So, thought it was about time to throw together another bunch of recommendations.
Big Ray’s Buffet by Eiji Otaka and Bastianhoef - Two guys visit a buffet thats got a new chef. The food there is irresistible and they cant help but keep going back for seconds. The more they eat the more pig-like they and the other patrons there become. Pretty soon the place is filled fat slobby pigs that only have food and fuckin’ on their minds.
LARD COACH by philonico - (Gotta download this one to view) A once prideful gym teacher has ended up like the fat-asses he used to make fun of. He goes to the gym to try and lose weight, getting some help from past students of his. He gives up so easily, so his helpers decide to support him in being the pig he wants to be. They stuff him silly then bring his fatass back to their farm to swell like a pig.
Los Solucionadores 1 & 2 by HaveACoolSummer - (Vore story) When you want guys to go missing you call Los Solucionadores. Though the way they go missing is down a fat blobs throat. From the first to the second story the blob goes from being able to take dozens of guys in his gut to hundreds.
Kingpin Fattens up Spider-Man; Captain America; Hawkeye by Vacantname00 - Kingpin sets up a trap for that annoying Spider-Man. Being tube fed a fattening concoction the hero is rendered immobile by fat. After being MIA for a bit Cap goes out in search for him, only to meet the same fate as the web-slinger. Its not till Ironman and Hawkeye come to the rescue that Kingpin is taken down, though the archer does put on a few pounds in the confrontation. Personally love the teasing Tony does to Steve’s new bulk.
Birthday Hog by Garebear241 - A fat guy buys a cake for his birthday, too bad a cruel twist of fate prevents him from enjoying it. Though at least he gets to enjoy as many cakes as he wants in hell. So many cakes, that he easily goes from man to blob in no time. But hey, at least the cakes taste great here.
I'm a gainer myself, and I've been making audio aimed at fat dudes like me who want to get even fatter, among other things. It's all free on Patreon, and I'd love if you listened and shared your thoughts.
This file is all about becoming a bigger slob. Eating more, showering less, getting off in your underwear... It's a fun time 😈
Been away a while. Good to finally be back writing and gaining again oink. Enjoy pigs
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Trent was a jock. At University for a sports major, surrounded by a group of dumb jock bros and cheer leader girls who embraced his alpha status. His nights were filled with wild parties, drinking, sex with any woman he could find, and he loved it. His current drinking gang was the rugby club, which only meant larger groups of larger men, getting into worse fights and sometimes waking up in jail after punching someone they shouldn't have. Trent always got away with it though, the coach would always bail him, they couldn't lose their top student on the team ‘Bro’.
But all that was about to change. Yet another raucous party after watching ‘the game’, had ended with the group being thrown out for several punch ups and groping incidents. “Fu#k you! W-we don't need ya bitc#es anyway!” Trent shouted, managing to hurl a bottle that smashed against the door, while still hanging off his bros shoulder, dragging him away. Two girls in trashy make up and a guy with a sore fist shouted something Trent couldn't make out through his drunken haze, before narrowly missing a bottle thrown at him. His mate pulled him sideways “Whoa, F you! We-HIC- we gettin' outa ere anyway! YOU SUCK - !” Before holding up both fingers and walking backwards, gesturing at his cock. Trent and his bros stumbled, hanging off each other for stability, half running around the corner, before the lads at the frat house decided to give chase.
It started to rain. Trents thin shirt clinging to his pecs and abs. His usual swagger was replaced by an unsteady stumble, fueled by the excessive drinking, as they stumbled through the labyrinth of city alleys. “Bro im going home man…fu#k that lot mannn-HIC-”
Trent looked disappointed at his mate, “For real man? You gon’ wuss -HIC- out on me?” Before he pushed him to one side and stagged up onto both feet to stand on his own. Trent continued “W-We can go anywhere we want bro, ya know who we- HIC- who we are bro!” before Trent slipped back and hit the wall. Tearing his shirt. Trents mate laughed, lighting a cigarette as he too slumped against the wall.
“Ma bro -HIC- Time to hit the hay. Its like fuc-’5am man.” Trent looked up, the horizon was just glowing from the sun an hour or so away. “Y-yeah I guess man…FU#K!”
Just as he went to pull himself up, a LOUD horn sounded and they jumped back from the edge of the road. A semi-truck rolled past, the driver swearing as he swung the rig up the road and parked next to several others. Trent saw red, shouting over at the trucker as he pulled up. Several other hulking men, smoking cigars and drinking from large glasses by the bar's door, also looked over. The sounds of rock music echoing out from the neon lit bar did nothing to cover Trents booming jock voice. “Oi ya truckers scum! Mind where the- HIC-hell ya goin dumb-ass!” The main group of truckers didn't really respond, taking long drags on thick cigars, but instead looked over at the one that had just pulled up. Who pointed over at them. “Drunk kids playin’ in the darn road, ge’ yourselves killed!”
“F- you grandad! Can smell ya from here pig!” Trent shouted over, rage building. His mate grabbed him, even drunk he knew better as he attempted to reason with him. “Trent bro, calm the hell down-HIC-man! It aint worth it dude!” But it was too late.Trent marched forwards, his jock body bulging as veins ran up his neck. “You nearly hit ME bro, hit ME! you-HIC-know who I AM?! I’m fu#king TRENT ‘THE TANK’ JOHNSON BRO!” Now looking twice as big, arms flexing as he approached. The truckers barely moved, standing forwards as one unit, the driver ahead of them continued. “Look kid, aint no harm done. Don’t go doing somethin ya go an’ regret son” Taking out a cigar from his leather vest, hanging over an equally dirty and rounded gut. Trent stopped short “Damn bro, you truckers look like SH#T duuude! Ya crawl out a dumpster?! Bet y can’t even SEE ya tiny dick under that ay!” Pointing down at his overhanging belly and jeering.
By now his mate had stumbled to his side. “Trent c’mon man, leave em, I’m not -HIC- getting in another fight tonight bro! C’MON!” He half shouted pulling Trents arm. After a few hard yanks, Trent began to shuffle away. But no less angry. “Lemme go man! Fu#k these pigs! I can take’em bro” The truckers laughed a bit. Another shouted out at them from the group now, scratching his own gut “Listen to ya mate kid, go home. Ya drunk” Trent swung blindly in their direction before his mate finally got a grip on him. Dragging him away. “F you pigs! Look at me! Ya always gonna be scum compared -HIC- to this!” he grabbed at his shirt, yanking it to show off his abs. The truckers just laughed as the two jocks stumbled away. The final words of Trent fading into the distance. “I’ll never be like you! Ya -HIC- hear! Oink Oinks pigs!”
Just as they disappeared, a new trucker switched on the lights of his rig. Having watched the whole thing from inside, silently making his judgment. He grinned as the two jocks disappeared from view. Flashing a set of orange eyes. Thinking over the Jocks final words he found himself answering back. “We’ll see about that kid…”
Gaz the genie slowly followed them back to Trents place, and watched his mate throw him into his bed and leave him there, face down, still dressed and wet. “Trent ya damn ass hole, I'll come back tomorrow bro, your a -HIC- fu#king pain in the ass ya know that bro!” Trent only moaned a reply into his pillow before throwing a lazy ‘thumbs up’ in his bros direction. A few seconds later, Trent heard the door slam closed and leave him in the darkness of his flat. The rain lashing the windows was the only sound he heard as he grinned dopily to himself. “Anotha’ top night broooo….” before he passed out, snoring into his pillow.
