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Hoisted by His Own Petard

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Hoisted by His Own Petard

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Long Time No Write...

Hey everyone! Sorry it's been a minute, I move around a lot for work and I'm currently on an 80 hr/week schedule, so we shall see how things shake out but I'd really like to get back to writing again.

Keep sending your 5-10 word prompts if you're interested! I am also open to paid commissions if you have an idea you can't state in 10 words!

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Hmm... Male Model fattens up walking down the runway?

Size: Husky

Logan looked down at the getup he was wearing with bemusement.

These “artistic” designers always manage to find a way to have me looking like a clown, He thought with a derisive snort. The lithe, hairless blonde was wearing nothing but a pair of suspenders on his shirtless torso, They were holding up a pair of grey plaid slacks made of a sinfully expensive wool.

They were about 3 sizes too large.

Though they were clearly very well made, they pooled on either side of his slim hips unflatteringly, making his athletic body look scrawny.

Maybe he’s making a statement about plus sized models or something, Logan laughed inwardly. But he didn’t have too much time to consider it, as a bearded, portly dude with stage blacks and clipboard directed him toward the runway.

Logan strutted out with his best model face on, hoping his poise and looks would distract from the clown pants he had on. Cameras flashed and he smirked invitingly as he reached the end of the catwalk. He posed, posed, then strutted back toward the backstage. When he reached the dude with the clipboard, the guy smiled, but his eyes looked cold.  

“Let’s try that again…” He said darkly and pressed a finger between Logan’s eyes and-

Logan strutted out with his best model face on, hoping that his training and bone structure would distract from the ridiculous outfit he had on, not to mention the fact he was sucking in a little bit of puppy weight. Cameras flashed, and he tried his best not to think about the slight jiggle he could feel around his hips as he reached the end of the catwalk. He posed, posed, then strutted toward the backstage, praying the folds of the oversized pants hid that his muscular butt was starting to take a turn for the doughy. When he reached the dude with the clipboard, the guy smiled, but his eyes looked cold.  

“Hmm, it’s a start, but why don’t you take another turn?” He reached toward Logan’s face, and for some reason the model wanted to pull away but-

Logan strutted out with his best model face on, hoping that his stage presence and thin-looking face would distract from the ridiculous outfit he’d had on, along with the fact that he had put on fifty pounds since his last show. Cameras flashed and he tried his best not to kick himself over forgetting to manscape as he reached the end of the catwalk. His torso was covered in hair, and his face had a patchy beard, both a dark blonde. He posed, posed, then strutted toward the backstage, cringing inwardly as his soft ass bounced in rhythm with the pulsing music. When he reached the dude with the clipboard, the guy smiled, but his eyes looked cold.  

“You’re sooo close! Once more?” He reached toward Logan’s face, and his confusion was overtaken by a deep primal instinct that told him to run before-

Logan strutted out with his best model face on, fully confident that he was the hottest dude at this show. Cameras flashed and he smirked invitingly, secure in the knowledge that his hirsute wideness and thick blonde beard made him look like the Viking warrior he knew he was. As he reached the end of the catwalk. He rubbed his giant hairy gut with one meaty paw, snapping a suspender against one of his soft, conical pecs with the other. He flexed his big arms, and strutted toward the backstage, knowing the photographers were getting an eyeful of how great his giant ass looked in these pants. When he reached the dude with the clipboard, the guy smiled, and his eyes crinkled.

“You did great big guy! Ready to head home?”

Logan smiled back, framed beautifully by his plump cheeks and sculpted beard.

“Sure babe, but can we swing by the designer and ask if I can purchase these? They fit me so well!”

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Tutor's Pet

@brandedx2 requested "BRAWNY FOOTBALL PLAYER IN A HAMSTER CAGE PLEASE" (Talk about microfiction lol)

Grant was a little apprehensive about being the new tutor for the football team, but Coach Anthony had hardly given him a choice in the matter. Them short, sandy haired otter was kind of a pushover, and the older man had sensed weakness in him. Long story short, there he was, knocking Tank's door.

Travis "Tank" O'Neil was a 6'5, 310 pound offensive lineman. He had a fiery copper mohawk, with a heavy brow and beard to match. He was the terror of the English department, as he was both barely literate, and mean as hell. He'd sent more than one tutor to the ER. The towering behemoth was wearing his green and white jersey and a pair of jeans when he opened the door roughly, his eyeline high above Grant's head. He looked down, regarding his next punching bag.

Grant Conners was about 5'6, he had wide blue eyes hidden behind large glasses, and a sandy goatee. in his college sweater, khakis, and high tops painted the picture of a meek bookworm.

"You the one who's gonna keep me from failing?" Tank grunted down at him in his rumbling voice.

"Uh...w-well I am certainly going to do my best!" Grant chirped up with an optimism he did not feel.

Tank laughed cruelly. "Well you better do more than try, little man. 'less you want me to rearrange that pretty little face." he reached down with one of his baseball mitt hands and pinched the little guy's cheek. Grant cringed in pain.

As he followed his charge in, Grant noticed that he was drinking from a plastic bottle of green liquid. It seemed to glow in the light. He noticed that the outside of the bottle was covered in some Cyrillic language, but he couldn't be sure what.

He sat down on a rickety chair across from Tank's bed, where the giant took his seat with a manly grunt. Pulling Jane Eyre out of his bag, He tried to make some pleasant conversation to ease his way in.

