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Awaken the Beast

10...

11...

12.

You count in your mind, finally finishing your last set. You wipe down the seat before making your way back to the locker room. Though you get distracted when you pass by a large mirror spanning from the floor to the ceiling. It kinda shocks you seeing the gains you've gotten in the past couple of months since you decided to go to the gym. You crouch down and pull out your phone, taking a mirror selfie.

You smile, proud of your accomplishments before getting up and continuing to the locker room. As you walk, you keep glancing over to the mirror and flexing. You're looking over so much in fact, that you run right into someone.

"Sorry man, I wasn't looking where I was going." You say as you turn towards the man you just bumped into.

"Holy shit! This guy's massive." You think as the beast of a man turns toward you.

He locks eyes with you, and something in you changes. He starts flexing as you stare intently. Normally you would just walk away, as any normal person would, but you can't seem to move. You don't want to move. You want to stay and watch him.

With every pose the man strikes, you grow more infatuated. His massive biceps, his juicy pecs, and the hair covering every part of his body but his shiny bald head. You're not gay but some part of you wants him, but you also want to be him, you want everything to do with him.

The beast smiles. You have completely fallen for his trap. He whistles at you like your his pet, and you follow along mindlessly. You follow him to the locker room, where he drags you into one of the shower stalls and pins you against the wall. You can feel his hard cock press into your lower back as he holds you against the wall. Normally this would never turn you on, but the growing pre-cum stain in your shorts says otherwise.

The beast's heavy breaths fall on the back of your neck, shooting tingles down your spine. His shorts drop to his ankles, and all you feel is his 8 inch rod tap against your back a couple times. Suddenly you feel the cold air against your bare ass when he pulls down your shorts. He spits on his dick and slowly sticks the tip into your tight ass. Almost like instinct, a loud moan escapes your lips. Like a mix of painful groans and pleasured moans, your voice echoed through the empty locker room.

Your hands clench the walls as his cock slips further and further into you. Just when you think he's fully inside you, he keeps pushing. You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear his tennis ball sized testicles clap against your ass.

The beast quickly pulls his hips back, and prepares for round two. He thrusts his immense weight into you so hard that the wall creaks under the force. And as his balls clap against your ass, a wave of power surges through you. Your thighs pulse as the muscles swell, your abs become more defined, and your chest thickens into two solid pecs. He thrusts again and your biceps surge with strength, your shoulders broaden, and your chin becomes more square.

Every time the beast's cock penetrates you, every part of your body grows. Your thighs swell to the size of tree trunks and your feet burst out of your tiny shoes. Your skin tight gym shorts rip to shreds as your ass grows round and juicy, and even your average 6 inch dick nearly doubled in size to a monstrous 11 inches, a breeding machine.

The beast speeds up as his groans become louder. With each thrust, a wave of power rushes through you and you lose more and more of the man you once were. Your perspective grows higher and higher as your spine elongates until you can see over the shower stall. You can feel the beast's beard rubbing against the middle of your back when it used to rub against the back of your neck. The height doesn't make you look any less jacked, however, as your shoulders continue to broaden. Your tiny tang top doesn't stand a chance as your chest expands into two massive mounds of muscle. Your biceps swell to the size of melons, putting bodybuilders to shame. Even your hands grow thick and calloused, making anything look comically small when you hold it.

The beast is growling like an animal as he thrusts his entire weight into you. And you hardly even noticed your moans becoming deep and gruff, sounding more and more like the beast behind you. You can tell he's close, but your transformation has yet to end. Your jaw cracks as it becomes wide and square, and your brow bone starts to stick out more making you look more primitive. Dark stubble starts to engulf your face, but quickly spreads down to the rest of your body, covering you in a thick pelt of hair.

The beast growls louder and louder until he lets out a primal roar that shakes the entire locker room. At the same time you feel a warm liquid fill you like a donut. It's the point of no return, any piece of the man you were this morning is never coming back. There is just the beast now.

You stumble out of the shower stall, still getting used to the soreness between your legs. You find an oversized set of gym clothes sitting on a bench and throw them on your hulking body. That's when you spot yourself in a mirror. In an instant, sex drive floods your body. You pull out your phone to take a picture of yourself flexing.

Your hand wanders to your crotch, wanting to be released from your need for sex. But the beast grabs your wrist and pulls it back.

"Not yet, you know what you need to do." The beast whispers into your ear.

Like a soldier given an order, you drop everything and walk over to the gym. Your eyes scan the gym and quickly spot a young man on the bench press. Your strong instinct kicks in. Such a weak pathetic little man, he needs to be saved.

You walk up from behind and start spotting the young man. You can see a nervous expression on his face when he sees a beast like you. When he starts to grow tired, you grab the bar and start pumping it up and down above his head. His body seems to go numb as his eyes focus on your bulging muscles, he has completely fallen for your trap.

A cocky smile forms on your face as you put the bar down and prepare to catch your prey. You pull him off the bench and onto his knees, where his head is perfectly aligned with your crotch. You pull down your shorts and whip out your cock, his eyes widen as he sees the 11 inch monster in front of him. Your massive hands grab the back of his head as he opens his mouth. He struggles to take your cock, but eventually you feel your tip hit the back of his throat.

The intense pleasure feels like electricity coursing through your body as his tongue dances on your dick. You can feel your hips buckling as you pump his head back and forth. Your primal grunting grows louder and louder, and you couldn't care less about what the other gym goers see. Right now it's just you and your prey.

You growl as you climax, shooting ropes of your seed into the young man's mouth. You were so focused on yourself, that you didn't even notice his muscles were much larger than they were before and his shirt looks much tighter against his body. You watch in satisfaction as he swallows, all while a thick salt and pepper beard grows over his aging face. His transformation accelerates as your seed travels through his body. His pecs bulge out of his tang top as his biceps swell to the size of melons. His ass expands into two fat but perky cheeks as his thighs double in size.

As his transformation slows down, he sits up on the bench. You watch as he intensely stares at his reflection, the massive bulge in his shorts growing as he does.

You grab his chin, pulling his gaze towards you.

"Not now. You know what you need to do." You growl.

The beast gets up and scouts the gym. Most of the men in the gym have already had their beasts awakened, so you'll just have to find prey elsewhere. There's plenty to choose from out there, and you'll never be satisfied until every man has awakened the beast inside.

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“Transform me into a dad,” Jason said, handing me the ray gun. It was dark, metallic, and said DADBLASTER on the side.

I shrugged. “Okay, dude,” and pulled the trigger.

He was enveloped in a ray of green light for a moment, and when it faded, he was naked. I could see his thin, wiry body standing in front of me, hairless, and his shocked expression.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, looking down at himself. “I feel it!”

He rubbed his chest, and sure enough I could see dark hair sprouting across it. He looked back up to me in time for a moustache to appear over his upper lip.

“Bro,” he moaned, his voice deeper. “I’m becoming a dad! Fuuuuuck!” I raised his arms up and flexed, and they bulked with muscle. Dark pit hair grew in under his arms, and his chest barrelled out with muscle.

“Feels fuckin’ good,” he groaned, growing taller before my eyes. He looked down at me and grinned. “You look so little now, dude!”

I felt so small compared to him. “You look amazing,” I said. “Transform me next?”

“Yeah, kiddo,” he laughed, picking up another raygun. “But not into a dad.” He pulled the trigger and I felt the warm light engulf me just as I caught a glimpse of the words on the side: PUP BLASTER.

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Boss' Side Hustle

You close your computer and get ready to head home after a long day of handing out parking tickets and doing paperwork. The police chief has been dealing you the worst jobs in the precinct, but you're new so you understand.

"Yo Peterson, get over here." One of your coworkers yells at you from across the precinct. You look over, squinting for a moment before recognizing him. He looks... different than he did last time you saw him. His uniform is a lot tighter around his muscles than it usually is, and he's started growing out a beard, something he's never done before.

You walk over to see a crowd of officers crowded around a tv that's attached to the wall. Like moths to a flame, they're glued to the screen.

"You seeing this? This is the craziest wrestling match I've seen in a long time." Your coworker continues, getting giddy as he talks about wrestling.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely..." You dismiss him.

No one around here had ever been interested in wrestling until about a week ago. Then, one by one, everyone at the precinct got hooked on it. That and the fact that they all seemed to become muscle gods overnight, its suspicious. You haven't been able to stop thinking about it, and investigating it has been able to scratch an itch that your job hasn't been able to.

It all seemed to start with the chief. He was the first one who got hooked on wrestling before it spread to the rest of the precinct like a plague.

"Have a good night boys, I'll see you tomorrow." The chief says as he leaves his office.

The group of men wave goodbye before bringing their attention right back to the wrestling match.

"I gotta head out too." You say before following the chief, but it's not like any of them were paying attention.

You follow the chief out into the parking lot and watch him get into his car. You quickly follow, using your police training to not get noticed, but you struggle to hide your nerves. Sweat is staining your uniform, all you can think about is whether you're wrong about this. You're risking your job on a hunch. But your gut tells you to continue, so you do. You follow him until he pulls into the parking lot of what looks like an abandoned gym. You park across the street and follow him inside.

The further you go into the building, the louder it gets. It sounds almost like cheering. You open a door that brings you into a large open room, there's a small wrestling ring into the middle with a crowd of people surrounding it. You push through the crowd, finally catching up with the chief. He's in the ring.

"Stop right there, Chief." You yell as you jump into the ring, holding out your taser towards your boss.

"Peterson?" He chuckles. "You followed me here?"

"I want to know what you're up to." You try to control the situation, but the sweat dripping down your face makes it obvious how scared you are.

"Aw, you felt left out, didn't ya buddy?" The chief taunts you as he slowly approaches. "The desk jockey just had to prove himself, huh?" He sports a cocky grin as he gets up close, knowing you won't do shit to stop him. "Since you're feeling so left out, how 'bout I let you in on all of the fun."

He lunges at you, grabbing the taser out of your hand and knocking you off balance. He grabs the back of your head and pushes your face into his armpit. His stench invades your nostrils and his sweat smears across your face. You try to pull away, but he's much stronger than you.

"Breathe boy, it'll help you grow big and strong." He whispers in your ear.

You try to hold your breath for as long as possible, but eventually you have no choice. You grasp for air, coughing as the fumes enter your body.

"Atta boy." He says.

Something feels off. Your skin starts to burn as your clothes feel tighter and tighter. You can hear the buttons on your uniform pop off one by one as your body grows. Soon enough, every button on your uniform has ripped off, leaving your shirt wide open and revealing your toned body. Your stomach ripples as a defined six pack forms on your abs, and your chest rises into two meaty pecs. Your sleeves rip open as your biceps swell to the size of a football and your shirt finally rips in half as your shoulders broaden.

"You like that, don't ya boy." The chief says as you stop struggling. You've started to relax, besides, you're starting to like the smell of his armpit. It's even starting to make you hard. "Oh, you do like that." The chief laughs as he sees the bulge forming in your pants.