Gaz watched. A bolt of lighting announced his presence but Trent only rolled over, drool dripping from his mouth to the pillow. “And THEYRE the pigs ay…” Gaz muttered booking him over. “Lets see how you like it then” as he took a long drag from his own cigar and blew out a huge cloud of orange smoke that seemed to weave and snake its way over and into Trents nose and mouth. Trent barely noticed, other than the odd twitch of his balls as it worked its way into him. Gaz sighed, another job done. “Heh, be seein’ ya kid” He waved his cigar in the air, and just as soon as he’d come, vanished into the orange fog leaving no trace he’d ever been there at all.
Trent woke up sweating. “What the-” He muttered, thinking his clothes were wet from the rain the night before. But no, as he peeled himself up he could smell the musk hanging off his ripe pits and back. Almost stuck to the bed. “Oh christ-Looks like I overdid it, jesus that stinks-UGH!” He grabbed his head, as if the stink wasn't bad enough, he had one hell of a hangover. It felt like he was hit by a truck. He staggered to his feet, finding it much harder than normal, and noticed that he could feet the cold floor under his toes. He squinted down, but couldn't make them out for some reason. Instead lumbering forwards towards the bathroom. His ass letting loose a loud wet fart without control as he did. He jeered proudly, any jock would, as he scratched absentmindedly at his balls. He didn't even register the hair running up his chest and belly as he yanked off his shirt and yawned at the mirror.
“Oh fu….” His voice trailed off as he looked at himself in abject horror.
His buff body had been wrapped in a thin layer of fat, his gut had pushed out, not to mention the hair. It grew in all directions from his chest and cock, even his pits now sported long forests of musk that clung to him like wet towel. The only place that wasn't getting hair was his head, which was looking noticeably thinner. His brow was pulling back as his hair redecded in front of him.
His stomach lurched. Trent tried to hold it in with his meaty hands...But even as he watched, he could SEE his gut slowly expanding, rumbling like a earthquake as he stood breathing. Even as his chest rose and sank, he could FEEL it getting wider, pushing his arms and gut apart. A pressure was building inside him, working its way to his throat, he couldn't stop it. “BUUEUUUUUURRRP" The loudest belch he'd made of heard echoed around his small flat as he steadied his new weight. "-W-WOT'S APPEN'IN....M-MY VOICE?!" He had too come to terms with as he fell back against the wall. His sweaty back slapping against the tiles. Trent looked at his thick brow, heavy set nose, his pretty face was vanishing before his eyes. "NO NO!" he reached up to try and stop it, but his newer fat fingers did nothing to stop it. Only finding thick stubble, forcing through under his fingers to hide what was left of his face.
Suddenly his swinging balls met the cold tiled wall. He let out a guttural moan, much deeper than he expected it to be, as they slapped the cold surface. Trent looked down, now realizing the extent of his changes. His first problem was his thickening gut. It was blocking his view straight down. He pawed at it, pulling the fatty orb around until he managed to lean over to see his new package. "Oh sh#t..." Trent panicked as he saw two huge balls, the size of oranges, hanging almost halfway to his knees. Both were tied in a thick leather strap that made them appear even larger. His cock was a different story. It had lost a few inches. Even as he felt around, he swore he could feel his gut and fat pad slowly eating more space around it. It was no longer the long 10 incher he was used to, but a much fatter 7, soon to be 6.9, 6.8, 6.7.
"I gotta- I gutta stop dis' Trent finally blurted out. Wobbling away from the mirror back towards his room, panting and out of breath already, he was only getting hotter as the hair started to spread over his shoulder, merging with his pits and chest. The stink of sweat pouring from one area to the next. Trent stood in the middle of his room, thinking hard. "Wot did I-wait! T-THOSE truckers blokes!" He froze, the flash of the front door of the bar appeared in his head. It was red, the smell of cigar smoke and the heavy thrash of rock music and rowdy bears drinking. Drool dripped from Trents mouth before his phone snapped him out of it.
He grabbed it without thinking, and immediately regretted it when his mate that got him home answered. "Bro? You sound terrible man...like a fu#kin’ red neck or something man"
"Yer I jus' err, ain't feeling r'ght.. and got dis damn hangova’ is all" Trent tried to say as casually as he could, but the words fumbled in his mouth. He concentrated, finding a final surge of willpower and gripped the phone. He could do this. He thought to himself. "Y-Yer bro, I'm good ya know, just headache, a-an im gonna be out all -BURRRRRP-day. Can't be bothered dude" Trent paused, had he fooled him? His mate seemed to wait forever before finally shouting "Damn bro, well ya can keep ya stench ass home the. Catch ya down the clubs later then bro! PEACE!" Before the phone went dead in Trents hand. He gulped hard and felt his throat shift and thicken inside his neck. Somehow he knew that was the last time he'd speak like his old self for a while, as another much louder belch forced its way out. "BURRRRAAPPPPPPPDARN IT! W-Wot's I gon' do now? I only got's a few hours before dem kids-I mean-bros come by.." He barely noticed his voice slipping, it felt more natural by the second as a thick beard was starting to join over his lips and hang over his chest. Only muffling his words further.
Trent looked himself up and down, quickly taking stock of his situation. His socks had burst open, huge hairy feet several sizes larger than before poked out the torn gaps. Likewise his shorts, soaked in musk and torn to pieces, were a tattered mess back on the bathroom floor. His muscle shirt was still hanging on, but just barely. Even it, designed for working out in, could only soak up so much sweat as it began to hang limply and wet off his thick, hairy arms, slapping around like a wet towel. The hairs on his chest and shoulders threatened to grow over the vests thin shoulder straps entirely. His back was wet, properly wet, his pits were dripping and his balls were radiating so much heat his legs were getting sweaty from them alone.
Trent looked out the window. Still raining. He thought of the bar, the truckers and how he'd screamed at them drunk. He knew what he had to do. He took a slow step towards his clothes draws. Leaving wet foot prints of his musky feet behind. "Gota' be summit dis fella can wear'.
He pulled one draw open, now having to lean quite alot to move his thick arms and head around his now massive gut to see. Even then his legs and biceps were starting to rub together now. Changing his stance bit by bit. Thick hairs growing to fill the new sweaty, damp spaces.
"B-but wot the fu-?!" Trent yanked out his old clothes. But they weren't HIS old clothes. They were vests, wife beaters, sorts shorts and jeans. Leather vests and even a set of boots that were way too big for...."Oh-" He sighed as he put his massive foot down next to the clown sized leather boot. They looked like they’d fit him after all. "Maybe aint' THAT big" he tried to reason with himself as he had no choice but to pull on the disgusting clothes.
