Stories for a Fatter Future

- Prologue -

The sound of Erik's motorcycle echoed across the vast fields of the nearby farm as he drove past the open fence gate. He swung his bike to the side, grinding it to a halt and sending a cloud of dirt into the air. His boots clicked along the stone pathway as he approached the farmhouse. A sense of nostalgia had overcome him as he stepped across the creaky wooden porch, he had filmed in an old farmhouse like this before, it really brought him back.

The thought quickly left Erik's mind when he approached the front door, he was here on a mission. He turned the knob and let himself into the stranger's house. Breaking and entering would normally be more nerve wracking, but Erik had scouted this place for a while now. No one was home, the father always left on the weekends, spending his time in hotel rooms with a rotating door of women. The son, well the son was the reason Erik was here in the first place. The young man had been sneaking out to local gay bars while his father was gone, but didn't normally interact with anyone, preferring to watch from the sidelines. Erik had come to change that.

He wandered around the foreign house, eventually stumbling upon the son's room. He scoured every inch of the room, looking for something specific. He emptied drawers and examined every shelf in the room, it was only when checked under the bed did he find what he was looking for. A 2002 Colt Mens Calendar, a few years old by this point but still a classic.

Carl Hardwick, what a legend Erik thought.

He admired the cover for a moment before the sound of footsteps on the front porch distracted him. Erik grinned as he exited the bedroom. He walked back to the living room, close to the front door, and leaned against a door frame while watching the young man take off his boots.

It took a moment for the man to notice Erik watching him, but when he finally noticed, he froze like a statue.

"Don't be scared, son." Erik said in a gruff voice. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Who are you?" The young man asked. "What do you want!?" He blurted before Erik could even respond.

"I've come to help you out." Erik grinned.

The man slowly started moving to the door and reached for a shot gun on the wall.

"That won't be necessary, boy." Erik commanded. "Recognize this?" He said holding up the calendar.

"That's not what it looks like." The young man panicked. "It's... It's..."

"It's alright, son." Erik comforted him as he approached the young man. "You're 22 and still hiding from your father, still hiding from who you really are. I can change that."

"Wha-"

The young man couldn't even finish his sentence before Erik grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The man seemed shocked at first, but quickly relaxed and leaned in for the kiss, wrapping his arms around Erik's waist.

As Erik pulled away, he could already see the changes taking hold of the man. His clean shaven face had grown a thick black mustache right above his lip. Erik grinned as the young man's face aged into his forties, growing a five o'clock shadow over his chiseled face.

The man seemed to notice the changes happening to his body when his plaid button up started to tighten around his growing body. His sleeves strained around his thick biceps as his hands doubled in size, matching his manly look. His chest rose into two meaty pecs and his shoulders broadened to match, creating rippled muscles along his upper back.

He let out a moan in a deep gruff voice as his legs filled out the empty space in his jeans. His ass perked up, causing his crack to show right above the waistline while a large bulge formed in his crotch that quickly snaked into his pant leg.

The man bit his lip as he watched the transformation occur in the mirror. He grinned and licked the sweat off of his bushy mustache. As his buttons started to strain against his hunky body, he unbuttoned each one, revealing the forest of hair covering every inch of his mountainous muscles.

Erik watched his lips quiver as he witnessed his muscles rising like bread right in front of his eyes. He rubbed his man hands through the dense pelt of hair that covered his weathered skin, making the bulge in his pants grow larger by the second.

Now that he was distracted by his own body, the world began to shift around him, just like it had for Erik. His cowboy hat morphed into a leather cap, erasing any memories of being a cowboy from the man's mind. Meanwhile his hairline receded and his five o'clock shadow grew into an untamed beard, complimenting his more mature look.

His jeans disappeared, leaving him in nothing but a small leather jockstrap, just barely big enough to contain his manhood. At the same time, his body continued to grow. His six pack swelled into a small muscle gut and his arms surpassed Erik's in size. Also, now unrestricted by clothing, his ass expanded even further, becoming two meaty globes that clapped when he walked.

Finally, black leather boots formed around his massive feet as the room around him began to change. His once familiar home quickly transformed into a lively bar, where men of all types flocked around him.

"We love you Carl!" A man in the crowd shouted.

Carl, now fully aware of his surroundings, smiled as men stuffed bills into his jockstrap.

He loved the attention, it felt... natural. He was about to give them the performance of a lifetime.

- Current Day -

The roar of the crowd is muffled as Erik walks out of the bar. The morning sun scorches his eyes as he steps out on the hot summer day. He leans against the wall and takes a deep breath of fresh air, something he hasn't gotten since the sun set the night before. He rubs his finger along his neck, feeling the soreness where hickies cover his skin.

Erik couldn't help but smile. What used to be a lonely town with a dying gay scene now had a bustling night club filled with men straight out of a Colt Mens Calendar. All thanks to him.

It's been a great night, but Erik calls it for the day, figuring he should get some sleep before doing it all again the next night.

He stumbles over to the nearby gas station, where he parked his bike the night before. She's a couple years past her prime, but she's still kicking. But just as he's about to drive off, he notices something strange. It's a Colt Mens magazine on the ground. He picks it up, or at least what's left of it. Most of the pages are ripped out, left as shreds blowing away in the wind.

"Pete." Erik says as he runs his finger down the cover page, licking the sweat of his mustache.

"Disgusting, ain't it?"

Erik looks up to see another man filling up his motorcycle.

"It's a real shame those queers are allowed to walk 'round these streets like there ain't nothin' wrong about 'em." The man continues. "Can't even tell most of 'em apart no more. They blend in with real men like us."

"Yeah..." Erik says in a somber tone.

"You be careful now." The man says as he gets on his bike. "Never know when one of them might be face to face with ya."

"Thanks for letting me know." Erik responds as he approaches the man. "I'll let you know something."

"What's that?" The man asks.

Erik gets close up to the man, close enough to feel the man's breath on his skin.

"You're looking at one... Right... Now."

Erik grins before pulling the man in for a kiss. He makes sure to get tongue and all, tasting the cigars and whiskey on his tongue. The man quickly pulls away, giving the most disgusted glare Erik has ever seen.

"You're gonna regret tha-" The man stops dead in his tracks.

"Gonna regret what?" Erik teases him.

The man looks down at himself as his body begins to change. His beer gut starts to melt away until a six pack emerges under the fat. His man tits solidify, becoming tough slabs of meat as his weak arms swell to match his sculpted body.

"What... Are... You..." The man tries to say as his gravelly voice becomes buttery smooth.

His legs grow more defined and his flabby ass perks up, propping himself up further on his bike. And his fat pad disappears, allowing his growing cock to show off its full glory.

The man's face begins to twitch before his facial features start to regain some youth. His wrinkly skin becomes plump and smooth as his wiry body hairs become neat and well trimmed, forming a short beard over his sharp jawline. And dark hairs start to grow all over his balding head, leaving him looking decades younger than he had moments earlier.

Pete watches as his ratty oversized clothes disappear, leaving only a few leather bands around his arms, and a baseball cap with COLT written in bold. He looks back at Erik and nods.

"See ya around Erik."

"Nice catching up, Pete." Erik smiles as Pete rides off on his bike.

"Freeze!" A shaky voice yells from behind Erik.

He turns to see a cop pointing a gun at him.

"What did you do to him!?" The cop yells.

Erik puts his hands up. "Woah, you must be mistaken officer, I was just catching up with an old friend." He chuckles. "That's not illegal, is it?"

"I... I saw you..." The newbie officer stutters.

"You saw me what?" Erik asks as he slowly steps closer to the cop.

"You... Changed him..." The cops eyes widen.

"I made him better." Erik continues to step closer to the officer.

The officer looks deep in thought, so Erik takes his shot. He charges the cop, knocking the gun out of his hand and pinning him to the wall. Erik towers over him as he holds the man's skrawny arms against the wall of the gas station.

"Change me!" The cop says.

"What?" Erik asks, genuinely confused.

"Whatever you did to him, I want you to do it to me."

"Why?"

"Nobody takes me seriously." The cop looks up at Erik. "I want to be strong like you, confident like you."

"It's not that simple. I need someone as a template." Erik admits.

"Make me the man of your dreams. No template."

Erik thinks for a moment. It just might work. While still pinning the man to the wall, Erik leans in for a kiss. He starts to imagine the perfect man in his arms, just the thought makes him hard.

Erik opens his eyes to see the cop has already begun to grow. His uniform tightens around his growing biceps and swelling pecs as the buttons pop off one by one. His uniform falls to the ground in shreds, showing off leather straps around his chest while a thick pelt of hair covers nearly every inch of his body.

Erik smiles as he awaits his perfect man, but his patience wears thin. As the cops face starts to age, Erik throats off his clothes and leans in for another kiss. The bristles of the cops new beard tickle his lips as they lock.

He pins the cop with his face against the wall, and pulls out his dick.

"You're under arrest." He smiles as he forces the cop to the ground.

The cop continues to grow, outgrowing Erik with thick arms, a bloated belly, and a perky ass.

"Don't try to resist." Erik climbs on top of the cop.

The cop gasps as Erik penetrates him, and with every thrust, he grows. His biceps swell and his dick nearly doubles in size, all while he ages into his forties, growing wrinkles on his forehead and grey hairs behind his receding hairline.

He moans in a gruff voice as Erik speeds up, thrusting all his weight on him. Erik grunts louder and louder until he releases his seed into the cop, bloating his muscle gut even more.

Erik rises to his feet, only now realizing the cop is sporting a leather vest and tight leather pants. He helps the cop to his feet, watching as the man now towers over him.

"I think you rearranged my organs." The cop laughs.

"It's nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to you when we get home." Erik grabs him by the hand and drags him to his motorcycle.

