Change Your Instinct

Stories of men transforming by giving into their Instinct.

[heftyboy-deactivated20210426]

I’m going BEEF MODE! 🥩

[change-your-instinct]

Learning about permabulk was what sealed Derrick's fate. He'd been struggling to put on any new muscle in the gym, moving up weights without knowing how to grow. He'd heard advice from his friends about eating clean, high protein, low fat and carbs, but nothing about his diet gave him the build he wanted. That was when he took to online forums and discovered his ruin.

Derrick called it 'Beef Mode'. The rule was simple: eat anything and everything. As long as he ate surplus, his body would get the nutrition it needed. What he failed to see was where the extra calories would go. Soon all he felt was the hunger from his consistently filled and bloated stomach, an expanded tank now constantly demanding food. He didn't care what went in his mouth, fast food, dessert, empty calories. As long as he saw progress he would be happy.

Derrick believed his curse had been broken when the new size began to appear. He saw his arms thicken at the sides of his body, his chest pressing into them filled with weight. He felt the skin between his thighs chafing with each stride, his walk forced to be a semi-waddle with his ass shaking from each step. He watched his neck thicken like a power lifter's, his jawline lowering and disappearing into his chest and shoulders. He felt ecstatic seeing his body round out into a form that he associated with raw power.

What Derrick didn't see was the way his body had bloated with no definition. Weight filled in on his lower back and spread to his love handles before dropping into his soft apron of a belly. He didn't care about the way his upper chest grew, forming two sagging tits that wobbled in front of him, their extra width falling over his sides and pushing against the interior of his massive arms. He didn't think about the fat surrounding the maw of his face, instead just constantly shoving food into his opening that was surrounded by a goatee to hide a second chin. Derric saw his giant barrel of a belly only as a sign that he was turning into a giant unstoppable bull, ignorant to the ball of dough everyone saw he was becoming.

[aigainzz]

Before and after the corporate lifestyle catched up to him

[change-your-instinct]

Mario needed to treat himself every Friday after work. He was not a fan of the corporate world despite getting a business degree in college. He wrestled throughout his school years, and loved that athletic nature in his life compared to the hours he now spent sitting in his office chair. Milk always seemed to bring back those memories, the best vehicle for protein and calories. Milkshakes became all Mario looked forward to at the end of each week.

At least, until it became the end of every day. Then simply for making it to lunch. Mario couldn't stop himself from getting one every chance he could, sick of the stagnant desk life. He wanted to feel like he was part of something more, building his body bigger and stronger the only way he knew how. The shakes became routine, thick and heavy like the body he once had, something he felt calmed him after rough tiresome days behind a screen

The effects showed quickly. Within a month his new dress shirts were firmly wrapped around his growing stomach, the buttons pulling tighter whenever he sat down. His abs slowly disappeared under a softer layer, his belly rounding forward and beginning to rest against his belt when he relaxed. Sitting would only make a gut spill into his lap, stretching the fabric taut with lines. His chest softened too, the tight muscle he once had giving way to a heavier sag under the shirt. His waist quickly thickened, the seat of his car and office chair tighter around his widening hips. Walking was different, his body falling into a natural bounce. It carried more weight than it used to, his stomach falling slightly with each step. His face had filled out enough for a second chin to show, shaking beneath freshly shaved cheeks. His entire shape had changed, replaced by one that spent long days at a desk with a milkshake always within reach.

[zwembroekje76]

[change-your-instinct]

Jose was constantly in the gym. It showed in his arms and legs, the exercise giving him permanent bicep bulges and two thick heavy thighs that squeezed into whatever he wore. He felt the weight in his step walking with his thick chest puffed out, enjoying the tight feeling of his shirts plastered across his thick shoulders and pecs.

What Jose didn't see was how much jiggle rippled through his body from his stride. He couldn't see the globe of fat attached to his midsection that bounced as he moved, his shirts fitting around his stomach like a glove and often showing his midriff. He didn't think about his thighs chafing together, never considered that the vibrations of his ass could be anything but muscle from when he squatted.

Jose's second chin was invisible to him from the cut of his beard. All he saw was the strong jawline, a round built chest, thick arms and a thick ass in the mirror. He was proud enough to display it all in a speedo on the beach, not caring how his round stomach bulged over his beltline or soft chest stuck out like soft teats. He was there to relax, show off his body, and enjoy the sun.