The shirt was just a bit too small for him by the time he got it on. It had stains, and the vest material was just thin enough to see his hairy chest though, most poked over the top like some cheap Italian car dealer. He tried to find a shirt that would look ok, but eventually went for just a leather vest. He was so warm, he couldn't bare putting on any more layers than he had too. Next were shorts. It turned out to be the hardest part to get on. His gut was getting bigger, and his arms thicker, he could barely reach the button as he sucked in as hard as he could and hooked it in. "BURRRRRRRRAAAP" "FRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT" The pressure released as a long belch and fart as he stood proud. "D-done...finally, ain't gonna fit dem college kids clothes no more cuz" before without thinking, he chewed and spat on his carpet. The thick black stain sinking in as he stepped over it towards the door. "I got's me a trucker to beat on" as he clapped his fists together. In Trents head. They'd been the ones to do this to him, and he was going to make them 'undo it' to him.
Several people looked at him as he walked down the road. Some in disgust, other bears like him seemed to leer as he passed. "Weirdos..." he muttered in his deepening trucker voice. As he walked, his steps wider, slower, heavier in his thick boots. His vest slowly began to ride up his growing gut, showing patches of sweat gathering under his arms, over his shoulders, under his belly…
By the time he finally arrived, he’d developed a full and thick beard, his head of hair however was nearly bald, his huge gut was hanging off him like a beer keg, forcing him to lean back slightly. He stank, like really he stank. More toilet than gym, his sweat hung from him like the matted hair growing over his entire body. It was like a warm blanket. A wet, stinky, warm blanket. Then, he saw it. The Red door. He could straight through into the smoky bar. The truckers and other drunk pub go'ers were standing inside. Drinking, smoking cigars, laughing louding and slapping each others bellies. As Trent approached, ready to break some skulls and get some answers...he paused. His steps slowed. He felt his anger slipping away from him, his clenched fists let go and by the time he reached the spot where he’d stood just last night. He came to a complete stop.
"Ya'll ok buddy?" A large bear with bright amber eyes approached. "Ya lost boy?" Boy? Trents mind snapped back to reality. Now his whole vision as this man. This MAN. He was taller than him. thicker, in muscle and fat, hairier, he looked- Trents thoughts paused...he looked he looks perfect. "Wait wots happenin?" Trent shook the thoughts out his head as the large Trucker put a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Can I ge' you a drink boy, ya'll look like ye' needs one" Before Trent could respond, he felt the mans thick arms wrap around him, his head forced into the man's own sweaty pecs and wet chest fur as he was litterilly CARRIED inside to the bar.
"Now wait jus' BURRRRP- a sec!" Trent tried to protest but was placed on a stall by the truckers bar and quickly found a large beer in front of him. The massive guy released Trent from his grip and took his own large beer in his own, larger hand. "So son, I'm Gaz, What's a young guy like ya' doin' ere? Got a rig I guess" Taking a long swing from the beer, leaving a thick foam in his beard. Trent steadied himself, his gut was now making it harder to move. His arms now rested at angles, his whole body was alien to him. He looked up at Gaz "I came to-BUUURP- came to errr… get back something-um….-BURRRRP- don't remember…." His voice trailed off. The hangover was back. His thoughts were getting foggy. Just looking at this huge trucker seemed to make his head…fuzzy?
He grabbed the beer instinctively and began to down it. His mind cleared slightly. "I wos ere' yesterday, I needed errr....help...I think...." Trent pleaded best he could. But Gaz just smirked. "Oh I bet I know, you probably left ya truck ere' and wondered off drunk ay? Atta boy, lets go see if can't find it" Almost as if being led on an invisible leash. Trent downed the last of his beer and quickly followed the lumbering hog outside. He could see other truckers and bears eyeing him. He could smell them too. Like a musky ripe pit. Like his truck. God he missed it.
He stumbled forwards over the door and slapped his beard into the wet belly of another sweaty bear. It was the trucker he'd sworn at yesterday. But neither of them regnoised each other. As Trent peeled himself off the guy. He could taste him. It was rank. Like sweaty ass and unwashed ripe gym socks. And Trent was in love…He looked up at the guy. His dick already hard as his drool joined with the guys chest hair. "S-sorry there Boss" He automatically blurted out as Gaz pulled him aside, fist bumping the Driver from last night. "This is Hog. Well, names proper is Brandy, but we all jus' call him Hog"
Brandy, or Hog the Driver, looked down at Trent. Who was suddenly feeling very small beside Gaz and Hog. "Nice to meet ya Pig. Don't I know ya from somewhere boy?" Hog said, leaning in. Trent could only huff the fumes coming off Hog. It was like he was supposed to be buried under his belly, licking his pits. It was Trents place he somehow thought. Hog meanwhile, thought that this cute pig looked just a bit like that arrogant drunk Jock that had a go at him here last night but... it couldn't be. While this strange imprinting was taking place between Hog and Trent. Gaz reached into Trets leather vest pocket and pulled out some large keys. "Ya'll a thick pig, got ya keys in ya damned vest pig" and Trent looked up at them, dangling in Gaz's filthy thick mitts. Hanging from a chain on the keys were the steel joined together letters, PIG.
Trent gulped. 'Was that him? Was HE....PIG? But...Pig was Trent. I mean, Trent was Trent.' He shook his head, again the thoughts were heavy and thick inside his head. Like he couldn't hold onto them for very long before it began to ache. Gaz smirked. "Better take ya boy Hog, looks like he needs ya" and before Trent knew what was happening he'd been shoved head first into Hogs wet forest of stank. He was led, blind as he breathed it in. His mind getting to know his master. Hog was all he needed now. He knew that was why he came. To find this...warm, stinky, place.
"Boy! - BURRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPP-" A belch so loud his ears shook was directed straight at his face as Hog threw him back into reality. "Look, It's OUR truck PIG" Pig looked up. Gaz was holding the keys out, but as he went to grab them Hog took them from above him. "This this is daddy hogs don' chu pig?" Trent the Pig looked down, then sniffed his pit. His beard was rank too now. It only stank of Hog. That's all he could smell. He nodded at Gaz and Hog just in time to hear a glass bottle come spinning over their heads.
"OI YA SKANKS!" Someone young from the college shouted out at the group of them stood outside the truckers bar. It looked like a load of sports nuts. One looked familiar but, was it a mate he knew? Hog held his pig tight. "I got cha Pig. Fu#k those jocks. They don't know what they're missing ay boy?" as he felt himself starting to need a piss, a wank, and food. A real hog had a lot to teach his new pig.
Pig smiled through his beard as Hog climbed into his truck. Gaz smiled and helped Pig to climb. His hands were thick and slippery with sweat. Plus his gut meant he could barely climb at all.
"God ya nasty! You damn scum bags!" a few more voices shouted out from the passing drunk jocks as Pig watched Gaz close the door behind him, sealing him with his daddy into the truck forever. It was ripe inside. It smelt like Hog. He leaned over. "So wher’ we goin boss?"
Hog slammed the rig into gear as he looked out and waved at Gaz who grinned back. "Well pig...your first job aint ta think...-BURRRRRAAAP- now get down on dat" He yanked down his yellow boxers to reveal a thick, meaty cock and huge balls. Both with heavy weights attached making them swing around as the truck shook. His rod bounced and dripped with sweat and pre cum. "Get ta it pig" and Pig leapt forwards. Diving down onto his shaft under the steering wheel and licking with all his might. He had to serve this monster. It was his duty to his boss. He was home. He couldnt imagine being anywhere else than under his boss, wet with sweat, he blew his load into his own shorts as his vest ripped down the sides and his huge gut finally solidified into an orb of solid mass. He'd never touch his dick or reach his balls again. He’d never wash or go to college. His life was forever changed. He was a Pig. “He Oinked and grunted loudly into Hogs gut and cock, hungrily sucking as the truck pulled out of town.