I've been trying to find inspiration for stories, and I've always enjoyed pictures of men in showers soaping up and getting clean. Just an excuse to get dirty again of you ask me ;)

Going to try some captions this spring around that theme, just to spur creativity within a little restriction. Hope you enjoy!

Mitchell was out camping with some buddies in the middle of a warm week in May. When they first got there, Mitchell found it strange how many of the other campsites were taken up by rowdy groups of big, hairy, old men. Maybe there was some kind of event going on?

As they walked around the campsite looking for a spot to put up their tent, Mitchell saw a few rainbow flags and shirts with "Daddy" spread across the chests of the other campers. There was obviously some kind of gay dude event happening at the campsite. Nothing wrong with that, Mitchell thought to himself, he'd leave them alone if they left him and his friends alone.

thank you for the encouragement. there's several asks in my inbox i need to answer - and there's several people waiting patiently to be changed for the better. can't wait until all my readers are pervy gainer hogs.

as a thank you, here's a treat for you all:

Kyle smirked smugly as he cracked his knuckles, focusing his gaze on the glowing screen of his roommate Aaron’s laptop. The chubby loser had stepped out for the night, leaving behind his personal device like a quite-literally-open invitation. It was shocking enough that the chubby fag actually had a reason to leave his room for once, but this was the icing on the cake. Kyle, the undisputed king of their shared dorm — athletic, classically handsome, irresistible to hot babes —couldn’t resist the temptation to snoop.

Aaron was weird, always stuffing his chubby face with greasy food and belching endlessly, sweating through his XL shirts as he waddled in and out. Kyle figured the loser had to be into something embarrassing. He'd take a quick peek, snap a picture or two, and he'd have a couple month's worth of entertainment to milk when he showed his bros later. He expected to see some cringey anime shit, maybe weird foot stuff. But this?

Kyle’s breath caught as a video popped open on the screen.

An obese, hairy, gray-haired man reclined in a chair, his too-small shirt riding up over a massive, bouncing gut. The guy looked at the camera with a lazy, satisfied grin, and he used his massive hand to rub slow, indulgent circles into his belly.

“Mmmph… just keep feedin’ me, darlin’,” the man moaned, his voice deep and drawling. The old fat ass sounded hungry. He licked his thick lips, then let out a long, wet belch that made Kyle's ears ring.

Kyle recoiled, his stomach feeling uneasy with disgust and confusion. “The hell is this?” His finger reached for the power button. The last thing he wanted was to watch anymore of this weird shit!

ZAP.

A jolt of electricity surged through his body as quickly as his fingertip pressed down on the key. He yelped, but the sound lodged itself in his throat as his muscles locked in place, heat blooming in his chest, his toned core tightening like a retreating wave — then swelling like a full force tsunami.

A deep, gurgling sound roared from his swelling stomach.

Kyle gasped as his once-taut abs pushed outward with lard, the definition he worked so hard for vanishing beneath thickening fat. As he grew, his skin became stretched and sore. His tight shirt became strained from the sheer size of his torso, the fabric clinging to his skin as his belly inflated like a rising dough ball. His whole body quivered, muscles going soft and untrained. Fat piled onto his frame like an avalanche.

His pecs sagged into heavy moobs, a thick carpet of distinctly gray hair erupting across his much larger chest. His arms thickened into fat, useless slabs of meat. Then his fat, dimpled thighs bulged apart, forcing him into a wide, helpless sprawl. He hated it, but he could feel his once proud 8 incher shrink into a numb as his groin became swallowed beneath a hairy, musky fat pad.

Kyle's once handsome face rounded, his jawline vanishing beneath a sagging double chin.

The changes came faster. His smooth, youthful skin wrinkled, years of age marching across his face in mere seconds. His styled, dirty blonde hair lightened, thinned, then started to turn as gray as his chest hairs. Greasy strands fell from his scalp as what remained of his hair formed a horseshoe around his head. His body odor shifted, his designer cologne replaced by sour sweat, musk, and the lingering stench of beer and fast food.

Kyle wheezed, his massive gut surging forward, spilling over his waistband and pressing against the desk that housed Aaron's laptop. His sausage fingers sank into the heavy, warm blubber, and an indecent moan slipped from his lips before he could stop it.

BUUUUUURP.

A deep, thundering belch erupted from his drooling mouth, spraying spit all over the laptop screen. His massive, clearly obese belly heaved, wobbling with the force of the expulsion. His thick fingers twitched, rubbing slow, indulgent circles over his bloated gut. It was like he was forced to act out the pervy video he watched.

And it felt… so good.

Kyle’s mind screamed that this was wrong, that he should fight this, but God, the warmth of his fat belly, the satisfaction of a good belch pushing hot gas out of his bloated body, the sensation of his jiggling, hairy gut jutting out in front of him —it was pure bliss.

The door creaked open.

Kyle turned his nearly bald, sweat-dampened head just as Aaron stepped inside. The young man's beady, piggish eyes widened behind his thick glasses, then his lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“Well, well,” Aaron murmured in self satisfaction and a mix of lust, stepping closer. His gaze raked over Kyle’s massive, inflated frame, lingering on his thick, graying chest hair, his sweat-slicked moobs, and the way his huge gut surged over his lap.

Kyle huffed, another lazy burp slipping from his lips as he rubbed slow, eager circles into his belly.

Aaron’s voice dropped, teasing and eager. “Guess ya finally found my collection, huh?”

Kyle whimpered at the tone, his fat, old man body trembling at Aaron’s attention. He should’ve been angry. He should’ve fought. But when Aaron reached into his bookbag and pulled out a greasy fast-food bag, the overwhelming aroma of burgers and fries filled the air —and Kyle’s fat gut growled in need.

Aaron chuckled, cupping his unimpressive bulge with his free hand and starting to rub. “C’mon, big guy. Let’s make my dream daddy even fatter.”

Kyle licked his lips hungrily. The last of his old self melted away and was blasted out of his ass as he let rip a droning, reeking fart. He leaned forward to reach for both his meal and his ideal lover, gut slapping against his thighs.

After all… what else was a greedy, gainer addicted, perverted old man supposed to do?

The intersection of 4th and 7th is clos-

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Reports of a disease carried by mosquitos have flooded north America. Hospitals can't keep up and the CDC is struggling to contain it. Professionals are suggesting to stay inside as much as possible, and to wear bug spray when outdoors. Symptoms of the disease ar-

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"This is bullshit, it's just fear mongering. People talk about world ending shit all the time and it's always nothing." Kane said as he pulled up to the south valley hiking trail. A trail he visited often to escape the real world. It was usually busy, but today it was completely empty. "Such a beautiful day and everyone's wasting away inside." He scoffs.

Kane parked his car and stepped out into the beaming sunlight. "Good day to work on my tan." He said as he pulled off his plaid shirt and headed down to the trail.

Only a few minutes into the hike and the bugs come out. They usually never bother him, but that radio broadcast was stuck in his head.

Bzzzz- Smack!

"Ah shit!" He yelled as he smacked the back of his neck. That bite hurt a lot more than he expected. "Maybe I should be a bit more careful." Kane muttered under his breath as he slipped his shirt back on.

He couldn't quite get comfortable after that. He was paranoid about the mosquitos. That bite he got earlier kept getting itchier, and his chest felt really tight. As he was walking he kept unconsciously unbuttoning his shirt. Each button came off with a sigh of relief, but then the tightness would return and he would have to remove another button. Until the shirt was completely open.

"Man I'm getting tired." Kane said, out of breath. He stopped hiking for a moment. He wiped the sweat off his face, wondering why he was having so much trouble on a trail he had done dozens of times before. His hand drifted to his stomach to scratch an itch, and he nearly jumped in shock when his hand sunk into the soft fat on his belly.

"What the fuck!" He said poking at the round belly that protruded out of his open shirt. He then noticed the soft moobs that hung above them, adding to his shock.

"What the fuck is happening to me!? Was it the mosquitos?" He said, panicking. He was running short of breath as he felt all of the soft rolls of fat that covered his entire body. His plump ass and thick thighs that threatened to burst out of his pants. His double chin hidden under his beard. Even his bulging love handles that spilled over his waistline. He was getting fat.

"Oh fuck." He said as he took off his hat and rubbed his thick hands through his hair. His hairline started to recede and the hair that was left was thinning.

"I... I gotta get back." He said as he finally caught his breath.

He turned and started running back. But it was getting harder with the extra padding on his body. He felt his gut and his moobs bounce with every step, weighing him down. His tightening pants restricted his movement, and his increasing weight made it harder for him to move.

It felt like forever, but he finally made it back to his car. He didn't want to look, but it felt like his gut had doubled in size on the way back. And he doesn't even want to know what his hair looks like.

He sits in the car, sliding the seat back to even fit inside. He thought about whether to go home or to a hospital or what. He decided on a hospital, and stepped on the gas. His heart was racing, but something in his mind was telling him to relax. Almost as if nothing had even gone wrong on the hike. Why was he even on a hike, hikes are for pussies anyway. He just couldn't wait to get home and have a beer, maybe watch the game.

He pulled into his driveway, completely forgetting that he planned on going to the hospital. Why go to the hospital when there's nothing wrong with him, he's exactly the man he wants to be.

As he got into his house, he unzipped his fly, relieving the pressure in his pants with a sigh. He grabbed some leather and threw it on, thinking it looked sick. And finally he grabbed a cold one and a cigar.

He sat on his front porch, feeling the leather wrap around his man tits and his bulging gut lay on his lap. He cranked the radio as he lit his cigar.

-and the wear bug spray when outdoors. Symptoms of the disease are rapid weight gain, increase in testosterone, and an increase in aggressive and confident behavior-

Bzzzz- Smack!

"Hehe, why would a man want it any other way."

- Carrier B-Sides -

1.

