked more closely if his face then hadn't began to ache and his world spun as the bones in his faces started to shift. Ahmed groaned as his facial features morphed and changed to take on a more western appearance, his lips thinning, his nose changing shape, his eyes changing to green and his hair becoming a chestnut brown.
Ahmed squirmed as his face finished changing and a sudden rush of energy filled up his body. All the weight he had previously carried was now gone and now his muscles swelled and expanded. Ahmed knew he should have been more worried about the changes to his skin tone, his facial features and the hair on his body but seeing his pectorals grow and bounce, his biceps bulge, his thighs thicken and the rock hard washboard abs appear on his stomach made every other change trivial.
When the tingling finally stopped and Ahmed was left with the muscular body he had always dreamed of, he smiled. He looked to his refection in the pool and although it was foreign to him, seeing the white, younger, muscular man smile back at him made him feel more confident and happy as a new name popped into his head. As Alan he was no longer burdened by his huge family and kids, no longer dragging around 400 pounds of lard and shame. Instead now he was free and fit, he looked to the woman by the pool and no longer did he want to hide away. Instead he wanted everyone to stare and to see him, no longer to he waddle but he strutted his plump bubble butt swaying from side to side as he walked. When close enough he smiled at the ladies and happily pulled a double bicep pose. A laugh escaped his lips as he looked at his new body as his muscles flexed, while the woman smiled and gave a little cheer. Alan thanked the force that granted him a miracle and turned him into a poolside god!
Across the pool no one had noticed Myles who was still clutching his stomach and finding it hard to walk as the world spun around him. He was finding it harder to take steps as he felt sluggish and lethargic, his stomach gurgled and as he grabbed it in pain he was surprised when he grabbed something soft and not his hard toned abdominals.
When Myles's vision seemed to focus the jock looked straight at his stomach and was shocked to see his abs fading away, he tried to flex and bring them back but nothing seemed to work. Myles frantically wiped the sweat from his head and his eyes as he tried to understand what was happening to him. He grabbed at his pecs and his torso and tried to feel the hard muscle as he flexed them but instead all he felt was a growing softness, a softness he had never felt before and it terrified him. Myles squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again hoping that his lack of definition was just a trick but sadly it was not. He had worked out tirelessly for this vacation to make sure he looked his best around the pool but something was causing his muscles to fade away! However, fear and terror quickly overwhelmed Myles as he looked down at his body and the little belly that has began to grow, as he was not only losing muscle he was gaining weight.
"NO NO NO!" Myles panicked as he tried to look around for help but no ones seemed to even be looking in his direction let alone noticing his distress and the growing amount of fat that had began to pile up around his body. Myles whimpered as he felt his pectorals bulge outwards into a chubby sagging blobs, his belly swelled as fat pushed out in a ring around his lower torso giving him some cute adorable love handles that wobbled as he desperately looked over his body. His arms and legs grew chubbier and instead of the fit jock there now stood what looked like an out of shape athlete.
Myles went to take a step to try and find help but his body suddenly felt drained of all its energy as if it had just been transferred to someone else. Instead Myles suddenly felt burdened in more ways the one. The main way was the huge amounts of fat that was rapidly expanding and swelling in all parts of his body, pushing his stomach outwards until it became a huge fat gut that sagged and wobbled, his pecs were now two man tits that could be held in each hand and jiggled around, while his ass grew wide and dimpled, no shape or definition but a massive blob on which to sit on. All of this slowed Myles down but it wasn't just the physical burdens that caused him to stop, his mind suddenly felt exhausted.
It was as if he now had a million things to think and stress about and no longer was he simply enjoying himself on holiday. Myles groaned as he brain ached as his thoughts were filled with worries like; how much money was this all costing, did he turn the oven off before he left home, were his keys still in the room safe, what time did he have to book the taxi to get to the airport and what was he going to do to entertain his 7 kids when they returned from spending all his money at the souvenir shop in the lobby of the hotel! Myles's eyes suddenly opened in shock, he didn't have kids, he didn't have to worry about costs, he didn't have to worry about all that stuff... did he? Myles was too busy trying to sort through the new stressful thoughts in his head that he hadn't noticed his pale skin changing shade as the honeyed complexion spread across his chubby body, What's more he dismissed the itching as thick, dark black hair started sprouting from his arms, legs, back, shoulders, face and ass, he was too busy worrying about booking in his car for a service when he returned home and how much of his credit card he would have to pay off this month and if he could get another shift to pay for the extra costs of ear medicine he had to buy for his 4th kid.
