Unbetitelt

Goals!!! Zip me up and lock me in.

Group of frogmen training to stay fit.

You like your uniform, take care when you are doing something. Can you hear me boy? He was looking around something. 'Ma ha?'

Jim arrived at Bruce's place, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. He had been drawn to Bruce's rugged, bear-like appearance and was curious to see where this date would lead. Bruce welcomed Jim with a warm smile and invited him inside.

Bruce: "Hey, Jim, I'm really glad you could make it tonight. Come on in, make yourself at home."

Jim: "Thanks, Bruce. I'm looking forward to spending time with you. Your place looks great."

As they settled into Bruce's cozy apartment, the conversation flowed naturally.

Bruce: "You know, Jim, there's something I've been wanting to share with you. I have a thing for bears, and I couldn't help but notice that you do too."

Jim, intrigued by Bruce's confession, nodded with a knowing smile.

Jim: "Yeah, I've always been attracted to guys with that kind of physique. It's something about the rugged, burly look that really appeals to me."

Bruce's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he revealed his surprise.

Bruce: "Well, Jim, you're in for a little adventure tonight. How about you try on this bear costume I have? I think you might enjoy it."

Jim hesitated for a moment, curiosity getting the better of him. He glanced at the costume and then back at Bruce, his interest piqued.

Jim: "Sure, why not? Let's give it a try."

Jim slipped into the bear costume. It turned out to be a bit too large for him, and he had to roll up the sleeves and pants legs to make it fit. But as he emerged from the bathroom in his bear outfit, Bruce's eyes lit up with delight.

Bruce: "You look absolutely adorable, Jim! It's perfect!"

Jim couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous he felt in the oversized costume. "It's a bit big, but I guess it adds to the charm," he admitted, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice.

Bruce, however, was quick to reassure him. "Jim, you look even more cuddly this way. It suits you, trust me."

As they sat down on the bed, Bruce couldn't contain his affectionate grin. He leaned in closer to Jim, his voice taking on a playful tone.

"So, Jim, how would you like to be my teddy bear?" asked Bruce.

Jim, feeling surprisingly comfortable in his newfound role, didn't hesitate to respond with a smile.

"I'd love to, Bruce."

Bruce and Jim settled into a comfortable embrace, their playful role-playing adding a touch of whimsy to their date night. They cuddled on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying the warmth and connection they were building.

However, as they nestled closer, Jim began to feel an unusual discomfort in his stomach. It started as a subtle ache, but it quickly intensified into a sharp pain that made him wince.

"Bruce, I'm sorry, but I need to use the bathroom for a moment. I feel right."

Bruce, released his hold on Jim and nodded in understanding.

"Of course, Jim. Take your time. I'll be right here when you're ready." said Bruce.

Jim rushed to the bathroom, the pain in his stomach intensifying with each step. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath, trying to make sense of what was happening. As he washed his hands, he looked at them and was startled to see that they were much hairier than usual.

As Jim stood before the bathroom mirror, he couldn't believe his eyes. Something inexplicable was happening to his body. It was as though his very physique was undergoing a dramatic transformation right before his eyes. His stomach, once flat, now started to protrude into a chubby belly, and love handles appeared on his lower back and hips. His butt cheeks bulged out, and his thighs expanded until they touched each other, losing their previous definition.

Panic welled up inside Jim as he watched his body change further. His chubby belly grew larger, evolving into a modest-sized round belly, and his arms and legs lost their previous muscular definition. His face grew rounder, his neck, shoulders, and arms pulsed out with soft tissue, and a fat roll formed above his love handles. The top of his thighs fattened up dramatically, and his entire backside seemed to explode outward from chubby to outright fat. His once-slender belly expanded out into an obese gut, complete with a clear underbelly. Even his groin surged with fat, forming a pillowy fat pad.

He grew a thick beard, and his pecs became flabbier. His hands and feet grew chubbier, and his entire body became hairier. The side fat merged with his chest fat, filling out his soft chest into fat moobs.

Overwhelmed by the rapid and bewildering changes, Jim let out a scream of fear and disbelief, unable to comprehend the bizarre turn his date night had taken.

Jim's anguished scream echoed through the bathroom, reverberating into the other rooms of Bruce's apartment. It was then that Bruce, standing outside the bathroom door, heard the cry of distress. Concerned, he knocked gently and called out, "Hello, Teddy bear, are you alright in there?"

Jim, still in shock and unable to process the profound changes to his body, opened the bathroom door hesitantly. As he emerged, Bruce's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Wow," Bruce exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration, "You look incredible, Jim! Welcome to the bear club!"

Jim's confusion and fear were palpable as he stammered, "What... What have you done to me?" His hands instinctively went to his drastically transformed physique, the softness and roundness of his body still feeling alien and unsettling.

Bruce approached Jim with a warm smile and a playful glint in his eye. "I asked you if you wanna be my teddy bear," he explained. "Don't worry, Jim, you're still you, just a bit more... cuddly now." He said as he delicately rub Jim's belly. Jim, torn between fear and a strange sense of curiosity, continued to grapple with the surreal reality of his transformed body. Bruce, eager to reassure him, extended a comforting hand. "Come on, let's sit down and talk about it. I promise you'll get used to it, and who knows, you might find that you really enjoy being a bear."