[hello-bulldog]

[change-your-instinct]

"Oh no," you thought, feeling the salty taste of seawater drip over your tongue and down your throat. You'd seen it happen to too many men at bear beach. One drop was all it took.

Bristles of hair began sprouting around your mouth, turning your upper lip into a thick brush. You felt the fuzz melt down your cheeks and spread under your chin, a light dusting appearing on your chest before you felt the next changes begin.

Your flat stomach was the first thing to go. Your middle dropped over the front of your fitted bathing suit, a soft fleshy bulge jiggling right under your nose. Soft round love handles quickly wrapped your sides, attaching to your new overhang almost as if to prevent it from dropping any further. You didn't mind the changes to your arms, soft muscle wrapping their entire length, the slightest bit of tone visible in the smooth jelly like weight they swam in.

Then came the largest change. You felt the drawstring at your waist sinch tighter, your rear forcing itself into the seat of your swimtrunks pulling the waistband into your skin. The bottom couldn't fit on its own anymore, the back lowering itself just an inch unable to fit the new size of your asset. There was little room left to breathe.

You felt like a penguin now, hardly able to walk in the piece of cloth plastered around your lower half without waddling. Your soft white belly lead the way, toting in front of you with its weight pulling you forward. If not for the new strength of your rear, its size certainly would have had you leaning. You raised a hand to your mouth, feeling your new plush face. There was no going back now, leaving you wondering what another drop could do.

[mrbulgesexy]

[change-your-instinct]

"I'm going to the restroom" your friend said out of nowhere, immediately standing before walking toward the back of the restaurant as if he were being controlled.

Secretly, he was.

You were his gym buddy, his ride, the friend he called in the middle of the night when he needed to be picked up from wherever he was. He barely returned a thanks, never available if you needed the same favor. Your friends laughed when you mentioned it, leaving you feeling stuck with nothing else to do but suck it up.

At least, until you got an idea from a magic show with a mind mentalist.

You began using the same tricks whenever you were with him in the gym or your car. You expected it to take at least some form of effect from how much time he spent with you, but was surprised to learn just how suggestible he was.

One week of conversations about famous skin heads Brian Shaw or Terry Crews, and he couldn't have shaved his head any faster to match. One week of mentioning underwear and support, and soon he could only ever be touting about the lockerroom in a jockstrap. He was too unaware to even consider the stares or weird glances from the other men in the gym, so mentally weak when that gave you another idea.

You added subliminal messaging to your soundtrack, layered voices under the music in your car. Your friend could never notice. You started saying "oh boy" whenever he was about to do something, training him to respond to it. Conditioning him.

You let him train for a month, finding that you couldn't be happier to learn just how effective it was. You were out eating with friends when you decided to drop the trigger, responding "oh boy" to something that was said. His reaction couldn't have been more immediate, your friend bumping the table as he got up to excuse himself before mindlessly wandering to the rear of the restaurant.

You waited a moment before also saying that you needed to go yourself, and tried not to dash back to the same room.

You walked into the best sight you'd ever seen of your friend. His hands were planted above the urinal, pants lowered revealing his powerlifting ass wrapped in a white jockstrap. His back was arched, pushing his rear out and allowing for easier entry.

You locked the restroom door behind you before turning back to your friend. There was only one way to snap him out of his state, and that was when your seed was left dripping from his hole and out his crack. You lowered your shorts to let your already hard tool spring out. Your hands wrapped around his waist, pulling his body onto yours. "Good boy" you whispered, letting him relax just slightly allowing you to slide into his hole in one smooth motion. You felt his body tremble to your touch, and milked your own pleasure for all you'd done for him.

[feeder-got-fat]

Growing fatter.

[change-your-instinct]

Kurt didn't know what had happened to him. He used to be the star of the football team, dream build, dream body. Sure, he might have been gay, but that just made it easier to have all the sex he wanted, guaranteed to bring someone home thanks to his sculpted muscles. At least, until the summer he discovered beer.