Your belt rips in half as your ass starts to expand, filling out the space in your pants. Though it doesn't take long for them to tear right down the seam, letting the crowd see the growing bulge in your underwear. The rest of your pants rip to shreds as your legs thicken to the size of tree trunks.

By this point, you're taking deep breaths and even licking the chiefs sweaty pit just to get more of his musk. He's got you hooked.

"Atta boy, you're comin along." He growls.

You suddenly feel an intense itch erupt all across your body as dark hairs sprout from your sweaty skin. First your pecs are covered in a pelt of hair which spreads down to your six pack and around to your back. Then a forest of hair grows on your arms and legs. Finally growing along your jawline, giving you a five o'clock shadow that's quickly growing into a full beard.

"That's it, boy. Look at how far you've come." He says proudly as he loosens his grip.

He pulls you out of his pit and you hear the crowd roar.

"They're cheering for ya boy, get up!" The chief says.

You get to your feet, now towering over your boss. Looking around, you recognize many of your coworkers in the crowd, cheering for you. It lights a fire in you. You walk to the center of the ring and prepare to fight.

--- Epilogue ---

You drag a thief into the precinct and toss him into a cell after a long day of chasing down criminals. The police chief has been giving you the most important jobs lately, but with how strong you are, you understand.

"Yo Peterson, get over here." Your best bud yells at you from across the precinct.

You run over to see a replay of your wrestling match with the chief last night. All the guys are basically drooling over you after you wiped the floor with the chief. Your basking in the glory when someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn to see... no one. But after a moment, you look down to see a younger looking guy in an oversized police uniform.

The guy clears his throat before talking. "Ugh hey, so I've struggled to put on muscle even when training for the police academy, what's your secret."

You look at your massive biceps and smile. "Want me to show you, buddy?"

"Yeah!" The guy seems to light up.

You grab the back of his head and stuff it into your armpit.

"Breathe buddy, it'll help you grow big and strong."

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Shredders New Goon

"Shit! They came earlier than I thought." You panic as you scramble through your apartment.

"Hey pipsqueak, open the door before we bust it down." Rocksteady yelled with a hearty laugh.

"Ughhh, just a sec!" You respond.

Lifting up your mattress, you find a roll of cash underneath.

"Oh thank God" you breathe a sigh of relief, giving the money a kiss.

But as you're walking back to the front door, you hear heavy footsteps rapidly approaching. Suddenly Bebop comes barreling through the door, smashing it into many pieces.

"What... The... Fuck..." You mumble as Bebop stands up in front of you.

Your eyes follow him up as he stands at a towering 7 feet. His nose resembles that of a hog, and he has four tusks sticking out of his face that accent his bright purple hair. Looking down, you see his hulking gut and thick man tits bulging out of his leather vest, matching his thick leathery skin.

"You look starstruck buddy, you like what you see?" He gives his belly a jiggle.

"Bebop? What happened to you?"

"Da boss gave me a promotion." Bebop says with a wink.

Your shock only grows when you see his right hand man, Rocksteady enter the apartment. He has a similarly hulking body, with a big gut and leathery skin. But he has a large snout with horns sticking out of it, and little ears poking out of his leather cap.

"You too?"

"Yeah baby! You have no idea how good this feels" He responds while flexing his gigantic arms.

"Well you will soon." Bebop interjected.

"Shut up, man. It's supposed to be a surprise." Rocksteady punches him on the shoulder.

"He was gonna find out anyway." Bebop argued.

"Wait, wait. This is all just a misunderstanding. I have Shredders money. Here, take it." You nervously approach the two beasts with the roll of money.

They simply laugh in response.

"We didn't come to collect debt. No you're too late for that." Rocksteady continues laughing.

"We came to recruit you." Bebop says.

"No, no. You said to get the money and I got the money. I don't work for Shredder." You try to talk your way out of it.

"Things change pipsqueak. Besides, workin for the boss ain't so bad." Rocksteady smiles as he grabs your arm and pulls you in.

You try to resist, but he's so strong that it doesn't feel like you're even making him try. Bebop then pulls out a needle from his pocket and jabs it into your arm. Your insides burn as he injects the purple liquid into your veins, but the pain is quickly mixed with pleasure as your body begins to grow.

You look down at your arm, seeing your muscles twitch as they grow. Your biceps grow as thick as your head and your forearms aren't much smaller. Then the skin around the needle starts to thicken, becoming grey and leathery, just like Bebop and Rocksteady.

The serum starts to rapidly circulate around the rest of your body. You notice your height increasing, inching you ever closer to their staggering 7 feet. Your shirt tightens as your stomach starts to inflate, at first just slightly riding it up but then fully ripping through it as your belly rounds out. Your pecs follow suit, growing soft and flabby as they lose all definition and sag into your gut.

"What.. are you.. doing to me?" You manage to say.

"Why don't you look for yourself, big guy." Bebop holds up a mirror.

You watch in horror as your face becomes fat and round as your nose lengthens into what looks like a snout. Small tusks start to grow beneath the skin around your mouth and your ears become massive.

You're distracted when your pants begin to rip open. Your ass is expanding with fat and your thighs are thickening to the point that it's harder to walk. You bend over, trying to release the pressure and making your pants split down the back, revealing a thin tail with a tuft of fur on the end.

You regain your balance and stand up straight again, getting a full view of your face in the mirror again. Your snout continues to grow into a long trunk and your tusks grow large and imposing. It complements your round face, huge ears, and leathery skin. Something about it looks... kinda sick. You strike a couple poses in the mirror, showing off your new heft and it suddenly makes you feel really confident in yourself.

"Woah, he's an Elephant." Rocksteady says excitedly.

"Damn, look at that trunk. I wonder what I can do." Bebop chuckles.

Your thickened hands wander down your crotch and massage the small bump under your straining pants. But as you grope it, it starts to grow longer and thicker. It creates a large bulge that snakes down the leg of your pants, growing over a foot long as you rub it. Meanwhile, your feet start to grow into large circular pads that quickly burst through your tiny shoes.

"How do you feel?" Bebop asks.

You stand there for a moment, trying to get used to how your trunk moves. You glide it across your gut and up to your tits, giving them a bounce.

"I feel... So good bro.." you respond with a dumb chuckle.

"My man!" The two say in unison.

"Now why don't we get you dressed up to meet da boss." Rocksteady says as he pulls out an oversized set leather jacket and cap.

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Bigification's Masterpost

Fat Transformations;

Shredders New Goon: Bebop and Rocksteady come to collect your debt, but money won't cut it anymore so they turn you into an animalistic goon just like them.

Dadbod: A man is finally ready to become a father as him and his husband's bodies grow into fatherhood.

Preston's 21st: Inspired by Fattystoriez. A young man attempts to reconnect with his biological father, only to discover his family's fatty traditions.

Bigger and Better X Men: In an attempt to strengthen mutants, Magneto accidentally dooms all mutants to an obese fate.

Nice Throw; Part 1; Part 2: A football team is sabotaged before their big game, turning them into obese versions of themselves.

Just Like Them: In the apocalypse, you're cornered against a horde of obese men who want nothing more than to make you just like them.

Big Bears Beer: A Twinkish model gets booked for a beer commercial and grows into the role.

A Dad's Brew: Two young men buy some beer from a creepy old guy, quickly growing in age and in weight as they become beer lovin' dad's.

Somethings in the Water: Team captain takes on a coaching role for his newly fattened team after drinking some spiked water.

X Factor: Wolverine is in for a rough time while investigating the sudden fattening of Cyclops.

Corporate: A rich party animal is forced to take on a job at his father's company, turning him into a fat and complacent office worker.

Hiking Clothes: Man transforms into the original owner of his newly acquired hiking clothes, before gifting his clothes to the next man he comes across.

Careful What You Wish For; Mark 1, Mark 2: A mischievous genie transforms some naive men into much fatter and older versions of themselves.

How to Deal With the Cops: A criminal spreads a fattening virus around the local police station.

Carrier: A mosquito carrying a fattening disease bites a man during a hike. Comes with 5 alternative stories.

New Salesman: Man shows up to buy a new horse for his ranch, but is transformed into a fat salesman.

American Tourist: A tour guide mistakes a British man for a fat American, but he's no longer mistaken by the end of the tour.

Step Daddy: A young man transforms his stepdad into a horny bear.

Jealousy, Jealousy: Jealous army recruit transforms his overachieving roommate into a fat lazy slob.

Tag You're Fat: Frat bros play a fun game of tag you're fat, where you transform into fat slobs when tagged.

Just One of the Boys: A young man hitchhikes with a group of rowdy older men on their way to a fishing trip, but he slowly becomes more and more like them until he joins them on their trip.

Sculptor: Artist sculps a man's body in his image of beauty.

Family Business: Young man doesn't want to take over his family business, but he changes his mind, and body, rather quickly after grabbing the keys.

Gamer Dad: Man becomes a dad like he always wanted, at the cost of his waistline.

Coach's New Uniforms: Team captain despises their new obese coach, but his new uniforms change the team's minds and bodies.

Whale Beach: An envious man brings his coworker to Whale Beach with the intent of turning him into an obese slob, but the plan doesn't go exactly as intended.

Fit to Fat to Fit: A couple is sad about becoming fat in their thirties, so they hire a trainer and make him fat so they can all lose the weight together.

Forced Popping: Man uses a 'popping powder' to make another man obese, but the man tracks him down and returns the favour.

Fat Transference: A dad uses his power to transfer fat between himself and others to ruin the career of his sons college rugby rival.

The Ex-Jockifier: A football team is gifted the 'ex-jockifier' which one by one transforms them into fat and loyal football players.

Road Rage: A group of reckless drivers transforms an angry driver into a fat slob.

Muscle Transformations;

Awaken The Beast: A beast of a man entrances a gym goer, awakening his inner beast and turning him into a muscled hunk.

Boss' Side Hustle: A rookie police officer becomes a ripped wrestler after finding too much about his boss' side Hustle.

Sports Car: A depressed gym goer becomes a rich cocky gym bro after entering the wrong car.

Bodybuilder Expo: After a charming encounter with a bodybuilder, a young construction worker is transformed into a hunky bodybuilder.

Father of the Group: The most reserved guy in the group transforms into a father figure for the friend group.

You Look Like Your Father: After joining the football team, the young man is transformed into his football prodigy father.

Spreading Leather: A leather clad cop arrests you, slowly turning you into a soldier with the sole purpose of spreading leather.

Special Perfume: A sketchy guy offers you a perfume with promises of muscle growth, with a few insignificant side effects.

Lumberjack: A young man tries to escape his family's lumberjacking business, but one trip to the hardware store changes his mind.

The Trailer: You dare your friend to break into a creepy abandoned trailer, but the man who exits the trailer is unrecognizable.

Pretty Eyes: Your manipulative boyfriend transforms you into his ideal man.

Handlebars: College freshman starts to become more like his older jock roommate than he thought.

Star of the Show: The assistant of an asshole billionaire accidentally activates a machine that turns him into a hunky bodybuilder.

