This one's a long one, but I'm proud of it. I might even write a part two of the inspiration strikes me. Feel free to send me some ideas for a part two.
Synopsis: A couple working in forensics get called to investigate a few disappearances near a town in the middle of nowhere. There, they discover a border around the town that has transformative effects on those who cross it.
The morning sun scattered across the foggy forest air as me and my husband drove farther and farther from society. After an hour of driving over unpaved roads, we came to a stop in front of yellow caution tape.
"Are you sure I should be on this job so quickly, babe?" My husband asked as he sat restlessly beside me.
"You'll do great. Besides, this'll be good experience in the field."
"I know it is..." He said with a sigh. "I just feel like this is a big step, I don't even know anything about forensics and suddenly I'm helping you find missing people in the middle of buttfuck nowhere."
"Don't worry, babe. With jobs like these, I usually just look around, take some samples, and I'm on my way in a couple of hours."
We were interrupted by my colleague knocking on the window.
"Hey buddy, how's it going?" He said.
"I'm alright, just a little upset they had to send us all the way out here." He scoffed. "Who's this?"
"This is my husband, Stan."
"Oh I've heard a lot about you, nice to finally meet you!" He said, reaching past me to shake his hand.
Stan shook his hand and smiled. "Nice to meet you."
"Well..." My colleague continued. "I'll see you down there in a bit, I'm still waiting on some details on the case."
"Got anything you can tell me? They were pretty vague in the case report." I asked.
"I mean... I heard rumours that they sent a cop to look for those missing folks out here, and he went missing too. That's why they sent us out here. But you didn't hear that from me."
I brought my fingers to my lips and sealed them shut.
"Good man." He said while patting my shoulder. "I should stop talking now and let you do your job."
He stepped back and lifted the caution tape, letting us drive through.
"A cop went missing here!?" Stan snapped.
"You better not get me killed out in the middle of nowhere!" He yelled with a bit of nervous laughter.
"Don't worry babe, you know I'll always protect you."
I reached over the console and grabbed his hand. It seemed to calm him down enough to stop wriggling in his chair for the time being.
It wasn't long before we arrived at the site. There was a comical amount of caution tape blocking the road, so I pulled over. As Stan gathered his things, I walked up to the caution tape and noticed something strange. It was subtle enough that I hadn't noticed it from the van, and distinct enough that I had no idea what it could be. It glimmered the same way that bubbles of soap do, but it stretched far upward and as far left and right as I could see.
"What are you doing babe?" Stan shouted from the van.
"Nothing... Just checking out the caution tape."
I walked back to the van and opened up the back.
"Babe, can you come grab the tent?" I called out to Stan.
He hopped out of the van with his backpack and hat, and hurried over to the back.
"Just bring the tent about 20 metres over there and set it up, I'll meet you over there."
Just as Stan got out of sight, I threw on my Hazmat suit. I didn't want to freak him out, but I had been told ahead of time that there were suspicious circumstances surrounding these disappearances. That's pretty much all they had to say, but I assumed they thought it could be some sort of chemical leak. Why else would they call me all the way out here.
I stepped past the yellow tape and got as close to the glimmering border as I could get. It was fully see through, it just refracted light in ways that made it shine all colours of the rainbow. It didn't smell or make any sounds, and it didn't seem to affect the surrounding ground of plants in any way. If it was radioactive it would have shown on my Geiger counter, so it wasn't that.
I took a deep breath and reached my hand through the shining border. It gave a bit of resistance, as if it was something physical, but my hand pushed through it quite easily. At first I didn't feel anything, it almost felt anti-climactic. But soon enough, I started to feel a tingle run along my skin. Pressure built inside my glove, it felt like it was shrinking but it quickly became obvious that my hand was actually growing. The rubbery material stretched to its limits until a large tear formed along the back of my hand, letting me see dark hairs growing where they never had before. Each finger of the glove ripped one by one as my fingers swelled into meaty calloused sausages.
I couldn't believe my eyes at first. As the remains of my gloves fell to the ground, I was left staring at a thick and hair covered hand that was unrecognizable to me. I flipped it and made a fist, just to confirm that it was in fact my own hand, and sure enough, it followed my orders as if it was my own. Though my brain wasn't quite used to such heavy hands and unwieldy fingers, it took a moment to adjust.
Once I had fully processed what had just happened, I pulled my hand back out. I expected it to be stuck like that forever, but as soon as it exited the border, it was like my hand started to deflate. My hand shrunk to its normal size and the thick hairs receded back into my skin, leaving no evidence of what just happened. No stretch marks, no hair, no callouses.
I looked over at Stan to see if he noticed, but he was too busy setting up the tent. I wanted to tell him, but my curiosity got the best of me, all I wanted to do was experiment with this.
