I’m 🏳️🌈, Desi, 20, CW: 245lb, no GW, likes to take it slow, looks ugly, I like big boys, itty bitty boys, Mississippi boys, inner city boys, I like the pretty boys with a bow tie, get ur nails did, let it blow dry, I like a big beard, I like a clean face, I don’t discriminate, come get a taste. From the play boys to the gay boys go and slay boys, u my fave boys. I wanna be a muscle gainer so frickin bad but my ADHD won’t let me 😅😢
The feral need to throw you back into a throne of pillows after you made a complete hog of yourself at the buffet… legs spread to give that keg some room… belly on full display—in a mind numbing haze of being stuff like a food blimp all while I load up the funnel and get ready to fill in every last crack with rich creamy egg nog. Too stuffed to do anything but throb and hope my hungry lips work their way further south to give you some extra “motivation” 🥴
Omg evil feeder! You’re going to get me all comfortable and relaxed after stuffing me and then you’re going to try to funnel more eggnog in me?!
I’m a people pleaser so I can’t stop you BUT I will be loudly complaining about how full I am and how it’s your fault my gut hurts this bad
This is basically the first time I’ve used Sora AI to generate anything although this might be the last time I use it since now I realize that using AI raises the cost of well pretty much everything but mainly utility bills like electricity and water bills. After this, I’m going back to my original postings 
In need of some new shoes, Robbie stumbles into a pair of sneakers abandoned behind by some strange dilf. After trying them on he grows to appreciate them in more ways than one.
Ready for some Daddification? Robbie wasn't but he seems happy enough to bulk up and grow some hair. Thanks to Fred W. Kong for helping me polish this one up! Hope all enjoy! -Occam
Robbie had just about worn through his old pair of tennis shoes. Wandering around through this shoe store surrounded by flashy boxes and exorbitant price tags, he can’t help but second guess his abandoning the old, almost holey shoes. Looking around at these piled high pairs of sneakers, he’s on the edge of just giving up and truly wearing the soles out of his old pair before this plan is interrupted by an uproar at the cash wrap.
Turning to get a glimpse of whatever the drama must be, Robbie instead finds a burly man, loudly tapping on the counter and guffawing to himself. The clerk shyly laughs along opposite him though clearly the joke didn’t land too well, not that the older man seems to mind all that much. As Robbie continues to sneakily watch from down the way, the man gives the clerk a handshake and departs leaving him staring strangely at his own hand and the pair of shoes left on the counter.
Ever the gossip, Robbie less than surreptitiously makes his way over to the cashier and asks about the bearded stranger. It takes a few seconds for the clerk, dubbed James by his nametag, to snap out of his strange reverie, “Oh! Hi there- Yeahh, I don’t really know? He said he got these shoes here but I’ve never seen them before?” Both men stare at the pair of sneakers in between them. “He apparently wanted to return them.”
Robbie, a little more interested in shopping now that he knows purchases aren’t final, follows this throughline, “I didn’t know you did returns?”
“We don’t”
“Ah.” Pausing for a few seconds he gets back to his first question, “What was he laughing so hard about?” The cashier furrows his brows for a few seconds before sighing, “Oh, it was just a dumb dad joke. Uhhh something like, What is the funniest thing about shoelaces?”
“Hm?”
“Knot-knot Jokes.”
There’s a silence afterwards as Robbie just tilts his head, slightly disappointed that his trek over here didn’t quite satiate his curiosity. Looking at the neglected pair of tennis shoes on the counter he feels a bit melancholy thinking of his own soon-to-be abandoned pair, “What are you going to do with these then?”
James scratches the back of his head noncommittally, “Not really sure, uhhh- You wouldn’t want them would you?” The young clerk looks at him hopefully and Robbie’s heart flutters a bit at the direct eye contact. Getting the distinct impression that he’d be doing a favor for the clerk he ignores how tacky they are and acquiesces, “I mean? I guess I could. Should probably try them on first though yeah?” James shrugs with a grin and hands them over.
Now in his hands it seems obvious to Robbie that they’ll be too large but he decides to give them a go. Throwing them on he finds indeed they’re quite a bit roomier than he’d prefer. Though man- they’re also way more comfortable than he could have possibly expected. Robbie furrows his brow wondering why on Earth that strange man wanted to send them back, when his mind returns to him however, the strangest thing happens. He hears James repeat the man’s bit in his mind: knot-knot jokes, and he can’t help but laugh.