Coach's Emergency Line: The team's benchwarmer activates the coach's emergency line when he doesn't show up for their game, transforming him into the coach.

Under New Management: A white man shows up for an interview to become the new manager of an Arab-owned gym. He's shocked to find out he got the job, soon becoming the proud Arab owner of his gym.

Love, Lust, and Leather: Two cops are transformed into gay leather daddies.

Fat and Muscle Transformations;

Click: A group of young men find a reality warping remote that transforms them into the future versions of themselves.

Military Entertainment: After being kidnapped, you are transformed into the greasy manager of a military strip club.

Twisted Valentines: Cupid transforms two couples at the request of a mysterious man.

A Large Pair of Swim Shorts: A group of men find a comically large pair of swim shorts on the beach, but one of them grows into them after putting them on as a joke.

New Years Resolutions: As a new family tradition, you write down three new years resolutions and watch your reality change to match them.

Avengers Assemble: A group of young men grow into their costumes after being invited to an avengers themed Halloween party.

Prom King: A man desperately tries to lose fat before his high school reunion, but his body pays the price.

New Recruit: A young man is transformed into a biker gang's latest recruit.

Beach Bears: Two young men make advances towards a pair of older women at the beach, in response the women transform them into two hunky gay bears.

Haunted: A couple tours a house they want to move into, but the ghosts of the previous owners possess and transform their bodies into their own images.

Bear Darts: College student transforms all of his profs into hunky bears using darts he bought online, but soon gets the favour returned to him.

Giants: Man is kidnapped by giants and transformed into one of them.

Gainers Roulette: Six darts, four increase muscle mass, and two increase age and fat mass. Will you risk it for a better body?

Malleable: Human is transformed many times to test the human body's flexibility.

Hot Coaches: College student imagines his coaches transforming into stronger, fatter, and hotter versions of themselves.

Spiked: Man is starved of attention from his roommate, so he spikes his drinks with a fattening powder to make him less likely to hook up with other guys, but the plan somewhat backfires.

Midas Touch - Prologue: Three men discover they have transformative powers after a car accident.

Inside Out: The app that transforms the outside to match the inside. Mo - Elijah - Blake and Will

A Collection of Link Transformation: A series of four short stories where link from the Legend of Zelda is transformed into other Zelda characters.

Mysterious Potions: Two men break into their boss's evil lair and drink random potions they find inside, transforming them into miscellaneous things.

A Dad's World: A man reports his findings of a disease that has transformed almost every man on Earth into various classes of 'Dads'.

The Distributor: The god of time, Chronos, uses the distributor to transfer traits including fat and muscle mass, height, race, and age between all of the gym goers.

Animated Transformations;

Animated Muscle TF

Animated Fat TF

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Do you think you'll ever make a sequel for Bear Darts or Tag you're fat?

I could be convinced... If anyone has a good idea for a sequel, I would write it.

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Sports Car - A TF Short

Carl frowned at the sight of his reflection in the mirror. His thin arms struggled to show any definition despite his efforts to flex. He had been going to the gym for months now, but it yielded no results. He even bought a loose tang top as encouragement to grow into, but it only made him sad that it looked just as loose as the day he bought it.

He held his head down as he left the locker room of his local gym and headed to the exit. Any time he looked up, he was met with the sight of massive guys with bulging muscles.

He left the building, debating whether he should ever go back. All this work, and all it's gotten him is more pain. The decision weighs heavy on his mind as he walks the maze-like parking lot. He unlocked the car and got in, completely missing the fact that it was not his car at all. He threw his bag in the bag seat, ignoring the shiny leather seats. His nose twitched as he got a whiff of the musky smell that permeated the car, but once again decided to ignore it. Pressing the start button, the car somehow started, despite the fact that he only had the keys to a completely different car. His eyes lit up as the futuristic display on his dash came to life, a stark contract to the set of broken manual displays on his car. Despite all this, Carl remained oblivious to the fact he was in another man's luxury sports car.

He pulled the seat belt over his scrawny body. As he locked in the seatbelt, the click echoed throughout his body. Suddenly his flat chest started to rise like a loaf of bread, creating two solid mounds of muscle. His pecs continued to grow until his tang top wrapped tight against his skin, leaving very little to the imagination. Then his shoulders broadened, complementing his massive pecs and further tightening his tang top. It didn't take long for his biceps to grow, expanding until they were nearly the size of his head. Even his hands grew into thick man hands that matched his hulking biceps.

His spine started to grow longer until his head nearly reached the roof of his car. All the while the muscles on his back swelled until there was a landscape of defined muscles covering his entire back. Also, his waist slimmed down while a perfectly defined six pack formed on his stomach, giving him a top heavy body shape. Continuing downward, his flat ass started to inflate, growing with the perfect amount of muscle and fat to make his ass juicy and perky. And his unimpressive 5 inch dick also began to grow, snaking its way down his gym shorts. Every second it surges forward, finally stopping at 8 inches in length while soft and leaving a permanent bulge in his pants.

Aaron wouldn't dare skip leg day, as a result his thighs started to thicken, growing until they threatened to burst through his tiny gym shorts. His legs also grew longer, further adding to his newfound height and leaving him at a staggering 6"4. Unsurprisingly, his feet grew 8 sizes to reflect the hulking size of his body.

Finally his face started to change. His patchy stubble evened out into a well trimmed beard, perfectly showing off his much sharper jawline. His cheeks thinned out and his brow bone became more pronounced, making him look manlier. And his hair started to darken from a dirty blonde to dark brown, better matching his tanned skin.

As Aaron settled into his body, a few of his gym bros walked by. He decided to put on a show and bounce his pecs for them, something he often did for his boys. They all flexed in response, prompting a smile from Aaron. After all, how could he be sad after a good workout with the boys.

He revved his engine and sped out of the parking lot, showing off his over confidence with his loud sports car. He was rich and he was hot, life could not be better.

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Bodybuilder Expo

"Another day, another dollar." You tell yourself as you pull into the construction site.

It's the same thing you tell yourself everyday before work. It usually reminds you why you need to do this, and motivates you enough to get through the day. Though it doesn't stop you longing for something more.

"At least the sun's coming out." You mumble as you pull off your toque and jacket.

You walk through the empty site searching for your foreman, but to no avail. All you find is a uniform sitting in the dirt, most likely left there from the day before. It's not uncommon for your foreman to be late, so you find a stack of skids to sit on and wait.

Your mind wanders for a brief moment of silence, before an unfamiliar voice breaks it.

"Hey man... Do you know where the beach is?"

His voice sounded slow but somewhat charming. You turn towards the voice and see the most ripped man you've ever seen. His arms and legs are thicker than your head and covered in veins. Every muscle in his body is bulging under his artificially tanned skin and glistening in the sun as he's wearing nothing but a speedo and sandals. You watch in awe as he walks towards you, the world seems to slow down. He places his hand on the skid and leans toward you, letting you see every detail of his perfectly toned body. You stare at his muscles, admiring the god in front of you.

"You okay man?" He asks, snapping you out of your trance.

"Ugh, yeah it's just around this building." You say, pointing behind you.

"Thanks buddy." He flashes a charming smile and slaps you on the shoulder.

Without shame, you stare at him as he walks away. But in a moment of clarity, you notice a pair of sunglasses sitting beside you. They must be his.

"You forgot your sunglasses!" You shout while waving the glasses in the air.

The man turns his head, barely letting you see the smirk on his face as he says, "Keep 'em." Before walking out of sight.

You feel bad for a moment, but that quickly goes away when you realize you just got a free pair of sunglasses. You quickly slip them on, happy to have some reprieve from the sun.

A wave of confidence flows through you as you imagine how hot you look with the glasses on. Your shoulders relax and you lean back, the sudden confidence making life seem a lot less stressful.

*CRACK!*

A loud noise echoes through your head, making you jump up. It was your jaw. You run your hand along your jaw, feeling the sharp edges of your much wider and squared out jaw. You even feel prickly hairs grow in, making your patchy facial hair into a well trimmed beard.

*Shwoomp*

You hear another noise as you explore your jaw. Your hands move upwards, feeling the weathered skin over your much more defined cheekbones. Your fingers run through wrinkles that were not there this morning as you feel your brow bone growing more prominent. You even notice that your nose has grown significantly.

What is happening?

Your mind struggles to process what has just happened, almost like a dense fog has flooded your brain. You slowly take off the sunglasses and turn them around, looking at the stranger in the reflection.

It takes you a moment to realize it's you. Somewhere under the wrinkled skin and sharp bone structure is still you. You tilt your head back and forth just to confirm.

Deep down, you know you should be scared but you can't be bothered enough to care. If anything, that sudden confidence is growing stronger the longer you look at yourself in the mirror. You're so distracted that you fail to notice the rest of your body changing.

The sunglasses begin to look smaller and smaller as your hands start to grow. Each finger thickens as your hands double in size. Then your forearms grow larger than your biceps, with defined muscles and veins covering the surface. Your biceps explode with muscle, easily ripping through your tiny sleeves as they grow as big as your head. Similar to your forearms, veins surface all along the mounds of muscle on your biceps.

Finally, you notice the changes in your arms. You put the sunglasses back and flex your biceps, letting out a chuckle as you admire yourself. As you do so, your shoulders broaden as your traps rise like a loaf of bread, making your arms look even larger.

The transformation spreads through the rest of your body like an infection, first to your chest. Your flabby pecs twitch as the muscles start to inflate. All the fat melts away, leaving two giant slabs of meat that create a shelf over your stomach. Speaking of your stomach, your small belly begins to grow. It surges outward into a thick muscle gut that tears right through your shirt before the fat melts away, leaving behind a perfect set of washboard abs.

You stumble forward, not used to your changing center of gravity. You grab on to some scaffolding, a fleeting reminder of your old life, a life that's currently fading away under hundreds of pounds of muscle. But the transformation is far from over.

Your jeans start to tighten around your expanding ass. First your belt snaps, then the button pops off. You lean forward, trying to relieve the growing pressure.

*RIIPPP*

Your jeans tear in half straight down your crack, letting them fall to the floor. You let out a moan as the pressure is released, noticing how deep your voice has become. But that only makes you more horny about your testosterone fueled body. Your hand drifts down your rock hard abs and towards your crotch. Pulling back your skin tight underwear, you warp your massive man hands around your dick. It feels small in comparison to your hands, but that doesn't last. With each stroke, your cock grows longer and thicker. 7 inches, 8, 9, 10 inches and as thick as a pop can. Your knees tremble as ropes and ropes of cum shoot onto the wall in front of you. Your legs nearly give out after the near thirty second orgasm, but they've grown much stronger in the meantime. Even your feet have grown at least 10 sizes, leaving your boots in pieces.

As the transformation comes to an end, you start to compose yourself. You stand up straight, reaching a hulking 6"5, and puff your chest out, letting your fake tanned skin glisten in the sun.