Myles face ached as well as his brain, as his facial features began to crack and break and rearrange. The typical jock look he had aspired to look like melted away to that of chubby, tired Arab, his lips fuller, his nose larger, his eyebrows thicker and his beard growing fuller. The sweat evaporated from his forehead as he no longer felt the burning heat as strongly as before, in fact this kind of heat became trivial to his new body which was used to something far more intense.
Myles then felt any remaining energy inside of him fizzle away as his body no longer had the energy to fight back as an extra 150 pound of fat bloated his already fat body. It began in his belly, which ballooned outward with astonishing speed as layers of fat accumulated in heavy, doughy rolls that cascaded over the waistband of his swim shorts. The massive gut then sagged with a loud wet slap as his body became a large wide blob. His chest swelled next, soft man tits grew into pendulous breasts that rested atop the massive dome of chubby belly. The nipples widening and sinking into the flesh as his moobs jiggled with every laboured breath. Fat surged into his arms with elbows that dimpled and swayed, his wrists vanishing into cuffs of blubber while his fingers grew sausage like and stubby. Below, his hips and ass exploded in girth each arse cheek ballooning into enormous, shapeless cushions that widened his stance and forced his legs apart. Cellulite pocked thighs merging into tree-trunk proportions that chafed constantly, knees buried in fat pads. Even his face rounded dramatically as jowls and a triple chin spilled out while his cheeks puffed out like pillows as his neck disappeared into a ring of soft rolls.
Even taking a step now was hard and his brain was now consumed with thoughts of a family, job and responsibilities he never had before and through all that noise Myles found a new name.
Mustafa wanted to cry, this wasn't him! This wasn't his life, he looked around for help but now he felt self-conscious as people looked at him. He wanted to hide and foolishly he tried to run, with one fat heavy step he quickly fell off balance and he felt his enormous, wobbly body fall and land hard on his massive fat ass.
Everyone around the pool turned and stared, Mustafa felt himself burn red with embarrassment and he felt tears prick at his eyes. This wasn't his body, this wasn't his life, he should feel confident, energised and fit! Instead he felt shame as he tried to get up and found himself unable to sit up properly due to the rolls of fat blocking him. Mustafa then started to hear giggles as he panicked and tried to get to his feet, having to heave his body up onto his knee only for him to slip again and this time the thump of his fat body was accompanied by a loud rip.
Mustafa couldn't hold it in any longer as people laughed at him as he tried to get up, tears falling down his face as everyone saw his hairy, dimpled arse through the rip in his swim shorts.
Mustafa struggled for a few more minutes as Alan and the woman chuckled at the fat man unable to get up and exposing his blubber butt to the world. Eventually two other chubby Arabic men rushed over.
"Mustafa brother let us help you"
"My nephew what have you done! We must get you up"
Mustafa was to ashamed and too panicked to fully process the fact that his new brother and uncle were helping to his feet and leading him across the pool to a life he did not know or want. The 450 pound hairy man would soon find himself led back to a hotel room where his bags were packed and his family and kids waited for him. He would be too stunned to act as he dressed in XXXL clothes that he did not recognise and be herded along by brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, his wife and kids to a taxi to the airport where he would spend the rest of his life back in Kazakhstan, his body, language, family, job and life completely foreign to him but at least he was now able to cope with the heat and climate.
While Alan flexed and watched the fat man be escorted away he turned to the women and flashed a smile his eyes darted to their breasts and butts in their skimpy bikini's, he should have expected lust and arousal but his cock did not twitch and instead his brain just thought how fabulous all the women looked. Alan looked again at the most attractive one with the largest boobs, he imagined touching them, fucking her, his dick in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, but his cock did not move and instead of excitement he instead felt a pang of disgust.
