The guy on the left use to be a skinny twink until the bear on the right topped him. He rested his soft belly on the twinks lower back and filled him up with his bear jizz. He’s definitely not a twink anymore after that experience.
This track implants suggestions for metabolic slowing and binge eating, which are tied together with the (growing) sexual pleasure you get from gaining.
New Release, FATSO: Hypnosis for Gainers and Feedees
One word.
One key.
FATSO.
The instant it hits—spoken, thought, texted, moaned—your belly flutters, your loins throb, and a warm, helpless craving takes over.
FATSO = hunger.
FATSO = bliss
FATSO = the delicious, unstoppable need to eat more… grow softer… swell rounder… fatter and fatter, bigger and rounder.
This file plants the trigger deep, then welds it in place:
• Every admiring glance, every whispered “keep eating,” every pat on your swelling gut makes you hungrier and hornier
• Alone? You become your own perfect feeder—table set, fork moving, belly pushing outward with every swallow
• Bound and stuffed (fantasy or trusted play), restraints tight, mouth full, FATSO repeated until you’re bloated, blissful, and begging for more
• Mirror checks turn into rituals of pride—each new roll, each tighter waistband sends a submissive rush straight to your core
• The mantra burrows in and never leaves: The more you eat, the fatter you get. The fatter you get, the hornier you become. The hornier you become, the more you eat.
Repeated listens drop you faster, hit the trigger harder, make the growth feel more inevitable.
No escape. No off switch.
Just the loop… warm… permanent… yours.
Perfect for private sessions when you want to feel buried under your own swelling softness, owned by the weight you can’t stop feeding.
He wasn't at the barber for a trim, but to return his scalp to a smooth shine, letting the fringe and full beard stand out in sharp relief. Epilating hurts, but every pass means less regrowth. Soon, the horseshoe will be permanent and perfect, a requirement of the pack to ensure every brother looks the same.
Agent Fisher reports on his roommate's transformative descent into being a father figure straight from a 90's sitcom as he tries to pretend he's not into it.
Dad and Bear Tf's are always some of my favorites to write and this one is no different! Took the flavor but not the style of a certain foundation! Enjoy this daddification from the POV of a desperate agent who has failed his station and by the end suffers the same transformative consequences. -Occam
This is a report from Special Agent Fisher on a previously unidentified anomalous artifact. Delivered to my apartment while I was away on an expedition, a VHS tape labeled Dad’s Den was opened and watched by my friend and roommate who, unaware he should resist, succumbed to its effects and in time was replaced by what can only be described as a stereotypical dad. As if he were straight out of the video tape he couldn’t help but watch.
Given I was on foundation business during the encounter and have already suffered through the loss of my dear friend Clayton, I would request leniency. I submit this thorough report of the VHS tapes effects as evidence and when guaranteed both my personal safety and continued employment I will deliver both the video footage and the anomalous artifact in question.
I understand how this will be perceived but know I only hold the foundation’s best interests at heart. This is simply not my fault and I refuse to be demoted due to a situation out of my hands that I have already suffered beyond measure from. If anything I deserve a promotion for resisting the tape’s allure and effects, though at present I simply want guaranteed and continued safety for Clayton and myself.
Please read the following account of what I have dubbed AA-0646: ‘The Fatherly Film’ before coming to any decisions.
Consummate professional that I am, my installed cameras were able to capture Clayton’s entire encounter with the anomaly. Delivered in a box addressed to my true name, Clayton was none the wiser. Under the impression that I worked for the Parks service, my roommate was entirely unguarded when he decided to just open the box. Perhaps this is a failing of your protocol regarding cohabitants but I digress.
As soon as the package was in his hands there began an audio static in the recording. Isolating it I am able to confirm it was the sound of a laugh track, like you might find on the very same schlocky sitcom that is now in my friend’s hands. At this unfortunate point it is my professional opinion that it is already too late for my poor roommate. Proof of this is the dusty VHS player that appeared under our tv when he tore open the box.
When he moves to the television Clayton inserts the tape into a VHS player we didn’t have moments ago before flopping onto the couch. Then the true effects begin as Clayton is completely lost to the screen. Hardly moving for hours as the tape plays far longer than any cassette could possibly last, Clayton doesn’t blink as dated jokes and shoddy sets beam into his mind with no end.
Previously my roommate could hardly go half an hour without pulling out his phone to aimlessly scroll. When I’d at last convinced him to watch Fellowship of the Ring with me I had to constantly get on his ass for getting distracted by notifications and summarily doomscrolling. I’d be annoyed at him suddenly finding attention span to spare for this drivel were I not distraught by what happens in the following days.
After about six hours of this, Clayton finally starts to doze off. Eyes that were locked on the screen despite their ever-present glaze flutter shut before closing altogether. At the very same time the screen turns off. Overnight little of note occurs. Head lolling back against the couch, the sound of his heavy breathing can barely be caught on my cameras.
Every so often his mouth hanging open twitches into a grin as hands resting on his stomach scratch aimlessly. It feels safe to say this is when true biological changes begin. Never one to grow stubble by the time daylight arrives there is some darker fuzz surrounding his mouth and scattered across his jawline.
