#bear tf

[guppyscolita]

Werebear stuffs featuring Ulfric Stormcloak (Skyrim) because I couldnt think on a better subject hgksh. Not exactly the Werebear design of the Game, so its more like a HC. Also this would either fix him or make him worse and I'm here to see that

More bears

Hur hur hur hur

[pobblebonked]

Taylor's been overworking herself, so Linette is making sure she gets some rest..

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[misctf]

Quality Time

Here is the third story out the five part Love Languages series I've been writing. Check out Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service, the first two in the series. Hope you enjoy!

"Quality time."

"That's your love language?" The text read, "That's ironic."

Logan frowned at the nearly instant reply from his boyfriend, Sam. He could just feel the tension behind those typed words. With a sigh, he put his phone back into his pocket and walked into the office. Work. So much work. Time spent in the office working, time spent at home working- it seemed never ending.

"It's for our future." Logan thought bitterly- a future that seemed like it might not come true. The time spent working was certainly a constant topic of their arguments and was creating more tension, "He just doesn't get it." He frowned, "Wedding rings are expensive."

"Logan! How're you doing?" Kathy approached him with a grin, "Big day today!"

"Yeah..." Logan replied, barely paying attention.

"Are you excited?"

"Big day... Big day?" He turned towards her, "What's going on? Is there some kind of announcement?"

She smiled, "You've always been such a jokester." She laughed and walked off, leaving Logan confused.

"Weird." He whispered, grimacing at a sudden achy feeling in his knees, "Damn, that hurts." He grunted, "Leg day finally catching up with me."

And as he moved slowly to his desk, something caught his attention. The table in the break room was decorated and he spotted some donuts from his favorite shop.

"Wonder what the occasion is?" He walked over, suddenly distracted by a grumbling in his stomach, "One won't hurt." He whispered, grabbing a donut. He scarfed it down in what must've been record time for him, "Usually one's enough." He muttered, "But I'm real hungry." He grabbed a second. And a third.

"Logan!" He turned to see Steve, "We're not done setting up."

Logan blushed, "I... Uh sorry about that. I can run and get..."

"No, don't worry about." Steve smiled, "I guess it doesn't matter. They're for... Ah shit let me take this call."

Logan frowned, "What's going on?" He patted his gurgling stomach and froze, "Since when...?" His stomach was pushing out, straining slightly against his shirt, "Fuck, shouldn't have eaten so much." He winced at the discomfort in his stomach and his knees as he finally made it to his desk.

The workday seemed to be progressing normally. Logan sent a few emails and worked on a few projects he had been assigned. But the day was tiring- more tiring than it should've been. His fingers moved slower on the keyboard. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat as his lower back started to ache similarly to his knees. He found himself taking a few breaks and rubbing his eyes, finding the screen was bothering him more than usual.

"Hi Logan," Logan looked up to see a younger guy, probably slightly younger than him. Blond hair, clean-shaven, well dressed, "Mr. Carpenter wanted to talk to you about the Advent Project."

"Oh? Was there a reason?" Logan had been working on this one for a bit now. Big client, possibly lots of money to be made in commission if the deal went through.

"Since I'm taking over your projects, I thought I'd..."

"Taking over?" Logan coughed a few times to clear his voice. It sounded rougher, like he was coming down with a cold, "What're you talking about?"

The young man raised an eyebrow, "Umm, I'm taking over your projects, so I figured I should talk to you more about the most important one?"

Logan stared at the young man, confused. Was he being fired? Was his work not good enough? As the frustration built, he ran a hand across the top of his head and froze. His hair. What happened to his hair? Why did it feel so short? Why could he feel skin?

"What the..." Logan stumbled up out of his chair, nearly tumbling over at the change in his center of gravity, "Oh god, oh god..." His gut stuck much further out now, straining tightly against his shirt, "I... I need a bathroom..."

The other man looked on as Logan stumbled past him and towards the bathroom. When Logan finally did shut and lock the door behind him, he was nearly hyperventilating. Slowly and with a sense of growing terror, he looked in the mirror and gasped at what he saw.

"No..." He reached a hand towards the mirror as a much older reflection mimicked his movements, "No... that can't be me." He whispered, "I need to..." His phone buzzed and he looked down at a text from his boyfriend. His eyes widened as he read it.

"Can't wait to see you later." It read, "Are they doing anything big for your retirement party?"

"Retirement?" Logan gasped as another wave of changes rocked his aging body, "Oh fuckkkkk." He groaned.

It started with the itching. Everywhere. His back, his chest, his shoulders, his pits, his face. Coarse, grey hairs made there way to the surface, blanketing his previously clean-shaven skin in a blanket of curly hairs. Logan could only watch as his face sprouted a thick graying beard, while wrinkles formed around his face and under his eyes.

"Nnnnnggggg" His hand caught the mirror as he leaned over, breathing heavily, "Wh..."

He nearly doubled over as his already impressive gut took on more girth, while his lean, hairy pecs sagged with age and fat. Even his arms and legs grew larger as fat and muscle packed on to his once slender, youthful frame. All the while Logan could only stare as his youth drained from him at an impossibly alarming rate. By the time the changes seemed to have settled, he realized he must've been older than his own dad.

"Logan, are you okay in there?" His boss asked from behind the door.

"Ahh I'm... I'm okay..." He huffed, wincing at the ache in his back. Internally, he was screaming, "I think I ought to get home, fast." He said as he emerged.

But as he walked out, he was surrounded by his smiling coworkers. A sign was hung on the wall, reading "Thank You For Forty Years." Donuts were piled high in the nearby break room. There were even a few gifts. Logan looked at these wide eyed. Did his coworkers really not see that something was wrong? That this wasn't him? He swallowed nervously.

"We just finished up decorating!" Kathy said with a grin, "Can you stay for just a little?"

"I... I..."

"Yeah, it isn't everyday you retire." His boss said, "C'mon, let's celebrate. After, you can get home."

Logan gulped, and slowly nodded. His thoughts were racing too fast. He couldn't even think of what to do next.

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"Forty-years and that was it." He mumbled as he lugged his wider, fatter, and older frame back to his apartment, "A donut party?"

Logan knew he should be worried about other things. Should be worried about how he went from a young, 20-something year-old man in the prime of his life to a fat, hairy, and balding 60-something year old in a matter of mere hours. With a sigh he entered his apartment and nearly fainted at what he saw.

"S-Sam?"

"There he is."