"Oh what are you drinking?" He smiled brightly.

"It's some shit I found on the body building forums, supposed to make me swole as fuck." He grunted before downing the last of it. "Shit's not FDA approved but I can already feel it giving me more energy- BWWWARRRP" The ginger goliath belched loudly in his tutor's face.

"Oh! Uh, alright!" Not sure what to say, he pushed forward. "Well, Coach says that you're struggling in your English lit class. Are you struggling with the archaic language? Or is it more the themes of the novel?"

"I don't struggle with anything runt. I'm a champion." Tank growled. "The problem is that it's boring as shit, Who cares about this lame bitch wandering around a stupid old house?" The giant burped again, even longer this time. Grant turned away, trying to hid his disgust. As he did, he noticed a wire cage with a large water bottle hanging from it.

"Oh do you have a hamster?" He tried valiantly to change the subject.

"Had one. Then it bit me." Tank smirked, looking toward the open window. Grant gulped.

"Ah! I see! Well, back to Jane Eyre-" He started, but he was cut off by another explosive belch. He regarded the gassy lineman across from him. Were his clothes looking a little....looser?

"Travis, are you feeling okay?"" he asked.

"My name is BRAAAAAAWWWWP Tank you fuckin cumstain. And I've BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWP never felt better." Tank did his est to menace his tutor, but the uncontrollable burping undermined it somewhat. Additionally, Grant was sure now that Tank was getting smaller. They were nearly eye-level now, and Grant had an experiment he wanted to try.

He reached forward, quick as a flash, and placed his hand on the center of Tank's musclegut. He pressed firmly.

"What the fuck are you doing you little- BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWP!" Tank roared, and belched helplessly against the pressure his would-be victim applied to his solid tummy. He shrank more rapidly now, his feet dangling from the side of the bed. He leapt up in an attempt to tower over Grant, shouting "Quit it dickhead!" This posturing backfired immediately.

The dwindling ginger realized that the top of his head barely reached Grant's chin. His jeans slid to the floor, leaving him in his oversized jersey and his lucky jockstrap.

Grant's eyes lit up. "Well, what's this?" He laughed, peeling the jersey off his pasty, freckled body and tossing it to the floor. He grabbed both sides of the jock and lifted him up like he was in a bungie swing. "How's the weather down there?"

Tanks legs kicked helplessly as he bounced in his dingy jock. "Stop it dude, please!" His voice was higher now, and a twinge of fear had replaced the cocky aggression.

Grant laughed in reply, poking his gut merrily. "Boop!" He declared in a sing song voice.

Tank replied with a belch that rose a few octaves as his size dwindled from "underdeveloped freshman" to "chunky housecat". He dangled helplessly, looking like he was about to cry.

"Please man, I'm beggin' you!" He whimpered, sniffling.

"You know, my friend Michael begged too, when you pushed him downstairs and broke his leg." Grant growled, slapping his belly pink.

The ricochet of burps that followed caused him shrink

down,

down,

down.

He finally settled at about 6 inches tall.

Finally, he felt less bloated.

the former giant curled up in the musky pouch of his own jock, whimpering and blubbering pathetically.

Grant laughed, carrying him over to the vacant hamster cage.

"Don't worry little fella! I'm a much better pet owner than you!" He dumped the naked jock into the enclosure, tossing the jock on top of his discarded clothes. "Now run on that wheel until I say stop, or I'll give you the hamster treatment."

The red faced little man didn't need telling twice. He got up to his feet immediately, panting and whimpering in fear. His squeaky little voice breathlessly shouting "Yes Sir"s and "Please don't hurt me!"s.

Grant kicked back in the giant's old bed. He was just about to finish out the rest of their tutoring session watching his new little pet when there was a stern knock at the door.

Frantically, Grant leapt to his feet. He grabbed the jersey off the floor and draped it over his jock cage, kicking the rest of his clothes under the bed. In his haste, he caught his toe on the minifridge door, knocking it open and biting his finger to prevent from crying out. He hobbled quietly toward the door.

Glancing through the peephole, he saw Coach Anthony. The greying muscle bear was in his track jacket and short shorts, checking his watch impatiently with his cold, silvery eyes.

"Tank, you better not be pulverizing another one of those little geeks, or its 20 laps for you!" the gruff man shouted through the door.

Glancing around in panic, Grant's eyes settled on the minifridge he'd kicked open. It was full to the brim with bottles of that strange black market drink. A grin spread across his face. He opened the door.

"Hello Coach! Travis is in the bathroom, but he's really taking to the material!"

Coach looked unconvinced. "Really?" he snorted. "I've never seen Tank take to anything that didn't involve tackling a freshman."

"Well, I don't want to brag but I really think that he's turned over a brand new leaf! Why don't you stay a minute and see? Can I get you something to drink?"

Coach considered for a moment. "Ah why the hell not! Why don't you toss me one of them Gatorades in the fridge? Tank's a big boy, but he won't miss one."

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Were-fatty : Muscular and ripped but fattens up every full moon

Full Moon

My roommate Derek was hot.

Like Hot hot.

Like 7 percent body fat, 6 foot 4 inches of ginger furred sex machine hot.

I had trouble seeing the appeal though, because he was also an inconsiderate douchebag. He never cleaned up after himself, and when he wasn't at the gym, he would be loudly streaming in the living room! But it was difficult to deny that he was hot. I mean beside his massive internet following, Derek brought home a different girl every night.