When he at last awakens, decidedly earlier than I’ve seen the perpetual night owl ever rise on his own, his arms twitch and rise as his mouth opens to audibly yawn. The quiet cracking sounds of his arms stretching as some heft is revealed on his waistline is covered by the shockingly loud sound of him yawning.
At this point I had hoped he was free from the tape as when he stands there’s a clear look of confusion on his face. Clayton clearly recognized something wrong was happening. If only I was there. Wandering into the kitchen, Clayton appears to grab a pizza from the fridge and return to the living room. There he removes his shirt and tosses it onto the floor before doing some very noisy stretching.
Body bared it’s suddenly obvious that even without actively watching the tape that he has continued to change. Clayton was always complaining about his inability to grow any body hair, whining that it makes him feel like less of a man. Clearly this desire is being preyed upon as a treasure trail suddenly begins to crawl up his already slightly heavier stomach.
Even more apparent is the generous spread that has begun to prickle across his thin chest as it too starts to grow, having been freed from the shirt he slept in. Returning to the couch and sinking back into the same position he slept in, the new weight on his upper body settles in a manner I personally would describe as more attractive heavier.
Thoughtlessly he reaches for the remote and puts his new favorite show back on. Entranced once more, now that his whole chest is out it’s clear that Clayton is visibly growing. Frequently his fingers scratch his chest as each twitchy grin from what he’s watching shoots a few new strands of hair to scatter across his developing pecs.
So too does a small but wide treasure trail begin inching upwards, onto his belly as the distracted man just eats and laughs at jokes he must have heard half a dozen times by now. A few times he raises an arm behind his head to reveal the most drastic hair growth thus far.
The action takes a tad more effort than I’d expect, surely due to the new mass on his bulking arms, or perhaps he’s already growing less flexible. At any rate, there is an unmistakable bush of hair hiding under his arms. Slightly shiny on the film, the strands look to almost be as long as those on his head. It’s quite, well, distracting.
While I remain physically and mentally unaffected from my briefest of encounters with Clayton, something about his scent has left my mind foggy if I focus too much on his pheromones, if that is the correct word. It was quite overwhelming, I- let’s just say it’s fortunate that such an esteemed employee encountered this brutish bear of a dad, this anomaly that is. Keep this in mind as you continue to read, I’m a perfect employee. You can’t just replace me.
Moving on, on day two his changes accelerate. Though it took all night for his first few patches of body hair to bloom, now that he’s mindlessly watching Dad’s Den again they are flourishing. In one episode his chest is wholly overtaken by thick chest hair. By the next it connects with his paltry treasure trail before that too expands to cover his still bulking stomach.
And as he continues changing he laughs all the more. Wide smile on his face as his lips are tickled with stubble, Clayton rubs his stomach as each guffaw is louder than the last. Ruffling the dense coverage on his stomach, his hands can’t help but reach under his waistline for a scratch or two.
Doing so a distinctly different glazed look overtakes his eyes. Still smiling blankly, Clayton’s head lolls back as he kicks off his pants to expose legs that have grown their own garden of fur as they’ve been hidden from sight. When at last the jeans fall to the floor his feet bounce back a few sizes larger as the coat atop them is just as thick as that on his calves and thighs.
Hand still seemingly magnetized to his tangled bush and apparently needy cock, the expression on his face shifts to one of desperation. Leaning back so far I can barely make out him biting his lips as some spit trickles into his beard. Core twitching as the bulge in his pants grows heavier, and heavier I-
Apologies. Again.
After Clayton tuckers himself out, he falls asleep in exactly the same position he has still yet to move from. One sullied hand stuffed in his pants, the other behind his head allowing his sweaty pit to aerate our living room. It’s unclear what precisely launches the next wave of changes but it is at this point that our home begins to change.
Something of a neat-freak before he began watching, it’s increasingly clear his cleanliness will not survive the change. Morphing into a man almost proud of his filth, the pizza box falls to the floor next to a hamper of clothes that have clearly already been worn more than once. His cozy antique love seat gives way to a gaudy la-z boy recliner as our once quaint living room shifts irreparably into a dad cave.
That night, in between snores that rise to a degree loud enough to almost shake my camera, Clayton also begins murmuring in his sleep. It quickly becomes clear to me that he’s telling jokes. Repeating lines from the show. I don’t make an effort to listen to them of course, they’re always almost annoyingly bad. Here’s a recording of him for an example:
Ah well that’s a pretty good one no? Suppose I could include a few more. If you’re interested? Men-toes. Heh. I uhm- Back to it, of course.
In sleep he continues laughing at each and every one of these jokes he dreams up or retrieves from Dad’s Den. And with each reverberation of struggled snores and raucous guffaws he bloats all the larger, and ages all the sightlier. By midnight his coat has grown enough to cover him like a proper pelt.
The sweaty bush in his pits connects with the blanket of even coverage painted from his neckline to his pubes. Perpetual stubble that now decorates his face is slightly speckled white as it reaches upward to connect with messy hair that is beginning to thin. Meaty muscle continues to pack on just as fast as the mouth-watering heft growing on his gut.