As you're basking in the sun, a vehicle comes around the corner. A familiar looking man with a thick gut hops out of the truck and walks toward you. All you think about is how pathetic it is for a man to let himself go like that. But as he approaches, you take off your sunglasses and put on a fake smile.

"Sir, you're on a private construction site. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." He says in an angry tone.

"Sorry, I just got turned around. Do you know where the beach is?" You ask.

"Ya, it's just around the building." He scoffs.

"Thanks buddy." You flash a charming smile and slap the side of his gut, leaving the sunglasses on his belt.

You turn and walk towards the beach, giving a perfect view of your ass to the construction worker.

"Hey! You forgot your sunglasses!" The man yells as he realizes you left them behind.

You turn your head with a smirk and say, "Keep 'em." Before walking around the building.

It's not a long walk until you get to the beach. There's loud music and sweaty guys all over the place, just your kind of scene. You absent mindedly walk behind some sort of stage where a man whistles you over.

"You're late! Where were you?" Your agent yells as you approach him.

"Just got a bit lost." You say trying not to laugh.

"I don't want to hear excuses, you're on in one." He panics.

He grabs a razor and trims your beard, then slathers gel in your hair.

"What is this underwear!?" He says looking at your skin tight boxers. "Nevermind it doesn't matter, go!" He pushes you towards a set of curtains. Opening them reveals a whole crowd of men just like you on the beach. Your face lights up when you realize they're cheering for you. And as if it was instinct for you, you start to put on a show.

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He found the old camera hidden in a broken section of the floorboard. Looking it over, the camera suddenly flashes. For a moment, blinding Derek with its bright flash. He drops it and staggers back. Blinking rapidly to try and clear his vision.

He loses his footing and falls over. Staring up in a daze. His body felt like it was burning, this weird sensation ricocheting through him. Derek grunts, thrusting his hips forward while arching his back against the floor. A groan escapes him, his muscles expanding with new mass packing on.

His face itches, licking his tongue over his upper lip as he felt the stubble growing out into a thick mustache. The itching spread across his torso. Covering his tanning skin in a carpet of body hair. Derek's groans turning into moans of pleasure unable to help himself as he jerks off.

Giving into the pleasure furthers his changes. As Derek orgasms he fulfills his transition into an 80s porn star. The environment around Dean Harris warps to fit the new man he has become.

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Click

The four of you squeeze into the small bathroom to snap a photo before jumping in the hot tub. You and your boyfriend, Pete, snuggle up on the right side of the frame while your two other friends fill out the left side of the frame, Rick behind and Matt in front. Though the four of you are not afraid of squeezing together for the photo, you've all been much closer than that.

*click*

The sound rings from your phone as you take a picture.

Steam builds up in the tiny bathroom as your bodies heat the room. It usually doesn't get like that until things get hot between the four of you, but you like to save that for after the hot tub.

You stumble out of the bathroom and towards the cottage's back door, where the hot tub awaits. You all spare no time jumping into the relaxing, if not slightly cramped hot tub.

"What stereotype would I be?" You ask out of nowhere.

"What?" Rick questions.

"Like, every person fills out a stereotype in the group. I'm wondering which one I would be." You continue.

"Do you even have to ask?" Matt laughs.

"What does that mean?" You ask.

"You're obviously the stoner of the group." Rick cuts in.

"Is it that obvious!?"

"You have a stache of weed at your cottage, I'm honestly surprised you're not smoking right now." Matt explains.

"Now that you mention it, I meant to grab some before coming out here." You say.

"Exactly!" Matt shouts.

The whole group gets a good laugh out of it.

"What about me?" Pete asks.

The stops for a moment, everyone trying to think of a box that he could easily fit in. It took a while of thinking, but eventually Rick thought of something.

"I got it. You're the ex Jock." He says confidently.

"What do you mean ex Jock?" Pete snaps back.

"You used to be one of the star players on the football team. Now you just kinda play video games all the time." Rick replies.

"Ya but I'm not fat."

"Not yet." Matt butts in.

"Shut up." Pete laughs, punching Matt on his shoulder. "What about you, let's see how you feel."

Rick wastes no time in giving an answer. "He's definitely the blue collar guy."

"What does that mean?" Matt asks.

"It means you work on your little farm with your daddy." Rick taunts.

"I barely work with him, besides, I'm trying to move to the city as soon as possible." Matt says.

"Once a farm boy, always a farm boy." You taunt.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Can we move on."

Everyone looks at Rick, the last one to be judged. And the answer seems pretty obvious.

"Gym rat." All three of you say in unison.

"Is it really that obvious?" Rick asks.

"Yes!" Matt says as he looks down at Rick's muscled and hairless physique.

"You know what, I'll take that."

The conversation quiets down after that, with all four of you leaning back and enjoying the beautiful weather from the warmth of the hot tub.

After an hour or so of relaxing, you call it quits. The four of you start drying off as you walk back inside the cottage. You throw on a black shirt and immediately make your way to the living room. A shitty romcom always sets the mood for later in the night.

You pick up the remote, but just as you're about to turn the tv on, you notice something strange. The remote is not the same as it usually is, it's a weird oval shaped blue remote. You think nothing of it, figuring your dad just bought a new one.

You turn on the tv like normal, but it's in the middle of an ad break. You quickly find the fast forward button on the new remote and press it, but the tv doesn't fast forward. You press the button a few more times, but the tv doesn't react. Something seems to have changed though, you feel different than you did moments ago.

An intense feeling of nausea makes you feel dizzy, making you lose your balance. You manage to grab onto the back of the couch and steady yourself. You've already broken a sweat as you take a deep breath in and out, letting your gut hang loose as you breathe out.

Wait what?

You look down in horror as you watch your previously flat stomach swell with fat, making your shirt look skin tight. You try to suck it in but it doesn't change, all it does is make it grow even larger once you finally let it go.

Within moments, a massive ball gut is threatening to rip through your tiny shirt, and it's still growing. You panic, you don't want your friends to see you like this, let alone your boyfriend. Sure you've never been the most ripped in the group, but your pride won't let you be seen like this. You charge to the bathroom, stumbling and bumping into everything as you're still getting used to your growing body.

You slam the door behind you and rush to the mirror. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, your heart sinks as you see a much older man staring back at you in the mirror. Your beard looks untamed, it's bushy and nearly entirely gray. And your hairline is receding slightly, with grey hairs starting to take over your head as well. That's not even mentioning the wrinkles forming in your face, you look older than your dad.

*RIIIIIIIPPPPPP*

The unmistakable sound of fabric ripping. In unison, your shirt and shorts rip open in dramatic fashion, falling the floor and leaving you in nothing but skin tight underwear.

You stare at the obese old man in the mirror, somehow looking even fatter than before. Your posture has shifted backwards to compensate for the immense weight of your gut, only made worse by the thick pair of man tits that hang above it. Looking at your reflection closer, you start to notice how fat has inflated every part of your body. Your hands have doubled in size, your ass has expanded with fat, and even your legs look like thick stumps.

The more you over analyze, the more you relax. Your shoulders loosen up and you let your gut hang loose rather than trying in vain to suck it in. As your body ages in front of you, a sort of wisdom takes over your mind. Not only an acceptance of this body, but a confidence you have never felt before. You feel your dick harden as you slowly rub your hand across your swollen belly.

You walk back out into the living room to regroup with your friends. First you find Pete. He's wearing a set of gym clothes that are way too small for him. On that note, he seems to have filled out a lot. He turns to you, revealing a thick muscle gut riding his shirt up to his swollen pecs. The fear on his face turns to confusion as he sees you, nearly unrecognizable from the man you were moments ago. He seems too preoccupied with his own transformation to say anything though.

His hair starts falling out, soon leaving him completely bald as his beard starts to become grey. His cheeks fatten and his nose widens as, similar to you, wrinkles form all across his face.

Just as fast as Pete's body is swelling with fat, he seems to be filling out with muscle as well. His biceps grow larger than a football and his hands grow thick enough to wrap around an entire football. It even becomes obvious how much muscle is growing on his thighs, underneath all the fat of course.

As his transformation seems to slow down, his expression goes from confusion to comfort as he makes eye contact with you.

"Hey babe." He says in a deep buttery voice.

"Hey..." You respond, clearly distracted.

He approaches you, holding your gut in his thick man hands. He tries to get your attention by rubbing your belly as it continues to grow, but you remain distracted.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Look..." You respond, pointing at Rick.

He's leaning against the couch, grunting in pain. His muscles seem to be cramping, sending ripples down his body. But it quickly becomes obvious that his muscles are growing. His biceps grow to the size of his head as defined muscles surface all along his arms. Though unlike Pete, Rick's arms keep their definition, avoiding the soft fat that envelopes Pete's arms.

His shoulders broaden as his traps thicken, making his neck look a lot larger. He stands up straight, allowing you to see his modest pecs expand into two thick slabs of meat. His back quickly followed suit, growing strong muscles that create ripples all across his back. And his stomach tightened as washboard abs formed alongside a sharp V shape on his hips.

He let out a deep groan as his transformation continued, leaning back into the couch for support. As he does so, his unimpressive ass seems to come to life, growing two perky cheeks that threaten to burst through his tight gym shorts. Even his thighs thicken with rock hard muscle, further straining his shorts.

Rick looks back up at you, his face drenched in sweat as it begins to change. His stubble grows out, forming a perfectly groomed beard as the hair on his head falls out. His beard starts to go grey as his face matures, though he seems to age much more gracefully than you and Pete.

As the transformation slows down, he throws a baseball cap over his shiny head. He turns and makes eye contact with you. He smirks as he strikes a pose, perfectly showing off his sweaty muscles to you and Pete.

"Looks like you outgrew another shirt, fatass." Rick says to you, his voice was deep and raspy.

His eyes dart down towards your gut, causing you to also look down. You seem to be wearing a completely new set of clothes, a blue button up and grey sweatpants. The button is missing all of its buttons due to your ever growing gut, the shirt probably stopped fitting you 100 pounds ago but you still wear it because it does a good job of showing off your gut.

As you're checking yourself out, you're distracted by a loud noise coming from behind Rick. It's Matt, he seems to have stumbled back outside. You follow as quickly as your fatass can. Looking outside, you see that he's fallen into an excavator where the hot tub used to be, though you fail to realize that anything has changed. You even fail to notice that Matt is wearing completely different clothes. He's now wearing jeans and a plaid shirt over a wife beater, though the clothes are clearly too large on him, for now.

As he's sitting there, his skin quickly starts to tan, becoming a deep bronze colour. The tan only a hard working labourer could get. At the same time, he starts to rapidly age. His beard trims down while his mustache becomes bushier, all while a few patches of hair become grey. His nose and ears grow as his cheeks fill out, this along with his bushier eyebrows and slightly wrinkled skin make him look just like his father.

At the same time, Matt starts to quickly fill out his clothes. His arms grow thick and strong from all the manual labour he's been doing on his farm, even his hands thicken as callouses cover his palms. His flat stomach swells into a small pot belly that is impossible to miss under his right wife beater. Even his pecs sag slightly, creating a clear outline on his shirt despite still looking strong.