I moved my hand in and out of the glimmering border really fast, watching it grow and shrink, grow and shrink. Now that the glove wasn't in the way, it actually felt good every time my hand transformed. It was only natural that I wanted to see more. I stuck my foot in and immediately felt the pressure grow in my shoe. It didn't take long for my toes to burst out of the front of them. I looked in awe at my wide feet, with hairy toes to boot. And sure enough, when I pulled my foot out of the border, it turned back to normal.
That's when I had the idea to step through the bubble. Would the rest of my body grow? Surely it would. But how would it grow, would I grow taller, stronger, fatter? The possibilities were terrifying but endlessly intriguing. And besides, I'll go back to normal as soon as I step out, so what's the harm.
I took a deep breath, fully considering what I was about to do. I could have done some tests, or told my boss, but that would be no fun. I held my breath and closed my eyes before taking a big step through the border.
I felt the tingling sensation all over, like I stepped into a bath of pop rocks. Within seconds I could feel my entire Hazmat suit tighten around my body as it grew. I saw a small bulge grow over my stomach, pushing the suit further and further out. My body stretched out, growing taller and making my pants ride up my calves. I felt strength surge through me as I grew, my arms swelled and my legs thickened.
It wasn't long before I heard my suit tearing. It started around my midsection, my stomach had grown into a rounded beer belly, making the fabric strain around my waist before ripping down my sides. Soft love handles spilled out of the tears as I continued to grow.
An intense itch erupted across my face, and even though I couldn't see it, I knew that thick hairs were sprouting from my once hairless face. It spread across my jaw, over my lip, and even in the growing rolls of fat under my chin.
My suit continued to tear in different places. It ripped right down my ass when my once flat ass started to expand. It ripped across my chest as my shoulders broadened to match my hulking height. As it ripped, it revealed my hairy pecs which had become more like man tits as fat piled into my chest. It wasn't long before I was naked from the waist up, my growing belly ripped right through the suit, exploding outwards like a tidal wave of fat.
My biceps swelled to over twice their original size, complimented by a thick pelt of hair, and my thighs soon followed suit. They ripped along the sides as my thighs thickened and my fly tore open, letting my beer can sized cock spring out. Though my pants somehow managed to stay intact enough to stay on.
I leaned against a nearby tree as the transformation came to an end. I felt ridiculously strong, yet just standing around took so much energy from me.
I started to take my bearings once I caught my breath. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and noticed that my hairline had receded a couple inches, mostly at the temples, but not enough to be considered bald. My thick fingers traced along the side of my head, where I felt thick sideburns that were longer than the hair on my head, leading all the way down to my chin. Though the hair right at my chin seemed much shorter, that's when I knew for sure that I had grown some nasty mutton chops.
I couldn't see my face, but just thinking about what I looked like had my cock sticking straight up into my underbelly. Speaking of my belly, it felt heavy and imposing. It preceded my hulking body wherever I went, bouncing with every step.
I hadn't quite realized how hairy I was until I really took a look at my body. It made sense given how hairy my hands and feet were, but I had truly never seen any man have this much hair from head to toe. A thick trail of hair had grown from my crotch, up to my belly button and across the expanse of my gut, then up to my chest, where it spread all over my thick pecs.
After a few minutes of exploring my body, it was time to see if I really would go back to normal if I stepped back. And sure enough, just like my hands and feet before, I started going back to normal. My entire body shrank as fat and muscle disappeared into thin air. My massive belly deflated into the pudgy stomach I had before, and my strong arms and legs shrunk back to the size of twigs. I felt so small and feeble in my normal body, though it was nice to be able to move without losing my breath.
After returning to normal, I did up my fly and got as presentable as I could given that most of my clothes were torn and shoes were busted. I walked over to Stan as he was finishing up the tent.
"Hey babe. I got something to show you." I said.
"What's up?" He said as he slowly turned to face me. "Ahhh! What the hell happened to you!?" He shouted as he ran towards me.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I have something crazy to show you, you won't believe it unless you see it."
"Uhhh ok..." Stan responded, still suspicious.
I grabbed his hand and walked him over to the yellow tape.
I pointed at the shining border.
"There's a film of something, it's like a wall."
"That does seem weird." Stan said in a curious tone. "But what does this have to do with your clothes being torn up."
"Stick your hand through."
"Stick your hand through."
"I'm not gonna stick my hand through there, I don't know what that is."
"Do you trust me?" I asked.
"Then stick your hand through it."
He sighed and rolled his eyes before putting his hand through. Within moments it started to grow. His fingers thickened as veins surfaced along the back of his strong looking hand.
Stan pulled his hand back as soon as he noticed. But as soon as he pulled it back, it went back to normal.
"Was that... Real?" He asked.
I stuck my hand in to prove it, and just like before, it grew thick and hairy.
Stan seemed stunned for a moment before his attention turned back to his hand. I could see the curious look in his eyes. And sure enough, he stuck his hand back in.