The next day he awakes before sunrise. Launching into a massive stretch and not yawning so much as yelling, his back cracks wider as he moans at the feeling of relief. Scratching his heavier ass to reveal a few lengthy curls decorating his backside, Clayton meanders into the kitchen. His footsteps fall like flippers as our apartment’s new wood panelling creaks under his weight.
Jokes about rising and grinding and what a brew-tiful morning it is resound in the kitchen accompanied by giggling crackling deeper. Until now his voice had maintained at least a familiar tone but with each pun to nobody it’s like his voicebox is aging as his resting tone sinks deeper and deeper. And credit where it’s due I do find myself enjoying his puns more and more.
When the morning sun does stream into the den, Clayton returns with a black cup of coffee. I’d be surprised he’s able to stomach it given his preference for incredibly sweet lattes, but the grand reveal of his new fatherly form is far too stunning to describe anything else. Uhm, scientifically speaking.
Resting his massive feet on our coffee table, Clayton leans back and starts downing his dark roast as the television just starts up without him even needing to lift a finger. Now mouthing along to the dad’s dialogue as if he were voicing it himself it’s clear my roommate is more Dad than his old self.
Crow’s feet etch into his eyes as smile lines trail down his cheeks, hidden his thick stubble. It’s difficult for me to tear my eyes away from his masculine form. I didn’t even notice at first that the dad- that Clayton had changed into a jock, but as his much larger dick twitches under the tight fabric. As his toes curl and the arches of his feet crack wider. As his bulky biceps bulge larger with each raise of the steaming dark cup, streaking into his beard before he wipes it with his rough hand fuck shit
Clearly there are some hazards involved with watching this process but I can guarantee that there is nothing memetic or mind-altering besides watching the tape itself. Which I have taken care to completely block from my recordings. You’re welcome again.
Back to it the changes in our apartment have similarly accelerated, where we once had posters and framed art there now exist bizarre family portraits. Clayton with some college aged offspring though from the best I can tell there isn’t a single one with a wife. Perhaps related to the plot of the show? Perhaps because my roommate’s gay. Not to sound like a broken record but if you want any further of my hypotheses you know what to do.
Skipping ahead, I’d figured that his changes would have slowed since to my eye his dilfy form had reached its apex, but I was quickly proven wrong. Today as his hairline continues to thin and his body hair continues to thicken, his body starts to truly bulk. I’d heard of dad strength but it’s almost ridiculous watching him grow heavier and stronger.
Eyes almost rolling back into his head Clayton’s stomach finally grows into a proper dad bod as heavy pecs hang atop it, bloating themselves into the perfect canvas for his thick curls. Beside the growing barrel of a torso rest arms increasingly patterned with throbbing veins and twitching with strength.
His forearms are covered with the type of hair you’d balk at in person. I could hardly believe it when I did see them in person, they’re like a second layer of skin lifted almost an inch off the arms, so thick at points you can barely see the veiny, muscled guns beneath. To say nothing of the very same curls trailing up his massive biceps. How they twitch with the slightest movement of his sausage fingers. How they grow larger as he continues watching the show. As he continues watching. As-
Ugh god this report is giving me such a headache.
Over the following day it seems the anomaly starts skipping and fading away on the, much larger, TV. Clayton doesn’t seem to react though, he continues just mouthing the lines to himself as he goes about the house. Grunting with every movement like a man decades older than he should be, my new fatherly roommate ambles about with a toolbox I swear he’s never lugged out before as he goes about any chores that don’t involve tidying up.
Slight baldspot on his increasingly speckled head and thick hair crawling up his ass from tacky cargo shorts, it’s at some point this day which I’d say the artifact has finished its dirty work. As Clayton interacts with confusion to whatever aspects of his old self remain they rapidly adjust to fit his new life.
Everything in his wardrobe lengthens more than a few sizes before morphing and restylizing to lose even the slightest amount of fashionability. The man oozes practicality as much as he does raw masculine sex appeal. Soon there’s not a trace of our old home, even my bedroom seems to have been corrupted into that of a son who’s gone off to college.
I’ve yet to do an investigation as to the nature of his apparent new family but should I be allowed to once more use the agency’s resources. And, to prove I’m acting in good faith, there is one remaining object from his past, a photo of the two of us together which is now an image of myself and him in his current form. It was this I found him looking at when I at last returned from my mission.
He set it down softly when I entered and leaned against the wall. Obviously I instantly knew something terrible had happened. I tried to convince him to drop everything and come to the lab but he wouldn’t listen. I- he just kept saying these stupid, stupid jokes. Obviously I know now what happened but even then I felt like I was talking with a character rather than a person. Rather than my roommate.
But I couldn’t really look away. The way his weight shifted as he moved, the musk that filled the whole place- I know I said watching his transformation wasn’t mind affecting but being in his presence very well could be. Even now I find myself craving that scent. God he was so fucking-
I digress. As soon as I found myself starting to enjoy the shitty jokes he kept firing off, I shook out of it and realized Clayton’s expression shifted from when I first entered. At first he looked blankly at myself before his eyes softened as if he seemed to recognize me. Not as his friend or roommate though, no. Instead he said his kiddos had been telling him about a coach that was moving in next door.