His jeans tightened as his legs expanded with both fat and muscle. Even his growing ass threatened to burst through his belt, causing his crack to show everyone he bends down. Not that you guys are complaining.

Just as the transformation is coming to an end, a thick pelt of black hair sprouts all over his body. Especially on his chest, which he proudly shows off above his wife beater.

"You okay?" You ask in a raspy cigar ridden voice.

"Of course, I just lost my balance." Matt responds in a thick middle eastern accent, just like his father.

"Good."

You pull out a fat cigar and a lighter from your pocket and hobble over to a nearby chair. Sitting down, the chair perfectly fits your fat ass, as if you'd been sitting in it for decades. You light your cigar and lean back, letting your gut spill out into your lap.

Rick and Pete follow you into the back yard with a couple six packs of beer. Pete sits beside you in a similarly perfect chair and rests his hand on your thigh, increasing the size of your already obvious bulge.

Rick saddles up next to Matt, wrapping one arm around his shoulder to pull him in close while the other pinches Matt's belly fat.

"Let's get some more beer in ya, big guy. You'll need energy for all that hard work you do when you get back." Rick says as he raises a beer to Matt's mouth.

Rick has never been subtle with what he wants, in or out of bed. His effects on your body are undeniable, and he's starting to get at Pete and Matt too. If it weren't for the fact that you only meet at the cabin on weekends, the three of you would be much fatter than you already are. But Rick is a stubborn old man who works hard for what he wants, and what he wants is three fat men in bed with him every weekend.

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Bear-y Good Time

“How does it feel,” he purrs into your ear, the thick stench of his breath filling your senses, “how does it feel with daddy inside you?”

You can only moan in reply. You feel his torso ripple on top of you, a wave of motion that begins at his chest and ends at his hips. You feel him thrust, feel the coarse hair on his body scratch against your bare skin, feel his cock drill deeper and deeper into your ass.

“Ah!” You cry. He’s found your prostate, and he knows. A primal growl emanates from above as the thrusts increase in speed. This is a man who knows pleasure, someone for whom sex isn’t just a pastime, but an art.

Right now, you are his canvas. Literally.

“You ready?” he asks, rhetorically. “You ready to become just like daddy?”

Kind of a weird thing to say, you think. But a reply never forms in your mouth, instead emerging as a series of high pitched whines, like a hungry animal.

But he understands. You know because his thrusts are becoming harder and harder, and he’s gripping your hands in a fist. You turn to see his big hairy fingers intertwined with yours. You’re just imagining what it would be like to have hands that big and hairy, when something akin to a bear growl rings in both ears.

He gives one, final thrust, and unleashes a torrent of seed into your hole. You feel it fill your rectum, feel it leak out of your ass and onto the bed. Then, as if your imagination were playing tricks on you, you see patches of black begin to form on your thin, gangly arms.

Patches of hair.

You ready to become just like daddy?

You wiggle out from under him, suddenly terrified. “Everything okay?” he asks in a way that suggests he already knows the answer.

“Yeah!” you lie. “I just have to use the bathroom. That cool?”

“Fine by me,” he says with a wink.

You stumble into his bathroom, afraid to look at your reflection in the mirror. An insatiable itch has overtaken most of the skin on your upper body, a tickling sensation that could only mean one thing: more hair.

That’s not possible. You shaved your whole body not two hours ago. Hell, you shave your body almost every day, and yet here you are, gazing down at two big furry pecs.

And my god, are they big. You’ve always prided yourself on being fairly in shape (“toned” read your description on Grindr), but right now, you’re bigger than you’ve ever been. Big block-like pecs, big round shoulders, and biceps big enough to give the sweaty, hairy daddy in the other room a run for his money. And you keep getting bigger.

… Just like daddy.

Those words keep ringing in your mind. You didn’t think anything of them at the time: sweet nothings whispered in the heat of the moment. Dirty talk. But his dirty talk is becoming your reality: you are becoming just like daddy, though to what extent is still to be discovered. Right now, you’ve got the muscles of someone who hits the gym way too often, and the hair of someone who doesn’t know how to use a razor.

But you’re still you: a horny 26 year old with a thing for older guys. You aren’t one… yet.

“Doin’ alright in there?” he calls from the bedroom.

“Just fine!” but the voice that calls back in reply sounds almost identical to his. You spin around, thinking for a split second that there must be another big, burly bear in the room with you. But no: the voice is yours. This is your voice now, deep and raspy, the same voice that was growling in your ear just a few minutes ago.

Something hot and wet leaks out of your hole and tickles the fresh hairs around the base of your ass. His load. That’s how this all started right? His seed seeping into your bloodstream, rewriting your DNA. You rush to the toilet and try to rid your body of the remaining splooge.

But it’s too late. It’s too late because you’re now entering the next—and most drastic stage of your transformation, the stage where you literally become “just like daddy.”

It starts as a grumble in your stomach. You look down to see your previously flat chest swell into a big round muscle gut. Your body isn’t just packing on muscle now, but fat as well. Your pecs sag downwards slightly as your hairy skin turns rough and leathery, no longer the skin of a 26 year old, but of someone fast approaching their 40’s. Maybe 50’s.

I gotta get out of here, you think. But when you stand, the changes only accelerate. Hairs that were previously dark brown begin to grey. Muscles that were previously tight and defined balloon with fat. You can do nothing but watch your reflection in the bathroom mirror transform into that of a 50 year old muscle bear in a mere matter of seconds.

You burst out of the bathroom. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?” booms your deep, daddy voice. You’re ready to fight, ready to put these new muscles to good use and get retribution on the man who may have just taken three decades off of your life.

But he’s just sitting there on the bed, smiling, stroking his cock and caressing you with his eyes. “Damn son,” he says, “you turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself.”

“Turn. Me. Back.”

He cocks his head. “You sure about that, bud? Because, you seem to be enjoying yourself, and I’d hate to stop you.” He nods to your cock, and you look down to see what has become of your precious package.

The first thing you notice is how big it has become. Not just in terms of length, but girth: the thing looks like a fat squash emerging from a forest of dark pubes. And that’s when you notice that it’s standing straight upwards, erect, and dripping slivery pre cum like you’ve just been stroking it for the last ten minutes.

Difficult to admit as it may be, the transformation has made you extremely horny. Your desire to punish the man who made you this way is circumvented only by your desire to get back in bed with him and fuck like rabbits.

“Tell you what,” he says, as if reading your mind, “why don’t we give that new body of yours a test run? If you don’t like it, you can have your old body back, and we can forget this ever happened.”

It’s an attractive proposal, from an incredibly attractive guy. You can fool around in the body of your dreams for a bit, then walk away as your normal self. Kind of a win-win.

“Fine,” you say. “But this is a test run. Then I want everything back to normal. You understand?”

In lieu of a reply, your partner crawls off of the bed and walk towards you. Slow. Seductive. You lock eyes, and he drops to his knees, that big scruffy beard just inches away from your eager cock. “Whatever you say,” he whispers, “daddy.”

With that, he begins to suck. You wrap those big hairy mitts around his bald head and drive your cock deeper and deeper down his throat. You feel his beard scratch the inside of your thighs, feel his nostrils inhale the scent of your pubes, and it doesn’t take you long for you to realize that saying goodbye to this body is going to be a lot more difficult than you imagined. Just as he fucked you full of his DNA, so is he sucking away all your inhibitions, every trace of your old self.

Tomorrow, you will wake up in his bed, in his house, in his life. And you will for every day after that. Because this is where you’ve always wanted to be: in the arms of a hairy, mature man. And now, you are one too. Sometimes, you’ll remember your old life, what it was like to be young and naive. But then you’ll strip down and he’ll worship that big, beefy body of your’s, and you’ll forget all about being 26.

This is the new you, and I have a feeling you’re gonna have a good time.

[bigification]

The Portly Pub

By Oakfells

The place was quite small. It could house maybe… 10 patrons at most? That’s pretty much what Colin had been hoping for, cozy and down to earth. Interestingly enough, there weren’t many tables and chairs set up in the usual way. Instead, there were chairs with little side tables next to them. Looking closer, they were bigger than standard chairs, probably to accommodate the size of some of the… heavier guests. The only standard-sized chairs seemed to be over by the counter and big surprise, no one was sitting there. Colin sneered internally as he glanced over at some of the stockier patrons.

“Ok, that’s enough!” Colin thought. Pushing away this weird, sudden wave of prejudice, he went over to the counter and pulled up one of the chairs; they were all pulled back a bit from the counter.

“Hey there, can I get a beer? Any will do.” The bartender too, was a fatter man. A bit older too, guessing by the wrinkles and the shiny, hairless top of his head. He sported one of those old time-y curly mustaches with the rest of his chin cleanly shaven, showing off his prominent double chin. The bartender nodded wordlessly and turned around. That felt a bit… odd, but Colin was already feeling out of his depth, so he brushed it off. He kinda just walked in with no plan and now he had no idea what he was going to do. He probably should’ve sat next to someone and stricken some friendly banter. But wasn’t that too intrusive? “You new here? It’s been quite a while since we’ve seen a new face here.”

Colin turned to see a big older man. He sported some bushy mutton chops and short hair. Judging by the graying beard, Colin guessed the man must’ve been at least in his 40s. Just like every other patron, the man had a giant round gut protruding from his midsection. The shirt was clearly straining to contain the behemoth gut, and had a few buttons undone at the top, showing off a smooth, protruding chest.

“Hey there! Yeah, I just moved in a few months ago for my new job.” frankly he felt a bit intimidated by the older man, but he tried to give off a friendly response.

“Mind if I sit here?” This wasn’t the exactly what Colin had pictured when he said making new friends, but he thought he might as well have some friendly conversation

Contrary to what the man said, he instead leaned against one of the stools as he looked Colin up and down casually. A thump resonated on the counter as the bartender placed down a big mug of beer. The man looked at it, and then shook his head.

“Oh no, that won’t do. Not if it’s your first time here! Lemme get you the special house brew. You won’t find anything like it anywhere else. On me!” The burly man gestured to the bartender, they must’ve been quite familiar with each other. The man seemed quite friendly and Colin wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity for a free drink.

“Huh, I’ll take you up on that, thanks.”

The bartender entered a door behind the counter, the sound of old floorboards squeaking. Must’ve been the cellar or something. Did the supposed ‘special’ need to be stored in the cellar or was it just not ordered that often?

“Getting a little hot in here, isn’t it?” the man said as he started unbuttoning his tightly wound shirt, revealing even more of his saggy chest as well as exposing his massive, round belly. Particularly noticeable were the two big, pointy nipples that peeked from behind the man’s jacket. Colin didn’t realize he was staring.

“Now that you mention it, yeah. Definitely starting to feel like summer now.” Colin followed and took off his hoodie.

“Hey, you’re in pretty good shape, you work out?” Colin’s tank top seemed to have revealed his nicely toned arms.