Father and son take vacation in Florida. The duo got bitten several times over their vacation and remained unphased by the drastic changes done to their bodies. Due to the amount of bites by infected mosquitos, the father and son have gained the most weight of any known victim so far. The pair insist that nothing is wrong, despite pictures taken before the trip placing them at 160 and 200 pound respectfully. The two now weigh 360 and 320 pounds respectfully, and their credit cards show them buying new clothes nearly everyday, starting from larges to now five XLs that they're wearing now. Both have been taken in for guaranteeing, and for additional research.

2.

Sports teams around the world have been destroyed by the spread of the disease. An increasing amount of players are showing up to practices and games unrecognizable from the men they used to be. Many have become overweight and overly aggressive, making them unable to play. Teams are also reporting an unprecedented amount of sexual relations in between players. Most major sports organizations have been put on pause until things stabilize.

3.

People are starting to wonder whether certain politicians are fit to do their jobs after infection. Many become impulsive and erratic, with little ability to think for the future. Many politicians and world leaders have begun having secret meetings without any infected people, but the disease has wiped out many of these politicians. Below is a before and after of one such politician one week ago and yesterday. Conspiracies have also been spreading that government officials who have been infected have begun intentionally infected others in order to take over entire governments.

4.

Local Sheriff was in charge of temporarily holding infected individuals before they could be quarantined. The sheriff was bitten by one of the infected men. He soon started to show symptoms, he grew so fat that be burst out of his uniform. He then released the infected men, who then wreaked havoc on the small town. This was the first record case of the infection spreading human to human.

5.

A couple left their window open during a romantic dinner they had for an anniversary. One of the men was bitten by a mosquito during their dinner, but hadn't shown signs of infection. The infected make them brought his boyfriend to their bedroom. The infected man started to show symptoms while having sex. He started to grow visibly fatter. He started to get more aggressive with his partner. His partner showed concern but did not stop the situation. The infected man finished inside of his partner, who quickly started to show signs of infection. He grew about as far as his partner had. This was the first reported case for the disease being sexually transmitted.

Part 1: Breaking and Entering

Damien slowly stepped through the broken window, responding to a breaking and entering call. He carefully stepped around the shattered glass that was strewn across the floor. His slender build made it easy to sneak around the house without a sound, as he didn't want to alert the criminal to his presence. He turned to the bedroom, where a man wearing a black hoodie was piling jewellery into his backpack.

"Police! Don't move, put your hands behind your back." Damien shouted.

The slowly stood up and raised his hands. Damien approached him and reached to grab his right hand. The man suddenly pulled out a needle from his sleeve and swung it backwards. The needle jabbed into Damien's arm, and the man injected the green liquid before Damien could react.

"Ah fuck!" Damien yelled as he pulled the needle out of his arm.

The man bolted out of the room, making sure his face was obscured the entire time. Damien quickly followed, running through the thin hallways of the house. At first he was catching up, his days running track let him have the jump on most criminals when they tried to run. But it didn't take long for a lethargic feeling to overcome his body. Every step, he felt heavier and heavier. He ran more and more out of breath, until he had to stop.

He stood in the hallway, bent over with his hands on his knees, desperately trying to catch his breath. He looked down at the small belly that was now pushing out his uniform.

"Damn, -huff- I've gotta cut back on those doughnuts, -huff- I think they're starting to catch up to me." Damien whispered to himself as he rubbed his belly. "I'm fine, I've just -huff- gotta sit down for a sec."

Damien stood up straight, and slowly started to make his way back to the bedroom. With every step his belly grew. At first it was barely noticeable under his loose uniform, but it didn't stay that way for long. He soon looked pregnant, with his belly spilling over his waist line. Even his softening pecs started to press against his uniform.

His stride started to widen as he walked. Fat piled into his ass and his thighs, making him spread his legs more and more until his was practically waddling down the hall.

His gut started to widen as the fat started to fill in his love handles, and his moobs grew large enough that the fat started to fill in his armpits. This in combination with his fattening arms, made him hard to spread his arms further and further out from his body.

His sharp jawline sank into a cushion of fat as his double chin connected to his neck. His cheeks fattened, making his face look wider and softer.

His gut continued to grow, threatening to burst through his uniform. The fat started to overhang, only being held up by his tucked in shirt. And as his walk became more and more like a waddle, his gut started to swing back and forth with each step.

After what felt like forever, Damien finally made it to the bedroom. He squeezed through the door frame and flopped his fat ass down onto the bed. He could feel the fat ripple around his body as ripping sounds echoed from multiple parts of his uniform.

He sat back and laid his fat hands on his growing gut. Rubbing it felt nice.

"I think it might be time for a new uniform." He mumbled to himself.

Damien sat there for a few minutes, adjusting to the way his new body felt. The way the rolls sat on his back, and the way his fat pad engulfed his dick. Though, to him nothing had changed, he was still the same old fatass cop that loved doughnuts a little too much. He never ran track, he just threw shot put in high school.

"I should probably report this and get back." He grunted as he heaved himself off the bed.

Part 2: The Office

Damien waddled back to his patrol car and squeezed in. His slid his seat back and sped off back to his precinct.

He walked into the office as if nothing had changed. Confused glares shot from every direction, as no one recognized the man who so confidently strolled in. Though the confusion soon turned to concern as his colleagues realized it was Damien.

"Oh my god man, what happened to you?" One of Damiens work buddies approached him.

"What do you mean?" He responded, oblivious.

"Your... You're so fat."

"Ya and you're so skinny, what about it." Damien brushed him off and made his way to his boss's office. He squeezed through the door and stood over his boss at his desk. His boss slowly looked up, past Damien's hulking gut and up to his face.

"Damien!?" The Boss looked shocked as he pulled his cigar out of his mouth.

"Yes sir, I just came here to-" Damien paused as a loud growl erupted from his stomach. Moments later, he let out a loud burp that echoed through the office. A green gas, similar in color to the liquid he had been injected with, filled the room.

The cloud made it hard to see even a few feet in front of him. All Damien could hear was a series of grunts, then fabric ripping, then a few burps. The cloud soon disappeared through the cigar vent in the corner of the room. This revealed the boss laid back in his chair, smoking his cigar. His massive gut spilling out of his button up and onto his lap. His ass now pushes out the sides of his chair, and his clean shaven face now had a thick white beard covering it.

The boss stood up with a loud grunt and a squeak from his chair. He pulled his suit back to show off his now impressive gut. He gave it a good rub, as if he was just getting used to the feeling of it weighing him down.

"Oh, Damien. Where were we." The boss asked.

"Oh I uhh-" Damien stuttered.

"Nevermind, I have an announcement to make." The boss interrupted as he walked to the door.

Many people turned to the boss as he stood to make his announcement. All of them jaw slack as they see their boss now with 200 extra pounds added to him. The boss goes to speak, but is interrupted by a loud growl from his stomach. Then another green cloud erupts from the boss as he lets out a loud burp. The cloud quickly spreads around the entire precinct.

People grunted and uniforms ripped as men grew tens of not hundreds of pounds. Six packs turned to beer guts, pecs turned to saggy man tits, and fat pads engulfed dicks. Perky asses started to widen and dag under their own weight, and hands and feet were pumped with fat. It didn't take long for the sound of office chairs breaking to fill the room. By the time the cloud dissipated, every man in the precinct was left with a hulking beer guts. Some lucky ones still had their clothes on, but most had ripped through all of them. And some had grown big bushy beards to top off their bearish look. Even the men in lock up weren't safe, needing a new pair of clothes before they were set free.

The weather is beautiful today. It's a hot summer day, only slightly overcast, but that won't stop you and your boys from having a beach day.

"It's so nice to finally get out." John said with a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, boss has been workin us to the bone this week to get that house built. I can't wait to lay down and do jack shit all day." Pete chimed in.

You finally reach the sandy beach and walk over to a nearby picnic table. You slam the beer filled cooler onto the table and start opening up your beach chair for a well deserved rest.

"Hey boys! Look at this shit." John laughs while pointing at something obscured by the table.

You bend over to see around the table, but you don't see anything interesting. Just a blue beach towel someone must have left behind.

"What?" You scoff at him.

John runs over to the towel and holds it up for you like a dog would with a big stick.

"It's a pair of swim shorts you dumbasses!" John exclaims as he turns the shorts to reveal the drawstring.

"How much of a fat ass do you have to be for that thing to fit you?" You laugh at the comically large pair of shorts.

"Does that mean there's some whale swimmin out there naked." Pete erupts into laughter.

"Wait wait, watch this!" You say as an idea pops into your head.

You run over to John and snatch the shorts out of his hands. They look even larger up close, it's hard to imagine anyone actually fitting into this. You slip one leg into each hole of the shorts and pull them up to pretend you're wearing them.

"I bet we could easily fit all three of us in here." You struggle to say through your laughter.

"That's gross man! Who knows what kinda slob wore those before." John joked.

But the happy expression on your face quickly fades when a weird sensation shoots through your body. Your suspicions are confirmed as you look down and realize that your feet are rapidly growing. Within moments your average sized feet grow to size 20, then size 30, growing far past the size of any shoes in existence. They finally settle at about four times their size, making you look like a clown.

"What the fuck is happening to you man!?" John yells out.

"I-I don't know.." you respond.

But before you can get another word out, it continues. First your calves grow, forcing you to spread your legs and nearly doubling your height. Now standing at 11 feet tall, you have to look down at your friends to see them. Next your thighs expand, growing thick muscle and fat as they instantly shred through your old swim shorts and perfectly fill out the new ones. You once again have to spread your legs so they don't rub together. Also it takes a moment for you to catch your balance because the wind is much stronger up at 16 feet.

As if your massive shorts weren't tight enough around your thighs, your flat ass swells into two juicy cheeks that bounce every time you take a step. By this point, the shorts 'that would only fit a fatass' are skin tight, making it all the more obvious when your dick starts to grow. An obvious bulge forms over your crotch, snaking its way up toward your waist. Each surge of growth adds inches in both length and girth, as well as sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your dick finally stops growing at over 2 feet long and 6 inches thick, basically impossible to hide in any normal clothing but it's not like you'll ever fit into normal clothing anyway.