Logan felt sick- whatever magic had done this to him had also worked on Sam as well. Sam was naked, sprawled out on the couch. And as Logan looked at him, he realized just how identical they were. Large bellies, hairy bodies, balding heads, aged skin. Both of them had aged and changed rapidly, yet Sam didn't look even the bit bothered by it. Did Sam even realize what happened? Or was he like his coworkers?

"Sam, something's wrong, we're not..."

"Come here, handsome." Sam guided Logan inside, "Congratulations on your retirement."

"Sam, seriously..."

"I finally get my sexy husband all to myself." Sam smiled.

Husband? Logan suddenly felt something wrap around his finger. Eyes widened as a ring materialized seemingly out of nowhere. They were married. That thought should've brought him joy, yet now, he was horrified. As if his entire life had just sped by.

"No... Sam, there's something..."

"We finally have all the time in the world to spend with one another."

Logan's heart sunk. Time. Quality time. Sam was right. He was retired now. He didn't need to work. They could spend so much time together now. All the time in the world. Together. And as that realization hit Logan, he felt dizzy. Memories flashed rapidly. Their wedding day, their honeymoon, their day-to-day lives, growing older, vacationing, celebrating anniversary after anniversary- an entire lifetime flashed before him.

"Are you okay, handsome?"

"Yeah... Yeah I am." Logan slurred as he settled into this reality, "Feelin' my age a bit." He chuckled.

"Well I hope you're not too out of it." Sam smiled, "I have my own retirement gift for you."

Logan grinned. What a life they'd already built together. All the happy memories, all the challenges along the way. And as Sam helped Logan undress, the two pressing up against each other and kissing passionately, Logan was looking forward to all the time they'd get to spend with one another now.

[bigification]

Bear Factor - TF Short

Jason hadn't been this excited in, well, forever. He got home to find a package on his front step. The package was black and yellow with the words 'Bear Factor' written on the front. It was the first sponsorship he had ever gotten.

He started posting on only fans a few months earlier. He was fired from his job, living paycheck to paycheck, using whatever money he had on a shitty gym membership. That's when he realized he could use his jacked body to make some money online. To his surprised, it worked. It wasn't some magical solution to all his problems, but it was better than nothing. He quickly worked his way up to start renting an apartment, rather than living out of his car.

The moment he knew he would be set was when he got an email from a company called Bear Factor. They had a big market in gay men, and Jason's audience was mostly gay men, so it was a match made in heaven.

As soon as he got inside, he tore up the box and pulled out a small grey shirt with the company logo on it. Without a second thought, he threw it on.

It wrapped tightly around his thick chest and didn't even reach past his belly button.

"I didn't think it would be this small." Jason chuckled.

It was different from his normal attire, but it was growing on him. He liked the idea of people being able to see his huge muscles through the shirt. It was starting to get a bit uncomfortable though. Jason noticed it was constricting his breathing, and the fabric started to irritate his skin. He tried to pull the shirt off, but it would budge.

He began to panic when his stomach suddenly swelled. In an instant, his six pack had ballooned into a massive ball gut that protruded out in front of him. He didn't even have time to react before his chest puffed out, making his pecs look more like man tits. His new shirt rode further up his gut and wrapped tightly around his thick man tits, making his large nipples poke through the fabric.

"Oh fuck!" Jason moaned in an unusually gruff voice.

His already strong arms grew thicker as his hands became strong and wide. And the definition in his back disappeared under a thick layer of fat, making his love handles visible from his back.

Jason's legs soon followed suit. His gym shorts tore to shreds as his thighs exploded with fat and muscle, and as the ripped fabric fell to the ground, his dick swelled to a hulking 9 inches, threatening to break through his poor jock strap. And as if that wasn't enough, his already perky ass doubled in size, growing two hefty globes that gave his body an S shaped curve.

Not even his face was safe. His cheeks puffed out as fat filled his face. His hairline receded while his beard thickened, and the hair kept spreading. It spread down to his chest and across his gut, leaving a dusting of hair across his previously hairless body.

As the transformation came to an end, Jason proudly rubbed his man hands across his thick gut. His massive cock jumped as he thought about what he could do with this body. He whipped out his phone and snapped a picture, ready to post it to his only fans.

The caption read, "Bear Factor will be sure to have you feeling like a bear of a man. First order is free, so be sure to get yours now using my link."

[catton346]

Big Boy

Your father always said you needed to learn how to change a tire but you always laughed at him. Now you werent laughing. Your car is stock, all four tires blown after driving over something sharp in the road. Its mid day but the closest sign of civilization is miles away, you need to start walking now if youre going to find anyone before it gets dark and the creatures come out. Youre not built for this, youre a classic 20something twink, thin, weak, long hair, and no body hair. Youve spent years of your life getting laser to remove any sign of stubble. Youre smart, an academic, and a big beard or hairy ape arms dont go well with the imagine youre trying to potray. You want to look civilized, smart, not like these blue collar long bearded country guys. Theyre only good for one thing, the occasional hookup. After walking for a bit you come across a cabin surrounded by a few small sheds. An older man is sitting on his porch smoking a pipe. Great, hes one of those blue collar guys, big beard, pipe, baseball cap. His beard is mostly white with streaks fo brown still holding on by the cheeks and upper lip. Theres no visible skin on his lower face, no lips, nothing, everything is drowning in thick wire hairs. If the context were different youd think about trying to hook up with him but better not to, some of the guys out here are homophobic.

"Hey kid! You lost?"

Kid? Youre not a kid. "Im 26!" You say.

"26?" The guy laughs. "You don't look it. Where's your face fur?"

The word 'face fur' makes you shiver first with ick and second with something else... something nice? No. "I broke down! Can you help out?"

"Didnt your daddy ever teach you how to change a tire?" He asks. He taps a chair next to him on the porch. "Sit with me while I finish this pipe and Ill get you fixed up." You, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, join him. "Want a pipe?"

"No, Im good thanks."

"So youre a stogie man?"

"No."

"Cigarette?"

"Nothing."

The porch reeks of tobacco from the man's pipe. You sit with him and he asks where youre from, you tell him the city. You try not to gag on the smell but the longer you sit with him the more you get used to it. You're getting hotter too so you take off your jacket leaving you in just your tank top.

"At least you broke down on a nice day." The man says.

"Yeah," you say, "could be worse." Does your voice sound different? Does it have a bit of an accent? Does it sound deeper? More manly?

The man leans in. "Sure you don't want to smoke anything?"

