bear2dad

My son Ollie ( @ol-sando26 ) dressed me today! Hasn’t he done a good job? Feeling large and in charge.

For those who wanted pictures, here they are. Feeling like a proper fat dad today.

Looking for someone to humiliate me, be my son, or both. Let me be a pudgy, dorky dad. DMs and asks open!

Thanks for your interest! Great question. I have done quite a few things.

For one, I've gained a ton of weight. I used to be pretty slim at 165lbs, and now I'm over 280. I have a nice, firm ball belly and a chunky dad butt. I have also been lifting a few days a wesk to build muscle.

I shaved my beard, which I know sounds counter-intuitive, but hear me out. Now I have a thick dad mustache and my double chin is out on display, impossible to hide. It is embarrassing and exhilarating at the same time, and I love it.

I have also been changing the way I dress. Polo shirts and graphic tees tucked into cargo shorts have been my go to. I need to get higher socks and some white sneakers. I think that is the next step. I have been accessoring, too. I also got some nice round-frame glasses that make me look older and a nice watch. Might get a cell phone holster next!

I would really love to start altering my behaviours and mannerisms, but I think I need some practice and consistency. I also want to start putting myself in new situations to embarrass myself and those around me with my dadisms. Something about the humiliation and attention of everyone seeing me as a big, dorky dad really excites me. I'd love to hear your thoughts, opinions, and ideas for what I can do next.

I am a gay man in my mid 20s, and I have been trying to change myself, physically and mentally, to embody 'dad energy.' Let me explain.

Have you ever met or seen somebody in public who just radiated dad energy to the fullest extent? Maybe they have just a mustache and their pudgy double chin is exposed. Maybe their hairline is a heavily receding, leaving only an island of hair on top. Maybe they have a big round gut that is accentuated by a polo tucked tightly into some cargo shorts. Maybe they're eating something big and greasy, and they dribble onto said shirt leaving a big stain for all to see. Maybe they have a chunky dad butt barely contained by a tight belt, and on that belt is a phone holster. All these things might make you think 'who would go out looking like that?' or 'Who would want to be like that?' This is who I want to be, in real life, more than anything: a big embarrassing dad. I find the changes I have been making to achieve this quite exhilarating.

"Since you’re taking requests, I’d love to be changed into a hairy obese big bearded submissive."

That can be arranged.

With the snap of my fingers, your body begins to feel different. Bloated. It feels as if someone is slowly pumping you up full of air. It isn't air, though. It's fat. Your gaze turns to your belly as the expanding intensifies. You watch with delight as it rises like a loaf of bread, impossible to suck in from now on. It wobbles with every step you take.

You feel the need to scratch your growing gut as a coat of bristly, black fur begins to grow all over. It doesn't stop there, though. A healthy coat spreads to your thighs and lower legs, which are also plumping up with solid muscle-fat. It goes on to cover your widening rump. That's right. You have a plump, hairy ass now. The hair continues its crawl up your body, coating your chest where a pair of doughy man-breasts have formed. You rub them with pleasure.

The hair doesn't stop there, though. All of a sudden, your chin feels prickly. The sensation only lasts for a brief moment though as sprouting stubble turns into a big beautiful beard. It is thick and bushy, covering your round jawline and growing double chin. The hair atop your head begins to recede, leaving you with a shiny bald dome as the beard grows longer and longer. Everything comes at a price, my friend.

Speaking of price, I'll be taking some height from you along with the hair. Your body only looks wider as you begin to shrink. You lose a good six inches or so, your belly and butt each sticking out further than you thought possible as fat redistributes throughout your body. In your new, bulky form, you find it difficult to walk now. Don't worry... you look sexier waddling.

A desire, an everlasting need, sends waves across your brain. A need to be submissive. Obedient. You feel your rear throb, needing to be filled. Maybe you'll find some sexy muscle daddy to dominate you tonight. Perhaps another obese, furry papa bear who can take care of you and your body in ways you could never imagine before.

I hope you enjoy your changes, my hairy, obese, big-bearded sub!

This is one of my all-time favs that I managed to find on Tumbex after some sleuthing. I wanted to archive it here.