"Holy shit dude! Your dick is massive." Pete comments.

"I know right? It feels... so.... goooood." You moan as a large stain forms in your shorts.

And as if to trigger it, your upper body starts to grow. You can hear your spine reshape as it grows exponentially, leaving you at a staggering 22 feet tall. Your slightly chubby belly is completely replaced by a six pack with a sharp V line on your waist. Your chest and shoulders broaden to over 8 feet wide as your flabby chest is replaced by two perfectly muscular pecs with nipples larger than CDs.

The bones in your arms reshape as they grow nearly 12 feet long. Your biceps swell larger than a tree trunk and your forearms aren't much smaller. Your hands grow and thicken until they're larger than your camping chair. Large enough to pick up one of your friends in one hand. Each finger is larger than a water bottle.

That's not the end, however. Right now you're left with a comically small head compared to your hulking body. That all changes when you start to feel the bones in your head growing and reshaping. Your jaw becomes sharp and square, your nose becomes thicker, and your brow bone creates a shelf over your eyes. Finally leaving you over 24 feet tall and over 8 feet wide.

Once the transformation finally slows down, your new perspective lets you see something interesting buried in the sand. You bend down and lift the picnic table up as if it weighed nothing. You pull out some suspiciously large jewellery from the sand. A chain, a watch, and a pair of sunglasses that all seem to fit you perfectly.

"What the hell just happened. Pete did you spike my drink?" John asks.

"Nope, that just happened for real." Pete stutters.

"God this feels amazing." Your voice booms.

"You look so jacked, too." John points out.

"I know man! Watch this." You say excitedly as you pounce your pecs.

That's when you notice something interesting. Where you found the jewellery, there are what looks like two beach towels buried in the sand. Pulling them out, you realize they're two more giant swim trunks. Though they look significantly larger than yours.

A devious smile takes over your face as you reach to grab both of your friends. You toss them each into one of the massive swim shorts and watch in delight as they grow. A few cracking bones, swelling muscles, and moans later, you are left with two horny giants just like you. Although it seems unlike you, their transformations accentuated their more mature and rounded features.

Thank you for the encouragement! I just posted another story that was inspired by an old favorite of mine, but more content is definitely on the way. I'm excited to drop some more original stories for you all soon. Also, you sent in the very first ask to my blog, so I hope you don't mind if I work a little magic and change ya. Being such a good follower means you deserve a nice treat - or several.

POOF!

I want you to be a fan of my stories forever, so turning you into a gooner, obese, balding loser of a nerd should do the trick. Now you're too busy stuffing your face with greasy fast food and jerking off to hot weight gain TF stories to worry about anything else.

Travis had always prided himself on his ambition.

At eighteen, he already had a promising future ahead of him — a scholarship to a top university, a beautiful fiancée named Megan, and a baby boy only months away from being born. He planned to be the kind of father he never had growing up. His own father, Carl, had walked out on the family when Travis was still in diapers.

The night of his eighteenth birthday was supposed to be a celebration. Megan had planned a homecooked dinner and game night with Travis's mom and a few of their close friends. But everything changed when Carl showed up unannounced. A heavy fist thudded against the front door, and Travis was the first to answer.

It had been years since Travis had even heard his father’s name spoken, yet there Carl was, standing on the porch — he was a bald with a thick, dark beard. His huge, beachball sized gut had burst through the buttons on what must have once been a nice dress shirt, and the sour stink of beer and gas clung to him like a second skin. Travis focused on the sheer girth of the man, the way his massive belly jiggled as he drew in a ragged breath. Even his huge, hairy tits couldn't be contained by his XXL shirt.

“Travis,” Carl greeted with a gruff voice and a wide grin, exposing his yellowed teeth and exhaling the scent of cigarette smoke and fried food. “Figured I oughta be here for my boy’s big day.”

Travis barely managed to keep his disgust hidden as he frowned at the obese, raunchy man. Even after being told about his father’s betrayal, Travis liked to fantasize about who Carl actually was. As a kid, he imagined his dad was a police officer, or an astronaut. He liked to pretend Carl's job had been why he couldn't stick around, but the man standing in front of him looked more like a stereotype of a dirty plumber than anything else.

The truth was hard to come to terms with. Travis stared at the bloated man as his huge gut bounced and sloshed with lard, unable to be contained by his useless shirt. His father was nothing like the man Travis planned to become. This man was an obese, bald loser with hygiene issues and an a smoking addiction.

Still, something in Carl’s intense gaze made Travis's stomach twist. He could hear it gurgling.

Travis needed to hear Carl's side of the story, so he quickly stepped onto the porch and closed the front door behind him with a quiet thud. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and the meaty stench of a fart seemed to orbit around the massive man he struggled to view as his father. "Mom isn't going to allow you inside, but you drove here, right? We can go to the diner together. I'll at least hear you out."

The pickup truck the two squeezed into seemed to amplify all the smells, like belches and farts were embedded into the old leather cushions. The thick girth of Carl pressed against Travis, shoving the slender teen against the car door as he found himself literally stuck between a rock and a very fat place. Travis was able to notice that they had a similar eye color and the same dark, curly brown hair. Only, Travis still had it on his head, and Carl had it around his chubby, sagging face. The similarities ended there: an athletic jock and an obese slob driving in silence.

Once they arrived at the diner and received their orders, they passed the first few minutes with awkward small talk. Carl barely touched his towering stack of maple drenched pancakes, watching Travis intently. Travis found himself eating eagerly, as if he hasn’t already eaten the breakfast his mother had cooked only a half hour ago. Finally, as the meal wound down, Carl leaned in, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers up Travis’s spine. The musk of his father rolled over him in a thick wave. “You ever wonder why I left, boy?”

Travis swallowed hard. He was so close to finally having an answer, but opening up about his feelings was a daunting task. He had always longed for a father, but was it worth it to stoop this low? “I figured you just didn’t care enough to stay.”

Carl chuckled, his fat gut pressed against the table and making it shake, but there was no humor in the sound. “Not exactly. You see, men in our family… we got a curse. A blessing, really. But it don’t matter how hard you fight it, how much you wanna be different. It’s in your blood.”

Travis frowned, having to clear his throat as his voice began to take on the same hoarse quality as his father's. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Carl pulled something from his pocket—a grease stained, crumpled old photograph. Travis hesitated before taking it. The man in the image was almost unrecognizable, but the longer he stared, the more it all started to make sense. It was Carl in the photo, younger, leaner, and with a striking resemblance to Travis himself. It was shocking to see how much a human's body could change over the years.

“That was me at eighteen,” Carl said, his hand rubbing circles on his engorged, hairy belly. It was jutting out from his dress shirt like a hairy beachball, begging to be worshipped. “Before it happened.”

Travis scoffed, about to throw the photo the ground when a sharp pain twisted in his gut. He doubled over, a cold sweat breaking out across his body as he started to tremble. The gurgling was back again, a tightness in his stomach that made him feel like he needed to pass gas.

“What the—?” The words died in his throat as heat surged through his limbs. His fingers were shaking, his vision blurred. And his muscles, once lean and toned, tingled—then they began to soften. Like someone was pumping him full of dough. His chest felt itchy before the firm definition of his pecs sank into soft, pliant flesh. Dark curls of hair started to poke through his skin. It didn’t take long before the front of his shirt was stretched by a pair of saggy man boobs. Travis’s arms thickened, his lean biceps swallowed by layers of fat.

And that was only the beginning.

He gasped as his stomach pushed outward, stretching his shirt until the fabric groaned and began to tear at the seams. Rolls upon rolls of flesh surged forth, his abs dissolving beneath an avalanche of lard. Every trace of his old physique was being swallowed by a body that began to look increasingly like Carl's. His thighs ballooned, pressing against each other. His once-taut ass was spread out and sagging against the chair beneath him. Travis felt his asshole twitching between his swampy crack. His fat ass cheeks jiggled as he squeezed out a hot, sputtering fart against his will.

PRFFFFFFFFFFFFT!

The smell came next, and it was noxious. A deep, pungent musk seemed to ooze from his pores—thick, sour, inescapable. He reeked of body odor, stale sweat, and something heavier, something rotten.

“No—No, this isn’t—” His voice was deeper now, rougher, his breath coming in ragged, phlegmy wheezes. His vision cleared just enough to catch his reflection in the diner window—a bloated, thirty plus slob stared back at Travis. His sharp jaw had disappeared beneath jowls, his youthful face buried beneath a double chin and stubble. Sweat had soaked through his now ruined dress shirt. The flimsy fabric clung to his hairy gut for dear life. His belly looked even larger than Carl’s.

The buttons didn't take long to start flying off.

Travis stank. And worse—he was getting used to it. He breathed in deep, his shrinking cock twitching as it rubbed against his soft, fat body.

Carl laughed, clapping Travis on the shoulder. “Ain’t no fightin’ it, son. We were meant for this life. Me, my daddy before me, and now you.”

Travis wanted to scream, to fight, but his body was betraying him. A deep rumble built in his gut before he let out a thick, meaty belch. The sheer release sent shudders of disgusting pleasure through him. His cock—once proud and athletic—twitched beneath his huge gut, crushed under his fat pad. He tried to cling to his identity, but his memories of the old Travis were fading fast. He wasn't strong enough to stop himself from burping and farting them all out,

PRFFFFFFFFFT! BELCH.

Megan. His unborn son. His future.

All of it—

Gone.