His face is so close to yours, you cant stop looking at his beard. Its so long, you wonder how long it took him to grow it. Your dick begins to harden in your pants. The man notices.

"Getting excited, big boy?"

The words 'big boy' shoot through you like a shot of vodka. It makes you feel great. You get even harder. Then you realize where you are and try to move to hid it.

"No, no," the man says, "show daddy." He smiles and you get harder.

"Can we just," your voice is defiantly different, it catches you off guard, "uhhh."

The man smiles. "Hard to think?"

"No! No! I'm smart!" You say, but you dont sound smart... you sound dumb. You look at the mans pipe, his beard.

The man holds out the pipe. "Take a hit, big boy. You think so hard, you should take a rest." The smoke tastes manly. The man is holding you as you smoke, one hand scratching your chin, one around the throbbing bulge in your jeans. "That's it, big boy."

You just make grunts, stupid pleased sounds like an animal. You dont notice the hair growing your arms, or the way they inflate turning into solid trunks of muscle. You realize how the sound of the mans scratching changes. When he first started scratching your chin it sounded like flesh on flesh but now it's different. You bring your hand up to your chin... is that hair?

"What are you doing to me?" You stand up, your voice deep and accented now. "Stop it!"

The man smiles. "Come on Big Boy, you love your beard." He points at a window where you can see your reflection. Its your pride and joy."

You don't recognize the man looking back at you. His expression is so dumb. His face has lines from working in the sun, his hairline is receding, and a thick bush of a beard spills out covering the lower half of his face. Its thick, dense, with a mustache covering his upper lip. Only his lower lip, your lower lip, is visible. You bring your hand up to touch it, to make sure it's real. It is. This is you. Your face is drowning in beard. You want to scream, to fight it, but with that same dead fish eyed look you watch as your hand rubs your bulge. You want to fight it, your brain wants to fight it, but your body only cares about one thing, sex.

The man, your new daddy, smiles. "Good think I put those jacks out on the road. I didnt think Id catch such a wonderful big boy. Youll be perfect." Your last memory before you fully give in is of your rubbing your bulge, looking at your new self with a dumb expression, and saying "Thank you Daddy."

[onelittlespiral]

Sugar Crash

Let’s see, last second fit check. Hello sexy, who let you out on Halloween? Boys better look out tonight, because I could use some arm candy to get me through cuffing season.

*ding*

Meeting at the Edge. You ready yet?

Speaking of arm candy…

Yeah, omw rn

Seriously, no costume?

What? I’m a bear. Bottoms love that shit. See, I’ve got a little tail and everything

Whatever, just get over here. And no candy on your way. I’m not dealing with you when you’re sugared up

I just rolled my eyes as I locked my door. It was one time in college and he never let me live it down. When was he going to let it go.

The bar was packed as expected, the music was hot, and the guests were hotter. Guys were basically drooling over my biceps all night. I was up at the bar grabbing a vodka cran for this blonde himbo wearing nothing but mesh when I noticed the obligatory bowl of candy. I had been good on my diet this month, but candy was a weakness. Surely one wouldn’t hurt. I popped a Skittle in my mouth and savored the chew…

The next thing I know, a stream of light is blasting my face from my apartment window. Ah fuck, instant headache. I feel bloated and sore as I slowly wobble out of bed. Shit, I don’t even remember drinking more than a vodka soda last night. A churn in my stomach turns my gaze to the floor. A shiny plastic and shredded paper dot the floor. God, there goes macros for the week. I stumble to the bathroom, flick on the light, and- what the fuck. Dude, I’m freaking massive. I’m not just bloated. I’m fifty pounds heavier. Screw cuffing season, it looks like I’ve been through bulking season twice. And the hair. I’ll never get smooth. What happened? A pack of candy couldn’t do this! I’m a fucking monster. Oh, but wait a sec. My arms look massive. Let me just…

Dude, why’s that kinda hot though. Like in a cute kind of way. The beard is working too. And my pecs are popping. It’s getting me kinda horny thinking about it. Oh shit, this isn’t just horny. Dude, I’m on fire. This new hammer is swinging. God, I’m so hot, even under all this lard. Fuck, who knew a bulk would look so good on me. The way it all moves and flexes and jiggles together is just magic.

I looked at the bathroom counter and saw a lone Twix bar resting beside my razor. Something about the two felt like a choice. Start fighting whatever this was or embracing it. My mouth watered at the thought. I greedily snatched the sweet from the counter and devoured it whole. My stomach lurched forward just a little, my beard grew thicker, and my muscles flexed underneath. If one piece of Halloween candy could do this, there were a whole lot more on sale today. I walked out into my bedroom to get changed.

I glanced at my phone, where a message from last night was showing:

Dude, I told you no sugar. You never fucking listen to me. When you crash, you better not come crying to me to help you put your life back together

My thick fingers tapped at the tiny screen, snapping a photo for my friend:

No way to crash if you never stop

No more time for chit chat. Papa Bear wants sugar. Papa Bear wants sugar now.

[immortalmrwavell]

Ignorance To Bliss

(Pride Month Special)

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m cool with gay dudes and gay chicks but I just don’t understand why you guys need a whole month? What’s there to celebrate? It’s not like we have a pride month for straight people.” Kyle mused as he scuffed his trainer against the floor.

Garrett had to do his best not to immediately roll his eyes at his clueless roommate. “It’s not just about being part of the LGBTQ. It’s about celebrating how far we’ve and everyone that came before us have come. And how far we still need to go until we get real equality. It’s not just about celebrating how much we like being gay. Come on Kyle…” Garrett did his best to explain things to Kyle but it was clear most of what he was saying went right over the straight skater bro’s head.

“I dunno brah. I feel like you guys have it pretty equal nowadays. I see gay dudes, like, everywhere.” Kyle retorted, his obliviousness somehow making him sound dumber than he already was. It was clear he didn’t mean anything he was saying in a hateful or derogatory way. It was just the ignorance of a straight man shining bright.

“Not in the slightest. I wish that were true but we’re still a ways off equal rights.” Garrett insisted. “I get it’s probably hard to grasp if you’re not actually gay but please just trust me.”

Kyle shrugged. “Whatever you say man. I still think it’s a bit over the top. You do you though I guess.”

Garrett watched as Kyle sauntered off towards his bedroom. He couldn’t help but sigh a little. He could swear they’d had this exact same debate last year during Pride month. And the year before that. Yet every time, no matter how well Garrett explained it, the reason as to why it was so important always seemed to fly over Kyle’s head. Garrett liked the guy but Kyle really could be dense sometimes.