Robbie tries to stifle himself, knowing he sits in front of a man that in an ideal world he would try to pull. He giggles and struggles to cover his mouth before breaking out into a hyena-adjacent fit of laughter. Mid-breakdown, Robbie sees James flinch back and look at him strangely from behind the counter but he can only continue to laugh, “HAAH! HAH- Man! Hah, ugh Jesus christ so sorry dude- I don’t know what came over me! Hah hah, huh man.”
James smiles vaguely, clearly writing Robbie off as nothing more than a customer, “So uhh, how do they fit?” Getting to business he prepares to tell them they’re too big before wiggling his toes and gasping to himself. They’re a perfect fit. He knew they were too large, he felt the extra room, and yet, he can see how perfectly his feet fill them. He clears his throat a little louder than he intended and answers, “They’re good, real uh, snug fit…”
“Great!” The cashier tosses over something in his head, though looking at the man confusedly staring at his feet, he reconsiders. Something strange has shifted and he thinks it best to just default to his customer service programming, “Anything else I can do for you…” without thinking he reflexively tacks on a “sir?” which causes Robbie to flinch.
“Uhh no thanks a lot, James.” Grimacing at the man using his name on his nametag the clerk rolls his eyes knowing he made the right call. Robbie smiles blankly and heads out the shop with a nod, not even thinking to grab the shoes he removed to throw on this strange man’s discarded sneakers. Why should he, he’s already wearing the only shoes one could ever need.
Exiting out to the strip center he was already reluctant to visit, Robbie groans to himself as he feels a tad bloated. Rubbing his stomach trying to recall what he ate, he looks down to find something impossibly strange on his phone. Somehow without being quite aware, he’s snapped a picture of his new shoes and captioned it to post on his story. “Got my first pair of dad shoes 😆”
Robbie balks at this and quickly goes to delete the picture without posting but in his haste he fat fingers his phone and whoosh- It’s up. Deciding that it would be more embarrassing to take it down after posting, Robbie frowns and begins to pocket his phone when he realizes something even stranger than a photo he doesn’t remember taking. Those aren’t his legs?
Zooming in on the photo in his camera roll he gasps in shock at just how hairy those legs are. Sure the shoes and shorts are the same but never has any part of his body neared such a consistent or dense coat of body hair, to say nothing of those god-awful socks! Clicking his tongue at whoever must be playing this bizarre joke on him he pans through the image, poring through every pixel to try and find evidence of photoshop.
Unaware is he that away from view, his legs are rapidly shifting to match the image he knows to be false. Forgotten already that his feet miraculously grew to fill the dad sneakers, his calves are quickly shaped and painted by waves of dark brown hair. Racing upwards from the strange shoes, his ankles itch from their new growth before the curls are matted down by his thick athletic socks.
He scratches at the still-growing hair quickly covering his changing thighs and takes no notice as his fingers trail through the new garden. Thickening hair is not the only change either as when the rushing forest of fur reaches his thighs they begin to bulk larger, yearning to fill his shorts. On said thighs the hairs curl longer and darken further than on his exposed calves, stopping short of completely blanketing his lower body as a blank patch is left on his inner thighs, precipitating a greater change that is soon to overwhelm him.
Indeed, before he can notice his hefty hair-covered legs, he’s distracted by the strangest feeling ushering forth from his dick. Accompanied by the burning itch of his pubes thickening, Robbie quickly sets his phone down as both hands rush to adjust his growing cock. With a sharp inhale he shudders as his mind is overcome with ecstasy, with each passing moment and fluttering heartbeat he quivers as his cock pushes out further and his balls hang lower.
In no time at all there’s a baseball sized bulge straining his pants. It’s at this point that Robbie realizes that he’s not even hard. His cock has simply grown larger. Standing in shock the young man almost falls over from vertigo as whatever nightmare he’s living in has struck him lightheaded. Trying not to draw attention to himself, Robbie struggles to keep composure as he makes his way over to his car, though each step is accompanied by a wince as his heavy balls are pinched by his boxers and his cock forces itself further down his leg.