Kurt's metabolism crashed almost instantly. Of course, completely forgetting to go to the gym helped too. His evenings were spent guzzling beer, and the day after spent filling up the recently vacated space of his bloated stomach with food. He didn't care that his chest had lost all definition, slowly fattening on top of his balloon of a stomach expanding further and further with his growing appetite.

Returning to college only made it worse. Kurt played beer pong every night, winning simply from the sheer amount of liquid he could consume. The college cafeteria next to his dorm was always open, allowing for his body to fill up and expand further. His stomach was on full display in every fitted athletic shirt he'd ever owned. He couldn't face returning to tryouts, opting instead to sit his ass on his couch wearing his old gear that no longer covered his midriff or rear.

The most prominent change in Kurt's life was his libido. The weight gain sure wouldn't have helped him land anyone, that is if he were even trying. The fatter he got, the less concerned with sex he became. He only wanted to fill his stomach further. It was all he need.

That's when the daddy's noticed him. They wanted a docile, obedient boy, one who wouldn't run around and play with others. Kurt was perfect for that role now, a boy who's body would sit like a cushion on the couch, happy to roll over every time a dad needed to let out a load. It wasn't long before Kurt was paired up, happily taken by a man who kept the fridge and Kurts belly filled. All Kurt needed to do now was keep his rear and stomach full and he was in heaven.

[bullmuc]

[change-your-instinct]

All Jake wanted in life was to live in a mansion and get ripped. If he could spend all day at the gym as his job, that's what he'd do. It was stupid to need a degree in order to get hired as an athletic coach. His degree was his body. Giant arms, massive chest. He'd still head to workout after spending all day at his blue collar job.

At least, until the layoffs. Jake got his wish to spend all day at the gym, ignoring that he no longer had a source of income. That's when things started to go downhill. He started selling his things to make rent, only to fall short and end up kicked out. He could still live in his car, his gym membership providing showers. Even then, his wardrobe was reduced to dirty gym clothes, yellowed shoes, stuff he never found time to wash.

Jake told his story to anyone who would listen. It was how people learned to avoid him during their own workouts, which was hard with Jake there all day.

Then Jake met Rich. Rich had intentionally gone up to Jake, asking for help, for coaching. Jake couldn't have been happier, hoping to maybe make some money on the side. At the end of the session, Jake started his sob story. Rich listened, seeming to understand. By the end, Rich wanted to help. He offered Jake a place to stay to help get on his feet. Jake took the offer immediately.

They drove to Rich's address. Jake wound through a well-off neighborhood, ending up on a long driveway leading to the kind of mansion Jake had always wanted to live in. Rich was there to greet him with a smile, letting Jake in to see the mable floors, giant windows, and bring Jake to his room.

That was when Rich shared the next requirement for living there. Rich was a psychotherapist, whatever that meant, and Rich wanted to help Jake out of his situation. All Jake needed to do was sit and listen, which was fine by him. Jake watched Rich's hands before him, his gaze setting into a deadpan stare as his mind began to shut itself off from boredom. He wasn't paying attention to what was being said, only responding to the simple orders. Look down. Left. Up. Right. Sleep.

Jake woke with his skin pressed against cold hard tile, all clothing removed aside from two articles- his yellowed shoes and a jockstrap he'd never seen before. His ape-like body was on fully display, arms as thick as his calves holding up his massive shoulders, his rear wrapped in elastic with his ass pointing out. His entire lower-half was shaved, maybe even waxed with not a hair visible. His hole felt slippery for some reason. His lower body felt rubbery as he walked, his two ass cheeks moving like clean soap bars rubbing against eachother.

Walking meant moving on all-fours, right? Jake couldn't recall it ever being any different, the weight on his knuckles naturally arching his back.

"Who's a good boy?" Jake heard from the corner of the room, his head turning to see his owner.

Jake was certain he had known this man's name before. Despite this, the only words that came to describe him were 'master', 'handler', 'sir'.

The man walked over to Jake, naked, bone in direct line of sight.

"Who wants a treat?"

Something shut off in Jake's mind when his eyes connected with the dangling piece of meat. He didn't think twice about shuffling over, eyes empty, mouth dropped open to let a drop of saliva hit the floor. Waves of conditioned happiness rolled through his body as he brought his tongue out to get a taste, the rest of his mouth wrapping around the soft piece of flesh and going to work.