Unbeknownst to them both, a great and powerful warlock had been spying on them. Mr Wavell. Invisible as he usually was. He’d been in search of his next experiment and he couldn’t help but think he’d found just the right guy in Kyle. He was cute for sure. Lean but very hairy from head to toe with some nice facial hair that really got Wavell’s cock pumping. Not to mention that dumb skater bro attitude was enough to make Wavell want to bend him over the side of his bed right here and now before fucking him until the sun comes up.

Immediately Wavell began to think of all the things he could possibly do to Kyle. He could force him to swap bodies with Garrett. He could get him to hulk out of his baggy clothes. Perhaps even add some fat to go with all that hair and make him into a proper bear of a man. Or what if he aged Kyle up to his mid forties just to see how much of a daddy he’d become in years to come. Kyle seemed like the type to age like fine wine after all. However, after the conversation he’d just witnessed, Wavell soon landed on the perfect change for a man like this.

As Kyle laid on his bed scrolling through his phone, Wavell held out a hand towards him. Purple magic began to sparkle around his fingertips before shooting out towards the oblivious dolt before him. Kyle was none the wiser, his mortal eyes unable to see or detect the magic without Wavell’s say so. Before long Kyle’s entire body was wrapped in a soft purple glow as he continued to mindlessly scroll past images of half naked women mixed into his feed. The magic pulsed a few times around his figure before focusing down to concentrate on three precise points on his body.

His brain, his cock and his ass.

Kyle couldn’t help but shift around awkwardly on the bed as his ass began to transform first. It was the most subtle of the three but still necessary in Wavell’s eyes. Those unremarkable fuzzy cheeks he had hidden away in his baggy shorts started to swell and perk up. Soon gaining a bubblier shape that would jiggle modestly with any step he took. Soon becoming a shapely and supple ass, the likes of which anyone would be tempted to smack just for the sake of watching it ripple.

The 27 year old was none the wiser to his first change. However he couldn’t help but grunt a little when the magic pulsing around his crotch began to morph his cock. All his life, Kyle had been blessed with a horse cock. It was part of the reason he always wore such baggy clothes. Anything too tight would run the risk of looking obscene with how large his manhood was. But that was about to change.

9 hefty inches. That’s how big Kyle’s dick was when he got excited. Even still a staggering 6 inches while soft. Enough to give any man all the confidence he needs in life. But now as Wavell’s magic works its was in and around Kyle’s prised male organ, that intimidating size began to slip away. Slowly losing inch after inch alongside some of its formerly impressive girth. Kyle barely noticed. Only scratching his groin in oblivious confusion while continuing to scroll his phone.

Before long Kyle’s once mighty cock had shrunken down to about half of its former greatness. 5 inches hard and 3 inches soft. Much more modest. It was generous considering Wavell had all the power to give Kyle a tiny little micro dick but he decided not to be quite so cruel. Still it was a far cry from the cock Kyle had once had. It doesn't matter though. Soon enough Kyle wouldn't need a large impressive cock anyway.

With Kyle’s cock and ass now changed, his brain was last on the chopping block. The magic swirling around the dome of his head began to intensify as it reached inside of his mind and wormed around until it found what it was looking for. Kyle’s sexuality. The previous two changes had just been for Wavell’s enjoyment. This one was what he was really in it for.

Kyle found himself feeling oddly faint and lightheaded and Wavell’s magic systematically removed any attraction Kyle once had towards women. Draining him of any kind of sexual magnetism for the opposite sex until he was nothing more than a blank slate in that regard. Ready to be remodeled as the warlock saw fit.

Then came the fun part. Wavell had the pleasure of refilling Kyle’s sexuality with a pure unbridled lust for cock. Before long his brain had become completely fogged over with thoughts and images of handsome men, both young and old. His heart raced as he failed to stop himself from feeling hot and flushed at the idea of touching another man’s hairy chest or kissing his biceps. And of course sucking dick. Wavell would make sure to plant these desires so deep inside Kyle’s brain that soon the mere idea of getting fucked by another man would feel like a necessity to him. Like it was something he simply couldn’t live without.

Kyle had become a writhing horny mess on the bed. His phone discarded to one side as he reached a hand down towards his crotch. His diminished cock was as stiff as could be and sensitive to the touch. He reached underneath the waist band to grip it gently. He should’ve noticed how much smaller it was now but somehow as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, it felt normal…

There was part of his mind that was trying to tell him that something was very wrong. Trying to remind him that he was a straight man despite how much he wanted to bust a nut at the thought of swallowing another dude's cum. Trying to remind him that he liked women as he arched his back at the idea of being speared up the ass by an enormous cock. His mortal brain did everything it could to warn him. But it wasn’t nearly enough to stand against the might of Mr Wavell’s potent magic.

Soon enough Kyle’s shorts were down around his ankles as he found himself jerking off furiously to the onslaught of hot men that now plagued his mind. He’d turned over on the bed so that his face was on the pillow with his ass up in the air while he reached underneath to touch himself. He envisioned some kind of hunk or daddy coming up behind him and rubbing their dick in between his thick hairy ass cheeks. Teasing his hole gently before finally sliding in and giving him the pounding of a lifetime. It was all he could think about as his former life as a straight man seemed to slip through his fingers.

Wavell nodded to himself as he watched, pleased with his handiwork as always. He absolutely could’ve left it there and moved on after taking some time to enjoy the sight. But when he thought of a way to make this even better, he just couldn’t help himself.

He left Kyle where he was in the bedroom before phasing through the walls and into the living room where Garrett was sat. He was flipping through the TV looking for something to watch, completely unaware of what’d happened to his roommate. The unsuspecting man was equally unaware of how the warlock was about to change him as well.

Mr Wavell’s magic reached out towards Garrett similar to how it’d reached Kyle. Coiling gently around Garrett’s lean but fit frame until he was completely submerged in the warmth of Wavell’s sparkling purple magic. Though, just like Kyle, he couldn’t see it. What he would see however was the transformation it was about to bestow upon him.

Garrett’s change was no doubt going to be much more physical than Kyle’s had been, evident by how the magic seemed to spread itself evenly across his entire body rather than focusing on any specific spots. Then, with a smirk, Wavell used his power to begin aging Garrett up.