A new hunger replaced the old ambitions. The thought of responsibility, of fatherhood, of discipline, felt foreign to the hog now. A greasy, gluttonous craving overtook everything else. His stomach gurgled loudly, demanding more. Without thinking, he reached for the pancakes Carl was ignoring, shoveling sugary bites into his mouth, moaning at the taste. His nub of a cock leaked pre down his fat leg. He was so happy he couldn't help but jiggle for his Daddy.

Carl leaned back, grinning as he squeezed and played with his own gut. “That’s my boy.”

As Travis sat there, gorging himself and flaunting his size, his past life faded into a distant haze. He wasn’t meant to be a father. He wasn’t meant to amount to anything of note. "Oh, Daddy. Thank you." He was only meant for this—to be a lazy, filthy slob with no worries beyond when his Daddy would provide his next meal. The two of them were now bonded for life, and the old Travis disappeared without a trace.

And the best part?

He was absolutely in love.

"This was the best birthday yet, Daddy. Yer gonna have to let me repay ya." Maybe the other diner guests should have been shocked to see the obese, filthy father and son began to fondle and play with one another in public. Their huge bellies met across the table and rubbed together as they moaned. It seemed that Travis had some latent magic of his own, the same blood curse his father warned him about. The hornier Travis got, the more the diner begun to heat up. And the more the guests became hotter and hornier and hungrier, too.

Travis heard the clothes ripping as men swelled to epic proportions.

And he heard the grunting sound of pig-like men shoveling food down their throats.

From a visiting businessman to the diner's very own chef, no man was safe from the magic that Carl and Travis unleashed.

It was James first week at his new job after moving across the country. He was shocked at first by how fat all the guys at work were but figured it was common here. He soon found out that most of these men were part of a 'food club', which was most likely the reason why they were so fat. James was sceptical at first but needed to make new friends here, so he decided to join. He talked to a few of the guys in his office to see how to join, one of them said to meet in the office above them after work Friday. Great, an opportunity for some new friends. The fact that all the guys in this club were obese was slightly concerning, but James had a good metabolism and worked out regularly so it wasnt a problem for him.

He shows up to the club after work to find many of the men from his office waiting for him. They briefly introduced themselves before explaining the point of the club. They said before they could explain what really goes on, James needed to follow the initiation process to join. All he needed to do was to eat a small biscuit they had made and get a picture of himself to join. Simple enough. James are the biscuit noting that it was really rich and fatty, but he said it was good anyway. He then went to take a picture of himself, but was interrupted by one of the men. "You gotta take your shirt of for the picture", the man says. James is suspicious but obliges, taking his shirt of and taking a picture.

He asks why he had to do it shirtless and the men told him it made the progress pictures much better. "The progress pictures?" James remarks. One of the men shows him a board with pictures of each of them, starting as skinny guys with each photo showing then fatter and fatter than before. "I dont plan on getting fat, I just wanted to meet some new people." James says. "Well it's too late now, you already the biscuit big boy" the man says while holding up the packaging for the biscuit, "The 1 million calorie biscuit, guaranteed to gain at least 100 pounds and destroy your metabolism". "Soon you'll be looking a lot like this" as all of the men grab their oversized guts. James yells "what the hell" as he runs out of the office in a panic. "Trust me you'll love it" one of the men yells as James runs away.

James secluded himself away that weekend as his body slowly inflated. What were the people at work gonna think of him, none of his clothes fit properly anymore. His gut started to show under his shirt and he couldn't button up his pants anymore. He got dressed Monday morning before work struggling to pull his pants passed his ass, and wearing a shirt that couldnt go passed his belly button. He looked in the mirror to see the outline of his moobs through the shirt and his love handles spill over the waist of his pants. It was embarrassing but he wasnt going to lose his job over something this stupid.

He arrived to work and nervously walked by everyone at the office with his hairy belly exposed under his shirt. Most of the women rolled their eyes and remarked that the hot new guy joined that food club and got fat. The men on the other hand couldn't keep their eyes of him, some even grabbing at his ass and belly. Each day went the same expect his clothes were getting smaller on him every day. Surprisingly, James started to enjoy the routing more than he dreaded it, by thrusday he was looking forward to the men in the office eyeing him and by Friday he invited the men to grab at his ever growing belly. He almost felt entranced by his belly and enjoyed the feeling of it growing.

The end of the week came quick and James found himself at the food club again. His brain was saying it was a mistake but his gut was telling him to go again. He opened the door to find the men waiting for him again, it seemed this was as enjoyable to them as it was for him. "We told you you'd love it, they always come running back once they get a taste". The first order of business was weigh in, James went first and the scale stopped at 220 pounds. He had gained 50 pounds in a week. He excitedly went to the bathroom, took his tiny shirt off and snapped a photo.

James runs out of the bathroom and excitedly asks for a second biscuit. "Woah slow down cowboy, we appreciate your enthusiasm but from now on you'll have to work for it. The biscuit started you off strong and slowed your metabolism down to a halt, but now you'll have to eat well if you want to look like us". James got an excited look in his eyes, he never let himself indulge in the sake fo keeping his physique but now he can go wild. He proceeded to gorge himself on the buffet the men had waiting for him. All the men joined in, encouraging the new guy to keep up. Everytime James was called piggy or fatboy, he sped up. Withing minutes all of them had finished an entire tables worth of food. " So what's next?" James remarks while the rest sit in silence holding their bloated bellies. "Well we get new clothes that fit and we feed like the pigs we are until next meeting". The men grab some xl clothes for James, "I kinda like the M size clothes I have right now, they show off my belly", james says, "Trust me, those clothes will look like a bra on you by next week and youd be lucky if those shorts and underwear last another day around that ass. These XLs will be small enough to show off your belly by the end of the week." The man said in response. James proudly went home his XL clothes.

Over the weekend, James ate out for every meal, and snacked constantly throughout the day. The bloat that he would go to bed with, turned into pure fat by morning. Each day his clothes getting tighter and tighter. By monday morning he had already outgrown his ne clothes. Clothes that would have looked massive on him just over a week ago were now too small. His gut started to hang over his pants so people wouldnt be able to see the fact that he couldnt button up his pants. The underhang of his man boobs started to show through his clothes and his love handles also peeked under his shirt.

James proudly marched into the office, with his massive belly on full display. The men continued to eye him and at this point to comments from the women that he let the men turn him into a fat pig turned him on even more. Each day of the week, he grew fatter and the daily struggles of being fat started to become apparent. He struggled to get out of bed and he doesnt comfortably fit in his shower anymore. And each day it became obvious that the men were right about the clothes not fitting by the end of the week. By thrusday his shirt couldnt go past his gut and was ripped under his arms by his moobs, he walked around with his fly down because it wouldnt stay up, and he couldnt wear underwear without it ripping instantly. All the guys couldnt keep their eyes off James, seems like pigging out this week really paid off. He spent Thursday and friday just sitting in his cubicle and rubbing his gut just waiting for the next meeting. The time flew until it was friday after work and he was standing by the office door. He bursts in with all his heft to see the group of men waiting for him again. "Woah, who's this big guy. Seems like you took our advice on eating seriously, you're even starting to look like us." He approaches James and starts to grab at his fat, shaking his belly and grabbing his moobs. "You might have broken our record for most growth in 1 week", the man says with a smile. They rush to the scale and James hopes on, the scale quickly rushed up to 300 pounds. "Holy shit, 80 pounds in a week, that's a record". James, prouder than ever, runs to the bathroom and gets a shirtless photo showing off his new man tits, massive overhang, and fat arms.

He walks out and posts his photo proudly with the rest of them. Followed by their massive meal. As he was eating, one of the other men went behind him, pushing his stomach into the back of James' head as he wrapped his strong arms around him to grab his man tits. As James ate, the man grabbed at James fat gut and played with his dick while whispering 'keep eating you fat pig' into his ear. It made James hard, which was weird cuz he had never been into guys, especially not fat guys but something had changed the past few weeks. He found it so hot when they encouraged to eat more junk. Suddenly the other men started to take their clothes off to reveal their massive bloated guts as the man behind him pulled his tiny XL shirt off. He didnt know why, but he found it so hot. A very obvious bulge formed through his pants when the man started to pull James' pants down while kissing his ball belly. He knew it was hot but didnt know what do to at first, he had never had sex with a man before. But as the man pinned him to the ground and played on top of him, he knew what he wanted.

James got home much later that night full of hickeys and horny for more. Over the weekend he looked around on google for gay porn, specifically with fat guys and stumbled across a gainer post. He found out men do this outside of his club, just for the sake of getting fat. He posted his progress photos online with the caption 'this is just the beginning' with a goal weight of over 400 pounds. It didnt take long for people to come over to feed him and fuck him. Guy after guy, fat and skinny, you end and old, came over help him reach his goal. By wednesday, he had already passed his goal of 400 pounds and men started to point out that his photos online were outdated, but they were shocked to find out that they had been only 5 days old. Them knowing about his club made them all the more horny, and hungry. Friday came around and, as usual, James arrived to work 3XL clothes that were far too small for him. Soon enough it was time for club. He walked in to find many of the men he touched that week waiting in the room. They were all going through initiation for the club, all of them eating the biscuit that turned him into the pig that he is now. He couldnt wait to see what they would become in the coming weeks. After all the new guys got their photos, James snapped his photo and got ont he scale to see that he had gained over 100 pounds sitting at a monstrous 415 pounds.

Afterwards they went through the usual rounds for a club meeting ending in James getting home really late again. James enjoyed watching the new guys go from skinny, to having a starter belly peaking under their shirts, to being absolute pigs that cant find any clothes that fit for more than 2 days.

The driver took his change and ushered him in. Oddly it seemed the bus was full of fat, suited men, presumably all on their way to the job too, but apart from that it seemed normal. Don wondered if he actually would get fat as he walked down the rows, looking at their flabby physiques, having to squeeze between them. As he stepped behind one large man, he heard a loud ‘frrrrrrrrrt’ noise as the fat man laughed childishly, “Whoops! Pardon me.” Don looked at him in disgust as he fanned the air, “Sorry lad, can’t help it at this age!” He chuckled. Don rolled his eyes, readjusted his glasses, and continued on to find a spot outside the range of these fat, gross old men.