I’d be lying if I said this didn’t suddenly give me dry mouth and butterflies in my stomach. But I acted quickly and according to protocol. I immediately left and retrieved my security footage remotely after sealing our apartment for Clayton’s safety and the safety of anyone who might accidentally stumble into our place.
Returning later with the proper physical and psychological protection, I retrieved the anomalous artefact in question and Clayton. At present myself, the artifact, and Clayton are in my safehouse unknown to the agency where we will remain until I am guaranteed continued employment. After retrieval the only further effect was changing my prius into a station wagon. Which doesn’t bother me for some reason or another.
Apologies again for the underhanded tactics but I know at least one supervisor who attained his position acting similarly during that banana protein shake disaster. Time is of the essence so the quicker you approve my demands the quicker we can get this contained.
Yours. Agent Fisher
AGENT FISHER: DEMOTED
One day after receiving Agent Subject Fisher’s missal he was found, reprimanded, and retrieved for further testing. AA-0646 victim “Clayton”, furthermore named AA-0646-A, was taken in for questioning and, as Fisher described, his previous identity and mind have been subsumed by this new dad persona.
Agent: Do you recall your life before you were a father?
Clayton: Awh gee there it’s just been so long y’know? I’m not one for dwelling on the past. My kiddos always used to whine and winge like you wouldn’t believe! Ohh but before I settled down I did think about being a historian, matter of fact!
Agent: Really? Well-
Clayton: Course, there’s no future in that! Hah hah hah! Heh.
Agent: Mmhm I see.
When Fisher came up in questioning, AA-0646-A went glassy in the eyes and produced a second variant of AA-0646 from his robe, distinct from the original; this version is decorated with a garish title sticker labelling “Coach Next Door”. Lou over in processing is confident the tape is porn but as the Agency demands, we must discover everything about this Anomalous Artifact, and there is no better test lab rat than our newest Subject Fisher.
While AA-0646-A allegedly changed over the course of a few days, Fisher’s changes were far hastier. Perhaps exacerbated through his frequent and ill advised contact and borderline obsession with AA-0646-A.
As Fisher suggested Agents have neglected to observe what the program actually consists of, but given the subject’s excitement it seems to be somewhere between outright porn and a classic sitcom. After the first viewing, the subject has begun to exhibit increased muscle mass and hair growth.
When momentarily prevented from viewing AA-0646, the subject began to grow frantic before being assuaged by the suggestion of physical exercise. Following this subject’s mass began to increase with even more haste. Subject continued to exercise even after AA-0646 was returned, more so when it began to play once more.
On the second loop the subject grew in height and body hair began to accelerate to a degree agents describe as ‘above average’. While his upper body develops pecs and biceps, his jaw sharpens as it too is overtaken with stubble that befits his new self.
Agents tell me the subject at this point appears to be an ‘otter’. I neglect to follow up. From the images delivered however it is clear the subject is no longer the Fisher we knew and tolerated. Almost nude in the test room, subject’s malfitting underpants are stained and filled with a notable bulge.
Finally, on watch three, much like on subject AA-0646-A’s Day three, the transformation accelerates to totally excise whatever remains of the subject within. Muscle mass still rising, it is soon displaced by fat that befits an ex-jock, clearly the coach next door in question.
Body hair has accelerated from ‘above-average’ to ‘extreme’ and the messy stubble on his face has begun to be speckled with a few white hairs. Subject’s surely thinning hairline is covered by a cheap sweat-stained baseball cap allegedly not given to him by Agents, nor were the jock strap, whistle, or tube socks.
Given AA-646’s ability to generate matter and shape reality Doctor Marquez suggests subjects AA-646-A and AA-646-B, that is ‘Fisher’, be quarantined and their respective instances of AA-646, sealed away from them. The idea is broached with A and B and surprisingly they are amenable, as long as they are quarantined with access together.
This request is deemed acceptable and the Agency will see fit to keep the affected subjects under constant supervision. Though, given the agent’s best guesses as to what is to occur between the pair it remains unclear what intelligence will be gathered. Still, knowledge above all else. We shall see to it that someone decidedly lustless shall oversee the continued research on instances of AA-646.
While Special Agent Fisher’s prior demands may be neglected, at the very least he and Clayton, that is 646-A and 646-B, shall have their needs met by the agency and each other.
Recommended follow up: Agents are to remind cohabitants letter of the federal law to not open mail addressed to others. Agents are to exercise caution around VHS and other vintage recordings. Furthermore any Agents with daddy issues or kinks are to avoid Block 600A until further notice.
Hey everyone! Here is an indirect sequel to Welcome to the Crew to celebrate American Thanksgiving. Please reach out if you ever want to borrow any concepts to include in your own stories. Always happy to collaborate.
“They’re going to love you.” Sarah reassured, “Don’t worry.”
Jack nodded and smiled warmly at his girlfriend as they approached the front door to her parent’s home. The two college juniors had been dating for a little over a year now, and Jack was still madly in love. He never met a girl quite like Sarah. They had been friends since their first year of college, and their chemistry was instantaneous. She was everything he could want- smart, funny, adventurous, and absolutely stunning. He imagined he would ask her to marry him one day.