[change-your-instinct]

His profile said he was only into daddys, which made it surprising when he finally said yes to you. You were young, fresh out of college, full head of hair and a smooth face. You'd seen pictures of his lightly furred body, heard stories of how dominating he'd been in bed. You'd dreamed of getting a chance to taste his cock, feel its width inside your body.

He took you back to his place where you finally got a glimpse of his shaft. It hung halfway down his leg semi-hard, struggling to get up all the way. He helped you out of the rest of your clothes, laying you in his bed so he could finally use your drooling mouth.

The spongey tip slid under your front teeth, the thick member filling your wide maw. He used your tongue as a slide, his shaft making it to the back your throat dragging his precum across your tastebuds. Another sensation became present too, a dull buzzing numbness that seemed to envelop your whole mouth. You let out a slight moan, your face relaxing and head pressing back into the fabric beneath you.

The feeling was slightly euphoric, your mouth unable move as he impaled your head. The scent of his wood filled your sinuses while you struggled to breathe. That was when you looked in the mirror at the foot of his bed.

You were unsure of what you were seeing at first. His body was above what you assumed was yours, but something was different. Instead of the full head of hair you expected, you saw a growing dome of skin, hair turning white. Your gaze connected with the eyes in the mirror, and that's when you recognized your own stare.

Panic flooded your brain. You tried to lift yourself up to get a better look, only to help shove his member down further into your body. The changes sped up. Your eyes widened seeing your hairline continue to recede, disappearing into sideburns that had begun to work down the side of your face. White sideburns. The precum soaked spit dripping from his shaft seemed accelerate it, coating your chin and drawing out longer hairs. A short white beard was spread out around your mouth, your skin slightly shriveled and losing its youth. Even the hair on your chest had lost its color.

You needed to get out. You tried to push yourself from under him only to find the strength of your muscles gone. You were weaker, your power sapped away and your energy drained. You caught his domineering glare watching you become helpless, watching you grow unable to do anything while pinned beneath him, his cock jumping while you struggled around him. It was too late, your body too feeble to help itself as he came inside you, completing the process.

[joebearpr]

[change-your-instinct]

Evan was never bright at school. Luckily, he was able to get along just fine, taught by his parents at a young age that the only important thing was blind obedience. Growing up in a redneck town, he was quick to join the foobtall team, helped by coach to bulk his body, and get used to manual labor once he graduated. He still often wore his school jockstrap, too dim to think it had any other purpose otherwise. He was strong and lean at the time, at least, until the events of the past year.

Evan wasn't very political. All he was taught was blue bad, red good, and he shouldn't think any other way. The city was raving when the food charts got updated by the government- red meat, dairy, carbs, fat, all was ideal. If the president said so, it must be so. That was all Evan's meals consisted of now.

Evan was ecstatic to see his body begin to grow with the new diet, his belief in the president reinforced. He loved feeling more weight in his step. He loved how his shirts and pants grew tighter, how his clothes seemed to constantly shift and expose his skin as if he were a giant. Bigger was better, right?

Evan was too blind to see his body composition change. How all his growth was fat, his body growing plump and soft. He didn't think about how he was constantly out of breath, struggling to lug his new weight around. He didn't realize how his strength was less effective, a beast burdened by its own size. He became plush like a pillow, swollen skin against skin, a buttery chest growing over a dropping belly. All his definitions disappeared, his muscles sinking into a sea of lard.

Evan had never cared to pay attention in health class. He didn't realize just how his body affected him: How all his excess fat lowered his testosterone, how all the excess dairy increased estrogen. He didn't realize how his once dominant-focused mind had changed, submissive hormones taking control. He didn't need to think. He just needed to obey, take all changes passively, not care that his own government was fattening him up so he'd stay dumb and complacent to his own exploitation.

[bullmuc]

[change-your-instinct]

Tim had always wanted to be a man. He was only drawn to the same role models growing up: the men with shaved heads, full beards, and muscles that popped out of their shirts. There was something about the way the traps wrapped their neck to give them a massive appearance, while the light dusting of hair on their chest and arms adorned their bulging muscles. It was what Tim hoped for himself.