Well, every night except full moons...

I had chalked it up to coincidence at first, but now after two years, I had become convinced that my roommate was a werewolf. And I was going to prove it.

After months of research on supernatural forums, I had put together a collection of silver jewelry, a squirt gun full of holy water, and the most important part of the plan: A poster with the phases of the moon with a large full moon in the center.

I got the idea from xXwolfboyy69Xx, who pointed out that would catch him off guard, and that if things got out of hand I could always roll the poster up and he'd turn back.

Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but how crazy is your roommate coming home the morning after every full moon in shredded clothes?

I picked a day we both had off, and I told him we needed to discuss something in the roommate agreement. He'd rolled his eyes, but it was plausible since he was a pretty sloppy roommate. He came out of his room and sat on the couch.

"Alright bro, what's up?" He sighed.

I took a deep breath, counted to three in my head, and unrolled the poster.

Derek's eyebrows knit together in confusion, and then he grunted and grabbed his stomach. He got up and tried to head for the door, but a convulsion wracked through him and he fell to the ground, howling. His ears were becoming pointed and furry!

I pinned the poster up to the bulletin board on the wall behind me, and grabbed the squirt gun out of the back of my pants, training it on him.

My poor roomie shredded his shirt, convulsing on the floor, clawing at his torso. I watched as his red body hair thickened, becoming denser across his chest, shoulders and back. Then I realized he was getting bigger...but not in the way I'd anticipated.

I watched as his pale, freckled flesh began to surge forward in pulses, his abs softening, and then vanishing. Now a belly forming, and then a sizable gut. He rolled over, and I watched a pair of love handles bloom, round and wobbling and...biteable. They pushed down the waistband of his pants, beginning to reveal a very different pale white moon from the one pinned on our notice board. Over his exposed crack, a fluffy ginger tail slowly sprouted. His growling and grunting began to fade.

Finally, the plump ginger rolled onto his back again, laying spreadeagle on the floor. His plump white belly rose and fell as his breathing levelled out. I looked at this giant man that had once been my svelte fuckboi roommate. At this size, with all that hair, I kind of saw the appeal. In fact, even with the ears and tail he was the hottest I'd ever seen him. But he could still be dangerous.

Hesitantly, I reached out with my free hand and placed it on his belly. Instantly, the chubby dude's eyes snapped open, and he looked down at me. I feared the worst until his long pink tongue lolled out of his mouth and he started panting happily.

I set to work scratching the werewolf's wobbling belly and he kicked in delight, whimpering and panting. I reached up and played with one of his giant new man-tits too, which elicited a howl that I could only take as approving.

"So this is what you were hiding from me, huh boy?" I baby talked the giant man-beast, scratching under his bearded chin. "Well, I think I like you much better this way! Who's my big boy? You are!" Derek licked my face in response. I looked up at the poster I'd pinned to the wall and smiled to myself. Immediately, I got up and opened sat at Derek's computer setup. He'd never let me touch it before, but now he trotted behind me, setting his round head in my lap and looking up at me lovingly. I opened his Amazon account.

"Now let's see...We'll need a couple more of those posters, just to make sure we have a full moon every day," I smirked down at my much more agreeable roommate. "And then...collar, dog bed... Do you think Purina makes werewolf chow?"

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Requests? Sure!

Male stripper gains weight during striptease/lapdance

Cheeks

Andre had never heard of Cheeks before getting invited to apply, but after working mainly lame bachelorette parties, the more than competitive hourly rate of the club practically made him drool.

He walked up to the entrance of the given address and knocked on the door. A tall, muscular man in a pitch black suit stepped out. He had blonde hair molded into a slicked back pompadour and a thick blonde beard, both streaked with silver. The man seemed to look directly through Andre's brown eyes with his silver ones.

"Are you the new dancer?" He asked, his expression unreadable.

"U-uh, yeah.." Andre replied lamely, fiddling with the drawstring on his hoodie. He was still pretty imposing, having kept up his muscles from his high school basketball days, but this strange man was at least a head taller than him and much wider.

"Alright, I'm the guy you gotta impress. Strip, let's see what we're working with."

Andre balked a bit. "Uh, aren't there supposed to be, I-I mean I've only ever done this for...girls." Why was he being such a wuss around this guy?

"Listen man, Cheeks has all sorts of clientele. If you're not comfortable stripping in a professional setting, you can go back to doing naughty birthday parties for old ladies." The giant viking scoffed down at him. Andre looked toward the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and then began stripping.

He tried not to think to hard about the silvery eyes tracing his torso as he pulled off his hoodie, and then shucked off his sneakers. Finally, he slid off his basketball shorts, revealing a pair of red boxer briefs. The man circled him appraisingly, then sighed.

"Well, you're awfully scrawny, but we can fix that once you're on the job." Scrawny? Andre appraised himself in the wall of mirrors across the room. His wide back, tight abs, and perky little butt could hardly be called scrawny! The man continued. "As for your choice of underwear...is that what you're planning on wearing to work?" He seemed very unimpressed.

"...No" Andre lied unconvincingly.

The larger man sighed and rolled his eyes. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a bundle of fabric, and then tossed it at Andre. He caught it easily, but as he unfolded it he suddenly wished he hadn't.