“I’m not, honestly.” He said, adjusting his collar, “I’m just happy I get to meet your family. They sound like incredible people.” Sarah smiled, “And I brought a secret weapon.” He said nodding to the Pyrex in his hand, “No one can resist my mom’s mashed potatoes.” He flashed her a confident grin- clearly proud of himself, “I mean, I’m not sure how good they’ll be. First time I ever made ‘em.” He laughed.
“You’re such a dork.” Sarah replied, rolling her eyes.
She knocked on the door and was greeted soon by her mother, who quickly pulled them into a firm hug.
“Oh Jack, we’re so happy to finally meet you!” She said, “My little Sarah wasn’t lying, you’re so handsome.”
Jack blushed as she continued to sing him praises. Sarah was right- he didn’t need to worry. Her mother already loved him. She beckoned them indoors and they followed her into the kitchen. Jack felt himself salivating at the smell of the cooking Thanksgiving meal.
“Oh you brought a dish?” Sarah’s mom said, “What a kind thing to do.”
“Yeah of course. What kind of guest would I be if I showed up empty handed?” Jack smiled, “Do you need any...”
The sound of boisterous cheering and a cacophony of ‘let’s go!’ and ‘fuck yeahs!’ filled the air. Sarah’s mom groaned in embarrassment.
“They sure love their football.” she said, shaking her head, “And don’t you worry dear, I think we’ll be okay in here. Sarah’s aunt has been helping me out plenty.” She turned to Sarah, “You might as well introduce him to the boys.”
“It’s just down the hallway.” Sarah said, beckoning her boyfriend to follow.
“Oh Jack, you’re such a sweet young man. My Sarah is so lucky.” She gave him another hug.
Jack followed Sarah down the hall, where the sound of boisterous cheers became more audible. The young man remembered that Sarah had two older brothers, both of whom worked with their dad in some construction job. He just hoped they’d be as accepting of him as her mother.
“Don’t let them scare you.” Sarah said as they opened the door to the man cave.
“Oh shit, its Sarah!”
Her two brothers jumped up from the couch, nearly spilling their beers. Their massive beer guts jiggling as they stood, barely contained by their too tight t-shirts. They pulled Sarah into a tight hug, and Jack was afraid that these massive men might snap her in two. But when their drunken eyes landed on Jack, their smiles faded.
“Who’s this little guy?” One asked.
“This is Jack, my boyfriend.” Sarah replied.
“Looks kinda small.”
“Oh leave the boy alone.” Sarah’s dad said, still sitting on the couch, sipping his beer, “You like football?”
“I watch it from time to time.” Jack replied. He could see her brothers roll their eyes.
“Take a seat. Game is just getting good.” He continued.
Jack turned to Sarah, who rolled her eyes but gave him a nod. The young man smiled slightly and made his way over to the couch, where he was squeezed between Sarah’s dad and her two brothers.
“Tony, Al be nice.” Sarah warned, “That goes for you too, dad.”
The older man let out a deep chuckle that caused his massive gut to shake. He looked over at her and smiled, taking a sip of his beer. Jack watched as Sarah left and shut the door, leaving him trapped in the man cave. The young man shifting uncomfortably between the larger men, the smell of their B.O. and beers invading his nostrils.
“So, you’re dating our sister?” Tony asked, “You treating her well?”
“Of course.” Jack replied, “I...”
“You’re a bit smaller than her last boyfriend.” Al butted in, “God, Colin’s fuckin’ hilarious, you remember that guy?”
“Of course I do. I still go fishing with him.” Tony replied.
“Best pong player ever.” Al laughed, “Could outdrink all of us too, which is not easy.”
“He’s a hard worker.” Sarah’s dad contributed, “Glad I hired him.”
Tony nudged Jack, “You much of a drinker?”
“Not really.” Jack replied, trying his best to ignore their comments about Colin.
In fact, Jack never even tried alcohol. He never saw the appeal and Sarah seemed overjoyed to hear that he didn’t drink too. Seemed like a win-win to him. As for Colin, Sarah told him all he needed to know. He was an asshole- loud, boisterous, and immature. Someone he figured her brothers and father would enjoy.
“Not really? Aw come on, little guy.” Tony said, “Pops, grab him a beer.”
Jack tried to politely decline, but Sarah’s dad fished a beer from the cooler and tossed it to him. He caught it and inspected it closely. It was brown- the color of a football. Some guy in old football gear was on the front. But instead of holding a football, there was a can of Gridiron brew in his hands.
“I think I’m good...”
“Drink it.” Her dad said firmly.
Jack didn’t want to make a bad impression. And if drinking some stupid beer would win them over, then so be it.
“Just a sip.” He thought.
He opened the can and placed it to his lips. He could feel the cold liquid fill his stomach as he drank it. The taste nothing special, if anything, it tasted cheap.
“Oh shit dude, he just chugged it!” Tony laughed, “Let’s go!”
“Did I really?” Jack mumbled, realizing the can was empty, “I burrrppppppppppp.” Jack’s eyes widened and his face flushed with embarrassment, “Ugh I burrrrrrrrrppppppppppppp.”
“Fuck, nice one dude.” Al patted him on the back.
“Yeah, let that shit out.” Tony continued.
But Jack’s eyes were wide with terror. He felt like his entire body was heating up, sweat starting to drip down his face. His mind racing- he drank beer before and never had a reaction like this.