The moment Tim could, he started working on the body he wanted. Soon after spending a significant time in the gym, the extra testosterone flooding through his system quickly changed him. His muscles formed curves in his skin, his shoulders widened, his face changed as hair began spreading across his cheeks. It wa fine that his head had trouble growing hair, there was enough spreading on his body anyway.

What no one had warned him about, however, was the smell. The first time he caught a whiff of it was headed home from the gym, his shirt drenched in sweat. It didn't smell bad- it was as if his hard work had been given an aura. It was his pits that emanated it the most, and whenever Tim smelled it, everything relaxed. His mind simplified, his body felt right. It was the best relief he could have asked for, hormones flooding his head and shutting off his thoughts.

The smell became all Tim wanted to live in. He rarely showered with soap now, letting his scent soak into his curls. He let his mustache grow, hoping the smell would settle permanently under his nose. Every time after the gym, he'd spend the car ride with his shirt off, getting as much of the fresh sweat in his head as possible. His eyes dimmed, few thoughts remaining, little more going on in his head than the thought of pumping iron and existing in his state of bliss.

[bears-n-briefs]

[change-your-instinct]

You want to become a bear? First step is to stop shaving. Yes, including your body hair. Don't worry about your tattoos becoming hidden, they'll just have a fuzzy coating that shows in your silhouette. It'll have a glow. That's it, just let your beard come in and chest fill out with fur. It'll grow faster with your new diet. All those extra nutrients have to go somewhere, right?

Don't worry how none of your favorite shirts fit the way they used to, now they fit even better. You look just like a teddy bear with that soft middle filling the space around you. The fact that your love handles and hour-glass shape is visible in whatever you wear is only enticing. Yes, even with how your body noticeably ripples with each step. Don't worry about the soft breeze you feel on your exposed midriff, you'll stop noticing it soon enough when everyone else will.

You noticed your legs started chafing, growing too thick for your usual boxers? You'll do better in cotton briefs, yes the white ones dads wear. They'll keep your package dry and give your groin room to breathe. Just add lots of baby powder to keep your ass nice and soft, and you won't notice the way your thighs can't keep from rubbing against each other. You want to show me? Looks amazing.

[bestinmem]

[change-your-instinct]

Hank didn't understand what was happening to his metabolism. Each day the world moved slower as if it felt the new weight of his body. He'd turned into a round ball over the past weeks, heavy, fuzzy, plush. His clothes could barely fit him, clinging too tightly to him one morning before giving up the next. Hank had no energy anymore compared to when he was thin.

Hank used to be jumpy, hardly able to stay still, not ideal for being a nude model. His roommate needed one for their class on body studies however. Hank was happy to be used as an emergency pick, but neeed to sit still for at least an hour. That would have been an issue if his roomate hadn't started providing "Planet Bars".

The supplement stuck to the inside of his mouth like peanut butter, gluing his mouth shut. The effect on his body couldn't have been more similar. Hank couldn't move. He didn't want to move. A warm fog settled over his mind. It was like a weighted blanket had been draped over him despite the air tickling his exposed skin. His muscles loosened. The world quieted.

The session flew by. Then the rest of the day did too. Hank didn't know where the time had gone, just that he wanted to stay inside, relaxed and curled up in bed. He couldn't have felt more complacent. When his roommate needed to make adjustments to the sketch, Hank was happy to provide, assuming he got another bar. The slow days became a habit, and gradually began to affect Hank's body too.

Every morning Hank felt more sluggish than the last, every night going to bed a little bigger and fuller than before. Each day his belly pushed further outward like rising dough. His chest grew rounder, his thighs wider, his whole frame sinking in softness that matched his mattress. Hank no longer had the energy to shave anymore, as shown by the growing fur on his face and covering the rest of his body. It matched the same fuzziness spreading through his thoughts.

Hank's whole persona succumbed to laziness. He hardly walked anywhere now since it was much easier to sit. He barely left the flat, used as a model for his roommate almost every day. Hank hadn't known life could have been this simple, his thoughts no longer racing through his head and feet no longer bouncing. Everything was slow and heavy.