It was a pink jockstrap with a cartoon pig on the front, and the strip club's logo on the waistband.

"What the fuck?" he yelled, tossing them to the ground in disgust. "You know what, forget this place!" He started walking toward the door, and then he heard the man laugh dismissively.

"Typical straight boy, afraid to actually do the work. Hopefully you'll find a club that lets you strip in plaid boxers."

Andre knew it was a challenge. He knew he was being egged on. But something in him couldn't let it drop. He turned around, glaring, and picked up the jock, stripping in front of the giant man who smirked, clearly amused. He pulled the pink jock over his 8 inch, bobbing dick and felt the straps snap against his butt. As he did, he felt a quick jolting sensation, almost like a static shock but...pleasurable? He grunted softly.

"Wow, didn't think you had it in you, little man." The blonde grinned teasingly. He pulled up a chair from a nearby table and sat in it, legs spread wide apart. "Now show me what you can do."

Andre glared at him, but a deep, indulgent R&B song started playing on the overhead speakers. The nearly naked man started undulating in front of his tormentor. He brought a hand down SMACK against his exposed ass and dragged it upwards, across his body, over his pecs and then into the air as he slowly dipped in a suggestive manner. He barely noticed that his flesh dragged along slightly with his hand before bouncing back into place. It had never done that before. He didn't have time to think about that, though.

The blonde viking slapped his own wide thigh insistently with a meaty hand, which shook Andre out of his rhythm, causing him to stand up straight. His pecs and...abs?...wobbled a bit in shock, and then he made his way toward the man. he spun around, meaning to tease the man with his ass, just too far away to brush against him. However, he must have miscalculated because his ass rubbed closely against the man's black suit.

The feeling was electric. His ass was soooo sensitive, a feeling that he had never experienced before. His voice was normally super deep but he couldn't help but let out a girlish moan.

At that, the larger man put a hand on both sides of his ass roughly, causing the flesh to ripple in an unfamiliar way, before bring him down on to his suited package. Andre squealed in unbridled pleasure before he could catch himself. And then he saw himself in the mirror.

The slim, goateed basketball player who had entered Cheeks had been replaced by someone nearly unrecognizable. Thick thighs let up to a fat, plush ass, that nipped into a comparatively tiny waist where there was not a single ab left to be seen. Instead, he had a smooth tummy that bounced and jiggled with his squirming. His torso was capped with a pair of thick, bouncing breasts. Atop it all, he saw his flushed face with its round cheeks and double chin, making expressions he'd never seen outside of hardcore porn. Worst of all? His dick, which had been nearly swallowed by his thick new thighs, was standing at a 90 degree angle from his body.

Finally, the song ended, and the blonde man pushed him up to his feet. The jockstrap seemed to dissolve in a flash of green, leaving the chubby, horny stripper standing naked.

"There, that's both problems solved!" the taller man smirked. "Now why don't you be a good boy and buy some appropriate costumes for your new act? You start tomorrow night"

The dumbstruck cub wanted to cuss this man out, to demand that he return him to his old size.

Instead, he replied "Yes Daddy, thank you!" He wasn't sure where that had come from, or why it tasted so right coming out of his plump new lips.

The viking grinned down at him, flashing white, wolfish teeth. "Daddy? I like that, keep it up." He reached around and smacked Andre's new double-wide rump.

"ooooOOOHHHH!!!" Andre's voice went up an octave as he shrieked in delight at the sensation. He came instantly onto the polished floor and fell back onto his new padded seat.

The man snorted derisively, straightening his black tie. "And clean that up before you leave. This is a respectable business."

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Slobby bear being controlled

Watch Fob Slob

Alek had meant well enough when it all started.

There was a sidewalk sale going on in the antique store below his apartment, and he was always looking for a new piece of furniture to brighten up his sad little studio, so he popped down. He had only just gotten to the bottom of the outdoor staircase connecting his door to the pavement below when he saw it glinting in a cardboard box marked "FREE". He reached into the box, curious.

When he withdrew his hand he saw he was holding a tiny medallion with a miniature painting of a lapdog on it. On the back, there was an inscription in a sturdy, archaic font:

OBEDIENCE

"That's a very unique piece," said a voice behind him.

Alek turned around to see Mrs. Lexington, the fiery little woman who ran the antique store.

"It is very beautiful, I love the little portrait!" Mrs. Lexington smiled, but there was a glint in her eyes he didn't recognize.

"Something tiny like that in a big old place like this is something special, only reveals itself to the person who ought to own it!"

"Do you know what it's purpose was?"

"It's a watch fob, kiddo! you attach it to a watch chain. And one like that is very unique indeed, the dog represents loyalty and obedience."

"Well, I don't own a watch with a chain, but..." Alek reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He plucked off a phone charm, some anime character his nephew had given him, and with some effort he attached the fob. "There!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

"You be careful with that, it's more responsibility than you know..." Mrs. Lexington said, her face deadly serious.

"Of course, Mrs. L. I would never lose something I got from your shop, how would I live it down?" Alek laughed. "Oh shoot, you know I forgot my wallet! Let me run back upstairs and I'll be right back down. You know I've had my eyes on that chaise lounge!" He was marching back up the wood stairs when he felt a sudden softness below his left foot and then a terrible snapping sound as his leg plunged through the rotten plank.