“I think I might be allerg... burrrppppppppppp.”
He could hear Tony and Al’s laughter fill the air. Sarah’s dad continued to stare at the game ahead of him, seemingly unbothered. Jack was hyperventilating now. And despite knowing he shouldn’t, he undid the buttons on his shirt and threw it aside, desperately hoping to cool down.
“Yeah, take it off bro!”
The button down wasn’t enough and Jack peeled off his sweat-soaked undershirt, revealing his lean, firm musculature from years of swimming. He let out a gasp as he watched his taut abs vibrating and his stomach churning, his youthful skin glistening with sweat.
“Please, I need help...” He gasped, closing his eyes tightly as his stomach churned.
He placed a hand to his abs, but instead of their normal firmness, he felt his hand sink into soft flesh. His eyes shot open and he looked down at the pudge that now hid his abs. Feeling the new softness, he let out a gasp as his stomach pushed out again. And again. And again. The growing mass that was once his hard-earned six-pack hung over his waistline, jiggling with each small movement. Jack’s eyes were wide as he pushed against it, almost as if he was willing it to retract.
“Oh my god...” He grunted, realizing as he looked over at Sarah’s brothers that his gut matched theirs, “No, no, no buurrppppppp.”
This time, his lean pecs plumped up with fat, sagging and resting comfortably on his new gut. He winced as adipose rapidly expanded in his legs, arms, and ass- covering his lean musculature in a healthy padding of thick fat proportional to his midsection. Even his once angular and handsome face puffed up with chub, rounding out his previously strong jawline.
“Lookin’ good beanpole.” Al laughed, poking at Jack’s new gut.
“Not much of a beanpole anymore.” Tony replied.
Jack looked back and forth between them, tears stinging his eyes, “Please... please stop this... I’ll do anythaaahhhhhhh.”
Jack scratched desperately at his chest and belly as a rush of testosterone was ravaged his body. His well groomed, light chest hairs darkened and sprouted into a matted, sweaty, curly bush. His dick hairs were not spared as they sprouted into an untamed, musky mess that quickly ascended his entire belly and joined his chest hairs. Jack flung his head back as hairs sprouted from his now round face, forming a messy beard. The young man groaned again as his skin sagged a bit more with age, growing more leathery with each passing second. He placed a hand on his hairy abdomen as he breathed heavily. In and out. In and out. Slowly, Jack opened his eyes, the horror of his ordeal being painfully confirmed.
“What....”
He had so many questions, so many horrifying thoughts. But then he saw it. On the TV screen. He watched as one of the players expertly maneuvered around the defense. Running down the field. The announcers freaking out, growing more excited. And when that player scored a touchdown, Jack jumped up from his seat.
“Fuck yeah, bros! Did you just fuckin’ see that!?” His boisterous yell shook the house and he fist-bumped Tony and Al, “Now that’s what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about!” He collapsed back onto the chair and grinned, “I did the same shit in high school when I played, ya know.” He continued, “Could’ve gone pro too if I wanted.”
Memories of track and college quickly shifted to fit Jack’s new reality. His eyes dulling as years of education vanished and his IQ dropped considerably. The previously well-mannered young man vanishing into a sea of burps, sports, and lost dreams.
“Sure big guy.” Tony said, sipping his beer.
“No for real, dude. I...” His brain paused as he tried to remember details of his life, “Whatever, you’ll just have to believe me.”
The door to the man cave suddenly swung open, revealing the women of the house. Sarah in particular looked livid, her face morphing into a look of horror as she gazed upon the unfamiliar man sitting between her brothers.
“Jack?” Her eyes widened as she gazed upon her boyfriend, “Oh my god, Jack? Is that you?”
“What’s up?” Jack chuckled, “Grab me a beer, would ya babe?”
“Dad, you didn’t!” She shouted, “This is just like Colin.” She stormed away, tears stinging her eyes.
“Geez what’s wrong with her? Women, am I right?” Jack let out another burp, and fist bumped his bros as he stood and grabbed another can of his new favorite brew.
Sarah’s mom and aunt quickly went to go comfort Sarah. Meanwhile, the boys continued shouting at the TV screen, their burps and cheers echoing through the house- Jack remaining blissfully oblivious to the life he once lived. And as the game wound down, Sarah’s dad turned to him.
Andrew dropped his practice pads on the floor next to the door, his football helmet rolling around while he sauntered to the kitchen looking for something to refuel. This summer had been a grueling few months of preparation for his first college football season but he was now in the best shape of his life. His sweaty undershirt stuck to his abs and pecs, showing off his newly defined and muscular torso. Pulling out the ingredients for a protein shake, he heard the television on in the living room. “Sounds like my lazy brother has been watching television all day again,” he thought to himself. Andrew and his twin brother Thomas had always both been athletic guys throughout high school, Andrew on the football team and Thomas a wrestler. Until graduation, the two would workout with each other all the time but after Thomas decided to not do wrestling in college he had begun to become more sedentary. At first it was just him missing an occasional workout but after Andrew had gotten busy with football it seemed like Thomas spent all his time on the couch. Andrew finished making his shake and sat down opposite of his brother who was sitting in a recliner shirtless watching some TV show. Andrew couldn’t help but notice how pudgy his brother had gotten: definitively not chubby but his stomach was no longer flat and had begun to have some softness. His chest and arms looked squishier than they did a month ago around the last time he went to the gym, but the still retained a beefy look from the muscle he still had.