Gas smirked as it finally vanished from view. "That'll teach ya pig" he muttered proudly just as a jock threw a bottle that smashed in his direction. “Ya all nasty donkeys, the lot of you gay boys!” one of the bulkier
jocks shouted. Gaz sighed. “No rest of the wicked ay”
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I cant even begin to thank you all enough, so to celebrate ive written a 600 follower reaction from Gaz the genie who we all know really runs this account haha. So enjoy this one you total legends!
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Story:
GAZ AND 600
Pauls Wish
Gaz grinned, taking a long satisfied drag on a thick Joint and looking at the message on his phone screen. His Tumblr account had made more of an impact than he expected and had become surprising popular, considering what happened to the replies he answered but there it was in big bold Tumblr font. “Congratulations! You have 600 followers.”
“Well f@#k me, maybe they LIKE being abused for wishes, I certainly do-“ He paused to exhale a large green cloud, “-or they’re too f’kin dumb to know I’m the real deal” The thug genie looked back down at his phone, still grinning “Ya know, 600 is a lot…ah hell, next wish that comes in, I’m doing it to celebrate.” He took another long drag, the end of the joint lighting up red as the thick smoke billowed out. He didn’t have to wait long, clicking his thick neck and cracking his knuckles just before the phone buzzed into life again. “NEW ASK” appeared on the notifications bar. Gaz rest his head on his large fist and opened it.
“Paul099: I’m sick of my mates acting like they’re better than me. They’re taller, stronger, I cant even grow a beard, 24 and try to fit in, I wish I could just be whatever they wanted so they’d actually think I was cool like them” Gaz smiled “Sounds like we need a group intervention”
Meanwhile, Paul was home, he’d been slowly moving several huge pallets of bricks from the yard to the site out back all day and collapsed onto his sofa. Not even bothering to take off his orange work clothes, he’d gone straight to scrolling through his Tumblur. He’d drafted an Ask earlier in the day, to a certain account that claimed to know a Genie. He’d done it after yet another day of his supposed old mates taking the micky out of him. Staring at what he’d written, taking a deep breath, he hit send and closed it, feeling stupid almost straight away. “What am I doing…” he sighed, holding his head in his hands.
Suddenly, there was a bright green flash. Paul, shocked into action, uncovered his face only to painfully peer forwards, half blinded as 3 humanoid shapes formed from thick green smoke in the middle of the room. Two familiar, deep voices shouted out “The hell is goin’ on!” followed by a slightly younger but no less angry, “Mate, wot-I’ll kill ya!” Paul could only sit, slack jawed. Watching in horror as Frank, a heavy set 41 year old; also his industrial supervisor, and Grant, his old best mate turned ass hole as he grew taller, heavier and scarier, eventually leaving Paul behind until helping him get the job at the construction site. The strange scally thug in the middle of them, however, he didn’t recognize. Luckily he stepped forwards, wrapping large arms around both men.
“Fellas, sorry to drag you out like this lads” The thug shuffled them together stepping to one side. His voice sounded like he was from London, but had a rough, harsh under tone that somehow you knew, this was serious. Grant; shaved head, white vest, former best mate, stepped back “W-wait, where the fu#k am I-“ his eyes found Paul, he then looked around, recognizing it from visits many years ago “Paul?! Sh#t your place is still WELL boring”. Frank; shorter, rounder and just as bald but not by choice, chose to stand and catch his breath, rightly baffle. “Grant? Lad, what’s goin’ on, I was at home-“ The two took a moment to look around before the third thug spoke again “Im Gaz, a genie”
Pauls heart suddenly rose, was this what he’d wished for coming true? Was it possible he’d finally had one thing go his way? Gaz grinned as he took out a joint, lighting it with a small fire that appeared above his thumb. Grant watched “W-why do I believe you, that sounds like bullsh#t but-I believe ya” Gaz exhaled, the green smoke slowly gathering around them all. “Ain’t magic a time saver” and half laughed, taking another long drag before he continued. “Nah, I’ll be serious lads, Paul he wants to;, and I quote - I wish I could just be whatever they wanted so they’d actually think I was cool like them-“
Pauls heart sank again, was THAT what he’d said, he’d worded it badly and he knew it. He went to speak, but was shouted over by both men. “Jus’ be whatever THEY wanted?” Frank asked, head to one side like a confused bulldog. “Who’s THEY?” Grant laughed, finding the whole thing hilarious. Gaz raised his joint and pointed the red embers at them. “You two, his mates from work.” Paul made a second attempt to speak, leaning forwards “W-well I didn’t mean-“ but he was drowned out and ignored in seconds. “Us? What can we do for him, I stopped hanging out with this dweeb because I couldn’t do noffin’ for him haha!” Grant continued, huge hands slapping his tight chest like a gorilla. Gaz turned, finally facing Paul directly “He wished to let you two lads make him whateva’ ya thought was cool”. Frank scoffed this time, “All this kid goes on about is cartoons and games, I ain’t got noffin’ for that” Grant agreed “Yeah mate, without growing a foot and getting some balls-“ He grabbed his own sizeable package through his shorts to emphasize his point “-he aint gonna be to cool to me fam”
Gaz grinned, exhaling another cloud. “Lets start there then”
Paul didn’t have a chance to reply, let alone move or question what was going on. In a split second his body snapped, like he’d been electrified. His body got hot and he watched in horror as his bones cracked and his muscles flexed uncontrollably. Grant and Frank watched in a combination of shock and awe as at Paul’s first transformation. His clothes quickly became too small as his head shot upwards by a foot, his feet grew 2 sizes larger, making his size 9 shoes bulge outwards as parts tore open for the size 11 feet expanding inside! His orange jacket managed to hold around his shirt, JUST. Along with his trousers, that had risen from around his ancles to almost at his knees and tightl as a drum. He was still the same build, so looked more like a giant teenager in clothes that didn’t fit anymore than anything else. Paul gasped, going to try and stand before his balls lurched, it wasn’t over yet. He instinctively reached down to cup them as if he’d been kicked, but his eyes widened in surprise. His balls were…expanding?! Aching for release, full as he’d ever felt them, his already tight boxers inside his comicaly tight trousers were now out of room. But his balls grew by the second, pulsing larger, the size of eggs now, then golf balls, tennis balls, oranges-“RIP” they settled at oranges. His trousers didn’t show it, but underneath his boxers had torn down the front, allowing just enough space for Paul catch his breath. “The-The f@#k!”His voice was still his, slightly deeper, but not enough to notice.