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TRUTH OR DARE

“Did you seriously not read the instructions” I asked my friend in an annoyed manner. 

“I thought I’d be able to repeat the spell, I didn’t look into it further” he responded while laughing at me a little bit. 

My friend and I were hanging out and found this truth or dare app. Most of them were pretty normal until we got to the one that said swap bodies with the person of the asker’s choice. We were all a little drunk and didn’t think it would work. My friend got to choose whose body I swapped into and he picked his Dad as he was sleeping upstairs. He read out the spell and once he finished I was transported upstairs and into his dad’s body.

I came downstairs and we did silly things know that I was in his Dads body like making him take his shirt off and dancing weird. I was honestly having a lot of fun making my friends Dad look funny. 

I took a seat at the table we were playing at. “Alright, that was enough fun, we should swap me back before this gets out of hand” I said in a condescending manner. The way I delivered it sounded like a disappointed Dad almost. 

My friend repeated the incantation and nothing happened. He re-read the instructions again but still no luck. I started to feel a sweat drop form on my bald head, and I wiped the sweat away. 

My friend scrolled down on the app and noticed a warning. The warning said that this dare was in development and not all the bugs have been fixed. They said to keep trying and it should work eventually. 

I found it pretty hot that I was now stuck in my friend’s Dad’s body. It was going to be an adjustment but I was in love with this body. This body was starting to get tired so I said that I was going to lay down, and to try the spell again while I’m up there as that might help us return to our positions. I was secretly hoping that it wouldn’t work. I took some time to explore my new body before, rubbing my curves, bald head, and goatee as I jerked off. It felt so surreal being in this body. It felt right that I was in this body and I started hoping that the spell wouldn’t work so I could stay. 

I went to my new bed and laid down, hoping that I would wake up like this. Luckily, my wish came true. I woke up in the morning still in this body and I couldn’t help but smile. The weirdest part is that my body old body was up and moving around. He was acting just like me and none of my friends seemed to realize what was going on.

“Hey Dad” my friend said laughing. “Sleep well last night?” He snickered. He had no idea that I was still in this body. I decided to play into it and “Like a rock” in my strong voice. I glanced at my old body and he gave me a wink. I realized that somehow my friend’s dad must have been behind this but I didn’t care. 

Instead, I started cooking breakfast for them and began adjusting to my new life. I had the biggest smile on my face, realizing that this body was all mine. 

Dude, lets jump off the edge!" One friend suggested. "Hell yeah. You only live once!" Agreed another.

"Careful, guys." He warned. "Jumping from here may not be the safest idea. Also, none of us brought swimsuits! I think we should..."

His buddies all looked at him with the familiar glaze of boredom. He'd become something of a worrier. One friend even went so far as to call him the "father of the group," explaining how lately he felt like more of a concerned dad than a friend.

This time was no different, and he knew he wasn't impressing them. This wouldnt cut it anynore. He got an idea.

"Betcha can't make a bigger splash than me!" He exclaimed before darting to the ledge, leaping off into the lake.

As he leapt, he felt heavier all of a sudden. He watched as his belly swelled out into a significant, round bump. The solid sphere stretched his tank to the limit. The new weight felt like it was making him fall faster.

He felt his formerly fit thighs and butt plump up as he descended further and further towards the water. It was a bit uncomfortable, he had to admit.

A bushy, black beard quickly poofed into existence, covering his now ruddier cheeks, as a thick peppering of body hair erupted all over his new gargantuan form.

He felt the breeze run across the top of his head as his hair fell out, leaving a smooth, bald pate behind. A hat appeared to cover his dome from the hot sun.

The world became blurry for only a moment, until a pair of glasses materialized on his nose.

Wait—his glasses? Why hadn't he taken those off before jumping? He'd lose them in the vast expanse of water below! What a forgetful old man. 'Oh well. You only live once,' he thought to himself before finally plunging in, water splashing high around him, soaking his friends on the ledge up above.

I asked the wish-granter for a better moustache, and I guess another gentleman moments earlier had asked to be younger. For convenience, it seems, the wizard killed two birds with one stone.

Imagine my surprise when I blinked and found myself I this body! At first, I was a bit freaked out, but the new sensations I felt were giving me a serious chub. I soon found how sexy and fun it was to be a plump, older man.