Prior to this Garrett had always been just a couple years younger than Kyle, having turned 25 a few months back. But not anymore as Garrett found himself growing older by the second. Quickly rising up through his twenties and into his thirties. He had no idea what was happening to him at first. Only that he felt this bizarre build up of energy pulsing around his body in an oddly pleasurable reverberating wave. Hardly even noticing the way his skin began to look more weathered or the feeling of wrinkles starting to form around his eyes and forehead. Or even how his hairline started to recede more noticeably as he started to approach his forties.

Garrett let out a low and satisfied grumble as he allowed his head to fall back against the couch. He should’ve questioned this weird and unnatural sensation but it felt too damn good. So much so that his eyes fluttered shut just dark brown hair began to see wisps of silver that didn’t waste any time multiplying as he continued along his forties. Even the mild hair on his chest and face started to gain a salt and pepper touch.

And finally Garrett reached his early fifties. Luckily for him, the rapid aging came to a screeching halt soon after. He was left looking like a delicious dad who most would agree was a dilf that could absolutely get it. Still lean and fit but now with a bit more mature edge. It was immediately clear that Garrett was just one of those men that age like fine wine. Only looking better as they look older. Wavell had just helped him skip to the good part. But he wasn’t finished.

“There’s still room to dad-ify you a little more I think…” Wavell muttered to himself. So he urged his magic on just a little bit further to keep moulding Garrett’s body.

The result of this was for Garrett’s stomach to rumble loudly. It was an omen for what was to come as seconds later, his once slender physique swiftly began to swell with fat. His lean muscle softening slightly under layers of string capable flesh. His growing arms filled out the sleeves of his shirt slightly. Those ballooning thighs strained the seams of his pants. His once hard chest couldn’t help but sag ever so slightly. But most notably of all, his belly started to expand until he was left with a nice hefty dad gut.

Wavell made sure to add a few final touches like making sure to fill out Garrett’s face with a little bit of chub as well as granting him a nice dad butt to match his belly. But even after adding all that sexy new weight to Garrett’s frame, Wavell was still hungry for more dadification.

“Hmmmm… How about some extra fur.” Wavell shrugged before snapping his fingers.

The magic around Garrett glowed brightly again. Then in an instant, newfound body hair began to sprout around his chubby new dad bod. Swirling around his chest and stomach the most but also giving his legs, ass and arms a good helping too. He still wasn’t quite as hairy as Kyle but he wasn’t far off. Especially as his beard grew fuller than ever before.

“Almost perfect. Just one last thing…”

The purple glow moved now and concentrated only on Garrett’s groin. Swirling desperately around his bulge as it began to flood his dick with transformative energy similar to what’d happened to Kyle. Only Garret’s cock didn’t get smaller. Quite the opposite. It started to grow rapidly. Getting longer and girthier while his balls get fatter and fuller. Not stopping until Garrett was carrying an enormous drooling daddy cock between his legs.

Wavell grinned. “There. Now that’s a daddy.”

As the magic finally began to dissipate, so did the warm pleasurable sensation that’d been keeping Garrett distracted. As such he found himself opening his eyes again slowly only to look wide eyed down at his new form.

“W-w-w-what the f-FUCK!” He roared in a panic. Even his voice was different. More gravely and aged. His hands flew to his midsection, grabbing his belly in disbelief. He was lost for words with no idea how to react beyond simply squeezing his gut a few times to confirm it was real. Every instinct was screaming at him that it was impossible. And yet… he couldn’t even remember what his body was supposed to look like? Wavell had already taken the step of removing most of Garrett’s knowledge of his younger self. Before long he’ll believe he’s always been this thick older daddy. But a little extra push to help get his mind off things couldn’t hurt right?

At last Wavell undid the invisibility shimmer on himself, allowing Garrett to see the warlock standing before him.

“Whoa!? W-where did you come from?!? Who are you?!?!” Garrett shouted in a panic, understandably so. Unfortunately he wouldn’t get an answer to his question.

Before he had a chance to wrap his mind around what the hell was happening, the suited stranger before him reached out and grabbed either side of Garrett’s head. Mr Wavell’s eyes began to glow a deep violet as he cradled Garrett’s head in his hands. Garrett sank under his control in a matter of seconds. Nobody could resist his gaze.

“You love being a daddy. Ultimately it’s your life's purpose, isn’t it?” Wavell told Garrett like it was a fact.

“I love being… a daddy. It’s my purpose…” Garrett repeated back to Wavell

“And right now your boy is sitting all alone in his room, begging for someone to go and satisfy his hole. He needs your cock Garrett. He needs daddy’s cock.” Wavell’s words sunk in nice and deep.

“My boy… he needs my cock…” Garrett repeated again, dick hardening slightly against his pants in response.

“You want to be a good daddy don’t you?” The warlock asked.

Garrett nodded slowly but surely.

“Then get in there and fill your boy with a nice fat load to show him just how much he matters to you. Understand?” Wavell smiled.

“Yes… sir.” Garrett confirmed.

Wavell leaned in and kissed Garrett on the forehead “Good man. I know you’ll do well.” He said before slowly pulling his hands back and releasing Garrett from his gaze. “Now get in there.”

Garrett didn’t waste a second. He practically leapt up from the couch before making his way down the hallway towards Kyle’s room. Wavell followed behind him, watching as Garrett opened the door only to be greeted by a glorious sight. Kyle’s ass was still up in there air, waving side to side as he jerked himself off. Who could possibly resist an invitation like that. Garrett couldn’t stop himself from pouncing on Kyle’s furry ass. The first thing he did was stuff his face nice and deep before eating out his hole like a pro.

At first Kyle was a little confused as to what was happening. The hot daddy that’d just walked into his room looked weirdly like his roommate, only older and fatter. Was it Garrett’s dad he wondered? He was too honey to keep questioning it though. All he knew was that the universe had blessed him with a hot daddy who was eager to fulfil his need for cock. And he welcomed it readily.

After recasting the invisibility shimmer on himself, Wavell took a seat on a nearby chair next to the bed. Watching tentatively as Garrett worked his way to finally plunging his huge dad cock inside Kyle’s hole. The sensation of which caused Kyle’s much smaller dick to pulse harder than it ever could’ve from masturbation. Before long Kyle’s face was buried deep into his pillow while Garrett made sure to drive his cock down to the hilt with every mighty thrust. More than eager to breed and claim his new boy.