Grant coughed, gasping in shock, or laughter, Paul couldn’t tell “F-F@#K! You look like a proper lad now man! What are ya 510” Gaz leaned in “6ft bang on” “Damn, just under my height! Need to eat some though ay, Frank you seeing this sh#t!” Frank was, he was just as shocked “So Gaz, Genie mate-“ he looked straight at him “-We say it, he has to be it? All because he sent you some wish?” Gaz nodded, saying nothing, taking another long drag on his joint. Grant almost jumped “Oh F yeah! I’m gonna ruin you old matey, none of this BS for you anymore ay shorty!” and he pushed Paul back onto his sofa. Grappling him around his head and rubbing his hair hard with his fist. “G-get off me!” Paul tried to fight back, but he was still shorter over all and no stronger, he was just as powerless as ever. “This isn’t- what I wished for- Get OFF me!” Paul shoved hard and managed to dislodge himself from Grants arm, who was still laughing and sat next to him on the sofa, towering over him like always. Gaz finally answered him, the joint still in his mouth so he was mumbling out one side “Actually, this is exactly what you wished for”
“Your turn Frank” Grant shouted like a giant, scary kid, eager to see what he could do to his former pal. “So I can say anything?” Frank asked, Gaz nodded again, followed by grant “I said grow a pair and check em out” he grabbed Paul’s two bulging nuts through his trousers and laughed as he lurched from the impact. “Kid is a smart ass…” he murmured to himself, scratching his stubble beard. Gaz listened intently as he spoke out loud. “…talkin to us like idiots, all cus’ he’s done university, try the uni of life mate” Grant couldn’t help but jump in “Say he don’t know anything outside the site, maybe he’ll start fu#king workin’ harder haha!” Gaz and Franks eyes met, Gaz shrugged. “A-Alright yeah-“ Frank began, slowly nodding to himself as he put the words together in his head. Grant turned, grinning with his thick arms crossed.
“You ever did uni, actually ya never did college, you been workin’ for me since ya was 15, all you know how to do is work the equipment I trained ya on”
Like a cold bath, Paul could feel the shock of being plunged backwards as his memories started to move around and blur in his head. College, his education, drinking with his current friends, gaming online and doing his art degree, all started to fade. Leaving behind once trace ideas that things weren’t always the way they wre now… in their place came a constant ever repeating cycle of work, sleep, repeat, he’d been too slow to do anything serious at school, he didn’t even get to 16 before he dropped out, his best mate Grant had gotten him a job with Frank while he had finished college himself and joined them a few years later. By then Paul had become pretty good on anything at the worksite, from the Diggers to the huge drills, but he was still slow and thick as they come, unable to get most jokes with being explained and honestly more of a laugh because of it. Paul rubbed his head mumbling “W-wot, I ain’t-this ain’t right-F@#K! Why ain’t-ma words doin wot I wants- I AIN’T DUMB F@#K!” Grant was ecstatic, watching paul struggle to fight off his new reality. “Gaz, genie mate” he began, talking fast an excitedly “-that changed the past right? C-can I do that? Like, if I say I remember it, does it happen to him?”
Gaz paused, scratching his armpit. “Yea dude, ” and he shrugged, taking out a lighting a second joint from his pocket. Grant was thinking hard, you could almost see his brain working, his evil smile back on his face “So if I say I remember that ol’paul here’s a drinker, and a smoker…er…” he hesitated, thinking his cruel new reality up as he want “…in fact he got me into smoking, and at school he started growing a beard well young init, puberty hit this f@#ker like a fork lift and got proper bullied and sh#t…but I was the only lad that looked out for him. Me and Paul are best mates init, if I said that, its true right?” He said, looking at Paul straight in the eyes as Gaz smile “Yup, you got it”
What few memories Paul had of being at his home, playing games and relaxing were starting to blur! Paul tried to hold onto them but he was struggling to keep up anymore, it was so hard to think and he didn’t know what was important anymore! His best mate Grant did all his thinking for him! Soon, the new reality slipped in, downing pints, night after night, with Grant and Frank after work, naked on the streets or watching football, always not sure what was going on and dumbly clapping along with them. In response Pauls gut expanded outwards, his skin darkened from years in the sun as a wife beaters tan was permently burned into his skin as it was all he ever wore now. A pressure built up inside, forcing up and down his spine. In one lond blast he burped and farted harder than he thought possible. “BURRRRRRRAPPP!” and at long last broke out of his shirt prison. His beer gut and solid tits spilt forwards as his whole frame fattened up at once. His trousers were ripping up the seams revealing wide thighs and stretch marks under his gaining belly. His Face exploded with hair, hark and thick but well kept, it hugged his chin and wrapped up to his ears. His chest popped up and his legs and arms widened and pushed outwards at angles, never able to sit flt against his sides again. He Yelped out “WHOAAAA BRO!” his voice now noticeably deeper and more raspy, as his legs crushed his orange sized balls and was forced to man spread to avoid any pain. His beard gained a brown tint from years of smoking as his final memories sank in of school. Bthe constant bullying, the fights he got into, his violent out burts and scaring other kids. His stubble and pubes, then his chest hair, he’d been taller, stronger, he stank more and the only friend he’d ever had, as a kid, teenager or now… was his bro Grant. He relied on him for everything, outside of work, he couldn’t even use his phone much without needng to call for help on what the email buttons were or what app he needed to use for porn videos. They’d even been locked up for a weekend when they’d gone to a football match and agreed if one of them got arrested the other would too. So when Grant beat up a bloke, Paul jumped in and started to deck people, which is when he’d gotten his nose broken. “OUCH!” He yelled agains as his nose snapped to one side, becoming bulbus and making his face suddenly much tougher looking. “B-BRO-w-Wot happenin’?” before Paul reached down to his table, finding an ash tray and packet of cigs, he quickly sparked up, dragging the foul taste but knowing that he must love it, it was fact now after all, he’d been a smoker for years.
“Oh wow, nice f@#kin’ job Grant ma lad” Frank said, standing back and nodding. “Little sh#ts been taught a lesson now ay!” Grant just laughed “Little? You seein’ this fatso!!” he slapped and grabbed Pauls rounded gut as he tried to pash him away. “Mate, I’m smokin init” Pauls voice was dumb, imposing and if he was a bouncer he’d probably fit right in now, not that he had that brains for that anymore. He slowly rose to his feet, standing like a hulk of his own, still shorter and younger but easily the heaviest of the three of them. He pushed a large hand into his trousers, adjusting his two huge, orange sized balls in their tight prison “Mate, we should like, go get some drinks, who’s place is dis then? BURRRRRRAP” Grant and Frank looked at each other, before Frank asked “Ain’t this your place?” Gaz walked over, slammin an arm over Pauls wide shoulders to steady him. “Nah, you changed all that, he couldn’t live here and afford it, could ya big guy” before he too grabbed Pauls gut to tease him.
“S@#t” Grant laughed, grabbing a free cigarette from Pauls pocket. “We better sort that init” he finished as he sparked up. Frank smiled now, having an idea “Well…what about on site? Cheap plus then I get the rent then, plus he ain’t gonna be needing internet or noffin’ fancy now ay” “Oh of those big blue office things? Yeah sounds perfect! WELL better than here, what about it Gaz?”
Gaz nodded and in another bright flash, the four of them were stood inside a spare Blue office at their building site. Paul could still feel something was wrong, even as the room spun and he saw his boss and best mate point as they introduced him to his new home, or was it his old home? Didn’t he always live here? Why couldn’t he think, his body was so hard to use and understand now, or had always been? Paul was lost in his thoughts when Grant grabbed him “Mate, check out ya house man”
Paul looked up. He was confronted by a dirty, cold, large white box. It had thin, caravan like walls, a single florescent light that made the room look both too bright in the middle and too dark at the ends and it smelt damp. Bolted and hinged to one wall was a set or chairs and table where the lads sometimes smoked when it was raining, that folded down into a bed. The light flickered off for a second before buzzing back into life.