I drove myself home to this body's residence, trying not to play with myself as I did so. My new partner greeted me with a wave and a smile through the window. When I got inside, he pulled me into a passionate, bearded kiss. Our furry, wiry moustaches gently scuffing one another as our lips locked.

"Congratulations, User! You have just won a free vacation! Click here to redeem your prize."

I was in the office doing some serious procrastinating. Messing around online instead of writing that report. The popup looked like something straight out of the year 2005. They say to never click on links like that, and I suppose I should have listened. But I'd been experiencing insane burnout at work recently, and I just wanted a little break. The link took me to a simple, white web page.

Select your vacation destination:

The Beaches of Miami

The Mountains of Denver

The Glitz and Glamour of Hollywood

A trip to the beach sounded so perfect. A much-needed getaway. To lay in the sun as the waves crashed on the shore, not having to worry about work or life? It sounded like a dream come true. I selected the first choice.

Excellent! Please wait. Arranging details of your stay...

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Destination found!

As soon as those words appeared on screen I began to feel dizzy. My head was spinning. The world around me began to fade in and out of existence. I felt as if I was going to black out. My body, no longer under my full control, slumped over in my office chair. Was I dying? Having a heart attack? Then, a flash of brilliant bright light.

The world reappeared, but my surroundings were drastically different. Gone were the confining walls of my office. In front of me, instead was the vast expanse of the ocean and a bright, sandy beach.

The nausea was slowly subsiding. 'What a bizarre experience,' I thought to myself. 'How did I get here? Am I hallucinating? When I wake up, I should should probably see my doc- OH MY GOD!'

Reality hit me like a punch in the gut. Every sensation came back to my body in an instant, only I wasn't in my own body. What I felt and saw threw me into complete shock—I now possessed a massive belly that protruded out in front of me! Paired with it were two flabby man-tits and a hairy chest. A bright green bathing suit rode up my chubby thighs and hugged my rear end, which seemed fatter now, too. What was this?

My back, legs, and feet were now also incredibly hairy. So was my face, I realized as I ran my fingers over what felt like a goatee. The sun beat down on my head, and I could feel its warmth on my scalp. I was completely bald! No, no, no!

I was somehow an old, fat guy!

I jumped, or rather, struggled to jump up out of my seat. For a moment, I felt like a stuck pig. My massive gut was pinning me down. Throwing around this body proved difficult with such a massive beach ball of a belly. The sensation of so much fat on my body was bizarre—my chest, belly, and butt jiggling and wobbling as I made an effort to heft myself up.

I looked around for some form of help. For some way to fix the obscene changes that had just taken place. But there was nothing. No one to find. Every beachgoer appeared completely oblivious to the events that had just taken place, along with my abject horror. This couldn't be happening!

My suspicions were confirmed when a volleyball bounced its way towards me. A few teens and young adults ran over to retrieve it. One of them smiled at me. "You wanna play, old-timer?"

To them, it was just another day at the beach, and I was just some bloated, bald old fart. Sunning my goods like a beached whale.

I needed answers. I felt a wallet and phone in my pocket. Opening the wallet revealed a hefty stack of cash and an ID. The photo on the card matched my new appearance perfectly. An overweight, follicly-challenged individual. Apparently, I was now a gentleman named Dave Milton, age 66. The address on the card appeared to be located in a Miami suburb.

Was this that website's solution to my burnout and exhaustion? Transporting me into the life and body of a well-fed, well-off retiree? I needed to ponder this more. I needed a stiff drink. I steered my gut in the direction of a boardwalk bar. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

As soon as the water engulfed my body, everything felt off. My feet began to tingle. Then my calves. Then my thighs. Torso. Arms. Neck. Then my head. I was covered in goosebumps from head to toe, all of my hairs standing up on end. Wait–I wasn't this hairy before!

As I investigated the forest of hair erupting all over me, I felt my stomach begin to gurgle. I began to blubber up underneath the water. Layers of fat began to pile onto my body. I could feel my arms, legs, and butt simultaneously plumping up. I watched astonished as an impressive spare tire made itself at home just in front of me, jutting out proudly.