Whenever Hank sat on the stool he couldn't stop staring at himself. Part of it was shock seeing how his body spilled out in front of him, his stomach jigglying with each breath while his sloped chest lay on top of it like melted butter. A forest of curls had spread over his expanse, the exhales from his nose rustling the hair on his chest while the cold air picked at the strands on his back. At the same time, he was content. Everything was soft and warm, the cool metal stool barely felt by the warm mass of his rear heating the seat.

The roommate seemed happy being able to complete the body studies with only one model, and Hank was happy to be a soft sedative bear that only needed food to be satisfied.

[rubacubdub]

[change-your-instinct]

Your roommate stopped working out once he learned of your conditioning. You'd always been into hypnosis, wanting to have a master who'd put you under and fuck you in submission. You'd played around with a few different types, only to end up with hypnotists who would only want a service boy.

One was particularly bad, permanently ingraining you with the need to drain a man once you saw their cock. He'd invited all his friends over once the conditioning was set, each one pulling their tool out after the next. You couldn't stop yourself from spearing your head on each man, your new instinct taking complete control without the ability to stop. After the programming was made, it could only be removed by the master, and there was no chance he was ever going to do that.

You moved on since then, taking greater care in selecting your partners. You thought you were safe until one day you walked in on your roommate sleeping naked on the couch. He'd been fit at the time, toned muscles wrapping around his body. He had a built chest, arms, and ass from working out every day. Despite this, he never seemed to get any action.

Once your eyes locked on his limp member it was too late. You couldn't look away. You couldn't stop yourself from stepping forward, kneeling down between his muscled legs, your mouth quickly drawing saliva.

Your roommate jolted awake when you brushed against the inside of his thighs.

"What the fuck?" He asked, frozen in shock.

You opened your mouth to respond, only to end up allowing a flood of spit to escape from your lips. It dribbled down your chin only to drip onto his tool. He flinched at the cold sensation, but his soft cock jumped, stirring up to stiffen.

It didn't need to be hard for you to start working. Your roommates shaky breath hid the hint of his moan as you started sucking.

"No" was your last clear thought as a blanket of numbness took your head. Your mind entered a trance. You could only pay attention to the cock in your mouth as it swelled, stretching past your tongue and hitting the back of your throat. Your mind blocked any gag reflex, prioritizing swallowing and milking his shaft over your own breath. The brief inhales through your nose took in his scent, emphasizing the taste of his precum spread across your tongue.

Your jaw was locked open as your head moved back and forth, his thick meat dragged through the cavity of your skull. Spit dripped down the length as you thoughtlessly worked needing to do nothing but please. Your body was encouraged by the moans your roommate couldn't hold back, his body gasping as you drew the cum from his balls. He let loose the pent up load he'd been storing for days with a grunt, a torrent of white cream racing down your throat. You needed every last drop, your mouth forced to work until all that was left was your saliva on his tool.

Since then, your roommate stopped trying to stay in shape. He had a bitch at home for whenever he felt. You'd walk in to find him laying naked on the couch, waiting for you semi-hard. Your programming would take over.

The changes came slow. First, his legs turned into massive cushions that wrapped your body, trapping you in a tight plush hold while you worked. Then his stomach became a pillow for your head, a belly constantly in the way. He didn't care about the extra weight he put on. After all, he got all the action he wanted and you had no choice but to supply.

[killdozerlove]

[change-your-instinct]

"What's this?" Jack asked, taking the protein bar his workout partner was handing him. "Gorilla Feed," They said, identifying the name on the package. "For your gains."

Jack had been dying to put on size since he'd started at the gym. Tall with little mass, he had to put in extra work for the slightest bit of muscle to show. He was definitely toned, but almost none of it showed in his wardrobe.

"Simply eat, simply grow," The tagline read. Jack thought nothing of it, opening the bar to eat on his way home.

The flavor exploded in Jack's mouth from the first taste. He didn't know how to put it- it was definitely protein-based, but something else he couldn't comprehend. Something his mind couldn't identify, something he wanted more of. He didn't realize it was the feeling of his mind dimming, softening at the edges, simplifying. It was euphoric.

The bar was all Jack could think about until the next time he went to the gym. His partner seemed happy to supply several boxes, Jack already opening one in the middle of their session.