“Huh? Yeah, I go to the gym about twice a week. Luckily enough my job gives me enough free time to do that.”

It was then that the bartender came back up with a full mug of golden brown liquid and set it down on the counter. “Here you go.”

“You won’t be having some?” Colin noticed just the singular mug.

“Oh no, this one’s for special occasions, like yours! I’ll take the one you ordered earlier.” Grayes gestured to the mug, inviting him to take a sip.

Colin grabbed the giant mug and gave it an inquisitive gulp. Indeed the man was right, it was quite good, but frankly, it wasn’t exactly groundbreaking or anything, as the man made it sound.

“Huh, this is pretty good!”

“Oh it gets even better the more you drink.”

“Isn’t that just drinking in general?” The two of them laughed. Colin continued drinking as they talked.

“Name’s Grayes, by the way.” he extended his hand towards Colin.

“Colin. Pleasure to meet you.” The man’s handshake was firm and confident. Colin could feel rough callouses on his hand.

“So what brings you here, Colin?”

“I mentioned earlier how I moved in for a new job. I work as a financial advisor for one of the companies here. It’s been a few months, but I kinda wanted to make some new friends and thought coming to a pub would be a good start.”

“Oh is that so? Well, you’ve come to the right place. I think you’ll find it very accommodating here.” The man took a big gulp from his beer.

“Good to know… What about you? You seem like a regular here.”

What Colin hadn’t noticed was the increasingly bigger gulps he was taking from the mug, as well as his slowly tightening clothes… Before he knew it, he had emptied his mug.

“Oh, I guess it really does get better, haha. I didn’t realize I was done already.”

“Get us another one, bartender! And you know what? Get me one too, I’m feeling chipper today!” and with a swoop there were two full mugs of the special brew in front of them.

“You know, I’m not one to refuse a free drink, but you don’t have to do this, you know.” said Colin apologetically. He could pay for it himself after all.

“Don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head, I just want to make sure you have a good time here!” growled Grayes as he finished his own mug and pulled over the newly brought in brew. Colin watched, impressed by the man’s big gulps.

“I take it you’re a fan of beer?” It was just supposed to be small talk, but Colin couldn’t help but take a glance at the man’s rotund stomach. That probably come off as a bit rude… Grayes seemed to take it very well though, as he looked down on his belly and then back up.

“Yeah, maybe too much, though! Haha!” Colin had never been overweight, so he never quite realized just how bouncy everything was. He looked at the man’s entire body shake as he laughed. The man looked back at Colin.

“Well you probably don’t have to worry about that, considering you take care of yourself well.” he tapped Colin lightly on his shoulder. Colin felt a hint of pride at that. He’d always exercised for his own sake, but having someone compliment him on his physique felt quite nice.

“Hah, we’ll see about that…” Colin didn’t quite get what that response meant. But he didn’t have time to wonder about it as he realized he had already emptied his mug once again.

“Oh wow, okay, this stuff is really good. I should really cut it off here before I drink too much.” It was only two beers, but Colin was already feeling a little full from that.

“Nonsense! You can do one last one, right? Three beers must be nothin’ for a burly lad like you!” Grayes looked up at Colin expectantly.

“No pressure though.” the man smiled back at him. Actually the banter was already quite nice and Colin was having a good time, so he might as well have another one.

With the third mug, the effects were undeniable. Colin’s toned physique had transformed into a tubby one. His tank top started riding up his round stomach a bit as it strained against the newfound fat. Above his stomach were equally impressive fatty pecs. His nipples seemed to have gotten bigger too, as Grayes could see big round nipples sticking out from behind the tank top. But most of all, the fat seemed to go favor his fatty thighs, which were now full and filled with lard, his baggy pants starting to look more like tight shorts. The man, having finished his mug as well also seemed even more rotund than before.

“Err, weird question. Do I seem fatter to you?” Colin felt a bit strange asking that, but frankly him inexplicably gaining weight in under an hour was even weirder.

“Haha, yeah beer will do that to ya, bud!” Grayes slapped his wobbly gut as he laughed. Colin stared at the gut as it jiggled hypnotically.

“A paunch never killed anyone… er well, that’s not really true, but it’s not so bad.” Grayes grabbed his gut by the bottom and continued to jiggle it up and down. After a few shakes, he looked up at Colin.

“Wanna feel?”

What? That came out of nowhere, but… Colin felt oddly excited at the idea of playing with the fat, old man’s rotund belly.

The two rotund men stood up and faced each other, Colin’s newfound paunch pushing against the older man’s even bigger gut; they couldn’t really reach each other if they went further apart.

“Well look at that, Colin. Looks like you’re well on your way to look like me, haha!” he was laughing, but Colin was pretty much as fat as him… Okay, Colin was definitely smaller, but that didn’t really matter. In Colin’s eyes, they were both just really goddamn fat.

Seriously, what was happening? Despite his confusion, Colin took this moment to look over Grayes’ fat body, although admire would be a more accurate word.

“So what do you think? Pretty impressive brew, huh?” he said as he clamped his fingers around Colin’s puffed up nipples. They were more sensitive than before! The light fondling sent a wave of pleasure right down to Colin’s groin. Fuck, he was definitely getting turned on by this. He looked up at Grayes’ face to see him suggestively furrowing his brow. Right now, he was getting a hard on from having his nipples worked by this rugged, fat, old man. Colin couldn’t help but feel a little disgusted that he was getting aroused by this, but that only made him even harder. Not wanting to let it show, Colin tried to stifle the moans escaping his mouth.

“Wait, the beer?.. That’s what made me all fat?” he looked down at his new body. His big round belly hung over his pants, he would no doubt have to put some work in if he wanted to get to his crotch. On top of his gut were two bulbous spheres: his chest. He had gained a pair of moobs, which were currently being played with by Grayes’ rough hands. Colin put his hand and up to his belly and felt his newfound heft. Yup, that swollen mound of flesh was definitely part of him. He felt his entire body jiggle a bit as he shook his stomach. He was like a big water sack now. The older man noticed Colin playing with himself.

“Ya like it?” Grayes gave a mischievous smile. He already knew what the answer was.

“I-I…” he didn’t want to admit it out loud, but Colin couldn’t deny the hard on he got from his new body. Just a few minutes ago he was judging people in here for being fat and now here he was turned on by his own ballooning body.

“W-wait. Uhhh…” remembering where they were, Colin awkwardly glanced over to the other patrons at the pub, most of them were minding their own business, some sneaked in lustful glances.

“Oh, them? Yeah, don’t worry. People here don’t mind this it all. Besides… now you fit right in, champ.” Grayes laughed as he looked down Colin’s plump body. What kind of place was this!?

“Come on.” Grayes put his hands on Colin’s shoulders and led him down towards the ground.

“Why don’t you get up close and personal with the ol’ gut?” he then gently pushed Colin’s face directly into his fat belly.

Without realizing it, Colin stuck out his tongue and started licking the fat belly. It tasted salty from all the sweat.

“Oh yeah, that’s good, Colin…” Grayes seemed pleased as he growled gently. Colin eagerly lapped around the bloated stomach, cleaning up all the sweat the man was producing. It was like watching a fat, hungry glutton at an all-you-can-eat buffet with a complete lack of self control.

“Huh?” Colin got confused for a moment before the man lifted up his gut to reveal the sweaty fold beneath the fat. Right, overhang. that’s what it’s called. Colin had one now too.

Giving in to his perversions, Colin put his face up to the smelly, dark area beneath the man’s gut. The odor was even stronger down there, and Colin was determined to worship the large man and his powerful presence (really it was just his body odor). He licked and kissed to furiously that he didn’t even realize he was slowly creeping down towards the man’s crotch.

“Oh yeah, Colin. That’s a good boy…” Grayes voice cracked a bit. He started thrusting his cock into Colin’s mouth forcefully.

“Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah!”

Even though he pushed his stomach up to make space, Grayes’ enormous gut still pressed heavily against Colin’s head, but really Colin wasn’t going to complain about that. If anything, he loved feeling the weight of Grayes’ massive gut on his face.

“Ah, fuck. I can barely reach it with how fat we both are…” there was a tinge of both frustration and excitement in how Grayes said that, his enormous, sweaty belly pressed up against Colin’s back. He ripped the button off the smaller man’s tight shorts; he wasn’t going to be using it anytime soon with what Grayes had done to him. With one hand, he pulled out Colin’s penis from the tight pants, and with the other he directed attention towards Colin’s filled out moob: he pinched on his fat nipple as he jerked him off. Don’t know how sensitive they were before, but Colin could definitely get off on playing with his nipples now.

“You fuckin’ love it, don’t you?”

“Uh…” All Colin could let out was a weak moan.

“You love being made into a doughy fuckin’ boy, don’t you?”

“You love that I made you into this? All fat? And soft? A real lardass…”

“Unng…”

“C’mon. Say it out loud for me, boy.”

“Yes, Sir…”

“Yes Sir what?”

“Yes Sir… I love being a fat lardass. Thank you for making me this obese!” Colin’s cock jumped up as he said that.

“Urnng!..” That was the last straw for Colin as he shot a load all over the pub’s floor. For a moment there was only the sound of two fat men gasping for air.

“Welcome to the club, Colin, ya fatass.” Grayes laughed as he patted Colin affectionately on his bloated beer belly.

“Uh, thanks.” answered Colin, wheezing from his added weight.

“I guess… that means no to the gym thing?” he laughed, jiggling his new fat body.

“Yeah. That goes for the both of us, heh.”

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Dad Frat

by McBaer

Mike knew that he couldn’t keep on doing this… It first happened a few weeks ago, just after his college graduation. He was having a small celebration with the two buddies from his class, it wasn’t anything flashy, they had a couple beers together, watched a few bad movies and played some video games on his console. It seemed like nothing out of the ordinary for three nerdy guys like them, at least until Steve remembered about the box of cigars he’d been keeping in his backpack. Apparently the guy at the smoke shop he got his vape from had talked him into buying a couple of them during his last visit. Mike had to admit he was a bit sketchy on the details and didn’t remember all that much of what was going on before they lit up the cigars. And for a long time he certainly wished he could have said the same thing about what happened afterwards… all it took was a couple puffs of smoke before things began getting really weird.

Mike remembered how much he loved the taste of the tobacco, he only agreed to put one of them in his mouth as something of a joke, but soon enough he was smoking that stogie like a seasoned cigarman. Closing his lips tightly around it, sucking deeply and then letting all the smoke slowly flow out through his nose and the corners of his mouth. His friends began doing the very same thing and as he watched them, he couldn’t resist putting a hand on his crotch, caressing his growing cock. Something told him to give them a good look at the bulge he was sprouting in there and when Mike took a quick glance at it himself, he realized that he was suddenly wearing a very expensive looking suit. He had no clue whatsoever as to where it came from, he was shocked to see his t-shirt and jeans disappearing like that, but at the same time, something about this seemed so right… so fitting for him… for all of three of them…

Jake looked just perfect in that pair of greasy, loose overalls, with a thick, smoldering stogie rolled into the corner of his mouth, teasing his big, meaty nipple that poked out on the side with a thumb and tightly gripping that fat cock of his through the dark blue fabric. Mike watched as he lazily opened his lips, letting out countless plumes of grey, billowing smoke that slowly enveloped his entire face. He seemed so blissful, softly moaning and tugging on his big piece of meat while his eyelids gradually dropped down and his head tilted back. Mike could feel his cock grow and pulse within his palm, it made him moan as well, he was so profoundly aroused, not caring one bit that it was his male friend he was suddenly lusting after.

