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The Beach Bear
The sun was bright and hot over the crowded beach. Rainbow pride flags were waving in the salty breeze. It was “Gay Day” at Brine Beach and people from across the state came to celebrate and party.
Sean was holding his boyfriend’s hand as they walked through the crowd, looking for a place to lay their towels. Sean couldn’t help but think his boyfriend, Aaron, looked cute in his bright yellow swim trunks - even though he was sporting a new mustache that he disapproved.
Aaron, in his blue trunks, and Sean showed off their fit bodies proudly. Their smooth skin shimmered with sunscreen under the shinning sun.
“Sean, this spot looks good,” Aaron said as he stopped and unfolded his towel.
“Yeah, just as good as anywhere else. Never seen the beach this crowded for Gay Day before,” Sean agreed as he unfolded his towel.
“That spot is taken,” a gruff voice said behind them.
The two young men turned around. There was an overweight, hairy, older man who was bald and had a bushy, greying goatee. He was sitting in a foldable beach chair while wearing nothing but pink swim trunks that were tight around his gut. A bear pride flag waved above him, set on his sun umbrella.
“Oh, sorry,” Aaron apologized, “It didn’t look like anyone was set up here.”
“They ain’t yet. I’m saving it for my buddies,” the older man said.
Sean, who was not as passive as his boyfriend, snarked, “Well if they ain’t here, they ain’t here. The rest of the beach is full.”
“Babe, we can move,” Aaron whispered to his boyfriend.
“Aaron, this old fat fuck doesn’t own the beach,” Sean responded, just loud enough for the man to hear, “We don’t have to move.”
Sean was more assertive, and sometimes short tempered, than Aaron. It sometimes made Aaron uncomfortable, but he also admired how Sean had no problem standing up for them. Aaron also found it attractive.
The old man huffed as the two young men sat on their beach towels. Sean and Aaron sat in the sun in silence. There were a bunch of hot guys walking around, which both Aaron and Sean admired together.
They were people watching and enjoying the fresh air, until the two of them caught a whiff of something pungent. They both turned around to see the old man smoking a fat cigar. The bearish man looked at them, grinned and then winked.
“Hey, do you mind?” Sean asked in an annoyed tone.
“No,” the man said flatly and continued to puff away at his cigar.
“Are you looking for trouble?” Sean aggressively asked, almost standing up.
“Babe, just ignore him,” Aaron whispered as he touched Sean’s arm, stopping him.
“Hard to with all that smoke,” Sean sneered as he was getting even angrier
“Let go stand by the water for a bit and take a pic,” Aaron suggested, trying to calm down his boyfriend.
“Sure, okay,” Sean agreed as the two of them stood up.
“Shit, I left my phone in the car,” Aaron frantically said as he checked his trunk pockets.
“It’s okay, I have mine,” Sean said as he pulled his out.
“Yeah, but yours is like three iPhone models behind. Mine takes better photos,” Aaron said as he was backing away, “I’m going to run to the car. Be right back.” He turned around and jogged through the crowd, dodging the beach goers.
Sean stood there and looked at the old man still smoking his cigar in disgust. The old man waved to him in a snarky way.
“Old fat fuck,” Sean whispered to himself as he walked away. He hated the smell of smoke, especially from a cigar. As a fitness and health nut, he didn’t understand why anyone would put something so putrid and harmful into their body.
As he marched across the sand, he saw the restrooms in the distance. He figured he might as well use it while he was near them.
The restrooms were not busy and not maintained. They were dirty and old. People were avoiding them and peeing in the ocean instead, which Sean realized was the better choice after opening the door to the men’s room.
Sean walked in with the door slamming shut behind him. There was graffiti on the walls and the light was dim and flickered. The smell of piss and shit filled the air. There were a few urinals and stalls.
“Yeah, fuck this,” Sean said allowed. The door slammed shut behind him, causing him to jump.
He quickly turned around and saw the old, bearish man standing behind him. He had his fat cigar still placed firmly in his jaw as he puffed away at it. The smoke was overpowering the smell of the dirty bathroom.
“Looks like ya found trouble,” the cigar smoking man said over the cigar in his mouth.
Sean, being alone and away from the crowd, started to feel intimidated. Seeing the man not sitting down, he was march larger than he appeared. Sean was not defending himself from this man if he had to.
“Look, we’ll move so your friends can sit there. Just leave me alone,” Sean sheepishly pleaded.
The man took his large cigar out of his mouth. “Not as tough as you make out to be,” the man said, speaking more clearly without the cigar in his teeth, as he approached Sean.
“Stay back you fat fu-” Sean yelled, only to be silenced by the man shoving the fat cigar in his open mouth.