The changes came fast. Jack was definitely bulking up, his shirt hem quickly growing higher while his shorts squeezed around thickening thighs. Jack had never been super hairy, but waves of curls began spreading from his barrel of a chest, wrapping around the pecs like a cover. A beard quickly followed as dusting made its way down his arms and legs.

Jack couldn't see his other growth, however. He couldn't see his stomach widening, his chest softening and hanging to the sides. His arms grew heavy with weight, almost as if burdened with the same slowness his mind now carried. He couldn't comprehend the fur wrapping his shoulders, couldn't see the way people looked at him in disgust when he walked around the locker room shirtless, body shaking with each step.

Jack didn't care. His mind had grown to simple to comprehend the changes, to care about the changes. All he saw was getting what he'd always wanted- growing bigger. It was all he could want anymore, other than showcasing his body in selfies, tongue dumbly dangling out. All that was left was a gorilla made to eat and lift.

[curves-curves-curves]

[change-your-instinct]

James didn't think his trip to Italy could have gone better. He'd always wanted to spend a summer there, and right after getting married decided it was the next best thing to do. It was everthing he'd dreamed of: sunny beaches, pasta all day, endless gelato.

The food couldn't have tasted better. Everything was made fresh, a trip to the market part of their daily routine after a morning of pastries. James couldn't help himself. He ignored the extra pounds that had grown on his body and the way his clothes fit tighter. He didn't even consider going to the gym, using his entire day of walking as an excuse for his widening rear and chafing legs.

He used beach days to excuse his shrinking wardrobe. While unbuttoned shirts gave his stomach room to breathe, he'd often go out topless claiming he was heading to the beach. After all, he'd never see these people again, so why should he care how they saw the overhang of his stomach slowly spilling over his pants?

It wasn't until vacation was over that James realized his mistake, unable to find anything that fit for the trip home. He tried every article of clothing he'd packed, growing further embarrassed seeing how his newly plush body spilled out of each one. He lay on the couch in defeat, open suitcase next to him, some of the clothes he'd brought now torn from the way his body had stretched them. He wasn't sure how he'd get home, his figure twice the size than when he'd arrived.

[theepitomeofbeautifulreloaded]

@beartherobxx

[change-your-instinct]

Jeff didn't understand what was happening to his body. He had been one of the most ripped and toned guys on the football team, smooth muscles wrapping around his body, defined valleys in his skin.

Then came the summer he was sent home with a packet and mass gainer his coach had provided. The packet had two sections: A workout schedule and calorie tracker. Each day was specific, exactly what exercises to do and what to eat. It went all the way to the next season, including the days when school had already started.

Jeff didn't give it a second thought. The packet wasn't meant to let him think- it gave him exactly how much milk he should drink, how much protein powder he was to consume, how much lifting he expected to do.

Jeff didn't notice how it was all primarily lower body focused- squats, lunges, core. It had arm work too, but other than that it had little for his upper body. He didn't see how he was meant to be having 7,000 calories a day by the end of the summer, almost all of it in dairy. He didn't understand how all of it was meant to increase his estrogen level, make him the perfect obedient player that would follow coach's orders.

Jeff didn't think about how his balls seemed to rise high, keeping close to his body. He didn't notice how his cock shrunk in his hand, the head not even reaching his thumb. He didn't care how he grew several pants sizes, his ass wide and fat while his shirts stayed the same. It wasn't until a pool party that his friends noticed, pointing out his tits.

"They're pecs," Jeff tried correcting, only for them to laugh.

"Have you looked?"

It was only then, in the bathroom changing, did Jeff finally see. The body he'd been working hard on growing, following direction- it was nothing like the body he started summer with. His legs and waist were thick, his cock small between his massive legs. Then his chest- it wasn't the defined shelf he was used to. His tits stuck out, flat against fatty nips that hung rounded above his gut. He took a pic, comparing it to his old photos, only now feeling how much his body had grown to be controlled.

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[change-your-instinct]

The work desk was no place for underwear. Still, there was always a pair sitting on Kurt's desk no matter how many times you reminded him. "It's just there to dry out from the gym," He'd claim, wanting an excuse to bring up how he worked out every morning.