“Dis is mine? B-but I-“ Paul looked dumbly at his new bed, clearly it was too thin, WAS this his home? Frank looked around, looking at the muddy floor “It’ll do, but we aint got a shower here” Gaz walked over, “I could fix that” lifting his hand, but Grant stopped him. A surprise for Gaz, who looked back at him as Grant let go and laughed “No need, mate, from what I remember dumb ass never used one, in fact he doesn’t shave or any of that, too girly for him aint that right bro!” He gripped around Pauls neck and went back to rubbing his fist into his head. Paul playful punched him back and wrapped an arm over him in return, bellowing back “Nah bro! None of that girly s@#t!” Gaz huffed with a smile, joint still I his mouth “Heh, fine by me” and clicked his fingers.
Paul felt this one, his body became warm, then hot, it wouldn’t stop. His whole body itched as he started to tear at his clothes. “SO HOT MAN!” He yanked with ease at his trousers and what was left of his shirt and shoes was stripped away to reveal the new man in all his glory. Hair everywhere, he’d never shaved, so memories of knowing how left his mind, he’d never wanted to and he knew a man didn’t shave or shower. His bro Grant taught him that when he was being bullied. His chest, neck, pits, shoulders, back, ass, crack, balls, cock shaft, legs, feet toes and hands were quickly covered in a coat of thick matted black hair. It was long and curly too, like pubes, his pits hung down by a few inches and merged seamlessly with his back and chest. Next his beard, it lost its shaved shape, in seconds it had grown a few inches in every direction. His chest began to mix and merge with it, his mouth disappeared entirely as it matted over. Just eating and talking would be a struggle for this oaf now.
Finally the smell. Grant jumped away from him “Oh s@#t hes wet man!” Grant was right of course, under grants arms his hair was getting darker, then it yellowed, as permanent sweat patches stained his fur and any clothes he ever wore again. Seconds later his neck did the same, his crotch went a step further. The hairs grew longer, hanging down from his gut over his boxers as they strained like bodybuilding shorts, now gaining a rim of damp from the waist down. Grant and Frank could see the hairs under the fabric, like a nappy it was filling out with furry padding from the inside. Paul moaned as the stink of BO hit him. It was thick, old, like a club bathroom or a gym sock soaked in cum. His memories changed again, he didn’t like clubbing anymore, whenever he went he had to wear normal clothes and they didn’t work for him. Hair stuck out everywhere and anything he wore had massive yellow sweat stains after an hour that would never wash out. People would laugh and he would get into fights, so he and Grant generally stayed in, always at Pauls Shack on the site, then Grant would go home to his normal house, leaving paul to wank, smoke and drink himself to sleep. The lads on site often joined his drinking, they’d play jokes where they locked him outside or in the van because he farted. Once, he and Grant had gotten a taxi but the Turkish guy had kicked Paul out half way because he was making a puddle of sweat on his sweats. Again it had almost boiled into a fight that he was damn lucky Grant had been there to pay the guy and control him. Grant carried on of course, it wasn’t HIS fault Paul stank so bad, and had to get Frank to get him from the side of the road and hour late, but he was so drunk he fell asleep, pissed himself and had to ride in the back of Franks pick up truck like an animal back to the site before he and Grant had just continued drinking.
“Woah, b-bro you are a f@#kin’ ANIMAL dude! Legend!” Grant said almost going in for a man hug from his new hulk of a best friend. His own memories altered along with Franks, both had only vague ideas of their old states of reality along with Pauls. Gaz nodded as Paul grunted and scratched his bulging boxers lazily and a long wet fart escaped his wet hairy crack he laughed and reached out to punch Grant “You’s such a dick’head G” He said almost casually, a new masculine body and brain now fully taken over from the trapped Paul within. Grant grinned and punched Paul back “Naw P yous the f@#kin c@#t innit mush!” and the two seemed to have a brief punching match, playfully Paul grabbed his head and tried to push it into his pit but his dumb slow reactions made it easy for Grant to twist and escape, but not before getting damp with streaks of Pauls sweat that left wet patches on his back and shoulders. It stank as much as paul didand slung to his nostrils. Memories flodded both of their minds of the many times this has happened before, from school right though now, and every time Paul felt ashamed of his bute body and he acted, behaved and felt like a damned ape man. Only cool in the eys of his work mates and no one else. Grant continued, shaking some of sweat off his hand. “Awe?! F-F@#ks sake man! You’s a pig mate-but damn you’s a funny c@#t! Lets get ya some clothes ya big dofus” And Grant grabbed some old worksite suits hanging up one aa peg. All spares, old, used, all yellow, orange or black, onesie like high vis suits. One just fit around his mid section and with nothing under it but his thick fur, Grant helped him reach around to parts Paul couldn’t access anymore to zip him into it.
Frank and Grant admired their handy work. They’d made their posh idiot mate into a real lad, a trooper nd a tank at work. Bullied for being too much man for many to handle, him and their mates were the only guys who could stand him, and embraced his own violent bruteish nature to get s@#t done at work. No one messed with Paul, he could work any piece of machinery and when anyone had issues, Grant would make sure his brute of a mate Paul was there to back him up.
Gaz smiled “Looks like you guys are all set” as he took a final long drag on his joint. He looked over at Paul “You got what ya wished for then, now ya as cool as ya like for ya mates. Aint that right lads?!” “Awe hell yeah!“ Grant grinned back “Mate, you’re the best, me an’ Paul are gonna have such a f@#kin’ laugh! Init right dumb ass!” Paul grunted back through his beard as he scratched his gut. “You’s iz dumbass G” Gaz grinned back, and using his thumb to light up another thick joint he snapped his fingers, and vanished. Both Grant and Frank began to chat and jeer at their new companion. Paul was a new man, a hulk who from now on, lived in a shack as a stinking construction freak. Just like he wished for.
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Dennis had always hated being a little guy, but that strange hat shop had given him the answer to his prayers. He’d picked up the “Bubba” hat as a joke more than anything else, and when he’d put it on, he’d suddenly been transformed into a massive daddy bear wearing work boots, dirty Levis and a grubby t-shirt instead of his skinny jeans and hipster wear. Taking the hat off and on, he found he could switch bodies at will. He’d rushed home, admiring his new, bearish self in the mirror while he jacked off, and then decided to hit some of the clubs too see if he could find a hot bear to test drive this body with.
Unfortunately, Dennis should have read the warning label, telling him that prolonged use could result in irreversible mental effects. When he returned home the next morning freshly fucked, he’d already lost thirty-five points off his IQ, his fine arts degree had been replaced with truck driving and repair know-how, and he spoke with a thick, southern drawl. Now, with the hat or without, he was a “Bubba” through and through.