Wrenching open his car door with little thought at all besides the burning need to get home Robbie falls into the driver’s seat. Key turned, he goes to shift to reverse when he’s almost possessed by an intrusive thought, head tilting as his mouth moves of its own accord, vocalizing for no one as he reverses, “Ahhh, that takes me back.” Immediately fearful, he feels his body course correct as his grimace curls into a grin, he giggles before letting loose free-flowing full bodied laughter at something he’d personally barely label a joke.
Panting after being released from this mania, Robbie’s only further driven to race home. The few minutes back are a blur, of which he can only recall flashes. Finally he sees the new shadow of hair covering his legs. He grunts from the pain as his shorts are suddenly far too tight. Would’ve sworn he lost weight but now his belt cuts into his waist. His eyes almost cross from pain as he tries to recall that he wasn’t even wearing a belt when he left his house. He sees his hands adjusting mirrors to a new height, slightly higher from sitting on an ass bulging larger.
Senses overloaded by each new ticklish strand and the rising, burning need from his cock, when he finally arrives home he races to do the only thing he can think to escape this waking nightmare. Taking great care not to cum then and there as he removes his shorts, Robbie kicks off his new shoes with little affection and flops onto his bed. In a small act of indulgence, Robbie can’t help but bite his lip as he tests the waters and rubs his hands through his hairy thighs.
Looking at the jungle of hair across his legs he feels his cock begin to throb and harden. He doesn’t hate them. No, his hairy legs are more enticing than he could ever have imagined. Tracing the curls from his toes to the dense bush of pubes ushering out from his boxers he bucks slightly as it's almost too much for him. This must just be the weirdest wet dream he’s ever had.
True sleep comes quickly, as soon as his body realizes that he’s not going to be indulging his desires, unconsciousness swiftly takes him. Though unfortunately for the man who wishes this whole situation was indeed a dream, the changes in the waking world are not going to slow down even as he rests.
For the first time in his life, Robbie snores. While he’s not gained altogether too much weight thus far, even the extra few inches on his waist as hair begins spreading onto his once tight stomach have a consequence. As his arm hangs lower off the bed, his wrists eagerly begin to match his hairy legs as forearms are thoroughly coated with a healthy coat of curls. Added length is compounded by bulkier biceps as his arms are not left free from his increasing weight either. As the hours pass his whole arms are blanketed by body hair, coated from wrists to pits
Changes to his physical form are not the only metamorphosis occurring during his slumber either. Having fallen close to his dresser, his shoes are not content to be the only changed part of his wardrobe. Radiating out from the spilled sneakers, clothes messily tossed into his dresser are folded and shift into pieces less fashionable, less haphazard, and far more fatherly.
All no-show socks elongate into tubes as his boxers adversely lose their length, their elastic bands shifting firmer. Each and every pair bleach into briefs befitting his new form, including the pair he currently has on. His sleepful face squirms as for a moment his boxers grow to a size more appropriate his new waist and massive package before both are gripped tightly, perfectly contoured and contained by the briefs he is to wear every day, ever more.
Objects of his youth are shifted and replaced. Video game OST vinyls bend and reshape as they melt and reform into jazz standards and dad rock. Video games and a large manga collection he has long been proud of are lost ever more, replaced by an impressive collection of classics and board games he adores playing with his- family? But that can’t be right. On his nightstand appears a well-worn joke book that his husband has long waged a campaign to get rid of. His eyes twitch in his sleep as his subconscious mind tries to reconcile these things fruitlessly.
Then, as the first rays of morning light blast through his cracked curtains, Robbie awakens. He scratches his slightly thicker waist and yawns loudly. His body burns as he stretches, as if each strand of muscle and slightly shifted tendon were moving for the first time ever. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and his rougher hand wades down his face, for some reason surprised to encounter stubble on his jaw.
Standing to his feet, he encounters that light-headed vertigo once more, though for the life in him he can’t remember when exactly he felt it last. Pawing at the morning wood distending the waistband of his briefs, he scratches his heavy balls and grunts, ignoring the idea that his voice sounds a tad off. He must just be hungover, or sick- yeah. That makes sense.