It showed. Kurt had a body you drooled over- solid arms dusted with the perfect amount of fur, a V-shaped back you swooned whenever you were behind him. Collared shirts barely fit him, his biceps bulging against the sleeves, his chest making the top impossible to button. His manliness was accentuated by the full beard he prided himself in growing.

Still, as his manager, it was your job to make sure the workspace was kept appropriate. The fact that his briefs had become a norm was going to be a problem for you.

What you didn't expect was when you got a picture text from his number. You opened the chat to look, and immediately felt nervous at the contents. There was no doubt it was a picture of you, in your office with your work shirt on, the logo clearly visible. The one thing that wasn't on was your pants, you holding your hard cock- a picture you'd taken a while ago but kept on the app.

You had no choice but to step into Kurt's office.

Kurt looked up, clearly expecting you, leaning back to put his hands behind your head. Your heart skipped a beat looking at his figure, but you had to start.

"Hey, saw what you sent. Wanted to make expectations clear that that was not appropriate and what can be done to avoid taking this issue further."

Kurt smiled, hearing almost exactly what he'd wanted. "Two things," He said. "First, my underwear is allowed to dry out since you keep bringing it up."

You felt pained, no option but to turn a blind eye. Either way would end up in HR, but this one was better.

"Second, since your profile said you love giving oral-" Kurt lowered his arms to the zipper on his pants, quickly unbuttoning and pulling down the waist to expose his commando style. "I want to feel what that's like."

You stood there, shocked. You'd considered what he'd tasted like, but never thought for a second he'd be into that. You couldn't deny your want, your bulge quickly growing. You were too late to stop the drop of saliva from dripping out of your open mouth.

Kurt just smiled, giving his tool a small shake to let it stiffen.

You took a breath. You were going to get it over with. You would do it quick. And you would enjoy it.

You bent down in front of his chair, getting on your knees. Kurt placed his hand on the back of your head- not in a forceful way, but caring, leading you down onto his shaft. You sucked your lips over your teeth, allowing your spit to lube his shaft as his head dragged against the roof of your mouth.

Kurt didn't trim. His bush surrounded your entire nose, the curls reaching up your cheeks. You weren't sure how well he showered after the gym, the smell of fresh sweat still remaining on his tool. You enjoyed it.

You supported your arms by laying them across Kurt's thick thighs, your shoulders holding your head loosely and allowing it to fall. His legs were bigger than you thought, their mass squeezing around you slightly, bringing you closer.

Kurt exhaled on your head as he breathed through his mouth. You tried to stifle a moan as you felt his member toy with the back of your throat. You could tell he enjoyed the vibration, his feeling of control over you. You worked your head back and forth, moving his swollen tip across your tongue. You felt precum draining from him, its taste making its way down your throat.

You couldn't stop as habit took over. You felt your mind go silent, let nature take control as you made sure he felt pleasure. Kurt twitched under your grasp, your only focus to drain your employee of his cum. His legs flexed harder, his hands gripped your shoulders stronger. You heard him gasp as you succeeded, his cock jumping in your mouth moments before he shot.

More fluid than you expected flooded into your mouth, coating your entire tongue and throat in salt. You stopped your gag reflex, the thick drops filling your entire cavity. Its smell went up your nose, leaving your mind drifting in a heavenly high.

That's when you realized you couldn't swallow. The smell continued growing more intense no matter how hard you tried. In a moment it became all you could focus on, overwhelming your other senses. You thought your body was only numb from exertion, but something was wrong- you couldn't move. You couldn't even form words with what felt like his seed plastered inside your skull.

His hand wrung around your neck, pulling you into the crevices of his groin. You didn't think it was possible to go that deep, yet you felt as light as air, the moisture of his seed felt across your entire body. It was all your tongue could taste, any feeling of it inside your mouth gone.

That's when you realized. You didn't have a mouth. You didn't even have a body. Your entire weight was held in his hand, along with whatever was deposited on you from inside his sack.

"Boss," You heard Kurt say aloud, reading the black letters from your waistband. You were a pair of briefs, unable to move, soaked in his fluids. His scent was all you could feel, slowly permeating into you as his discharge dried. "Guess I better let you air out," He said, placing you right besides his keyboard.

You had a perfect view of him for the rest of the day as crust formed on your body, your mind living in the smell of his dried cum.