Nothing feels quite as satisfying than finishing off a big beefy jock boy with a monstrous gulp, feeling those futilely kicking calves and feet shoot down my throat and join the rest of him in my stomach, followed by some fierce struggles when the shock wears off and he realizes I really did swallow him whole, that only exhaust his energy and turn him into belchfuel faster as I swipe through his phone while smacking my triumphant vore belly, planning out how I’m gonna eat all of his delicious-looking buddies. What a popular dinner this guy was! It’s gonna be a filling upcoming month! 😉
It had been a few months since John had been working for the US government. He finished his PhD in Bio-chem and almost immediately got hired. His thesis was on a theory on plants with anti aging effects, which caught the eye of the government. They hired him to create a chemical agent that severely increased the aging process rather than undoing it. He painstakingly found an agent that not only increased again, but caused the subject to age up to 60 years in the span of minutes. He watched test subjects go from mid twenties to over 80 in a few minutes. What they had noticed during this process was the subjects increase in weight throughout this process, usually becoming strong in their 40s and ending up as fat old men when the process had completed. They thought this could be useful, so they asked John to create a chemical agent that would greatly increase the muscle mass of the subject. Assuming it was probably for some military purpose, John abliged and began work.
Work went smoothly as he quickly moved into his first set of tests. The subjects quickly gained significant muscle mass, but only in certain places, leaving them disproportionate. The second set of tests went better, leaving the subjects stronger than before, but not by much. The next test John had incorporated testosterone in the agent to hopefully get better results. The subjects gained a significant amount of muscle mass, while also growing large amounts of body hair and an increase in the size of generals. A few tests later and John had made it to a prototype that he was proud of. He sat in his office thinking of all the subjects before hand, how they grew strong, with bushy beards and chest hair. It was so hot watching them transform, he couldnt help but think what he would look like. He stared at the vile as the intrusive thoughts took over. John grabbed the vile and chugged it.
His heart starts to pump really fast as his mind goes hazy. All over, his body starts to grow, he grows large biceps that make his sleeves tight and strong forearms as his hands thicken. His chest begins to grow two meaty pecs as his shoulders broaden, nearly ripping his shirt. Bulges form on his stomach as a defined six pack forms. Fat piles into his ass as it fills in the free space in his pants. His dick starts to grow longer and thicker, filling up the space in his underwear. His thighs thicken into ones a quarterback would be jealous of. His feet also grow out of his shoes, busting out the front of them. As John continued to grow, the testosterone started flowing through his body, causing hair to start growing everywhere. He starts to grow a full beard, his chest and pits get covered in thick brown hairs, his treasure trail began to expand, leaving hair all over his stomach, and his arms grew a pelt of hair. The transformation felt amazing, but as he grew larger, his clothes felt tight around him. In his euphoric haze, he flexed his muscles as they burst through his clothes making all but his underwear fall to the ground. As he flexed though, he ran into the cabinet storing his rapid aging chemical agent, causing it to fall to the floor. One of the files cracks open and gas starts to leak out, filling the room. Since he is so focused on his rapidly growing body, he doesnt even notice that he has begun to age. His facial features start to mature as he reached his 30s, his jaw became more defined and his brow bone became more pronounced. As he started to age into his 40s, wrinkles start to form on his forehead and creases form around his mouth. His hairline started to recede by his temples but he still kept a thick head of hair.
Veins start to form on his arms as his muscles continue to grow. John didnt even noticed that he had also gotten a lot taller, now sitting at 6"4. Though he was still aging at a rapid rate, he started to age into his 50s. His hairline continued to recede as it turned completely grey, soon his beard followed suit. More wrinkles in his face formed and his ears also grew with his age. With age also came a little bit of flab, his pecs rounded out a little bit as fat covered them. His perfect six pack got covered in a layer of fat, leaving a slight amount of definition over his bloated looking belly. His hands continue to grow into massive man hands that suit such a large man at his age.
The muscle growth slowed as he entered his 60s. His hairline receded even further, forming a strong M shape. His beard and his eyebrows became much bushier as they became more of a silver color. As he reached his 70s, the muscles he had started to quickly turn into fat. His stomach was hit the hardest as fat pile over his once defined six pack to create a large round gut in its place. It grew so bug that it started to hang over his waistline, making it impossible for him to see his feet. He juicy pecs softened and sagged until the merged with his belly. His waist and ass widened until his underwear ripped, causing him to have to find a coworker's change of clothes to fit. His legs sagged as the fat stretched his skin. His muscles were quite respectable for his age, but were nothing compared to his prime.
John somewhat snapped out of his daze as the transformation slowed. He freaked as he saw his big hairy belly, he approached a mirror to see a fat 80 year old man looking back at him. He ran to find clothes that fit, but only found an over shirt that didnt get close to covering his gut and shorts that he couldnt zip up. He stood in front of the mirror, back aching, inspecting his new body. He looked at least 80 with bushy eyebrows, scruffy beard and almost no hair on his head, all of which being a bright white. He scanned down to see a massive hairy ball belly with a pair of saggy moobs on top of it. He still had muscle but with flabby limbs.
John stood disappointed at his body, but had an idea, what if he took another muscle enhancer. He took another vile if his prototype and chugged it with confidence. He stood in the mirror watching his old flabby body harden. He grew taller and wider, ripping through his clothes muscle grew under the fat all over his body, still looking soft but now strong, his moobs starting to resemble pecs again, and his gut looking more like a muscle belly. He roared from his new strength when his coworkers walked in to see a 6"8 500 pounds 80 year old beast flexing in the mirror and grabbing his big belly.
You've always had a thing for gym teachers, the only problem was that most of them were fit. You like one with a solid dadbod so you could watch their guts bounce as they struggle to keep up in class. Until 12th grade gym class, where you had the new teacher Mr. Johnson. He was your dream come true, he was hot and he had kids so he came rocking a solid dadbod. So many classes spent trying to hide your boner during class but it became obvious after a while that he noticed, though he didnt seem put off by it. He would see you staring at his small belly poking under his shirt when he lifted his arms.
One day you went home after gym class with the image of him fresh in your mind and grabbed your tissues. You started jacking off thinking of him, but it wasnt enough. You wanted him bigger so you imagined him getting bigger, and his already tight gym clothes getting tighter. Little did you know what you imagined was coming true, Mr. Johnson started to rapidly gain weight. His previously humble belly grew exponentially as you imagined his shirt riding up his mountain of a gut. His once defined pecs started to push out his shirt when you imagined them softening to the point of laying on his ball belly. His facial features began to get covered in a layer of fat as you imagine his chubby pig like face.
With each stroke, fat piles into Mr. Johnsons ass making him burst out of his pants, leaving him with a jockstrap that is stretched to its limit. The front of his strap his filled in as you imagine him to be endowed with an 8 inch cock surrounded by a thick fat pad. But you left the best part of what makes a good gym teacher, you imagine muscle and fat pouring into his arms and legs as Mr. Johnson becomes a hulking beast. His biceps are barely contained by his sleeves and his hands grow to easily fit all the way around a football. His thighs make a quarterback look weak and his feet rip right through his shoes into a monstrous size 15.
You imagine the new beast of a gym teacher playing football in class. Well over 400 pounds of muscle and fat struggling to run across the field as his exposed gut bounces with every step. Just that thought makes you climax.
As you're cleaning up though, you hear a knock at your door. You open the door and are greeted by a not so happy looking Mr. Johnson, but now he takes up your entire door frame.