Wandering into the bathroom to start his day he stretches once more, exposing a couple hairy pits to the open air and causing his back to crack loudly. “Bwoah-” At this point one might expect Robbie to realize how much further he’s changed as he sees his new self in the mirror, though it takes a few moments of staring in the mirror before he even humors the idea that something is off.
He grumbles to himself for a few seconds something about his eyes playing tricks or his vision not being what it used to be. Laughing at the thought, this wakes him. Like the shock of a cold shower he opens his eyes to find himself a completely different man. Nearly hyperventilating, he stares at his changed hands. Trying to reconcile the same wrinkles they have always held with the hairy knuckles and calloused fingers he knows should not be there. Turning his gaze to his reflection he sees a few curls peeking over the collar of the shirt he distinctly didn’t fall asleep in and struggles to remove it over a chest that begins to burst larger from the nerves. Each struggled grunt is deeper than the one that came before as Robbie strains to get it off, at last there’s a tearing sound and the tank flies off, exposing a gut now decidedly hanging over his waist. Staring at his reflection another joke flies out of his mouth as he cups his new belly, “I always did need a father figure- heh”
Accompanied by laugher echoing in the tiled bathroom, exposed to the cool air his treasure trail races outward. Every swath of new, bare skin on his torso is soon enough enveloped and graced by the expansive garden of curls. Like a rolling storm his alluring V of chest hair shoots downward as his pubes continue the great work begun last night and race upward to meet it. In no time at all, and under his fearful gaze he sees his newly bulky stomach completely covered.
His hands go to yank, to pull, to tear at the blanket of fur covering him. Changing him. He must still be dreaming. With shaking hands he feels his stomach hair thickening, pushing out from pores he didn’t even know he had. Tickling his thicker palms and sticking out in between fatter fingers. Eyes racing to take in all the changes of an upper body he sees not as his stubble thickens into a true beard. In his frantic fear, he does not see as smile lines and other wrinkles begin to crinkle around his eyes.
What he does notice however is a small tan line on his left ring finger. His terrified breath catches in his chest as a lifetime of memories flashes through his head, a face, a name, a wedding- Robert clutches at his head as he tries to will them away. As he forcefully stamps his wider feet and struggles to will himself back to the way he was. The way he should be.
Retracing his steps he tries to remember if he has gotten on the wrong side of any particularly witchy people. Delving into his mind, even the memories from yesterday seem almost too far to grasp, a lifetime away. With a good deal of effort, Robert is finally able to recall his time at the shoe shop. He remembers James behind the counter and his head burns anew with pain as the young man he sees is incongruent with reality. That’s not what James should look like. Pushing his attention elsewhere he finally remembers: the shoes.
Eyes now burning with determination, Robert stamps back towards his room, floorboards creaking slightly under his new weight as they’ve never and always done. And then he sees them, such tacky shoes something within him initially swears he would never be caught dead in them, though this is overpowered by the undeniable fact that they are his. His feet feel cold on the floor of his bedroom.
Looking at the sneakers he’s suddenly filled with affection as he remembers James giving them to him. James. Not the twink working at a shoe store though, no his James. Staring at them his heart flutters just as it did in a past life as his hair starts to thin slightly as its peppered with a few grey strands. His thumb goes to twist and play with a ring not on his hand as he sits there, lost in a daydream on his bed.
Totally distracted, he doesn’t hear the frame creak, from his weight nor from its expansion as it surges larger. The apartment around him slowly changes to fit his new partnered life as he zeroes in on the pair of shoes in front of him. His James. Under his thick beard his tight lips curl into a coy grin as his hands slowly reach down to pick up the shoes, and with little ado at all he tosses them on.
And then Rob is totally overcome. Morning wood that has yet had a chance to dissipate creates a need that simply must be addressed. Thicker palms struggle to sneak under the strained waistband of his briefs and in doing so finally free his heavier cock to the open air. Seeing the stream of pre running down its veiny length he is also made aware of the stain that has slowly been growing in said briefs before discarding them altogether to focus on sating this all-encompassing hunger.
His eyes almost cross as his hands hesitantly begin to rub the length of his rod, and then he gasps as he feels a wedding band get tangled in his pubes. In between heady sensuous gasps as he tries to not cum prematurely he moans out with a grin he utterly wishes not to have painted on his face, “Man, I’ve heard of a hair-trigger but this is ridiculous!” And before he can laugh at this not even a joke, he loses control.