“Yo, how was practice bro?” Thomas asked. “Sure you don’t wanna shower before hopping on the couch? I can smell you from here!” Thomas said with a chuckle. His belly had a slight jiggle to it as he laughed. “Fuck off, dude. At least I am sweating. Your lazy ass hasn’t gotten out of that recliner in a month!” Andrew retorted, standing up from the couch after downing his shake. “You’re getting a little big there, tubs.” As he walked past his twin, he gave him a nice slap on the belly and was surprised by the slight jiggle and recoil it had. His brother retaliated with a playful punch to the arm and said, “Hey, I’m just relaxing this summer I’ll get back into the swing of things in college, you’ll see.” They were both heading off to college in just two weeks, Andrew staying in state and Thomas leaving for a private school. As Andrew walked over to the stairs, he turned around and saw Thomas poking his soft gut. Suddenly he felt a little flustered for some reason. He had only felt this way when he occasionally caught glances of the big lineman on his team changing in the locker room but Thomas was his brother.
After he showered and got dressed, Andrew came back downstairs to find his brother standing in the kitchen with a tub of ice cream in hand. Thomas looked as if he had been digging into the quart for a while given the amount gone from the case and the messy dribbles of melted dairy on his chest. “I guess ice cream is the only thing that’ll get you off you ass, tubs!” Andrew teased as he walked towards his twin to grab a glass of water. “Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself, huh?” Thomas’ attention shot up to his brother and looked ashamed of himself. He hurriedly put the ice cream away and retorted, “Dude, I just got a little hungry don’t judge.” As Andrew passed by his gave Thomas’s side a little squeeze. “Hey bro, eat whatever you want,” Andrew said. “Just don’t blame me when you start to get truly fat. Those love handles are already coming in!” Andrew laughed while his brother looked at his side and checked out the new softness he was starting to get on his torso. It was interesting watching his brother notice the impact his new habits were having on his body. While he definitely wouldn’t admit it, Thomas looked like he was having fun poking and prodding his soft stomach. Andrew felt himself blush at the sight of it and even noticed his dick grow a little hard. He couldn’t help but feeling aroused from watching his twin grow.
The next two weeks before the brothers left for college went along about the same as that day: Andrew leaving for practice with Thomas on the couch. Each day, the football player would come home to his brother pigging out on something in the kitchen only to shamefully put it away. Andrew had to guess Thomas was headed to the grocery store daily with all of the brownies, cookies, cakes, and ice cream he seemed to be putting away. Every time he saw his brother stuffing his face his dick got harder than the last until eventually he found himself needing to rush upstairs to pound one off in the shower. It wasn’t helping Thomas rarely wore a shirt, his exposed torso constantly revealing the damage he’d done to himself over the summer. Andrew would see him play with his newly pudgy stomach and sides, experimenting with how much chub he could grab. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take of seeing his twin blow up, Thomas disappearing to college would definitely help him get over these feelings. Too often while jacking off to some porn his mind would wander, fantasizing about what his twin would look like with even more weight on him.
The night before Thomas was to move out, Andrew had a late craving for some food staying up later than he had due to a break before school started the next day. Walking slowly downstairs as to not wake anybody up he crept to the kitchen in just his underwear. Looking around the corner from the dark he stopped in shock and awe of the sight before him. In the kitchen stood Thomas standing in front of a pile of snacks and desserts, eating the last of his stockpile before he left for college. He was enjoying a plate of brownies at the moment, pushing them into his mouth while he chewed. It was clear he was enjoying himself and without the shame or embarrassment that he wore on his face when Andrew had previously spot him mid-binge. Part of Andrew wondered if Thomas had always pigged out like this and exercising so much helped keep the calories off or if this indulgence was something he had given in to recently. The more he watched the harder he grew and while his twin finished the brownies and started on some ice cream Andrew found himself playing with his now solid cock. The low light below the microwave was providing the perfect illumination of Thomas’s body, exaggerating every new curve on his figure. The more he ate the more distended his stomach became. Andrew could only imagine it wouldn’t be long until he looked like that normally, his puffy pecs resting on a well-stuffed gut.
His dick was more sensitive than ever, feeling every stroke as he continued to watch Thomas stuff his face. When his brother started to drain the melted quart into his mouth, Andrew gave into his urges and pulled the waistband of his underwear down to reveal his dick. Watching his twins throat gulp, he tried to keep the same rhythm on his shaft with long strokes. It felt so wrong to be lusting after his brother, especially in this way, but it was clear to Andrew that these urges wouldn’t be going away for a while. As a little bit of chocolate fudge ice cream dripped off Thomas’s chin so too did precum leak from Andrew’s cock, a foretelling of what might come next. Once Thomas switched to his last treat, a tray of cupcakes, Andrew was close to bursting one out in the hallway. As his twin continued to eat, he slunk back up the stairs and hurried to his bedroom to finish the job. All he could think about was Thomas standing in the kitchen stuffing his face but about one hundred pounds heavier. His mind wandered to sucking on those large tits and playing with his round gut, watching it bounce and jiggle from his hands. It didn’t take long for him to shoot across his chest and stomach, firing off one of the largest loads in his life. All he could do after was lay back and breathe heavily. He felt a little guilty for what he had just done and very relieved that Thomas was about to leave because of the shame he felt but at the same time he couldn’t help but feel the next time he’d see his brother he’d be much bigger.