He turned to Steve who looked every bit as sexy as Jake, he had a flat cap on his head and a sweater vest stretched tightly over his shirt. His face flushed red, he was holding his cigar with his teeth, at the very center of his mouth. Letting out quiet whimpers as he caressed his belly, making that sizable tent in his slacks steadily grow in size. But it wasn’t just his bulge that was getting bigger, Mike could see Steve’s gut pushing out against his fingers and spilling over his belt. He still remembered the moment when he put a hand on his own belly and felt it slowly swelling up. Nothing had ever aroused him this much before, he stood up and lumbered towards Jake, flopping down next to him on the couch. He looked even hotter up close, filling those overalls so nicely with the bulk that was slowly piling up on his bones. Mike could see the smoke leaking out of his half-open mouth, cascading down onto his body, whenever it touched his exposed skin, it would become a little more weathered, a little looser, growing patches of hair that soon entirely covered his chest and shoulders like a dense forest.

It seemed like both Jake and Steve, who wasted no time in joining them on the couch were starting to go bald. The discovery startled him a little, they both suddenly looked a lot older than their twenty three years. Mike could see the deep wrinkles forming around their eyes and on their foreheads, the skin sagging from their puffy faces that covered with stubble which in turn soon flourished into large, bushy beards. It scared him, but as he placed his hand on his cheeks and felt the silky, grey hairs sprouting between his fingers, he just couldn’t get rid of the sense that this was how things were supposed to be. The realization that everything he’d seen had been happening to him as well, aroused him beyond belief. The mere thought of becoming a fat, cigar smoking dad like his friends suddenly seemed so perfect.

He pressed himself tightly against Jake’s large, hirsute body and began gently kissing his lips, swapping the fragrant tobacco smoke between their mouths.Their beards began turning grey and growing even thicker as Steve’s mouth joined them, showering them with dense, milky haze coming from his stogie. Mike felt his hands all over him, pulling off his clothes, teasing his most sensitive parts. If he still had any doubts about what was happening to them, seeing himself without the suit on was enough to get rid of every last one of them. He’d grown so large… so sexy… he began grinding against his friends, kissing them more passionately than before. They’ve spent the entire night doing that, three big bellied daddies entwined in horny lovemaking, smoking their cigars and exploring their new bodies until they fell asleep inside each other’s arms.

At the time they couldn’t have imagined anything more perfect than that, however as they opened their eyes in the morning and found themselves back as their old selves, naked and piled on top of each other on his bed, it all seemed like a terrifying nightmare instead. Mike remembered every smallest detail of what happened to him, and the sight of his sweaty body caked with the cum of his two friends only served as a reminder that it was all real. Jake and Steve were so freaked out they didn’t even bother showering or cleaning themselves off before they dressed up and left. They used to be some of his best friends, but he hadn’t seen them even once since that night. Steve never returned any of his messages or texts, Jake only did it a few times, and just like him, probably only in an attempt to convince him that everything they remembered was just a bad dream of some kind, brought upon by these cigars that simply must have been laced with something really strange.

However it wasn’t too long before they both gave up as they realized it was only making things worse. Even just thinking about his friends made it all come back, and the most frightening part was how much he liked it despite everything. Mike tried his best to suppress it, to make himself forget all about it, but deep down he knew that he’d never felt as disappointed as when he woke up that morning and saw that the box of Steve’s cigars was empty. He had overreacted, all three of them have, he had seen it on their faces, even Steve’s… If there had been even one of those stogies left, they would have been ready to wrestle each other on the ground just for the right to light it up and take the first puff of its smoke. They were just too ashamed and too scared to admit it.

On the outside, Mike might have looked like his old self, but he began to realize that in reality he felt more like that same, big, fat daddy trapped inside of a body of someone much thinner and younger than he was supposed to be. Sometimes he would absentmindedly try putting his hand on his round beer belly to give it a rub and then be painfully reminded it wasn’t there anymore. He dusted off the suit he used to put on for the most important college exams and began wearing it all the time around the house. Sometimes stuffing the shirt with pillows and clothes to at least make it look like a part of his old gut was back. It wasn’t the same, but it still helped him to slowly embrace his true, dadly self. Mike stopped shaving altogether and began treating himself to the largest meals he could stomach, growing to love the feeling of being absolutely stuffed with food. Playing with himself while caressing his full belly after a healthy dinner was the only thing that came anywhere close to the memories of his night with Jake and Steve. Only other thing he needed was a big stogie in his mouth…

Mike never gathered enough courage to contact Steve and ask him where he got his cigars from, instead he began checking every single shop in town, one by one. At first, simply picking up regular stogies was enough, while also vaguely hinting at what he was really after. He would dress up, stuff himself full after returning home and then smoke one of them while looking at pictures of other hefty men and big, bearded dads online. While it seemed like he only found the place he was looking for by mere accident, he knew that was it as soon as he walked inside. It was almost like that huge, bearish man behind the counter was waiting for him. He placed a whole box of them in front of him before Mike could say anything. Not even bothering to bill him as he told him to come back soon.

Mike didn’t think twice about any of this and simply ran back to his apartment where he unpacked the box with his hands trembling from excitement. He knew they were the real thing from the moment he opened it, he never forgot the intoxicating scent of their tobacco for even a second. He put one of them between his teeth and walked up to a mirror. Lighting it up and sucking on it as deeply as he could. Allowing the fragrant smoke to escape his mouth and wash over him, changing his clothes into the same suit he wore on that fateful night. He barely had a chance to taste it before his body began to change as well. His hands were already on top of his belly when it started to swell up again. Mike could not contain his arousal when he saw it grow in the mirror, he only took a few puffs from the cigar but it was already so huge. He began to moan as the billows of smoke drifted across his face, returning his old, dadly looks, helping his beard sprout on his cheeks once again. Sliding his hand down, towards his crotch, he fished out his fat, needy cock out of his fly, gently massaging it with his plump fingers. Seeing his beard turning grey and his belly filling his shirt to its limit was enough to bring him to an orgasm. He gasped as thick strands of his daddy cum shot out onto the mirror in front of him, nearly knocking him out. He spent the next couple minutes panting loudly and not moving at all, only closely studying his reflection in the mirror as large tendrils of smoke shifted around his body. Mike slowly lifted up his hand, his thick, chubby fingers were still glued together with his milky load. He placed them in his mouth and began licking and sucking them clean, the taste bringing out some very pleasant memories…

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Military Entertainment

I'm starting to get suspicious that the lieutenant was lying when he said this was an important reconnaissance mission. I just got recruited to the military and I thought I got my lucky break when my boss asked me to join an important mission. I should have known something was up from the moment he asked me.

Now I'm in a convoy full of new recruits like me. A bunch of scrawny guys with no experience. There is no way this is a mission, it's a trap, and I don't think I have a way out.

My suspicions are unfortunately confirmed when a thick smoke fills the truck, and within moments I pass out.

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I come to, my ankles chained together and my hands tied above my head. My head is spinning and I can't think. What is happening to me? I don't know, I can barely feel a thing. I look to my sides and see my fellow recruits, tied up like me. Why would they do this to us? I don't have the capacity to think about it though. I pass in and out of consciousness, I blink and it feels like minutes, maybe hours pass in an instant.

This time, I blink and suddenly there are two men approaching each of the tied up men. I can't quite see what's going on, but it looks like they're letting us go. We're getting saved. This nightmare is finally over. But my heart sinks when I realize something is off. They're doing something before they let them go. I couldn't see what was happening further down, but as the two men get closer to me it becomes clear. The recruits are not the same when they are let go. They're bigger, stronger, hotter? I saw these men in the convoy, none of them were that big. My vision is blurry, but all I can see are big hunky guys in blue speedos.

My heart sinks once again when they get close enough to see. One of the men is older and is wearing a business suit, he seems to be barking orders at a younger guy. The younger guy is going from recruit to recruit, changing them. With each touch, their bodies seem to mold into what he wants.

He gets to the man tied up beside me, and I watch in horror as he turns him into something unrecognizable. First his flat chest puffs out into a pair of juicy pecs, and his flabby stomach hardens into a chiselled six pack. His shoulders broaden as his biceps triple in size. His thighs thicken with muscle and fat as his ass becomes fat and plump, straining against his speedo. The man grabs his dick, and his bulge grows until it looks like it's gonna burst through his speedo. Even his hands and feet grow large and thick. Finally the man rubbed his hand across the recruits face. The 20 year old man now resembles closer to his mid thirties as a beard covers his chiselled jawline.

The transformation was complete and he was left unrecognizable from the man he was mere minutes ago. The recruit seemed to regain consciousness as soon as it ended, and they untied his restraints. He didn't run, he didn't fight, he just stood and smiled, like the rest of them. He was tall, handsome, and seemingly without a thought behind his eyes.

My heart raced as the man turned his attention towards me. I don't want to become like them. I give all my strength to trying to get out of the restraints, but it's no use.

"Hey boss, this one's awake." The younger one calls to the older man in the suit.

The older man approaches me, and stares at me for a moment. He has a well kept grey beard, bright blue eyes, and a soft belly that spilled over his belt. I try to remember what he looks like in case I get out of here.

"He seems stronger than the rest. Make him the leader." The older man instructs.

I look up at him and try to muster words. "I... just wanted to.. serve my country." I manage to get out.

The man leans close to my face and smiles like a villain in a movie. "Oh you will." He says ominously. "Make him big and intimidating." He says before walking off.

I hang my head in defeat as the younger guy gets to work. I look down at my body as it begins to change. My torso widens as my flat stomach grows into a fat round gut. My growing love handles spill over my speedo, along with my gut. My chest then grows soft, becoming two oversized man tits that rest on my belly. Even my nipples grew large and sensitive. This whole process feels a lot better than I thought it would, I almost feel relaxed.

I feel my shoulder broaden as my arms grow with muscle and fat. I feel so strong as the muscle pours into my biceps, but they still look soft under a thick layer of fat. Even my hands thicken to the point that they start to strain against the rope tied around them.

I feel my speedo tighten against my skin as my ass grows. And my crotch feels tight as my growing dick bulges out of the speedo. My thighs grow to the point that I have to spread my legs to keep them from rubbing against each other. And my feet grow at least twice the size, big enough that it would be hard to find shoes in my size.