His wider hips thrust into his meaty palms as he shoots load after load flying. With each involuntary heave, as his cock bobs in the air, he is cemented into his new life. Changed into his new self. He is molded into a father, into Rob. Piece by piece every aspect of who he once was is untethered and replaced by brilliant memories of his new life.
His coat finishes its march as curls launch over his shoulders and he remembers meeting James when they were younger. He remembers falling in love and tying the knot after years of dating. Family pictures dot the room around him and clink against the hallway wall as he remembers growing older alongside his love. With a final thrust, Rob’s exuberant first orgasm finishes and he falls backwards onto the bed, lying on a comforter he clearly remembers his husband convincing him to buy. And then, from the stress of becoming a new man, he falls back asleep.
Impossible to say how long he sleeps, though he is awakened by impatient shouting elsewhere in the house, “Rob! You had better be up! We’re not going to be late to Kay’s concert!” Blearily sitting up, Rob feels his bones settle into their new age as his weight finishes its redistribution. Scratching at his decidedly larger belly, his rougher hands tussle and toy with the curls on a gut that filled him with fear not moments ago. Now it only feels right, cupping his warm hairy stomach, he knows this is who he is and who he should be. He sits for a few moments bathing in acceptance, though quickly there’s a fog as he’s confused on what exactly he’s accepting?
Scratching his thinned hairline, he can’t quite put a finger on it. Before he can investigate the strange sensation, this man, his husband shouts again, “You’d better be ready to go in 30!”
“Oop!” The bear of a man quickly hops off the bed and kicks off the shoes to head into the shower. Gotta look his best for his little angel!
James’ll tear him a new one if he’s not going to be ready on time, hah! But he’ll charm his way out of it just like he always does. Despite the rush he takes time to appreciate his reflection, posing and flexing, observing his curves before nodding with a wink, “Old man’s still got it- heh!” Spending as long as reasonably can basking in his reflection, Rob sprints as fast as his back lets him to get ready for the concert.
Sifting through a wardrobe as familiar as the back of his hairy hand he throws on suspenders and well-fitted polo. Rushing into the living room he shouts, “And Time!” His new bass resonating deep in his chest. Standing at the door holding a bouquet of flowers for their Kay, the love of his life rolls his eyes and crosses his own burly arms, “Are you about done there Honey? I’m ready to go.” Rob smirks as he’s been laid up now for the joke of a lifetime, “Hi ready to go, I’m dad.” He winks as his husband scoffs before wryly smiling and pulling him over by his unbuttoned collar.
Both men laugh before their mouths find each other as they kiss for the first and thousandth time, each one before flashing through their minds. During the act, James furtively buttons up the top few buttons of his husband’s collar before pulling away. Looking at his husband lovingly over glasses, “You know Kay asked us not to embarrass her in front of her friends Hon.” Rob employs a haughty gasp and puts a hand over his forehead, slightly exposing the hair stretching down his inner forearm. Peeking to see if his husband laughs at his dramatics he gives up the ghost and agrees with a still performative sigh.
“Ahh, I suppose I'll do my best. Anything for our little princess!” Ushered out the door by his husband, the pair at last leave their shared home and hop in Rob’s car, now shifted into an family SUV. Adjusting his mirrors to his final height when he puts the car into reverse James looks at him expectantly. Rob just smiles, holding back the joke and resting his hairy hand on his husband’s thigh, more than content at this life he lives. James overlays his own hand and the men simply sit in each other's silence as long-married couples are wont to do, overjoyed to continue onward in their shared slice of heaven.
“Well, no one can say that you’re not ambitious,” sighed Martha, looking around at the dump that Darren was now calling home. “You really th
In a moment of clarity, Darren turned to him and looked straight at the handsome man. “What was in that injection?” he asked, taking a gamble that maybe his dreams were not dreams after all.
Rogers’ surprise lit up his face and his eyes danced with excitement as he chewed on his gum, staring appraisingly into Darren’s face. He nodded, as if impressed. Then his hands started fidgeting with the collar on Darren’s shirt, giving his small double chin a stroke as he finished. “You’re getting fat,” Rogers commented, ignoring the question and instead, rubbing the expanse of Darren’s belly, turning Darren on.
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