As he walked down the isle however, he began to feel as if it were shrinking. Or was he getting wider? He didn’t realize how his rump was expanding as he soon began to waddle through, before finding a spot to sit.

He squeezed himself into the seat, complaining to himself about how small and tight they were. His belly began to grow as his clothes morphed from casual wear to a nice suit. His hair began to thin up top, as a bushy grey beard started to come in at his face, before he settled down with a crass ‘brrrmmpff!’ and checked his phone. “Oh! That was a loud one!” He smirked, giggling to himself despite how rude it was.

Eric groaned as he pulled into the small, grimy auto shop on the outskirts of town. His car had been making an awful grinding noise for days, and now it had finally given up. The sign above the shop read "Teddy’s Auto Repairs" in faded red letters, and the whole place smelled of motor oil, sweat, and old rubber.

Inside, a burly, bearded mechanic in grease-streaked overalls greeted him with a lazy wave. "What can I do for ya?" the man asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

“My car’s dead,” Eric muttered. “I just need it fixed as fast as possible.”

“Sure thing. Give me an hour or two.” The mechanic, whose name tag read Teddy, chuckled. “Might as well hang out. You look like you’ve never stepped foot in a place like this before.”

Eric rolled his eyes but stayed. The shop was cluttered with tools, rags, and parts, and the air felt thick. To pass the time, Eric wandered over to a rack of spare overalls and jackets hanging in the corner. On impulse, he grabbed a worn, oversized jumpsuit—it smelled of sweat and grease but had a strange warmth to it, almost like it was alive.

For some reason, Eric felt compelled to try it on. “Might as well look the part,” he joked to himself. Slipping into the jumpsuit, he immediately felt the rough fabric hug his body. It was a snug fit at first, but as he zipped it up, it started to stretch and shift around him.

A sudden heat flushed through Eric’s body. He stumbled, grabbing onto a nearby counter as a strange sensation coursed through him. His lean frame began to fill out, his muscles softening and thickening with layers of fat. His stomach pushed against the jumpsuit, forming a round belly that strained the zipper. His chest grew heavier, and his arms thickened, their once-smooth skin becoming rough and hairy.

“What the hell is happening to me?” Eric gasped, his voice deepening. He looked down at his hands, now calloused and smeared with grease as if he’d been working in the shop for years.

His face tingled as stubble sprouted into a full, grizzled beard. His jawline softened, his cheeks filling out with a rugged, weathered look. Even his hair changed, shortening and receding slightly beneath an old trucker cap that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Eric’s thoughts began to cloud. The polished, white-collar world he knew faded as memories of tuning engines, changing oil, and sharing beers with the boys in the shop took its place. The pride he once had in his spotless clothes and clean hands vanished, replaced by a strange satisfaction in being sweaty, dirty, and strong.

By the time the transformation stopped, Eric—or rather, Teddy—stood there, scratching his beard and looking around like nothing was out of the ordinary. He didn’t even notice his reflection in the grease-streaked mirror, where a bulky, burly mechanic stared back at him.

The original Teddy came out of the back room, wiping his hands on a rag. “Lookin’ good,” he said with a smirk, giving the new Teddy a slap on the back.

Eric opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a low chuckle. “Guess I’m ready to get to work,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly.

You were tired of living a life where your inner self failed miserably to match what you wanted to look like.  Growing up, you always wanted to be a big, studly, masculine bear of a man.  Sadly, genetics didn’t cooperate.  You tired seeing a personal trainer to bulk up, but all you did was develop some minor lean muscle and lose what fat and padding you had.  You tried bulking shake after bulking shake, but your metabolism simply outpaced whatever you ate.  You tried to quit shaving, and even uses some chemicals and supplements to encourage facial and body hair growth, but it came in patchy at best.

You had all but given up on reaching your ideal image of a man when you saw this ad when you were browsing some hot bear-on-bear porn.  The pop up ad advertised a way to “unleash the ideal you”, and showed a before and after of an average looking college aged guy next to a bear version of the same guy.  You thought it almost certainly would be a hoax, or some sort of minor change, but you decided to check it out on a whim.  It ended up being some sort of specialized jockstrap.  Small magnets in the elastic supposedly realigned your body or something, and it would allow you to become your ideal you.  You dismissed it as garbage, the same crappy pseudoscience you had tried before, but for some reason you couldn’t make yourself exit the page.

You sighed, and looked at the reviews.  There were a lot of before and after pics.  They all actually looked like decent mock-ups too.  There were about four dozen pics of guys in just a jock on the left, and pictures of their new bear bods on the right.  All the details matched too.  Hair color, facial structure, even the tattoos on two customers matched.  Maybe this might be something worth while.  When you got to the checkout page, you were surprised to find it was only $25.00.  Even if it was just trash, the boner you got from the thought of all these guys turning into bears was worth that price, so you ordered the ‘strap and went to beat off to the customer review images.

The jock arrived three weeks later.  You had all but forgotten about it, and it came just in time for a trip to the mountains with your buddies for some skiing.  You opened the small package, and found the simple white jockstrap and the instructions.  Apparently you had to wear it for a continuous 24 hours for the effect to occur, and for its patented magnets and sensors to realign your chakras or something.  You were going to try it later, but you decided to slip it on now.  It would be funny to start changing on your trip, and you could play the change off as some sort of guy thing if by some miracle it actually worked.  After pulling it onto your smooth frame, you snapped a before pic for the website.  There was a mention of a money back guarantee, minus shipping and handling, so if it was a flop at least you could get some cash back.

The car ride up was uneventful. It was you and three of your best friends in an SUV for a 6-hour trip. You had to readjust your crotch frequently through the trip, as it turned out the jockstrap was not the most comfortable pair of underwear you never worn. By the time you got up to the small cabin the four if you were renting, you could not wait to get to the bathroom and readjust. When you went to check yourself out in the mirror, you were in for a shock. The area right around the jockstrap was thoroughly coated with dark colored hair. It seemed that your pubes had to come in rather thickly, and were growing outwards from the jock. Already you could see a large coating of hair enveloping your ass, the upper parts of your calves, and making its way up your belly. You noticed that your butt seemed to stick out more, and when you grabbed your cheeks, you felt a great deal more mass. It was not just fat either, there was definite muscle tone on your booty now.

While those changes were astounding, even more surprising was what was filling out the pouch of the jockstrap. Before the change, having a nice somewhat narrow seven-incher, but you would be struggling to measure anything less than nine inches now. Your dick had grown thicker as well, and the lightest touches caused it to firm up and begin drooling precum. As your dick moved, you couldn’t help but feel your balls were enhanced as well. While you could not see them, as the ‘strap was in the way, you could only imagine the pair of fat low hangers that would be nestled beneath your dick, constrained and held in place by the mesh of the jockstrap.

It had been just barely eight hours, and already the change was so noticeable that you felt your heart rate increase as you scoped yourself out in the mirror. You began adjust the strap, preparing to take some pictures with your phone, when you recoiled when you saw the hair start to recede, and your ass start to deflate. The label did say you had to wear it for a continuous 24 hours, but it looks like you wouldn’t be able to adjust much at all. You had about enough time to quickly pop your dick out and take a piss, but anything more than that seemed to start to revert to the transformation. You dressed quickly and rejoined your buddies, hoping they wouldn’t notice your nervous energy or thicker rear.

The evening, while fun, was not terribly eventful. You all cooked dinner, play cards and drink beers, and went to bed around midnight. You were struggling towards the end of dinner, since you could tell your stomach was definitely starting to grow bigger. Your new gut was coming along quite nicely, and you knew that dinner had barely taking the edge off of the newfound hunger you possessed. You ended up sneaking into the kitchen once everyone else was asleep and gorging yourself on beef jerky and chips until you finally felt satisfied. A quick look in the mirror show that the hair had to come all the way up to your sternum, and that your new belly now was easily twice the size it was before. It was a little softer than a muscle gut, certainly more gut the muscle, but you can feel the firmness under the fat. Your new quads were incredibly thick, and were starting to stretch out your jeans. You switched into a large comfy pair of pajama pants and a hoodie to sleep in, knowing that by the time you woke up, your new body would be almost complete.

Instead of being aroused by your alarm clock, you were surprised to be woken up by a loud snapping sound.  Groggy, you checked your phone to find you had turned off your alarm in your sleep, and it was almost eleven.  You searched around for the thing that caused the noise you heard, and it wasn’t until you begin examining yourself that you realized it was the sound of elastic breaking. You pulled down your pajama pants, a task that was much harder to do now, and looks down with chagrin as he saw your jockstrap now lay in tatters. As much as you wanted to be upset, you noticed the changes were not reverting. Putting two and two together, you realized it was exactly 24 hours since you first slid the ‘strap on. You bolted out of bed, impossibly eager to see what transformation the night had brought.

You rushed to the bathroom and locked yourself in, closing your eyes as you turned on the lights, waiting to see the new you. As you looked in the mirror, it was everything you had wanted and more.  You were about two inches shorter than before, standing at a proud five-foot-nine now. You also were surprised to find that you looked a little older, with a little bit of gray in your hair. But that paled in comparison to the fact that you had a thick and full beard.  It hugged the rugged contours of your face, emphasizing your overt masculinity now, showing off the strong jaw and confident smile you now possessed.  You eagerly pulled off your hoodie and pajama pants and stood in front of the mirror naked. A grin split your face as you now had trouble seeing your skin under all the fur. While there was a clear delineation between beard and fur, from your collarbone down it look like you were wearing a second shirt made out of black body hair. It completely coated your pecs and your gut, thickest at your groin and at your armpits, but it reached all the way from the tops of your feet around to your back and upper arms. While you were apprehensive about having a hairy back and biceps, it looked so evenly spaced that you knew you would not mind.