Wavell smiled. He couldn’t help but feel like these two were going to enjoy their lives a hell of a lot more now. And as for Kyle and his attitude towards pride month, it’s probably safe to say that he might have a change of tone by next year when he’s going to parades and celebrating with his new daddy.

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For Sale: Dad Shoes

In need of some new shoes, Robbie stumbles into a pair of sneakers abandoned behind by some strange dilf. After trying them on he grows to appreciate them in more ways than one.

Ready for some Daddification? Robbie wasn't but he seems happy enough to bulk up and grow some hair. Thanks to Fred W. Kong for helping me polish this one up! Hope all enjoy! -Occam

Robbie had just about worn through his old pair of tennis shoes. Wandering around through this shoe store surrounded by flashy boxes and exorbitant price tags, he can’t help but second guess his abandoning the old, almost holey shoes. Looking around at these piled high pairs of sneakers, he’s on the edge of just giving up and truly wearing the soles out of his old pair before this plan is interrupted by an uproar at the cash wrap.

Turning to get a glimpse of whatever the drama must be, Robbie instead finds a burly man, loudly tapping on the counter and guffawing to himself. The clerk shyly laughs along opposite him though clearly the joke didn’t land too well, not that the older man seems to mind all that much. As Robbie continues to sneakily watch from down the way, the man gives the clerk a handshake and departs leaving him staring strangely at his own hand and the pair of shoes left on the counter.

Ever the gossip, Robbie less than surreptitiously makes his way over to the cashier and asks about the bearded stranger. It takes a few seconds for the clerk, dubbed James by his nametag, to snap out of his strange reverie, “Oh! Hi there- Yeahh, I don’t really know? He said he got these shoes here but I’ve never seen them before?” Both men stare at the pair of sneakers in between them. “He apparently wanted to return them.”

Robbie, a little more interested in shopping now that he knows purchases aren’t final, follows this throughline, “I didn’t know you did returns?”

“We don’t”

“Ah.” Pausing for a few seconds he gets back to his first question, “What was he laughing so hard about?” The cashier furrows his brows for a few seconds before sighing, “Oh, it was just a dumb dad joke. Uhhh something like, What is the funniest thing about shoelaces?”

“Hm?”

“Knot-knot Jokes.” 

There’s a silence afterwards as Robbie just tilts his head, slightly disappointed that his trek over here didn’t quite satiate his curiosity. Looking at the neglected pair of tennis shoes on the counter he feels a bit melancholy thinking of his own soon-to-be abandoned pair, “What are you going to do with these then?”

James scratches the back of his head noncommittally, “Not really sure, uhhh- You wouldn’t want them would you?” The young clerk looks at him hopefully and Robbie’s heart flutters a bit at the direct eye contact. Getting the distinct impression that he’d be doing a favor for the clerk he ignores how tacky they are and acquiesces, “I mean? I guess I could. Should probably try them on first though yeah?” James shrugs with a grin and hands them over.

Now in his hands it seems obvious to Robbie that they’ll be too large but he decides to give them a go. Throwing them on he finds indeed they’re quite a bit roomier than he’d prefer. Though man- they’re also way more comfortable than he could have possibly expected. Robbie furrows his brow wondering why on Earth that strange man wanted to send them back, when his mind returns to him however, the strangest thing happens. He hears James repeat the man’s bit in his mind: knot-knot jokes, and he can’t help but laugh.

Robbie tries to stifle himself, knowing he sits in front of a man that in an ideal world he would try to pull. He giggles and struggles to cover his mouth before breaking out into a hyena-adjacent fit of laughter. Mid-breakdown, Robbie sees James flinch back and look at him strangely from behind the counter but he can only continue to laugh, “HAAH! HAH- Man! Hah, ugh Jesus christ so sorry dude- I don’t know what came over me! Hah hah, huh man.” 

James smiles vaguely, clearly writing Robbie off as nothing more than a customer, “So uhh, how do they fit?” Getting to business he prepares to tell them they’re too big before wiggling his toes and gasping to himself. They’re a perfect fit. He knew they were too large, he felt the extra room, and yet, he can see how perfectly his feet fill them. He clears his throat a little louder than he intended and answers, “They’re good, real uh, snug fit…” 

“Great!” The cashier tosses over something in his head, though looking at the man confusedly staring at his feet, he reconsiders. Something strange has shifted and he thinks it best to just default to his customer service programming, “Anything else I can do for you…” without thinking he reflexively tacks on a “sir?” which causes Robbie to flinch.

“Uhh no thanks a lot, James.” Grimacing at the man using his name on his nametag the clerk rolls his eyes knowing he made the right call. Robbie smiles blankly and heads out the shop with a nod, not even thinking to grab the shoes he removed to throw on this strange man’s discarded sneakers. Why should he, he’s already wearing the only shoes one could ever need.

Exiting out to the strip center he was already reluctant to visit, Robbie groans to himself as he feels a tad bloated. Rubbing his stomach trying to recall what he ate, he looks down to find something impossibly strange on his phone. Somehow without being quite aware, he’s snapped a picture of his new shoes and captioned it to post on his story. “Got my first pair of dad shoes 😆”

Robbie balks at this and quickly goes to delete the picture without posting but in his haste he fat fingers his phone and whoosh- It’s up. Deciding that it would be more embarrassing to take it down after posting, Robbie frowns and begins to pocket his phone when he realizes something even stranger than a photo he doesn’t remember taking. Those aren’t his legs?

Zooming in on the photo in his camera roll he gasps in shock at just how hairy those legs are. Sure the shoes and shorts are the same but never has any part of his body neared such a consistent or dense coat of body hair, to say nothing of those god-awful socks! Clicking his tongue at whoever must be playing this bizarre joke on him he pans through the image, poring through every pixel to try and find evidence of photoshop.

Unaware is he that away from view, his legs are rapidly shifting to match the image he knows to be false. Forgotten already that his feet miraculously grew to fill the dad sneakers, his calves are quickly shaped and painted by waves of dark brown hair. Racing upwards from the strange shoes, his ankles itch from their new growth before the curls are matted down by his thick athletic socks. 

He scratches at the still-growing hair quickly covering his changing thighs and takes no notice as his fingers trail through the new garden. Thickening hair is not the only change either as when the rushing forest of fur reaches his thighs they begin to bulk larger, yearning to fill his shorts. On said thighs the hairs curl longer and darken further than on his exposed calves, stopping short of completely blanketing his lower body as a blank patch is left on his inner thighs, precipitating a greater change that is soon to overwhelm him.