The smoke filled Sean’s mouth as he bit down on it. He instantly grabbed it out of his mouth. He tossed it on the dirty floor and it rolled under the stalls. “What the fuck?” he yelled.
“Hey, that was a good cigar,” the man said in an annoyed tone, “But that’s okay, I have plenty more for us.”
Sean suddenly fell to the floor. His legs gave out, as if they were exhausted from holding up weight. He looked at his belly and noticed his abs were gone. A fatty gut was growing. Sean looked nervously at the man.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get use to the added weight,” the man smirked.
Sean struggled to stand with his new fat. He looked down at his belly as it hung below the waistband of his trunks. “What did you do to me?” he asked in a hurry.
“Turning you into…what did you call me? A fat old fuck?” the man answered with a grin.
“How? Why?” Sean asked as he watched all the hours he spent at the gym go to waste.
“My cigar,” the man said as he pulled out another large one from his swim trunks, “Just accept it. You’ll appreciate it soon enough.”
The man placed the cigar in his mouth and watched as Sean was transforming.
As Sean was touching his belly and man boobs, he felt hair sprouting from the skin. It was growing in thick and long. He then noticed it wasn’t only on his chest, but also his arms and legs. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel the itchiness of a short beard growing on his face.
The man lit his cigar. He took a hard puff as he his cheeks caved in, then blew the smoke towards Sean.
The smoke didn’t smell as rancid to him as it did before. A part of him found it pleasant. “You need to stop this!” he begged angrily, “I need to find Aaron.”
“I can’t stop it. This is who ya are now. Don’t ya worry about Aaron though. If he truly loved ya, he’ll love the ya even like this,” the man said as he approached Sean. During this exchange, Sean’s beard continued to grow even longer.
“No, he won’t. He is handsome and I look…like this…” Sean trailed off, sadness in his voice.
A few tears rolled down his cheeks. As they did, strands of hair were falling off from the dome of his head. His once thick hair was now sparse. Only a few individual hairs were on the top of his head, leaving a thick crown of hair on the sides and back.
Sean stood there, accepting his fate. His body was changing and there was nothing else that he could do. This was not only a punishment, but a lesson.
The man touched Sean’s long and thick beard, brushing it before grabbing it. Sean, defeated, didn’t fight back. He knew he couldn’t. It was his fate.
The man took a hard pull from his cigar once again, removed it from his mouth, and blew the smoke into Sean’s face.
The smoke now smelled nice to Sean. He breathed in the smoke and, as he did, he felt his back and right knee get a little sore. His body ached in ways he wasn’t use to.
He opened his eyes and saw the man looking back at him. He touched his face and felt that it was rougher with slight wrinkles. He touched his beard and lifted it enough to see slivers a grey in it.
“Guess I am an old fat fuck now,” Sean said aloud.
The man placed his hand on Sean’s shoulder. “Welcome to the club. It ain’t so bad,” he grinned.
Sean turned to look in the mirror above the only sink in the bathroom. He saw a 50 something year old man. A man who would be considered a bear in the community. A small smile appeared on his face. He actually liked what he saw.
He then looked at the man as he smoked his cigar. “Want one?” the man asked.
“Would love one,” Sean said. He never fully smoked a cigar before, but he desperately wanted one now. The man pulled out another cigar from his trunks and handed it to Sean.
He placed it in his mouth and the man flicked his lighter. Sean leaned in and started puffing while rotating the cigar, ensuring it was lit evenly. He had never done this before, but knew what he was doing. He took a hard pull and then exhaled the smoke. It tasted delightful.
“Looking good, Sean,” the man complimented on his fellow bear.
“Thanks. You too…umm…” Sean complimented back, not knowing the man’s name.
“Hank,” the man filled in the blank.
“Hank, you look good,” Sean said and fully meant it. He had never been attracted to bears before, especially older ones. Now, he thought Hank looked incredibly handsome.
“Now, let’s get back to the beach,” Hank suggested and the two bears left the smoky bathroom.
They moved through the crowds of the beach, not caring if their cigar smoke bothered the other beach goers.
The two cigar bears made it to their spot. Hank grabbed one of his folded up chairs and sat it next to him. Sean was looking at the two beach towels laid in front of him, remembering that Aaron would be coming back at anytime.
Hank sat down and cracked open a beer he had pulled from his ice chest. “Sit down, enjoy that cigar and relax old man,” Hank said, “I’m sure Aaron will still find you super attractive.”
“You think so?” Sean asked, hopeful.
“Oh yeah. We’ll make sure of it,” Hank assured his new bear buddy.
Sean smiled and the two men smoked their cigars under the summer sun.