It grew larger than mine had, but his were more elegant. There was a little less hair than mine and his fingers didn't look as fat, but they were still thick and hairy by any means.
I took a big step through the film, and started to grow just like before. It almost looked like he was shrinking as I grew taller and fatter. And the look on his face as he watched me turn into a fat and hairy man only made me more horny than I already was.
"Pretty cool, huh?" My voice boomed in an unfamiliar southern accent. "Woah" I muttered under my breath.
"I... I don't even know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything, just come join me."
I reached through the film to grab his hand, making my hand shrink and look comically small compared to the rest of my body.
"If you don't like it, we can go back and pretend this never happened."
He seemed to think on it for a moment before he jumped through the border and into my belly. He gave my belly a rub and giggled before his transformation began.
The changes were subtle at first, but I could tell his clothes were growing tighter against his body. Though unlike me, his stomach remained mostly flat. His chest rose, creating the outline of solid pecs under his shirt. His pants and shirt rode up as he quickly grew taller, closing in on my height.
I could see a five o'clock shadow form over his sharp jawline as dark hairs began to peek out above his collar and on his arms. Speaking of his arms, they were already bigger than mine. His biceps swelled to the size of watermelons, making them tear through the sleeves of his shirt. His thighs quickly followed suit, growing thick enough to destroy the pants he was wearing and long enough to make him taller than me.
His shirt quickly followed suit, tearing clean in half and showing off his well defined pecs and the perfectly even coat of hair that had grown on top of them. His flat stomach started to round out, but stopped just shy of a muscle gut, with the faint outline of a six pack under a layer of hair and fat.
His five o'clock shadow had filled out into a very short beard with a thick mustache that laid heavy over his lips. It complimented his bushy eyebrows and short buzz cut.
His transformation seemed to finalize as his underwear, his last article of clothing, ripped in half, letting his thick fuckable ass hang free. Though his impressive cock shrivelled up as soon as it got exposed, shrinking to 4 inches hard, made only worse when compared to his 7 foot tall hunky body.
"God this feels good." Stan said in a thick southern accent.
"Fuck, you got so big." I said as I grabbed his hulking biceps.
"And you got so fat." He joked as he pinched my gut.
"I may have let myself go a bit." I chuckled. "But I'm sure this body could still fuck your brains out all night."
I leaned in close enough for my gut to press against his and pinched his ass. I looked up at him, and I could still see the same face under all of the facial hair, but it made him so much sexier.
"I never thought mutton chops would look so good on you." Stan said as he ran my coarse hairs through his fingers.
"And I never thought I'd be happy that your cock shrunk to half its size."
"Neither did I, but here we are." He laughed.
He grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to me. I could feel our hair rubbing together like sand paper as we made out. Ripples moved through my fat like waves every time he touched me, and my cock leaked every time he pinched my love handles.
I used my newfound strength to turn him around and pin him to a nearby tree. His juicy ass was basically calling my name, and I was raring to use my new rod.
He let out a deep moan as I penetrated his new body, sending echoes through the forest. The tree trembled and creaked under our weight every time I trusted my cock inside him.
I started grunting like an animal as I got close, I had never felt this way in my life. It was like every inch of my hulking body has its own orgasm when I shot my seed into him. He leaned into the tree, trying to catch his balance as my seed leaked out of his ass.
"Holy fuck, that was amazing!" He laughed as he stood up straight.
I practically fell into him, letting him catch me in his strong arms. I rested my head on his chest, getting a good whiff of the sweat soaked hair on his pecs. We stood there, alone for a while, just holding each other until a set of footsteps approached us.
"Howdy." A southern voice echoed from behind me.
Stan and I jumped away from each other and covered up our crotches with our hands.
The man looked nice. He was wearing a sheriff's uniform that was struggling to hold in his beach ball sized belly. He had a big hat that covered his balding head and jolly looking beard that stretched down to his chest.
"Didn't mean to scare you, strangers. I've come to welcome you to the bubble."
"That's what we call our humble town. God built a bubble around it that changes any travelers so that they fit right in."
"Who am I to question the Lord's work. All I know is that everyone's welcome 'round here. People from all kinds of backgrounds end up here, and they always have a warm bed and food on the table."
"Well, aren't you a little suspicious of what we were doin'?" I asked.
"The bubble has a way of makin' ya'... a little rowdy if y'know what I mean." The Sheriff chuckled. "We boys get 'round when the wives ain't lookin', but we've never had two married men in town. I'm sure the boys will love ya."
Stan and I looked at each other, then back at the Sheriff.
"Don't just look at me like deer in headlights, C'mon. I'll get'ya some clothes that fit and show you around town."
I looked back at the van parked on the outside of the bubble, and in that moment, I had no desire to go back to my old life.
Stan grabbed my hand and we followed the Sheriff deeper into the forest.
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