Indeed, before he can notice his hefty hair-covered legs, he’s distracted by the strangest feeling ushering forth from his dick. Accompanied by the burning itch of his pubes thickening, Robbie quickly sets his phone down as both hands rush to adjust his growing cock. With a sharp inhale he shudders as his mind is overcome with ecstasy, with each passing moment and fluttering heartbeat he quivers as his cock pushes out further and his balls hang lower. 

In no time at all there’s a baseball sized bulge straining his pants. It’s at this point that Robbie realizes that he’s not even hard. His cock has simply grown larger. Standing in shock the young man almost falls over from vertigo as whatever nightmare he’s living in has struck him lightheaded. Trying not to draw attention to himself, Robbie struggles to keep composure as he makes his way over to his car, though each step is accompanied by a wince as his heavy balls are pinched by his boxers and his cock forces itself further down his leg.

Wrenching open his car door with little thought at all besides the burning need to get home Robbie falls into the driver’s seat. Key turned, he goes to shift to reverse when he’s almost possessed by an intrusive thought, head tilting as his mouth moves of its own accord, vocalizing for no one as he reverses, “Ahhh, that takes me back.” Immediately fearful, he feels his body course correct as his grimace curls into a grin, he giggles before letting loose free-flowing full bodied laughter at something he’d personally barely label a joke.

Panting after being released from this mania, Robbie’s only further driven to race home. The few minutes back are a blur, of which he can only recall flashes. Finally he sees the new shadow of hair covering his legs. He grunts from the pain as his shorts are suddenly far too tight. Would’ve sworn he lost weight but now his belt cuts into his waist. His eyes almost cross from pain as he tries to recall that he wasn’t even wearing a belt when he left his house. He sees his hands adjusting mirrors to a new height, slightly higher from sitting on an ass bulging larger. 

Senses overloaded by each new ticklish strand and the rising, burning need from his cock, when he finally arrives home he races to do the only thing he can think to escape this waking nightmare. Taking great care not to cum then and there as he removes his shorts, Robbie kicks off his new shoes with little affection and flops onto his bed. In a small act of indulgence, Robbie can’t help but bite his lip as he tests the waters and rubs his hands through his hairy thighs.

Looking at the jungle of hair across his legs he feels his cock begin to throb and harden. He doesn’t hate them. No, his hairy legs are more enticing than he could ever have imagined. Tracing the curls from his toes to the dense bush of pubes ushering out from his boxers he bucks slightly as it's almost too much for him. This must just be the weirdest wet dream he’s ever had.

True sleep comes quickly, as soon as his body realizes that he’s not going to be indulging his desires, unconsciousness swiftly takes him. Though unfortunately for the man who wishes this whole situation was indeed a dream, the changes in the waking world are not going to slow down even as he rests.

For the first time in his life, Robbie snores. While he’s not gained altogether too much weight thus far, even the extra few inches on his waist as hair begins spreading onto his once tight stomach have a consequence. As his arm hangs lower off the bed, his wrists eagerly begin to match his hairy legs as forearms are thoroughly coated with a healthy coat of curls. Added length is compounded by bulkier biceps as his arms are not left free from his increasing weight either. As the hours pass his whole arms are blanketed by body hair, coated from wrists to pits

Changes to his physical form are not the only metamorphosis occurring during his slumber either. Having fallen close to his dresser, his shoes are not content to be the only changed part of his wardrobe. Radiating out from the spilled sneakers, clothes messily tossed into his dresser are folded and shift into pieces less fashionable, less haphazard, and far more fatherly.

All no-show socks elongate into tubes as his boxers adversely lose their length, their elastic bands shifting firmer. Each and every pair bleach into briefs befitting his new form, including the pair he currently has on. His sleepful face squirms as for a moment his boxers grow to a size more appropriate his new waist and massive package before both are gripped tightly, perfectly contoured and contained by the briefs he is to wear every day, ever more.

Objects of his youth are shifted and replaced. Video game OST vinyls bend and reshape as they melt and reform into jazz standards and dad rock. Video games and a large manga collection he has long been proud of are lost ever more, replaced by an impressive collection of classics and board games he adores playing with his- family? But that can’t be right. On his nightstand appears a well-worn joke book that his husband has long waged a campaign to get rid of. His eyes twitch in his sleep as his subconscious mind tries to reconcile these things fruitlessly.

Then, as the first rays of morning light blast through his cracked curtains, Robbie awakens. He scratches his slightly thicker waist and yawns loudly. His body burns as he stretches, as if each strand of muscle and slightly shifted tendon were moving for the first time ever. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and his rougher hand wades down his face, for some reason surprised to encounter stubble on his jaw.

Standing to his feet, he encounters that light-headed vertigo once more, though for the life in him he can’t remember when exactly he felt it last. Pawing at the morning wood distending the waistband of his briefs, he scratches his heavy balls and grunts, ignoring the idea that his voice sounds a tad off. He must just be hungover, or sick- yeah. That makes sense.

Wandering into the bathroom to start his day he stretches once more, exposing a couple hairy pits to the open air and causing his back to crack loudly. “Bwoah-” At this point one might expect Robbie to realize how much further he’s changed as he sees his new self in the mirror, though it takes a few moments of staring in the mirror before he even humors the idea that something is off.

He grumbles to himself for a few seconds something about his eyes playing tricks or his vision not being what it used to be. Laughing at the thought, this wakes him. Like the shock of a cold shower he opens his eyes to find himself a completely different man. Nearly hyperventilating, he stares at his changed hands. Trying to reconcile the same wrinkles they have always held with the hairy knuckles and calloused fingers he knows should not be there. Turning his gaze to his reflection he sees a few curls peeking over the collar of the shirt he distinctly didn’t fall asleep in and struggles to remove it over a chest that begins to burst larger from the nerves. Each struggled grunt is deeper than the one that came before as Robbie strains to get it off, at last there’s a tearing sound and the tank flies off, exposing a gut now decidedly hanging over his waist. Staring at his reflection another joke flies out of his mouth as he cups his new belly, “I always did need a father figure- heh”

Accompanied by laugher echoing in the tiled bathroom, exposed to the cool air his treasure trail races outward. Every swath of new, bare skin on his torso is soon enough enveloped and graced by the expansive garden of curls. Like a rolling storm his alluring V of chest hair shoots downward as his pubes continue the great work begun last night and race upward to meet it. In no time at all, and under his fearful gaze he sees his newly bulky stomach completely covered.