He notices the bulge that is instantly formed in your pants, "I figured that you did this to me", he says in a deep voice. He picks you up and slams the door behind him, looks like he gonna have something to looks forward to after gym from now on
This was Wills dream come true, from when he was very young Will wanted to be a policeman. It could have been because of the fact that most of the men in his family were cops, but he had always been drawn to that line of work. He breezed through school and had just finished with the last of his physical exams. The fitness tests were far more difficult than he expected, all the cops in his family had beer guts that drooped over their belts, so he expected them to be them to be easy. He assumed that they were more fit when they did these tests, Will intended on keeping his physique the way it was though. Muscly guys in police uniforms tend to work great on grindr. He only had to wait one more day to get started on the job, and get his hands on a uniform.
Tomorrow came quick, before he knew it he was walking into the precinct. The first thing he noticed on the way in was just how fat every guy in the place was. He had heard all the stereotypes about fat cops, but there wasnt one skinny guy in the place. It was gonna be harder than he thought to keep his physique. That thought was interrupted by someone asking Will to come with him. He was brought into a back room and after signing some paperwork, he was given a uniform and told to change. Will walked into a plain room only containing a mirror and a shelf full of folded up uniforms. Will strips down to his underwear and picks up the shirt he was given. He got half way through buttoning the shirt when he realized it was way too big, something that would fit his father, not him. He rummages through the uniforms on the shelf, but they were all bigger than the one he had, apparently the one he had was a size small even though it could fit a 300 pound man.
He didnt want to cause any trouble on his first day so he decided to just put the one he had on and tuck it in. With a belt the uniform technically fit, though it looked ridiculous, he could always ask for one that fit later. Will was just about to open the door when a wave of nausea hit him. He stood still for a second to regain his balance, he felt like he was gonna fall forward. He turned to the mirror to see what was going on when he realized that he looked really bloated, and the belt felt really tight on his waist. He looked down to see that his stomach was sticking out farther than it did before. He watched in the mirror as the his shirt got tighter and tighter, his belly started hanging over his belt. He looked pregnant with his now full on beer belly. His pecs started to press against the shirt. He grabbed his stomach and his hands sunk into the fat, his gut looked like a beach ball, it was so big that his uniform started riding up revealing his enormous belly button. His man boobs started laying on his stomach, they even started to droop to the side. As he was cupping his sagging moobs, his fingers plumped up, each one looked like an over stuffed sausage. He was freaking out, how was he going to explain this. That thought was cut short by the noise of his belt snapping, his ass blew up with fat. His waist doubled in size making the previously oversized pants look small on him.
Dark thick hairs grew to cover most of his body, Will could see the hairs on his gut as it stuck out under the shirt. He looked to the mirror and noticed his previously chiseled face had rounded out, and he could see multiple chins had formed under his thick beard. He started to look like his father. Will examined his new body as it kept expanding, the buttons on his shirt looked like they were about to pop off, it started riding up his stomach to make room for all the fat. He could see the fat from his beer belly and love handles spilling out over his waistline, covered in a thick layer of hair. Even with fly on his pants open, they were ripping under the pressure his fat ass and thick thighs, he now had to spread his legs to stop his thighs rubbing together. The sight of his obese figure in the mirror should terrify him, but something had changed in his mind, all he could think about was how he wanted to get fatter.
Will awkwardly walks out into the precinct in his undersized clothing showing off every roll on his fat body. To his shock though, every seemed to have been waiting for him. They all started at Wills exposed gut in aw. He noticed a bulge form in most of their pants. It became apparent that being obese was part of the job, not like anyone there was complaining. They all brought Will into a backroom and had their way with him, this was training for what would be the most important part of the job. With over a dozen obese cops wearing tight clothes in one room, Will couldnt resist it anymore, this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. This became routine in his daily job, when he is always surrounded by hairy guys with beer guts that hang over their belts, he has sex at least 5 times a shift to be able to focus.
Soon enough the next trainee walked into the precinct. He had a chiseled jawline, a six pack that you could ssi090ee through his shirt, and biceps that hugged the arms of his shirt. All Will could think about was how hot it was gonna be to see him blow up. They all watched as the new guy tripled his weight. His gut ripped through his shirt, his boobs grew soft and flabby, his face rounded out and grew a thick manly beard. Soon enough they were looking at a 450 pound bear of a man as he explored his new hairy body.
Darren's rapid aging had slowed down, his weight gain began to ramp up. Before he only gained the natural amount of weight for aging over 20 years, but now was when it started to change. He developed the beginning of a double chin under his beard, and grew a solid layer of fat over his entire body. His pecs became softer and his stomach got flabby.
He found a new confidence with his age, but he found it hard to adjust to the weight gain knowing that this was just the beginning. He wore a hat to cover his thinning hairline and tried wearing loose clothes, but soon ran out of clothes that fit him, let alone be loose on him. Though he didnt mind how manly he looked, the whole late 40s dadbod look suits him.
A few weeks passed and his dadbod was growing quickly. He found some big clothes in the police station and got a buzz cut that could temporarily hide the hair loss. Though the hairy belly was growing on him, he found himself pulling up his shirt and rubbing his belly every once and a while.
The buzz cut, NYPD shirt, and beer belly seemed to make people assume Darren was a police officer though so he got plenty of unwanted attention. Especially from people who wanted to hook up. The dadbod really got him laid.
Not even 2 weeks had passed and lots changed. He had lost most of the hair on his head and put on over 50 pounds.
He got a lot of stares when he had to shopping shirtless multiple times after waking up and not fitting into his old clothes, unless he wanted half his enormous gut hanging out. His face had also severely changed from all the fat and his arms had grown to massive proportions. He was learning a lot about santa, he had muscle under all that fat and was packing a massive cock.
Unfortunately for Darren, the muscle gain had slowed to a halt and the fat gain sped up. He looked like he was in his mid fifties and had gained 50 pounds in pure fat, most of which went to his stomach.
He also shaved his beard to find many chins where his jawline used to be. Darren found the looks he got from young men went from desire to disgust. At first he hated it, but the belly grew on him. He started to play with his big ball belly and soft moobs in his free time. He even had some guys grab his gut in public, which really turned him on.
In the next few weeks, Darren grew out of all the clothes he had gotten. He was bigger than he ever expected to get and it was hard to find clothes his size in stores, so he just walks around shirtless and with very tight pants.
His belly has gotten out of control, gaining 5 to 10 pounds a day and destroying his waistline. The little hair he was still holding onto had fully gone grey and he is debating letting his grey beard grow out or keep the exposed double chin. It seemed like he was getting close to wearing the red suit, any fatter or older and he might struggle getting the presents out.
Finally the transformation had just about finished. It seemed like he had aged ten years since last check in, leaving him looking like a old man in his late sixties. His hairline had fully receded to the back of his head and his beard started growing to fast for him to keep up. His belly exploded into a fat beach ball and his fat pecs softened fully into man boobs that laid on his gut.
He has resorted to only wearing a small over shirt to somewhat cover his body cuz people really dont want to see 300 pound half naked grandpa at the grocery store. Though he has fully filled into his role as santa, body and all. He regularly plays with his big belly and flabby moobs. He has also matured enough from a 23 year old kid to a wise santa, remembering very little from his previous life. It seems the previous santa was right about him growing into the role, mentally and physically.
Soon enough santa was rocking his big red suit, belly out of course, with his silver beard small glasses. Hell be sure to eat all the cookies and finish his milk to keep that belly of his satisfied.