"AAAAHHH" Alek cried as he stumbled. Thankfully he was only on the third step, and pulled out his leg with a bit of effort. "This stupid staircase should have been repaired years ago, I could have been hurt!" he fumed. He took a photo with his phone and headed toward his landlord's house, a block away.

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Tony Marucci was sitting back in his easy chair watching March Madness when he heard the aggressive pounding on his door. He got up and waddled over to the door, pulling his basketball shorts up over the three inches of exposed, fur-lined ass crack. The giant man had been a college athlete himself once, 10 years ago. However, the multiple properties he inherited from his dad coupled with his natural laziness had slowly but surely the Italian Stallion into a lumbering bear. He opened the door and looked down at the angry little otter who lived in his property stood there with fire in his eyes.

"What can I do you for, Alex?" Tony asked easily leaning against the doorway on one arm. He flashed a hairy, unwashed pit and his wifebeater rode up. He scratched his fuzzy midriff and watched the poor little guy's resolve falter. Tony wasn't queer or nothin', but he always loved attention, especially if he could use it to shut up whiny tenants.

The yappy little dude ran a hand down his bearded face quickly and his anger had returned. "I just stepped through one of the rotten planks on my staircase, which I told you needed to be replaced! You need to get someone to fix those immediately or-"

"Listen Adam," The giant man bowled over the irritating little tirade. "All complaints must be put in writing and submitted via email, we've talked about this."

"I did that! Two months ago! And you ignored me! Now I have come in person to tell you if you don't get someone on it immediately I will withhold my rent, which I think you will find is within my rights in this city!" Tony didn't know if he wanted to punch the little dork or give him a noogie like he was an annoying little brother. He took in a deep breath and sighed.

"Do you have photographic evidence of the damage?"

The little dweeb practically jumped out of his skin getting his phone. "Yes indeed I do, I'd like you to take a look at these! I could have been killed! And Mrs. Lexington is my witness, these stairs need to..."

The yapping continued incessantly as tony looked down at the photo of the hole in the step. He rolled his eyes at the minor damage when something glinted just outside of his vision. What is that? He thought absently, his eyes following the dangling charm on his tenant's phone. So prettyyyy.... The charm twirled around and a word flashed across his eyes and burned deep into his brain:

OBEDIENCE

The slob's scruffy jaw went slack, falling open. A string of drool slowly spooled as the little man in front of him continued to emphatically prattle in his direction.

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"I bet I could get some of your other tenants together and start a strike, I'm sure you treat them just as neglectfully as you treat me, is that what you want Mr. Maru- ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME MISTER MARUCCI?" Alek was red in the face from his one-sided argument. when he finally looked at up at the landlord, the man was staring at nothing with his face and arms slack.

"listeninggggg" groaned the entranced bear.

"Wha- what are you doing?" Alek said, suddenly worried the handsome slob was having a stroke.

"Obeeedieeent" he crooned in reply, giggling dumbly.

Alek was confused for a second, and then remembered the word on the watch fob. "Are you...no, that's insane..." He regarded his landlord suspiciously. "Stand up straight."

The entranced goon in front of him immediately complied, his arms at his sides and his feet together. His jaw snapped shut, and he looked like a chubby toy soldier. Alek didn't know how to react, and he laughed frantically. He ushered his unwitting victim into his own house. I wonder what I can get away with, he thought to himself.

"Take off your shirt" He commanded imperiously. The bear complied, peeling off his sweaty wifebeater and revealing his hair peppered belly, chest, shoulders, and back. Alek reached out gingerly. He was scared of breaking the spell, but as he felt the warm, pliant flesh of his landlord's belly, the man simply leaned into his touch and hummed a single, needy note in the back of his throat.

"Do fifteen jumping jacks." The man instantly followed instructions, bouncing in time in a way that waws nearly hypnotic to Alek. His silky basketball shorts slowly migrated down his hips as he jumped, revealing that he was going commando, and that he had never heard of manscaping. Finally, with most of his pubes and half his ass hanging out, he stopped and stood up straight. "Behave normally."

Tony seemed to snap out of it with a snort, but he was still clearly fully absorbed by Alek. "Hey Alek! Don't worry about that staircase, I'll someone out there as soon as possible, I promise."

"In the meantime, I can stay here with you." Alek suggested.

"In the meantime, you can stay here with me!" Tony smiled, as if he'd come up with it.

"It could take a month for someone to get out there so I'll make myself at home." Alek smirked

"It could take a month for someone to get out there so please make yourself at home." Tony parroted hanging off his tenant's every word so much that they felt more like his true thoughts than his actual internal monologue.

"I can take your bed obviously, rent-free, and I can use your body however I see fit. You'll love whatever I do to you."

"You can take my bed obviously, rent-free, and you can use my body however you see fit. I'll love whatever you do to me" The mindfucked landlord grinned stupidly back.

"I'm so glad to hear it, Mr. Marucci, or should I say Tony" Alek grinned. Now why don't you show me to the bedroom, and you can show me just how sorry you are for breaching our contract?" In a flash, the giant bear was leading his new owner to his bed to start the beginning of his new life.

A life of Obedience

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CALLING ALL READERS!

Hey guys!!

             It’s been a while huh? Well I am seeing a light of normalcy at the end of the tunnel of chaos and I want to write what you guys want to read! 