His hands go to yank, to pull, to tear at the blanket of fur covering him. Changing him. He must still be dreaming. With shaking hands he feels his stomach hair thickening, pushing out from pores he didn’t even know he had. Tickling his thicker palms and sticking out in between fatter fingers. Eyes racing to take in all the changes of an upper body he sees not as his stubble thickens into a true beard. In his frantic fear, he does not see as smile lines and other wrinkles begin to crinkle around his eyes.

What he does notice however is a small tan line on his left ring finger. His terrified breath catches in his chest as a lifetime of memories flashes through his head, a face, a name, a wedding- Robert clutches at his head as he tries to will them away. As he forcefully stamps his wider feet and struggles to will himself back to the way he was. The way he should be. 

Retracing his steps he tries to remember if he has gotten on the wrong side of any particularly witchy people. Delving into his mind, even the memories from yesterday seem almost too far to grasp, a lifetime away. With a good deal of effort, Robert is finally able to recall his time at the shoe shop. He remembers James behind the counter and his head burns anew with pain as the young man he sees is incongruent with reality. That’s not what James should look like. Pushing his attention elsewhere he finally remembers: the shoes.

Eyes now burning with determination, Robert stamps back towards his room, floorboards creaking slightly under his new weight as they’ve never and always done. And then he sees them, such tacky shoes something within him initially swears he would never be caught dead in them, though this is overpowered by the undeniable fact that they are his. His feet feel cold on the floor of his bedroom.

Looking at the sneakers he’s suddenly filled with affection as he remembers James giving them to him. James. Not the twink working at a shoe store though, no his James. Staring at them his heart flutters just as it did in a past life as his hair starts to thin slightly as its peppered with a few grey strands. His thumb goes to twist and play with a ring not on his hand as he sits there, lost in a daydream on his bed.

Totally distracted, he doesn’t hear the frame creak, from his weight nor from its expansion as it surges larger. The apartment around him slowly changes to fit his new partnered life as he zeroes in on the pair of shoes in front of him. His James. Under his thick beard his tight lips curl into a coy grin as his hands slowly reach down to pick up the shoes, and with little ado at all he tosses them on.

And then Rob is totally overcome. Morning wood that has yet had a chance to dissipate creates a need that simply must be addressed. Thicker palms struggle to sneak under the strained waistband of his briefs and in doing so finally free his heavier cock to the open air. Seeing the stream of pre running down its veiny length he is also made aware of the stain that has slowly been growing in said briefs before discarding them altogether to focus on sating this all-encompassing hunger.

His eyes almost cross as his hands hesitantly begin to rub the length of his rod, and then he gasps as he feels a wedding band get tangled in his pubes. In between heady sensuous gasps as he tries to not cum prematurely he moans out with a grin he utterly wishes not to have painted on his face, “Man, I’ve heard of a hair-trigger but this is ridiculous!” And before he can laugh at this not even a joke, he loses control. 

His wider hips thrust into his meaty palms as he shoots load after load flying. With each involuntary heave, as his cock bobs in the air, he is cemented into his new life. Changed into his new self. He is molded into a father, into Rob. Piece by piece every aspect of who he once was is untethered and replaced by brilliant memories of his new life.

His coat finishes its march as curls launch over his shoulders and he remembers meeting James when they were younger. He remembers falling in love and tying the knot after years of dating. Family pictures dot the room around him and clink against the hallway wall as he remembers growing older alongside his love. With a final thrust, Rob’s exuberant first orgasm finishes and he falls backwards onto the bed, lying on a comforter he clearly remembers his husband convincing him to buy. And then, from the stress of becoming a new man, he falls back asleep.

Impossible to say how long he sleeps, though he is awakened by impatient shouting elsewhere in the house, “Rob! You had better be up! We’re not going to be late to Kay’s concert!” Blearily sitting up, Rob feels his bones settle into their new age as his weight finishes its redistribution. Scratching at his decidedly larger belly, his rougher hands tussle and toy with the curls on a gut that filled him with fear not moments ago. Now it only feels right, cupping his warm hairy stomach, he knows this is who he is and who he should be. He sits for a few moments bathing in acceptance, though quickly there’s a fog as he’s confused on what exactly he’s accepting?

Scratching his thinned hairline, he can’t quite put a finger on it. Before he can investigate the strange sensation, this man, his husband shouts again, “You’d better be ready to go in 30!”

“Oop!” The bear of a man quickly hops off the bed and kicks off the shoes to head into the shower. Gotta look his best for his little angel!

James’ll tear him a new one if he’s not going to be ready on time, hah! But he’ll charm his way out of it just like he always does. Despite the rush he takes time to appreciate his reflection, posing and flexing, observing his curves before nodding with a wink, “Old man’s still got it- heh!” Spending as long as reasonably can basking in his reflection, Rob sprints as fast as his back lets him to get ready for the concert. 

Sifting through a wardrobe as familiar as the back of his hairy hand he throws on suspenders and well-fitted polo. Rushing into the living room he shouts, “And Time!” His new bass resonating deep in his chest. Standing at the door holding a bouquet of flowers for their Kay, the love of his life rolls his eyes and crosses his own burly arms, “Are you about done there Honey? I’m ready to go.” Rob smirks as he’s been laid up now for the joke of a lifetime, “Hi ready to go, I’m dad.” He winks as his husband scoffs before wryly smiling and pulling him over by his unbuttoned collar.

Both men laugh before their mouths find each other as they kiss for the first and thousandth time, each one before flashing through their minds. During the act, James furtively buttons up the top few buttons of his husband’s collar before pulling away. Looking at his husband lovingly over glasses, “You know Kay asked us not to embarrass her in front of her friends Hon.” Rob employs a haughty gasp and puts a hand over his forehead, slightly exposing the hair stretching down his inner forearm. Peeking to see if his husband laughs at his dramatics he gives up the ghost and agrees with a still performative sigh.

“Ahh, I suppose I'll do my best. Anything for our little princess!” Ushered out the door by his husband, the pair at last leave their shared home and hop in Rob’s car, now shifted into an family SUV. Adjusting his mirrors to his final height when he puts the car into reverse James looks at him expectantly. Rob just smiles, holding back the joke and resting his hairy hand on his husband’s thigh, more than content at this life he lives. James overlays his own hand and the men simply sit in each other's silence as long-married couples are wont to do, overjoyed to continue onward in their shared slice of heaven.