Morning After
How about a little nostalgia today?
This was my first complete outfit as a dog. September 2011
Paradox
Johnny fumbled his keys as he approached the door to his apartment. After a long day of shit going wrong, this was the straw that broke the camels back.
"Fuck!"
He already had to work on a stupid presentation for his master's program, then had a shift at his internship. It was like the world was collapsing in on him, and he still has to fit in a workout later on the day.
He managed to pull out his keys and unlocked his door. And just as he felt the cool air conditioning against his skin, he was suddenly thrown forward as a man tackled him to the ground. He tried fighting back using some bullshit he learned in a self defense class, but it was no use. It was like the attacker knew exactly what he was gonna do before he did it. After a few seconds of struggling, Johnny felt a prick against the back of his neck and it wasn't long before he was out.
...
"Ahhh fuck!" Johnny yelled as he came to.
He took a second to look around. He was sat on his couch, with a mysterious man standing in front of him. He was wearing business casual clothes and a mask covering most of his face. The man was also quite skinny compared to Johnny, which further confused him on how the man overpowered him.
Johnny lunged out of the chair, but was stopped by restraints that chained him to the couch.
The man scoffed, but didn't say anything.
"Who are you?"
No response.
"What do you want?"
The man ignores him, instead pulling something out of his backpack. It looked like some sort of powdery substance in an unlabeled container.
"What are you doing?"
The man walked over to Johnny's kitchen and rummaged through his fridge, pulling out a leftover chicken breast. He prepared it on a plate and sprinkled some of the powder onto it, as it was a seasoning.
"What the hell..." Johnny muttered under his breath.
The man approached him with the plate of chicken, cut off a piece, and started carrying towards Johnny's mouth.
"No! No!"
Johnny struggled, but he couldn't break his restraints. He tried keeping his mouth shut, but that proved ineffective as the man forced the chicken into his mouth and held it closed until he swallowed.
As much as he wanted to resist, he couldn't deny whatever that seasoning was, tasted amazing. It was sweet and savoury at the same time, it almost made the chicken taste like dessert.
"What the fuck was that for!?"
The man simply pointed at Johnny's stomach. He seemed confused for a moment, until he looked down at his own stomach and watched as a small belly formed under his shirt.
"Agh! What the fuck!"
His previously flat stomach started to rise like a loaf of bread, creating a mound of fat under his shirt. It continued to grow right in front of his eyes, throwing years of hard work down the drain as his abs became more and more buried.
He felt the fabric of his shirt tighten around his growing belly as it surpassed the size of a basketball. And unfortunately for Johnny, this was only the beginning. Unbeknownst to him, the rest of his body started to grow to match his ball belly. His hard pecs softened, losing most of their definition. His defined arms and legs grew a bit flabby as a layer of fat engulfed his muscles. He even felt a double chin forming under his once sharp jawline.
He leaned his head back and groaned as his pregnant looking belly gurgled. He wanted to rub it and quell the ache so bad, but his arms were still tied up.
As Johnny laid back, a strange noise caught his attention. The other man had started groaning, just like Johnny was moments earlier. Johnny looked up and was shocked to see the man's belly start to grow. Just like his, it started as a small bulge under the shirt, then escalated until the man was left with a round belly larger than Johnny's.
The man lost his balance and fell back onto a nearby chair as the rest of his body swelled. His skinny limbs filled out with fat, and Johnny could even see his face swell up a little bit under the mask.
The man took a moment to adjust before giving his new belly a satisfied pat.
The man spared no time in grabbing another piece of chicken and forcing it down Johnny's throat. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew he should have resisted, regardless of how pointless it was. But in reality, he couldn't be bothered to resist, so he just let it happen.
Almost immediately after swallowing the chicken, he felt his body swelling again, but this time he didn't even bother to look.
He felt his body sink further into his couch as more and more fat poured into his body. His shirt rid up his expanding belly as it spilled onto his lap. His chest swelled into moobs that nearby burst through his shirt and his arms became padded in a thick layer of fat. Hell, it even became harder to move his fingers as they fattened up too.
His legs thickened, his ass expanded, and his dick shrunk into a growing fat pad. He didn't even seem to care anymore when his chiselled face plumped up and rounded out.
Johnny thought he would freak out in this situation, but all he could feel in that moment was relief. Relief that he didn't have to go to the gym anymore, relief that he didn't have to eat chicken and rice everyday. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted now that he was fat.
A slight smile took over his face just as he noticed the man begin to grow as well. Just like last time, the man grew in the same ways as he did, just more.