Just send me a 5-10 word request of something you might want to see, and if it’s something I feel I can do justice you might just see it as one of my new Micro Fictions! Each of these stories will include an acknowledgement of the asker and the original request! If you have a more in-depth idea, you can also DM me, and we can work out a business arrangement. I’m so excited to see what you guys are looking to read! 

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About Captions

Hey guys,

Someone just approached me asking to have their photos taken off my site, and this made me realize I hadn’t really thought things through entirely when I made this blog. I’ll be taking that story down, as well as removing the pictures from my other stories. From now on, I’ll try to lean more towards short fiction and less on captions. If you have a pic you want to send me for inspiration for a story, that will still be fine, but unless you have permission from the person in the image, I won’t be posting the pic with it. Thanks guys, I’ll try to do better in the future

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Incident Report

Written based on a photo submission by  @TJtheGuard on Twitter.

Home Owner’s Association Incident Case #58887269342

Reported by HOA Agent Edward Bland (Badge #H438)

At 6:38pm Eastern Standard Time, I was making my rounds when I knocked on the door of a 5875 Poplar Drive. The home was emitting noise levels that were well above the limit outlined by the Home Owner’s Association, specifically Paragraph II, Subheading 4 (Unpermitted Recreational Noise After 2:00 PM).  Homeowners Ralph and Garrett O’Malley.

 (The following is a transcript of the exchange that led to the Incident herein reported.)

GO: Hey, Kev-! Oh sorry, you’re not Kevin!

Agent Bland: Good Evening, Mr. O’Malley. I’m Agent Bland of the Home Owner’s Association. 

GO: Oh, Hi there. Let me get my dad, he owns the place

(After 48 seconds, GO Returns with RO)

RO: Hi there, what’s this about? We paid our dues by mail this month, was there an issue?

Agent Bland: No sir, I’m here about the noise level on your premises. It’s above the maximum noise levels permitted after 2 PM by the HOA Guidelines.

RO: Oh, I’m sorry, we weren’t meaning to bother anyone. Has someone complained?

Agent Bland: No one has complained as of yet, but-

RO: Well, Agent Bland, would you be willing to let it slide just this once? I mean its the super bowl, my son is off from college. We won’t bother anyone, I promise!

Agent Bland:  I understand Mr. O’ Malley, but as I’m sure you are aware you signed a contract promising not to disrupt the peace of this neighborhood, and you are currently in violation of that contract.

GO: Dude, can’t you lighten up a little? It’s not like We’re playing metal music or something, it’s just a football game.

Agent Bland: I’m sorry Sir, but there are no exceptions permitted in the HOA Guidelines.

GO: Who cares? That’s the dumbest [EXPLETIVE] I’ve ever heard in my life!

Agent Bland: Please calm down Sir, or I’ll be given no choice but to-

RO: Are you [EXPLETIVE] threatening my son? Get the [EXPLETIVE] off my property, we aren’t hurting anyone.

Agent Bland: Sir, is this verbal confirmation that you do not intend to correct your violation of HOA Guidlines?

RO: This is my  [EXPLETIVE] verbal confirmation that I’ll be as loud as I [EXPLETIVE] please on my own  [EXPLETIVE] property!

(At this point it became clear that the homeowners were hostile, so I utilized the HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer at Subject RO. After a preliminary scan of the subject, the HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer  elected to neutralize subject’s aggression, intelligence, and free will. The subject’s athleticism was also neutralized, causing significant weight gain and wardrobe alteration.  HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer inadvertently fired twice, doubling the effect. Subject GO reacted extremely.)

GO: Dad! What happened to you?!

RO: [UNINTELLIGIBLE]

GO: What did you do to my dad? He’s drooling! Change him back! I’ll [EXPLETIVE] kill you!

(I was forced to once again discharge the HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer, this time at subject GO. Subject experienced a similar effect to RO, including altered wardrobe and weight, but appeared to have a better grip on his mental faculties post blast. The HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer fired only once )

GO: What the fudge did you do to us? fudge. Why do I keep saying fudge instead of fudge?

RO:  fudge

Agent Bland: Agents of the HOA are licensed to neutralize hostile personalities in the event of a confrontation.

GO: Please fix my father mister, I would be very grateful

Agent Bland: It’s regrettable what happened to your father young man, but unfortunately in order to have a personality neutralization reversed, you must file a request with the Home Owner’s Association Office between the hours of 9:00 AM and 4:00 PM, Monday through Thursday.

GO: (SILENT FOR SEVERAL SECONDS) What do we do now?

Agent Bland: Why don’t the two of you turn off the TV and work on a jigsaw puzzle? It’s a good way, HOA approved way to pass the time, and you’ll be in bed by 8:30.

GO: Okay Sir, you have a nice day. Come on Father, let’s do as the Agent says.

RO: Puzzle 

(End of Transcript.)

I am recommending no further disciplinary action at this time, but continued monitoring of 5875 Poplar Drive until such time as the HOA has determined Subjects have permanently ceased disruptive activity.

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For @brandedx2 on his birthday

*DING DONG*

Kevin set down the glass bowl he’d been stirring and made the perilous walk from his kitchen to the front door. He stubbed his toe on an unpacked box labeled  “BOOKS,” cursing loudly.  I’ve been here almost two months, he thought to himself as he hobbled over to the door. I really need to finish unpacking. When he answered the door, he saw his new neighbor Hank on the front porch. Hank was a tall guy in his mid-40s, He was the gym teacher and football coach at the local high school. He was also very handsome, broadly built with a handsome stoic face. There was something different though. Every time Kevin had seen the man, he’d been wearing a snug pair of Wranglers. Now, however, the handsome older man was wearing a pair of dark grey sweatpants. Kevin’s heart began to race as he suspected the reason for the change in wardrobe.