“Your haircut says a lot about who you are; we make it say the right things” Read the sign for the new barber shop that opened up by some company called Big Pop’s. Liam was in desperate need for a haircut so he was eager to see if they were any good. His fiancé had been getting on him recently for not being as prepared as she was for the wedding. Because if this, he figured he could find a new barber and a after a friend recommended Big Pop’s he figured it would be a good place to start.
As he walked in, a large man greeted him from behind the desk. “Welcome to Big Pop’s, this your first time?” he said with a deep, bellowing voice. “What’s your name son?” Liam felt slightly intimidated by the guy, his booming voice matching his beefy, hairy body. Guys like him normally worked construction, not as barbers. “Yeah this is my first time, the name’s Liam,” Liam replied in a softer voice than usual. “Are you Big Pop?” he asked. “That’s me, the one and the only!” Big Pop responded with a chuckle. He stood up from the desk and Liam was able to fully see just how big he was. At least 6’8 and 420 pounds, Big Pop dwarfed Liam’s 5’11 and 175 pound frame. His gut looked as if he’d inflated a beach ball inside of it and it was barely contained in his shirt.
“Well Liam,” Big Pop spoke again as he started to walk towards the back. “I’ll be sure to give you a haircut I know you’ll love. Now do you want to come get comfortable back here and tell me about yourself?” he continued. Liam walked behind him into a room that looked standard for a barber shop. He was still in awe at the size of his barber who’s massive body jiggled with each step, almost placing Liam into a trance. Normally he found people, especially guys, of this size disgusting but something about Big Pop was almost enticing to him in a strange way. “Now come sit down here and I can get started,” Big Pop said, his loud voice shaking Liam out of his trance before he walked over and sat down.
“I usually decide how to cut my customers hair, is that alright?. Barbers can know ya better than ya self most of the time,” Big Pop said with a chuckle. Liam’s hair had begun to stand up on its ends as he stared into the mirror with the large man behind him, completely surrounding Liam’s silhouette. “Yeah that works for me,” Liam squeaked out in response. Soon the barber began to work his magic, sliding around Liam with grace he never would’ve expected from such a big man. Throughout the cut, his gut would rub against Liam sending shivers down his spine and into his dick. With each press of Big Pop’s belly into Liam’s back, his dick grew harder and harder. So distracted by the physical contact, Liam barely noticed his body slowly growing.
Soon the changes were being to stretch his clothes but Liam hadn’t noticed. Big Pop had gotten more and more sensual with his contact throughout the haircut, now being sure to give Liam massages if he had a free hand and occasionally placing his gut in his clients lap to reach over his front. It was clear Liam was enjoying all of it, completely enthralled with Big Pop’s body as his dick grew hard from the tension. By now his own gut had begun to stretch across his lap and his arms had gotten flabby. Big, chubby tits had replaced his once hard pecs and his face had gotten rounder. Most impressively, his thighs had grown incredibly fat and juicy and were beginning to threaten to split the fabric of his shorts. He had to have gained at least 100 pounds, At this point Big Pop was nearly finished with the haircut, opting to give the fatty in his barber chair a buzz cut for the summer heat.
As the last part of his hair was buzzed down, Liam’s body went through a rapid growth to end his transformation. “All done big man,” Big Pop said with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll like it, that’s the Big Pop guarantee!” Piling on another 75 pounds with the final stroke, the man burst out of his clothing in a spectacular fashion. A belly that was approaching the size of Big Pop’s had ruptured his t-shirt in multiple places causing the fabric to almost explode off his ballooning torso. His giant tits hung over his stomach like over filled water balloons that completed his equally enlarged arms which had once been toned and muscular. His thighs had now tripled in size and as thick as columns, barely being contained by his underwear. It was incredible how large they had become, all the muscle that he had worked hard to build had melted away into twice as much fat that jiggled as he stood up from the chair.
Unsure of how this transformation had happened, Liam could only stare into the mirror at his big, squishy new body. No longer did Big Pop’s silhouette engulf his, now the two were much closer in size. He could not even remember being muscular and fit anymore, just a huge, lazy ex jock who replaced working out with eating after college. He started to wonder what his fiancé would think about the change until he saw motion behind him in the mirror. Turning around he saw Big Pop’s pants belt undone and zipper down with a thick, veiny, rock hard cock staring back at him. “Now big guy, I’m gonna need somethin’ in exchange for your new look,” Big Pop said then started to stroke his huge penis. “I can’t take cash at the moment but I’m sure ya figure somethin’ out.” Liam barely thought about what he was doing and got on his knees, put his mouth around Big Pop’s dick, and began to suck. With his new body, he doubted his fiancé would want to continue on with the wedding and he wasn’t too upset, turns out dick is much more up his alley.
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