I felt a cool breeze overhead. What a foreign feeling. I reached a now meaty hand above my head to discover an absence of hair. I'd gone bald! I frantically waded my way out of the pool, hoping nobody would see me as I continued to transform. I had to catch myself at first going up the ladder–I wasn't used to carrying all of this extra weight.

I was spending the afternoon in the park with my buddies Dustin and Tyson, tossing a football around. Just shooting the shit. The sun was beginning to go down. I glanced at my watch. 6:15.

"Alright, fellas," I said, "I think I'm outta here."

"Aw, c'mon, man." Tyson whined. "Why?"

"It's been fun, but maybe we should head home before it gets dark." I replied.

"Pff. Alright, DAD." Dustin joked.

"You guys can stay if you want," I shot back, "but-" buuuurrrRRRp

I was interrupted by a massive belch that escaped my throat. The guys chuckled.

"Dude. Gnarly." Tyson sneered. I tried to excuse myself, but the words wouldn't come out. Something was wrong.

I was feeling stuffed. Swollen. Bloated. I let out another belch. BRUUUUURRUP. A gut pooched its way out in front of me, stretching and ripping my shirt. My jeans weren't far behind, tearing at the rapid expanse of my lower half. I'd gotten fatter, in more places than one. The only garment that survived was my underwear, which was strained to the max by my new pudge. The guys stared in awe at what was becoming of me. All I could do was stand there, embarassed.

A forest of body hair sprang up all over the front of me. All of the hair fell off of my head in an instant, leaving me bald. A scruffy, graying beard and mustache sprouted from my chubby cheeks.

"Oh shi- sh- shoot. What happened to me?" I finally managed to muster, my voice now scratchier and deeper. Normally, Id curse at a time like this, but something was holding me back. I'd gone from fit to fat in a matter of seconds, and I'd aged a good two and a half decades. I had to be at least 48.

"Holy shit, man!" Dustin exclaimed, slapping my gut. "Now you LOOK like a dad! What the hell?"

I was upset for a moment, and still in shock. Confused. I wanted to be angry. Why were my friends making fun of me at a time like this? Another voice in the back of my head told me that this was okay. This was normal. These weren't your friends, they were your sons. They always gave you a heard time. I began to feel the urge to give in to that voice more and more. This was good. I'd been like this for years. I liked being a dad.

"Well, boys, I'm headed home. You can stay if you want, but don't stay out too late. Be home for dinner." I commanded.

My friends-turned-sons sighed. "Alright, Dad."

I strolled to my car in the parking lot, still shirtless. My pudgy, hairy body on display, jiggling for all to see.

There was a magic show in the park last week. A mysterious man claiming he could grant wishes and fulfill people's wildest dreams. I should have been more specific when I told I wished I was a celebrity.

Instantly, I was teleported to a beautiful, lush green backyard with a deck attached to a decently-sized home. I was immediately thrown off balance, and I stumbled forward in an effort to catch myself. Something was off. I was far more top-heavy than I remembered.

I glanced down at myself, only to find a huge, round, belly! A solid, spherical ballgut jutted out about a foot in front of me, stretching my new polo shirt to the limit. I was fat as a house! What did that magician do to me?

I decided I needed a mirror to learn more. I made my way through the sliding glass door that stood ahead of me, waddling slightly to accommodate my new mass. I managed to explore the house enough to find the bathroom. When I saw myself, I was speechless. I now possessed the body of Kevin Chamberlin!

My thick, calloused hands explored my new face. I tried to deny the reality of the mountain of man gazing back at me, but it was all there. The bald head with the fringe of cropped, greying hair. The ruddy cheeks. The bulbous nose. The white, walrus mustache that hid my upper lip. I decided to take off my clothes and explore the rest of my body.

Several days passed. I thought I would be more upset about the result, but whatever spell that magician drummed up now has me content to look and act just as Kevin would. Enjoying wonderful food and drink. Happily singing show tunes whenever the mood strukes me. Recording videos for the internet, lumbering and tossing my bulky body around in unexpected ways. Dancing, and as a result, swaying and shaking my gargantuan gut for all to see. Being an icon for the bear & queer community. I suppose my dream of becoming a celebrity has been fulfilled.