“Hey buddy,” said Hank in his deep rumbling baritone, shifting from foot to foot. He seemed a lot less confident than Kevin had ever seen him. “I, uh, I was in the neighborhood and I was just wonderin’ if you’d be willin’ to give me some advice on a...purchase...I made recently.” 

Kevin smiled warmly and stepped out of the way, inviting the bigger man inside. “Absolutely! What kind of purchase do you mean?” He loved playing dumb in these situations, forcing the straight dudes to squirm a little.

Hank cleared his throat and then sniffed. “Well, uh, it’s a long story. For a month or two, I’ve been...packin’ on a few pounds...” He adjusted his camo baseball cap, looking anywhere but Kevin. “And it is all...accumulatin’ in one spot... I guess you could say.”

“Oh? I’m not sure what you mean.” Kevin cocked his head in mock confusion. Hank’s ears were starting to turn pink. 

“Uh, well, my, uh....myasskeepsgettinbigger.” he muttered, so quietly Kevin could barely hear it. 

“What? I think I must have misheard you.” the shorter man grinned, watching the blush spread down to Hank’s neck with great enjoyment.

“I said, my...ass...keeps gettin’ bigger” He said, face burning with embarrassment. He was shifting from foot to foot again. “I can’t fit into any of my old pants anymore, or my old drawers. And I bought some replacements on the internets, and I guess I was maybe a little drunk when I did it because...” The poor man looked like he was going to have a stroke. “Well I was just wonderin’ if you could take a look and see if they’re...okay. I know that guys who are...like you...are better with that kinda stuff.” 

“Okay, well let me see the package and I’ll take a look.”

Shock flashed across Hank’s face. “The-uh, package?” 

“Yeah, the package the underwear came in?”

Kevin had never seen a person turn as red as Hank did in that moment. “Uh, I didn’t think to bring the package. I kinda, um, well I kinda wore ‘em here.” 

It took everything in Kevin not to burst out laughing, but he kept up the act. “Oh wow. Well, let’s see what we’re working with.”

Hank cleared his throat, and then turned around. He took a deep, shaky breath as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his sweatpants, and then lowered them. Kevin’s eyebrows went up in surprise. 

When Kevin had met Hank, his ass had been small, tight, and perky. In the short time since, it had become a giant pair of soft, fat globes that jiggled and bounced without the support of his pants. Buried between them was a black thong. Kevin grinned.

“Well, you want my professional opinion, as a gay guy?” He asked.

Hank gulped. “uh, yes please.”

“Well, I think they’re a little boring...”

Hank turned back, looking surprised. “...Boring?”

“Yeah! I mean where are the patterns? Where’s the lace?”

“Would you...like it more if they were...lacy?” Hank looked like he couldn’t believe the words he was saying.

Kevin smiled. “Absolutely! In fact, you should probably wait for my approval next time.” Hank blushed more and nodded.

It was clear that the “homemade punch” Kevin had served to all the men in the neighborhood at his housewarming barbecue was finally beginning to show results. The powder he’d bought online had promised that the effects would include a steady increase in gluteal growth and sensitivity, heightened sexual feelings for the same sex, submissive tendencies, lowered intellect...

Hank cleared his throat. “I was uh, I was wonderin’ if maybe you wanted to...touch ‘em?” He didn’t need to ask twice. Kevin’s hands were practically on his pale jiggling cheeks before the bashful redneck could finish the sentence. Hank’s deep rumbling voice climbed a few octaves as he yelped and whimpered in pleasure like he’d never felt before. He backed into Kevin, desperate for more. 

as Kevin teased the poor man with the floss of his own thong, he reached around, his hand slipping into the front pouch. His hand wrapped easily around Hank’s diminished tool. Kevin was happy to see the powder had delivered in that regard too.

“I-it’s....normally biiiigger!” Hank whined in his new bitched-out tone. That was certainly an understatement. The 7 inch club that had filled out the front of his Wranglers two months ago was now a two inch button boner. 

“Well, it’s much more manageable now.” Kevin taunted, working a finger between his new toy’s massive mounds.

 Hank’s eyes went crossed and he let out a whine so high that his voice cracked. His tiny dick erupted immediately, and he slumped back against the shorter man behind him. Kevin had to practically carry him to the sofa. Hank sat panting, red faced, trying to collect himself.

“I-I think *HUFF* somethin’s *HUFF*  happening to me!” he whined between pants, unable to articulate the transformation that had brought him here. 

“Well, you just lay there and have a deep breath and we’ll talk things through okay? I’ll make sure you have nothing to worry about.” Kevin cooed down at him like he was talking to a frightened stray dog. 

Hank looked up at him hopefully, his breath evening out. “You mean you’ll help me?”

“Of course! You just lie back and let me take care of everything.” Kevin patted him on the cheek condescendingly. ”Oh but where are my manners? You’re a guest! I just made some punch, would you care for a glass?”

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My sink was broken, AGAIN. And my landlord Dwight was still too cheap to call a real plumber, so he was back once again to do another half-assed repair job. 