Your body had continued to pile on weight while you slept, a sexy mixture of fat and muscle that showed off the strength of your large arms and legs while also demonstrating the fact that you certainly were not cutting calories. A comfortable layer of pudge coated the muscles, and you knew instinctively that plenty of people would love the fact that you could be described as cuddly now. You your cock and balls looked about the same, maybe a little bit larger, but you were not able to tell. The biggest remaining change was in your ass. It seems like someone has shoved an air hose between your cheeks and pumped until it could not grow any bigger. Two large wobbling mounds of hair-covered flesh stuck out from your previous flat ass, and you couldn’t help but play with them. You groped and grabbed and slapped your own rump, slowly getting turned on with how large it was and how much it jiggled.

"Oh... I think I might have gone to the wrong place. Sorry." You tell a large bear of a man as you double check the address your agency sent you.

"You're here for the photoshoot right?" He asks you.

"Yeah..." You look up and meet the man eye to eye.

You jump for a moment. The man looks exactly like your manager, just buried under a couple hundred pounds of fat and a bushy beard. It's clearly not him though.

You eye the man up and down. He's massive, like American trucker stereotype kinda fat. And he has a big bushy beard with thick dark hairs from his chest, if you could even call those man tits a chest, poking above his collar. He seems like a far cry from the slender, well groomed men who usually run your shoots. In fact, everyone in the studio seemed to be similarly obese and hairy.

"Great, come follow me." The man says as he turns to walk away.

You struggle to hide the disgust on your face as you watch the man waddle in front of you. Your manager is gonna get an earful for setting you up with a bunch of obese brutes. But you go along for now because you need the money. Your manager said it shouldn't be a long shoot, so you tell yourself to get in and get out as fast as possible.

"Here grab this and go sit on the bench." The man says as he hands you an open beer bottle.

You audibly scoff when he offers you the bottle. It was getting hard to hide the anger and disgust in your face. Why would your manager set you up for a beer commercial, shouldn't some overweight middle aged dad do this. You roll your eyes and snatch the bottle from the man. They couldn't even bother giving you an empty one, or at least one that's filled with water. You wince as the rank smell of the beer reaches your nose.

You sit on the bench in front of a fake floral backdrop. All the negative emotions showing in your face disappear when you put on a super fake smile for the camera.

"We're just gonna need you to take a swig from the beer." The photographer shouts from behind the camera.

Everything in you wants to smash the beer bottle on the ground and walk out, but you need the money. You turn your face slightly away from the camera and lift the bottle up to your mouth. You brace for the disgusting taste of the beer to enter your mouth, but you relax slightly when you notice it doesn't actually taste so bad.

"Perfect! Love it." The photographer yells.

The camera starts flashing, and it feels just like any other shoot you've done. The beer is even starting to taste good, so you keep going. You barely even notice the fact that your clothes are starting to feel a bit tight, especially around your stomach and thighs.

"You're looking beautiful, big guy!" The photographer continues.

A warm feeling fills your body when he calls you 'big guy'. That dude is massive and he's calling you big guy, that must mean you look really buff right now. Wait, when did you care about being buff. It doesn't matter right now, you're focused on the shoot. The pressure releases in your stomach when buttons start pooping off your shirt, and the same happens to your thighs when your fly rips open. It feels good being able to just relax instead of sucking in your gut all the time, like other photographers make you.

"Stop holding back on us, we want to see the real you!" He yells.

You tilt the beer bottle completely vertical, that'll show them. You feel the cold breeze on your skin as your clothes begin to rip to shreds. Your big gut and broadening chest pop the last of the buttons on your shirt, and your thick biceps rip right through your sleeves. Your widening ass tears right down the back of your pants, and your tree trunk sized thighs shred the remains of them.

"Really let that bear out!"

One last surge of growth flows through your body. Your beer gut doubles in size, sagging into your lap and obscuring your thick cock. Your soft pecs swell into full on man tits that rest on top of your gut. And your ass thickens once more, now filling out all the space on the bench.

"I said I want to see the bear. Let him out!" The photographer yells with passion.

As you reach the end of the bottle, you feel a strange sensation covering your face. An intense itchiness erupts all over your fattened face and even on your thick neck. You can see the growing mustache tickle your upper lip as you drink, and the wiry hairs of your beard scratch your chest. Though the new warmth on your face is now contrasted with the coldness on your head as the hair thins, which leaves you looking much older than before.

"He's almost out, let go of your past and embrace the bear!" He yells one last time.

As the last drop touches your tongue, that familiar itchy feeling spreads all across your body. A forest of thick dark hairs now covers your arms, legs, back, gut, and especially your man tits.

You finally pull down the beer bottle, now making it look tiny compared to your hulking body. You look over at the familiar faces behind the cameras and smile, you're part of a family now.

"There he is. I knew it would be a good idea to set you up with this gig." The man who greeted you at the entrance says with a devilish grin.

"Now hold up the bottle and point to it, then we can finish up the shoot." The photographer asks.

"Fuck, that guy was weird." You say under your breath as you walk back to your car.

What else did you expect, responding to an ad for free clothes on Facebook marketplace. He was an older guy with a big gut that was too big for his clothes. He never made eye contact, just looking down at my body. And he spoke in an emotionless monotone voice.

You don't think much of it, just glad you're on your way home now. The man doesn't live far, so you arrive home in just a few minutes. As you walk up to your apartment, you see a familiar face getting into the elevator. He is looking away from you, so it's hard to tell but he looks kinda like the guy who sold you the clothes.

"I guess he just has one of those faces, huh?" You dismiss it, assuming they just look similar.

You get home and immediately get undressed, ready to try on the new clothes. You throw on the large black shirt, It's a bit loose but if you tuck it in it looks fine. You pull up the shorts and they're also too big, although they come with straps that hold them up. Good enough, given they were free after all.

You stand in front of the mirror, trying to decide whether you like them enough to keep them. They don't look that good, but something about the way it fits you makes you feel confident. But then you notice a dry white stain in the crotch area.

"Ew, what the fuck! That's disgus- aooohh ughh." You try to voice your disgust at the not so subtle stain, but you're quickly interrupted. The stain disappears as the dried liquid siphons up your dick. The euphoric feeling interrupts your train of thought with nothing but pleasure.

"Fuuuuuck that feels good." You say between moans.

You grab your cock as it starts to harden, making it stick straight out in the loose fitting shorts. The tingling feeling in your crotch continues as you can feel your dick growing in your hands. From your underwhelming 4 inches to 5, 6, 7, 8 inches. It folds to the side, trying to find room to comfortably sit in your shorts. The tingling shoots down your thick shaft and into your balls, making them drop further as they grow to the size of tennis balls. The bulge is now unmistakable under your shorts.

"Ooouugh... More." You can barely manage to speak.

Suddenly your small but perky ass starts to fill with fat. Your cheeks expand until they fill all the empty room in your large shorts, creating a large shelf on your backside. Your thighs soon follow suit, growing with fat and muscle and making you spread your legs to make room for them. Your calves and feet double in size to accommodate your growing body.

"What... Ooohh... Is happening... Ugh... To me?" You try to reason, but overwhelming pleasure has already taken over your lower half. You cups your fat ass, making your hips thrust forward as a stain of pre-cum starts to form in your crotch.

The tingling pleasure that has engulfed your legs starts to migrate up into your midsection. You feel a tightness in your stomach, looking down you realize a small mound of fat is now hiding under your large shirt. The small mound grows and grows until your belly would be impossible to hide, even under the loosest shirts. Your posture starts to lean back as you try to balance out your growing belly. Your shirt is now stretched tight over the beach ball sized gut that is hanging over your waist, making your overalls slide to the side of your belly. You even feel the soft fat growing on your sides and pushing your arms outward, leaving you with thick love handles that spill over the waist of your shorts.

"Wait... Nooooouuuggh... This isn't aauuugh... Right." You try to say as your gut starts to block the view of your lower body.

You instinctively try to reach your cock again, the tingling feeling is strongest there and it begs for release. You try to stretch and contort, but no matter what your gut prevents you from reaching it.

"No no no auugh, fuck!"

This isn't the end of it, it will get worse. His flat pecs suddenly burst outward. Soft fat engulfs them as they start to press against his shirt, his rock hard nipples showing through. They start to sag to the sides as they lay on his gut. He let out a loud moan as his fingers shot to his large nipples.

You feel your shoulders fill out your now tiny looking shirt as they grow large and broad. Your arms fill with a mix of strong muscle and soft fat, making you look strong but cuddly. And your hands double in size and fill with callouses, leaving you with massive man hands. Your arms lengthen in the process, finally allowing you to reach your dick. One hand rubbing your belly, and one hand stroking your cock. The stain in your crotch keeps growing and growing as per cum spills out.

"Ooouugh Fuck yeah!"

You barely notice your deep voice and thick southern accent. Similar to that of the man who sold you those clothes. If anything the manliness of your voice turns you on even more. You waddle to a mirror, wanting to see the package of manliness that you now are.

You stand in the mirror, gut proudly pushed forward and hand stick on the crotch. You look at your face and it seems unfamiliar. It's young and almost feminine, the complete opposite of you. But it doesn't last long. Your flowy hair completely falls out, leaving you with a shiny white head. Your eyebrows thicken as your brow bone becomes more prominent and manly. Your clean shaven face rapidly fills with a bushy black beard, covering the thick double chin that covers your jawline.

You confidently stare at your body, finally matching the manly image you have of yourself.