The man's belly swelled into a massive ball gut that popped all of his buttons off one by one until his hairy belly was on full display. His already flabby chest grew into full on man tits that sagged onto his gut, with grey hairs weaving through the pelt of fur covering his chest.
He flexed as his arms and legs swelled with both muscle and fat. His sleeves tightened around his growing biceps and his pants tore clean in half due to his expanding ass. The once skinny guy now looked even stronger than Johnny, with big arms, thick legs, and a barrel sized chest. And with the way the man rubbed his thick hands across his expansive gut, he certainly didn't mind.
Finally, the man's face seemed to adjust to the extreme growth of his body. An obvious double chin formed below his beard, and his cheeks puffed out even more, rounding out his face. Johnny noticed the elastic on his mask strain slightly as his face grew before eventually giving out.
Johnny followed the mask with his eyes as it slowly fell to the ground, and when he looked up, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
It was himself. Or at least he thought so. Under the hundreds of pounds the man had gained, there was a vague resemblance to Johnny.
"You're... Me?" Johnny asked in utter shock.
The man sighed. "Yeah..."
"But... But... It doesn't make sense. You were skinnier than me, now you're fatter than me, and what's with the grey hairs?" Johnny stumbled over his words.
"Woah slow down. I am you, just, from the future. Just call me John."
Johnny didn't want to believe it, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
"Why... Why would you do this to me? To us?"
"Well in about 20 years, you... well we, come up with a theoretical method of time traveling, but nobody believes in it enough to find it. Eventually I managed to convince a sad and lonely billionaire to fund my project under one condition. I make this for him."
He held up the container filled with the powder he used to fatten Johnny up.
"It causes the body to store much more energy as fat than usual, so when paired with food." He paused to point at Johnny's fattened body. "Voila."
"Can you get to the point!?" Johnny snapped.
"Right. Well neither of my projects would ever be approved for human trials, for obvious reasons, so I thought I would do it myself. I built a time machine, which I immediately used to come here with the fattening powder. Then, well, you know the rest. Looks like both of my inventions were a success."
"Why test it on us, why not find some random person to fatten up." Johnny asked.
"Well I needed to know this lasted. My client wants to use this powder as a form of revenge, to fatten up the people he doesn't like in Hollywood and ruin their careers. If people could just burn the fat off in a couple months, then it would be useless. But clearly the effects of this lasted over 20 years, so I'd say it's a success."
"It more than just lasted, I mean look at you. You clearly get even fatter over the next 20 years." Johnny taunted.
"Yeah..." John laughed. "Though something about making you fat also made it so you never stopped going to the gym." He flexed again, showing off his massive arms.
*Gurgle*
He only stopped flexing when Johnny's stomach let out a loud gurgling sound.
"You hungry?" He asked.
"Hell yeah." John responded with a pat on the belly. "But first I gotta get some measurements."
"Huh?"
"Well I have a sample size of one right now, so I'm getting all the data I can."
John untied his younger self, letting the young man finally move around in his larger body. After finding his balance, Johnny lifted up his shirt and scoffed as he looked at his massive belly.
*Gurgle*
Johnny's belly let out another, louder noise, begging for food.
"Can the measurements wait until after the food?"
"Fine." John rolled his eyes. "My results only look better the fatter you get, so I'll happily stuff you until you never want to eat again."
Relaxing in my refrigerated room.
Felt round, but not big… one day.
(Not pushing out or full, just laying down.)
Round, not big. That's how your new boyfriend described it. Your size was something you worried about, having a small spare tire that always seemed to show up under your daily shirts and in pictures from weird angles. You had confessed your insecurity about your growing love handles getting too big. Your boyfriend had told you not to worry about it and that he'd work on it. This isn't what you thought he'd meant.
Your boyfriend claimed that your love handles had disappeared. He wasn't wrong. Instead they had become a part of your growing midsection that now resembled a giant ball of dough. You felt it in every step you took, your stomach shaking suspended halfway in the air and pulling at your chest. You felt it get in the way when he hugged you, his arms only able to reach around under your shoulders.
It was most noticeable in pictures. Instead of seeing a soft ring of fat above your beltline, your new shape took up your whole shirt. What looked like a giant globe sitting in the middle of your body was clearly visible pressing into the fabric, assuming your midriff wasn't hanging out from under the seams of the old shirts you thought still fit.
Food had become your comfort. Whenever your boyfriend noticed you worry, he treated you to ice cream or donuts. Any sweet instantly distracted you now, your giant stomach growing hungry at just the thought. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself eating from the palm of his hand. You'd end up in bed, shirtless, looking down at the growing horizon of skin that sat just below your chest.
"Not big, round" you whispered to yourself, a quiet prayer trying to ease your worry despite the clearly growing evidence of the opposite.