Alan then started to panic slightly as he tried to flirt with one of the women and ask her to his room later but found something entirely different spilling from his lips as a high effeminate lispy voice erupted saying "Girl you have to join me later for cocktail and give me all the poolside gossip. I love your hair girl, how do you get it so shiny mine always looks so bleurgh especially in this heat!"
Alan cringed at what he said as the woman laughed and chatted with him. Those were not the words he wanted to say! He was about to try and speak again when a large shadow suddenly loomed behind him and before he could react a massive muscular arm wrapped itself around him and pulled him close to a musky armpit and chubby pectoral heavy chest.
"Hey baby your ass is looking fucking incredible today" A towering beast of man growled into Alan's ear.
Alan's eyes widened at he was forced closer to the smelly, 6'7 bodybuilder, his massive roid gut grinding up against Alan's own six pack. Alan then looked down and almost gasped as he saw the huge obvious bulge in his tiny speedo. Alan wanted to feel disgust and fear but his own cock was already reacting to the sight and touch of his overprotective daddy of a boyfriend.
The woman all gave a condescending 'aww' and told Alan how cute he looked with the monstrous brute of man as they waved and left to get drinks leaving Alan alone, terrified and confused by the growing boner in his shorts.
Alan wanted to pull away, he hated the stink of the man, he hated how small he felt next to him, he hated how weak he felt in his big muscular arm and he hated how horny his cock was for the man he had just met!
The man then pulled Alan closer until he was whispering in his ear and Alan felt himself gulp as his new boyfriend started to speak.
"Fuck, baby… I’ve been rock hard for you all morning, I don't think we can stay away from the room too long. My cock is throbbing so bad it hurts, I've been thinking about destroying that tight little hole of yours. I think we should head back to the room now where I’m ripping your clothes off and throwing you on the bed like a toy. I'm gonna pin you down with one hand while I stretch that pretty ass open with my fingers, then slam every thick inch of this massive dick, balls deep inside you until you’re screaming. I want you squealing in pain and pleasure, your face down, ass up just the way I like it." The large man then started pulling Alan towards the rooms and Alan found himself walking along too his own cock betraying him and tenting his shorts as his new boyfriend teased and whispered in his ear, his other hand slipping down the back of Alan's shorts and his large finger finding his hole. Alan gasped and blushed as he was fingered in public, his most private orifice violated for the first time in front of everyone and he could do nothing to protest.
Alan wanted to run but his body weakened as his boyfriend continued to whisper to him making Alan moan with anticipation as he fucked his hole with his finger "Then after a long rough fuck I'm going to be sitting my big, sweaty, hairy ass right on your face. I know how much you love to serve me. You’re gonna eat my ass all night long, baby, tongue deep in my dirty, musky hole while I grind and smother you. I haven’t showered since the flight, so it’s gonna be ripe and nasty just how you like it. All that sweat and musk smothering you until your whole face stinks like my ass. When we finally go to breakfast in the morning your face is still gonna reek of my dirty hole and you’ll be breathing it in the whole time." Alan then whimpered as his new boyfriend pulled out his finger from his virgin ass with a squelching pop and then proceeded to shove it into Alan's mouth, making him suck on it as he pushed it deeper down his throat causing Alan to gag.
"You're so cute. I don't think we’re leaving that room for the entire vacation. I’m turning you into my personal fucktoy for the next 14 days. I’ll piss down your throat in the shower, make you choke on my cock while I face fuck you senseless, then flip you over and wreck your hole raw. You’ll be plugged with my cum 24/7, leaking and dripping while I use you again and again. By the time I’m done, you won’t be able to walk straight for days… and I’m not pulling out until I’ve pumped load after load into that hungry boypussy. You ready to get ruined, baby?"
Alan was terrified, he was straight, he had a family, kids and a strong attraction to women he wasn't some kinky fuck toy! Yet all that came out of Alan's mouth as the hotel door closed behind him was "Yes Daddy, ruin me!"
The Trickster smiled as he heard the loud thumping and grunting of Alan getting his ass pounded into oblivion as he screamed in pain from the thick 10 inch cock stretching out his virgin asshole.
Satisfied that Ahmed now had the body he always wanted and Myles could finally cope with the heat, he walked around the resort looking for more wishes to grant.