“Listen buddy, I’m gonna take care of it for real this time, quit your bitchin’” He drawled in his light southern accent as he scratched at his cheesy moustache. 

Luckily, his unwelcome presence in my home meant I could play a little target practice with my new invention. I called it the “slut ray”. It was a little gun I’d made from spare parts I’d “borrowed” from work. It warps a man’s libido, brain, and body to make them sexier and more open to “fun”. At least, that was what it was meant to do, I had never actually tried it out before. But seeing my landlord’s ass waving in the air obliviously, I knew this was the perfect chance to work out any kinks on a live subject.

I snuck up behind him in my socks, careful not to make any noise. I pointed the gun right at his plumber’s crack, closed my eyes, and squeezed the trigger. I heard a slam and my landlord grunt loudly. 

I opened my eyes excitedly, and then realized with disappointment that the jackass had just smacked his head on the underside of the sink. Otherwise there was no change. Maybe I missed? I held my breath and lifted the gun again, this time keeping my eyes open. I fired at him again. This time, I watched as he arched his back and moaned softly. And then....

No further change. Dammit, it’s clearly way too weak. I shot at him again out of frustration. This time he didn’t even seem phased. I walked back to my room, defeated. I knew that invention is a lot of trial and error, but I’d had really high hopes for this one. 

I was poring over my notes, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong when I felt a presence over my shoulder. I slammed by notebook closed as I whirled around. What I saw made my jaw drop. 

It was Dwight, but barely. My slob of a landlord now looked like a hot college student wearing a “Sexy Dwight” costume for Halloween. He looked fitter, curvier, handsomer. Even his moustache and plumber’s crack were sexy now. But I could see in his face that it was still him, however improved that face may be.

“Golly Mister Masters, I didn’t mean tah surprise ya!” his light drawl seemed to have morphed into a goofy impression of itself, and now he sounded like a sexy Gomer Pyle. “You don’t haff to worry none about me spyin’ on ya though, I ain’t too good a reader.” He scratched the back oh his head, flashing a hairy pit. 

The three blasts I gave him must have built on each other, and the delayed reaction sent him past slut and turned him into a lewd pinup drawing come to life. Oh my gosh, I realized. This isn’t a slut ray, it’s a porn ray! I’ll have to up the power for the next trial.

“I jist swung by to say I was in yer kitchen and I couldn’t figure out why, fer the life o’ me! I guess I musta jist plum fergot!” To be honest, the accent was growing on me.

I reached in my mind for something to say to this impossible version of my landlord. Then I had the most perfect idea.

“Well Dwight, we were just going to talk about how I don’t think I’m gonna be able to pay next month’s rent, and I was wondering if we could come to some other kind of arrangement...?” 

A dim spark flashed behind  Dwight’s vacant eyes and he smiled idiotically. “Well Mister Masters, yer in luck! I’m always willin’ to barter.” He wiggled his ass at me bawdily. It was clear this new invention was going to make my life a whole lot easier.

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Ian was practicing with the rest of the team on the college’s baseball field when it happened. The 21 year old outfielder was a little confused at first when he noticed several of his teammates all looking in the same direction, but when he followed their gaze, he realized someone had turned on the scoreboard. There was a man projected on the giant digital screen in the center. The man looked a couple years younger than Ian, and he was wearing a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and a nervous expression. 

“Uhm,” The young guy said hesitantly, his timid voice booming out of the giant speakers and echoing across the field. He had a very funny looking microphone in front of him, all dials and lights. He adjusted the largest dial on the side and then continued. “It doesn’t... it doesn’t make sense for you to be wearing clothes when you’re practicing. A-after all, um, you don’t want to get them all sweaty! I-It’s a waste of...water...” his voice trailed off lamely. He was blushing, and it almost looked like he was holding his breath.

Ian was confused for a second, but out of the corner of his eye he saw his teammate Dominic stripping down without a second thought. Come to think of it, Ian couldn’t think of a reason not to comply either. After all, what the guy had said was true, right? It was the ecofriendly thing to do! And he hadn’t said it very confidently, but there was *something* behind his voice that just made him incredibly compelling. Before Ian even realized what he was doing, he was already pulling off his striped boxer briefs and tossing them on the ground with the rest of his clothes. The breeze caressing his plump, perky rump made him feel vulnerable and exposed, but there wasn’t much he could do. After all, that guy had made an indisputable point! 

Meanwhile, the guy’s face was lit up with a look of delighted surprise. Ian realized he must be watching from somewhere.

 “It works!” The little guy whispered excitedly “Umm, alright, well,” He cleared his throat. “You guys find it so easy to listen to me because you...belong to me. Uh, to me, Vincent Maines. Y-you uh...feel compelled and, uhm, excited to obey me at all times, even when I’m not talking into the microphone.” There was a bit of murmuring from the crowd of naked jocks at that, but once again not a single one could come up with an argument to this obvious truth. 

Ian shielded his eyes from the sun to get a better glimpse at the screen. He didn’t want to miss anything that his owner had to say! After all, Vincent was so easy to listen to, and even easier to obey.

“I-I’m going to come down there now, I have more orders to give you and I, uhm, I want to get a good look when you obey.” he let our a peal of nervous, giddy laughter, and then the giant screen shut off. 

Ian and the other naked men waited patiently, eager to meet the man they belonged to and learn what they could do to please him. They wouldn’t have to wait very long.