If only you could spread that to everyone in the world, make them understand the immense pleasure of being a big manly guy such as yourself. The tingling in your cock returns when you think about it. You stare at your gut and start to pump your hand up and down your crotch. Normally a man in his fifties would have trouble getting hard, but a true man like you is hard all the time and ready to spread his seed. Your knees buckle and you let out a loud moan as ropes of cum shoot out into your shorts. You fall to your knees with a loud thump as your cum leaks down the inside of your leg.

"Fuck I'm hungry!" You forget everything you were thinking in favour of the overwhelming need to get bigger. A loud belch erupts from your body as you slowly get up to your feet. The ground rumbles under your feet as you walk to the fridge and pull out some leftover pizza and a beer. You lay your fat ass down on the couch and turn on the tv. You surf through channels, trying to find the sports channel. But you stop on the local news, as something catches your eye. The two anchors look so... Manly. Your dick hardens as you turn up the volume. The two southern hunks are talking about donating clothes for free.

"A drastic increase in donated clothes has been reported in the last few hours. Us two anchors have received a few of these generous donations today. We highly recommend wearing these donated clothes as soon as possible, and donating as many of your clothes as possible to spread the... Ugh... Generosity."

"I should do that!" You tell as you heave yourself off of the couch.

You run to the neighbor and loudly bang on the door. It takes a few moments, but a tall scrawny man answers in his underwear and a small button up.

"What!?" He asks, irritated.

"I want you to have these. For free!" You say as you pull off your stained shorts.

"Uugh okay?" He says confused.

"Here I'll put them on for ya."

You firmly grab his ankle and lift it through the leg of the shorts.

"Hey wait, what the fuck are you doing!?" The man yells.

You grab the other ankle and pull the shorts up his legs as he struggles.

"He sto... Ooouugh ugh." The man stops struggling as soon as you button them up.

The stain you left in the shorts quickly disappears as your seed enters his body. You should feel proud for contributing to the world by spreading your manliness.

The man quickly succumbs to the effects. His belly inflated into a hairy ball gut as it popped all of the buttons in his shirt. His chest turns into two man tits with swollen nipples. His arms and legs expand into thick hairy limbs as his hands and feet double in size. The bulge in his pants grows and so too does the stain of pre cum. Finally his hair falls out and a thick beard grows in its absence. The man is left there staring at you while rubbing his massive cock and his hairy gut.

He lets out a moan as a new stain forms in his pants. You catch his as he is about to fall. You lean into his ear and whisper "Spread the message," in a deep sultry voice.

"Honey, are you coming back." A man's voice echoed from inside the apartment.

"Go get him." You tap him on the shoulder.

He smiles as he pulls off his shorts and waddles back into his apartment.

"Hey, bro, pull my finger." He said, stretching out one of his digits towards you. You looked at him in confusion, not knowing who he was, or why he was asking. His face seemed oddly serious though.

"W-What?" You asked, still unsure, "You heard me." He grunted, "Do you feel lucky punk? Do ya?" This whole situation seemed surreal, "Uh... Okay, that's a little juvenile, don't you think? Two, I don't even know who you are.", he continued pressing he finger in your face, "It's me, Mike. Don't you remember?"

You were equally as shocked by this. Mike was a scrawny guy. This meathead barely resembled him. "Go ahead. Pull my finger. You'll understand then." You wanted to refuse, but somehow, something about it just compelled you. If anything, it'd get him to leave you alone, hopefully.

You wrapped your hand around his digit, and pulled. A loud fart sounded throughout the area, followed by a stinking smell, as Mike grunted. As he farted, you soon realized he wasn't the only one. You were suddenly farting too. You felt dazed as massive, continuous blasts of gas rocketed from yours and Mike's rears. You wanted to let go of his finger, but you couldn't. And even worse, your body began to change as you farted.

The longer it went on, the burlier you became. You started getting brawnier and fatter, more masculine. Your clothes felt tight as you grew. You somehow realized that what happened to Mike must be happening to you, but your head felt so foggy. As the farts died down, you were able to take your hand away, but still stood, slacked. Then, suddenly, you began to grin. Then laugh. A deep, hardy belly-laugh that shook your newfound fat like jello. Mike was starting to laugh too.

Darren wanted to take advantage of the hot weather while it lasted. He pulled on his shortest shorts and went to sunbathe on his front porch. Those washboard abs of his need to be shown off this summer, so he wouldn't dare hide them. The cool breeze and the blazing sun on Darren's skin felt so relaxing, enough so that he dozed off to sleep.

FWOOOOMP

"Ow!" He woke up in a panic. "What the hell?" He said as he pulled a small dart out of his arm. He looked around quickly, but no one was in sight. Were his friends fucking with him. Either way it hurt.

It didn't take long for the nausea to kick in. He tried standing up, but his head was spinning. A tingly feeling sprouted from his arm, where the dart hit.

Suddenly his arm swelled with muscle and fat. His skinny but defined arms doubled in size, with a thick layer of fat making them look soft. His hands thickened, growing callouses as if he'd been labouring his whole life.

The transformation moved up his arm to his shoulder. His shoulders broadened as his traps bulged out of his neck. His flat chest bounced as two soft man tits formed over his pecs, a silver ring over his enlarged nipple. His abs rapidly disappeared under a thick layer of fat, creating a round belly that protruded forward from his body.

His back muscles rippled, matching his massive shoulders as the transformation moved to his other arm. For a moment his left arm looked tiny in comparison to his massive torso, but it soon ballooned to the size of his right arm. And a biker tattoo imprinted on the size of his thick bicep.

This was when Darren finally realized what was happening. He knew he should have been concerned, but the euphoric feeling coursing through his body as it transformed felt too good.

His perky ass swelled with fat, quickly filling all the free space in his shorts. Rips crackled from his shorts as they strained to hold his growing body. His thighs then doubled in girth as they grew to a size any footballer would be jealous of. His legs also stretched as they grew, making him at least six inches taller than he was moments prior. Even his feet burst out his sandals, going from a size 10 to a monstrous size 18. Luckily the increased surface area of his massive feet made him regain his balance as he started to get used to his hulking body.

The transformation in his body had nearly come to an end as it moved up to his head. His neck thickened, matching his large traps. His sharp jawline melted into a soft double chin as patchy stubble covered his face. His cheeks puffed out as a thick handle bar mustache formed over his lip. His facial features became more rugged, aging him at least 30 years as his hairline receded. And the remaining hair shortened down to a manly buzz cut.

As his head transformed, so did his brain. Hir memories of being a sexy college student are replaced with those of a 50 something biker. His delicacy was replaced with a more aggressive demeanor, and all he could think about was sex. He could feel his dick grow in his tight pants. A final effect of his transformation, his dick began to hang out the bottom of his jean shorts. As he regained his composure, he rushed to push his dick back in his pants.

"Hey Darren! You really can't keep your dick in your pants can ya!" A biker yelled from the bottom of his driveway.

Darren blushed in response as he fully pushed his dick back into his shorts.

Jeremy just finished his freshman year of college and is now back home for summer break. Jeremy wanted to go on vacation with his friends, but his father told him he needed to come home for the summer to help him out. Jeremy hasn’t seen his father since winter break, even though his dad had been acting weird. Any time someone would go around him while he was on his phone he’d quickly hide his screen, so obviously suspicious, like he wanted someone to ask about it. The weirdness didn’t end, when Jeremy got home his father must’ve already gone to bed because he wasn’t anywhere to be found and his room was locked.

“Okay… I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jeremy says to himself.

Jeremy quickly moved his stuff in, stripped down to his boxers and got in bed. That night he had a very strange dream about an old man, old enough to be his grandpa, was rubbing his fat belly all over his bloated looking body. Jeremy gets up, almost immediately forgetting the dream, and his stomach growled. Jeremy got ready for the sad, threw on a grey tank top and black shorts. When he opens up the door, there’s his dad waiting to get into the bathroom… or what looked like his dad. Jeremy’s dad had always been lanky with a bit of a beer gut, but now it looks like his dad has been inflated. His belly padded with so much fat, his chest now a saggy pair of moobs, and his chin replaced by two wobbly double chins. He’s wearing a white tank top that doesn’t look like it’s fit him in years.

“Dad?” Jeremy asks.

“Yes, I’m your daddy” his dad now having a thick southern accent “I need to take a piss, boy.”

Why was his dad talking like that? Why is he so fat? “Dad what happened to you?” Jeremy said very concerned about his father’s health.

“I met me a nice trucker man a couple months ago, he came over and plumped your ole’ man up.” He said, patting his fat belly. “He couldn’t stay, I’m sure you would’ve loved him, boy.”

Jeremy didn’t know what to say, what to think… “Uh… okay?” Jeremy attempted to slip past his dad in the doorway. His dad immediately goes through the doorway as well, his big fat belly pressing Jeremy against the the threshold. “Dad… could you move your-“ Jeremy stopped talking as he felt something weird going on around his belly. “Dad-dy… please just let me go through…”

“Sorry boy, I just want to share my soft fat belly with ya… feel how soft it is son?” His southern twang making him sound oddly comforting.

Jeremy’s body began to rapidly gain pounds of fat. His once skinny figure has now produce a beer gut, as if Jeremy suffered from the Freshman 15. Jeremy continued to grow, his chest becoming supple tits resting on his now sizable belly. Jeremy’s jawline began to fade as fat piled on his face, a double chin forming to cover his neck.

“Daddy- please s-stop… I’m getting so fat” Jeremy said, his voice now having a slight southern twang. Jeremy couldn’t see the hair beginning to recede into his head, leaving him with a very obviously balding head.

“It’s okay boy, you’re looking like a real good son.” His dad starting to move into the bathroom, once fully inside Jeremy’s belly flopped outward over his waistband causing Jeremy to let out a moan.

“Oh daddy” Jeremy’s voice now fully sounding like a redneck, Jeremy began to play with his now blubbery body. All of his memories faded to become his daddies prized pig of a son, dumbing Jeremy down to fully get rid of the once fit college student.