2024 : 'Gar Boy
BV. Toronto.
How Handsome ❤️😍😛
Darrel had too many drinks, and it was only 2pm. He was on vacation, headed back to the beach from lunch after stopping by his room. Things in his life were really going his way. He was a manager, getting to sit all day just taking calls and emails while ordering everyone else around. He was able to spend the rest of his time in his gym and eating lean protein to stay toned and fit. Then he'd celebrate it all by getting away for a week in almost every month.
Even better were the girls who stayed at his hotels. Two were already in the elevator when it arrived. Stepping in, Darrel couldn't keep his eyes away from their bodies. Drool was practically falling from his mouth as one stood in front of him, massive tits squeezed into a bikini. He was too intoxicated to keep from saying something.
"Just had lunch, but I could definitely eat something else right now," He stated, the innuendo dripping like slime in the air. The two girls glanced at each other nervously, giving a quiet laugh before turning their attention back to the numbers in hopes the digits could go faster. Their lack of response got on Darrel's nerves. The elevator dinged, opening on the ground floor. As the girls started to walk out, Darrel had to open his mouth once more in attempt to continue the nonexistent conversation. "Wish I had your tits!" He nearly shouted.
Darrel grinned when he saw the girls pause and stop walking, only to turn around. In his mind he won. He stayed patiently, waiting for the girl to respond.
The sweetest voice came from ones mouth, eyes sparkling with magic. "Why don't you sit your ass down by the beach, and I'll make sure you get them"
Darrel's brain short circuited as her response overwhelmed his mind, the idea taking complete precedence over his thoughts. Yes, it made perfect sense to go down to the beach and wait for her there. Darrel nearly tripped over his feet quickly heading out to the sand, grabbing a towel and making his way to settle into one of the many provided folding chairs.
Hours had passed after Darrel found a spot, and his mind was unable to tell him something was wrong. He'd been sitting for the entire time, all clothes removed save for the black speedo he used to show off his muscles. Reflective sunglasses adorned his face to protect his eyes, preventing others from seeing where he was looking as well.
Darrel would have spent his time differently if he could have. Where he would have taken walks up and down the beach or gotten in the water to show off his body, he didn't want to move. He'd been told to wait, and so he did, instead having his ass stuck in the seat, body settled like a heavy cushion. His mind had gone numb, slipping through the minutes, oblivious to the changes his physique had started to progress through.
It started with his thighs, their form thickening wrapping themselves with meaty padding. His legs bulged with muscle before, but now looked like two giant sausages, their ends pressed out of the black briefs like ground meat being shoved into thin lining.
A crease formed at his waist where his stomach grew, a growing tide of fat slowly making its way down over his groin. The skin of his gut eventually connected with his exposed lap, two vanilla horizons pressed together. His knees became forced apart by his giant expanding bumper, not that there was much room between them in the first place from how much fat had accumulated around his rear.
Darrel's arms blew up to resemble swim floaties, losing all the definition that the weeks of training to gain huge biceps had been for. Instead, his shoulders combined with his two limbs, a curve forming like a waterfall of fat that led down to his elbows, accompanied by a light dusting of hair that adorned his skin. His face dropped similarly, weight sinking his cheeks and lowering his defined jawline and beard into what resembled mutton chops.
Darrel's chest was the last to change. Where two thick pectorals stuffed with muscle had been, the lean meat had gradually filled with soft breast tissue instead, fat filling the space. They would have sagged downward if not for the giant plush globe consuming his entire midsection, a bag of lard that formed a crease by pushing itself out from under his ribs. The excess mass provided a shelf that forced his growing tits forward, their soft forms spreading out like pads of melting butter on top of a giant bun of bread.
Darrel had forgotten about the girls entirely, or anything that required him to spend energy on. At least, aside from food. All he cared about was eating now, and spending time resting his body until he had a chance to eat again. No matter how full or stuffed his stomach was, give enough time and he'd need to fill it again, only to enjoy the rest of the day by spending it stagnant with the feeling of extra weight in his belly.
The Bubble
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.
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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.
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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 good, you?"
"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.
"That's not confirmed."
"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."
"Sounds good!"
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.
"Look."
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."
"What!?"
"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.
"Yes of course I do."
"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.
"What the fuck!?"
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.
"Yup."
I stuck my hand in to prove it, and just like before, it grew thick and hairy.
"Holy shit..."
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.
"Now watch this."
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.
"I... I don't know..."
"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."
"The bubble?" I asked.
"That's what we call our humble town. God built a bubble around it that changes any travelers so that they fit right in."
"Why?" Stan asked.
"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.