The man hesitates for a moment. I can hear him repeating "Big and scary" under his breath. He seems to have an idea, before getting back to work on my body. I feel my body stretch as he makes me taller. My feet used to hang above the ground, but now sit firmly grounded. And my arms tied above my head now can reach the ceiling. Judging by how much I have to look down just to see the man in front of me, I have to be close to 7 feet by now. It makes me feel strong and imposing, despite being tied up. The man then starts to rub his hand across my entire body. He leaves a trail of thick dark hairs wherever he touches. First covering my gut, then my chest, arms, legs, and back. It is not long until I am covered in sweaty hairs all over my body. I feel my speedo get tighter as my dick hardens. I should be scared, but for some reason I'm not, I'm horny. Really horny. To the point that this is getting me off.

As I'm struggling to contain my horniness, the man gets to work on my head. I can feel my face thicken, my brow bone becomes more prominent, and a prickly beard grows over my face. I can even feel my hairline recede, becoming slicked back with gel and sweat.

Soon after I start to feel tired and woozy again. It's getting harder to think. Harder to remember anything about myself. Why am I even here? What's my name? I can't even think about why I was so stressed. Though the memories quickly come back to me. I'm a businessman. Of course how could I forget. Memories of a new life flood into my mind, and I start to relax.

"What the fuck am I doing tied up!?" I yell in a deep echoing voice.

"Sorry sir, I'll get you down right away." The man unties my restraints and leaves the room.

I stretch out my new body, getting used to how it feels and how it moves.

It's not easy being a big guy like me. It takes a moment to gain my balance.

A moment later, the older businessman walks in.

"Ha! You turned out perfect!" The man yells in excitement as he examines my body.

"You're big." He says as he grabs my gut.

"Intimidating." He rubs my beard.

"Oh and I'm sure you're aching for a fix, huh big guy?" He asks as he cups my dick. A feeling of pleasure shoots through my body, making me tense up.

"Yeah you are." The man chuckles. "Well here, have these clothes and get out there." He tosses me some clothes. The pants manage to get all the way on, but end up looking like capris on me. And the shirt won't even button up.

"We can get you bigger clothes, big guy." He says, punching my arm.

"Go on, you have a business to run." He slaps my ass as I walk away.

I duck under the doorway and into the club. I see a bunch of older military men in uniform sitting around the club. Some are watching the new strippers I have on stage, some are getting lap dances, some have gone to the back rooms for... extra service. Business is going well now that I have a stream of young hot men to entertain these insatiable military men.

I grab one of my men by the wrist. "You're with me tonight." I growl as I drag him into one of the back rooms.

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The Father of the Group - TF Short

"Hey Danny! Want some?" Jake yelled over the blaring music.

"What is it?" Danny asked.

"It's coke, c'mon try it." Jake insisted.

"No! Why the hell are you doing coke!?" Danny replied, shocked.

"Don't be lame, it's a party. Let loose, have some fun. You're not even a DD tonight." Jake brushed him off.

"I'm not being lame, I just respect my body."

"Ha! David was right about you." Jake scoffed.

"What did David say about me?" Danny said with a bit of sadness in his voice.

"That you're the dad of the friend group."

The words echoed loud and clear over the blaring music, as if they were trapped inside his head. He stumbled back, his eyes wide. Suddenly his arm started to tremble, causing the spiked punch in his hand to begin spilling out.

"Woah man! You okay?"

Jake grabbed Danny's arm and stabilized him. He went to grab the drink from his shaky hand, but something was off. Jake watched in horror as his friend's hand started to grow. In mere moments, his thin fingers became thick and meaty, and his hands doubled in size. Soon his hand was easily wrapped fully around the solo cup, making it look tiny in comparison.

"Danny, what's going on?" Jake started to freak out.

The transformation continued up Danny's forearms. His boney arms swelled with strong muscles, making his forearms larger than his biceps, at least for a moment. Almost immediately, his biceps followed, growing larger than footballs and nearly ripping through his sleeves. And as a cherry on top, a thick pelt of dark hair covered his once hairless arms, spreading from his sleeves all the way to his hands.

"Dude, you look jacked!" Jake seemed a little less concerned.

Danny's shoulders broadened, giving him the build of a football player. His shirt tightened even more when his flat chest suddenly puffed out, leaving him with a strong set of pecs. And his chubby belly melted away, leaving him with a flat stomach and a tight waist. Similar to his arms, dark curly hairs grew dense under his shirt, covering his shoulders all the way down to his crotch.

"You actually look... really hot bro, not gonna lie." Jake seemed to lose focus on the situation.

The transformation rapidly spread through Danny's lower half. His flat ass expanded until it perfectly filled out his jeans, and his unimpressive dick snaked its way down his pant leg as it surpassed 10 inches, leaving a thick bulge in his jeans. His thighs thickened until they looked like they were about to burst through his pants, further adding to his jock build. And his feet grew from a measly size 9 to a hulking size 18, causing his toes to burst out the end of his shoes. Thick dark hairs then grew over the exposed part of his feet, quickly spreading up his legs.

"Damn bro, I didn't know you were packing that much." Jake said, nearly salivating at the sight of his friends bulge.

Finally, Danny's facial features began to change. His jaw widened as his jawline became sharp as a knife. His nose and ears grew larger as his cheeks slimmed down. Wrinkles formed on his forehead and cheeks as his hairline receded slightly, making him look significantly older. And a five o'clock shadow created a clear outline of his beard, which would grow big and bushy if he didn't shave everyday.

"You're pretty jacked for an old guy." Jake said while rubbing Danny's arm.

"Well I'm the father of the group, I gotta look out for my boys." Danny responded, his voice deep and buttery.

"Good, cuz I'm gonna need a DD tonight." Jake chuckled.

He leaned towards the small pile of coke he was preparing in the table in front of him, but Danny held him back. His grip was strong and his expression turned serious.

"You know you don't get dessert before your vegetables." Danny smirked as he unzipped his jeans, making his hard cock spring up, pointing up at Jake.

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It had been a few months since Alex had gone to the gym. He twisted his ankle getting up from a set and had gotten a little lazy during the recovery. He thought why go back when he was enjoying himself? He'd gained a little weight but it was only a dad-bod!

After hassling him a bit, one of his friends showed Alex his true intentions. Chris had been eyeing him up across the gym for a while and knew he'd be way hotter if he gained a little weight. He wasn't intending to put Alex out of commission for very long, but the guy had let his break get the better of him.

Seeing the weight he put on, Chris devised a plan. He knew some of the really dull meatheads used some obscure stuff from online to really bulk up, and he wasted no time feeling up (not literally, even if he wanted to) the guys for the source: a website in Cyrillic with a barely legible checkout screen.

It took three weeks for the package to arrive, and Chris frequently fondled himself, thinking about how good Alex would look before he dropped the weight off. Chris wouldn't have considered himself into gaining per se. He just liked bigger guys with a round gut. The kind Alex could be with a little push... or twelve thousand calories of a high-boost weight gain formula taken in one dose!

Chris gleefully invited himself over to Alex's apartment, promising to bring pizza and beer. To his delight, Alex was playing some racing game on the couch, shirtless. His hairy chest and pecs were on full display, a little racy feeling going straight to Chris's groin, seeing his friend's piercings up close for the first time in a while.

Chris passed Alex a couple beers while they shot the shit for a while and ate pizza. Once he was sure Alex was comfortably buzzed, he passed the plastic bottle he'd gotten over to his friend. The label was printed in Russian or something and had a picture of a horse on its glossy surface.

Alex eyed him a bit, taking it out of Chris's hand. He removed the cap and visibly recoiled when he peeled the foil cap off.

"Dude, this reeks!" He whined, holding it away from him. Chris started to sweat on the back of his knees.

"Yeah, it's some, uh, Russian cocktail one of the guys at the gym told me about," he half-lied. "It's supposed to be super good, though." Chris smiled in agony. A small part of him was tantalized and worried about what might happen next, his dick hardening a bit in his shorts.

Alex shrugged, held his nose, and tossed it back, swallowing the entire bottle in one go. If the two of them could read Russian, they would have realized the experimental horse growth hormone formula was meant to be watered down into 20 gallons of another drink and absorbed slowly over time. Still, a few minutes went by with no reaction other than Alex's immediate verbal disgust.

Chris's boner deflated sadly, along with his hope that Alex could be more... mighty mighty. Getting up to collect his things and leave, he heard Alex grunt on the couch. His stomach was gurgling audibly and expanded suddenly before both of their eyes.

In an instant, Alex's gut expanded out of nowhere. It was like a balloon being filled up with pressurized air. It stood out from his body, snapping the elastic waistband of his shorts that fell to his ankles when he stood in shock.

"Dude, what the hell was in that pizza?" Alex slurred, stumbling forward towards Chris. The same Chris who was steel hard in his shorts, the pouch of his jock working extra hard to prevent his erection from escaping its wooly confines.

Unable to stop himself, Chris reached out to steady his friend by grabbing his round belly. The second his fingertips sank into the warm, hairy skin, he creamed his pants. Alex was so fucking sexy he couldn't stop himself.

"Did you just piss yourself?" Alex slurred, noticing the dark spot in his friend's shorts. It didn't take long for him to get a whiff of the truth. "You just blew a wad from touching this?" Alex burped, and his gut expanded out another inch, boning Chris back up almost immediately.

A little drunk and missing some action, Alex didn't really register what was happening to him other than the breeze between his legs. All he knew was his friend was getting off to him, and his own dick, which was suddenly harder to grab for some reason, was hard. Throwing Chris down on the couch, Alex straddled him, resting his gut on top of Chris's thinner, muscular frame.

Chris wasted no time, licking and sucking on Alex's piercings and kissing every inch of growing belly he could get his lips on. He began to stroke Alex off while worshipping his beautiful body. Without touching his dick even once, Chris came again and hoped the moment would last forever.

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TF trade: One of the guys in the gym I’ve been Coaching has been very keen on me trying a new kind of workout supplement. Do you know anything about it? I hope that adding it to the mix won’t cause any… sudden changes.

Of course I know about it! And it seems like you're about to find out too.

One scoop in your shake and a sip later and you start to feel warm and itchy all over, dark black hair begins to sprout all over you as you desperately itch away lifting your workout gear to try and get some relief, not that it worked. The next stage is massive and sudden as your muscles begin to balloon up randomly making you look like a disproportionate action figure as slowly the lacking parts of your body begin to catch up.

You run your hands through your hair trying to cope with the full body warmth that is radiating out of you, only for it to fall out in thick clumps leaves you nervous for what's next. Your muscles continue to grow bigger by the second, tearing apart your clothes, you now look like a big meat head who's been abusing roids for years and the look only gets more compelling as your abs swell into a hgh gut and your dick shrinks a few inches.

Letting out a deep grunt you stare at the shake you made missing only a single sip, surely you didn't want to risk drinking the whole thing.....I mean your dick is important right?.......sure you don't want to lose any more size.........and who wants to look like a cartoonish action figure.....

Maybe one more sip, or maybe a mouthful wouldn't hurt...