Jim and Bruce settled onto Bruce's bed, their proximity growing closer by the moment. As they sat side by side, Jim couldn't help but steal glances at his transformed body, the once unfamiliar softness and pliability now becoming strangely intriguing to him. He tentatively placed a hand on his own chubby belly, a curious sensation coursing through him as he felt the warmth of his new body fat.

Jim couldn't help but notice the sensations coursing through him as he touched his own new, soft body fat. The initial fear and discomfort began to give way to something unexpected—arousal. His fingers glided over the plush curves of his chubby belly, his hands exploring the unfamiliar terrain of his expanded love handles.

He stole a glance at Bruce, who was watching him intently, a knowing and inviting look in his eyes. Jim realized that he wasn't the only one feeling a heightened sense of desire. It was as if their shared experience had ignited a spark of passion between them.

With each passing moment, Jim felt more and more comfortable with his new body. The touch of his own soft flesh was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist the allure of exploring this newfound sensuality. Tentatively, he reached out to Bruce, their hands meeting, fingers intertwining as they shared an unspoken connection.

In that moment, as their lips met and their bodies drew closer, Jim discovered a new facet of himself. - How are you? Asked Bruce.

- I'm your Teddy Bear

It was just one measly punch, and he broke his bones, not the other way around. But Landon Allbright was expelled from Princeton, all because of a disagreement with a bone-headed jock and Princeton’s zero-tolerance policy. And what was even worse was that Landon’s chances of ever getting into any university again were slim to none. That expulsion would haunt him for the rest of his life, and it wasn’t like he could go to a community college to get his degree. He needed the complex pieces of machinery Princeton and the other top tier colleges had. 

He could barely show his face back in his hometown in the Midwest. The town’s pride and joy was now a recluse. And because he didn’t have too many practical skills for his line of work, he couldn’t even get a job on his merits. He scoured the newspaper daily, for some kind of manual labor job that didn’t require him to be dirty and sweaty every day. His dad told him that finding a job like that out here was a fucking miracle, but it happened. Landon stumbled across a posting that fit exactly what he was looking for. 

“Experiment subjects needed on a farm setting. Will be injected with various FDA-approved substances to see effects on human males. Must be under 5’10” and 175 lbs. No manual labor required for job; some minimal housework may be required.” Landon called up the number and got a meeting scheduled for a few days later. He checked the address, not recognizing it. As he suspected, it was more than a few miles from town, nothing he couldn’t handle, but one of those types of farms. He would have to get used to having no neighbors for a few days or weeks, however long the experiment lasted. 

Landon arrived at the farm a half hour or so before he was supposed to. He entered the main building, and saw a few other men clustered in a small waiting room. Everyone looked pretty much like him: white, short, and skinny. Landon was the last to arrive, so the couple came out early. To everyone’s surprise, it was a gay couple, but it was clear they were Midwestern. Blond-haired husky men dressed only in overalls. 

“Thank y’all for responding to the job posting! If you will follow us, we’ll have you do a group interview to see if you’re the right fit,” said one of the men. Landon noticed a ring on their fingers as they were led to the dining room. There, the married couple questioned all six men “interviewing”, and ascertained which ones would be the perfect fit. It seemed as though Landon was the only one who wouldn’t be sorely missed if they were gone, and so he was the only one that moved on. 

“So, what are you putting in me?” he asked, once the couple escorted everyone else out. 

“Well, the FDA has sent us some substances they used to use in animals. It’s totally safe for humans to ingest; we’re just studying side effects.”

“And what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well, there is always death, but there’s a miniscule chance of that. Honestly, it’s just coughs, sneezes, that type of thing.”

“Okay.” The two then showed Landon the big container of the substance. It was brown, and quite literally looked like shit. It was a bit of a struggle to get into his mouth, but once he did, Landon found that it was actually pretty sweet and totally delicious! The couple then showed Landon his room. He got settled in, and waited to see if any side effects showed up overnight. None did, and soon Landon got on a diet of having some of the substance with every meal, including snacks. It was almost addictive in a way, but he knew it was for science. 

One interesting side effect he noticed was that he was gaining muscle. He wasn’t totally sedentary, but his lifestyle was not conducive to this much muscle gaining. His shirts and pants began getting a bit too tight, and he had to awkwardly explain that to the couple. The weird thing was that, if any, he expected weight gain to be fat. But this was pure solid muscle he was gaining. 

Landon also noticed he was getting a weird mixture of both more dominant and more submissive. Sometimes, he got really angry, but other times, the couple almost had to force him to do something. That was pretty weird, and he explained that to the couple as a side effect. He hadn’t noticed any physical problems, except for this one. They brushed it off, and eventually Landon did too, seeing it as natural. He just never had a chance to express his dominant side before. 

A third side effect, one more difficult to quantify, was that Landon felt he was getting dumber. He originally had gone to Princeton for astrophysics, but looking at a textbook he brought with him now, it was all big and complicated words he could barely understand. As the days passed, he felt himself getting more and more dumb. Eventually, he couldn’t even brush his teeth without having one part of the couple there to guide him. And of course, the increasing dumbness meant that he forgot that this was a side effect of the substance. 

Landon eventually got to the point where he was so dumb, he could no longer speak English, or anything at all. The couple started to do some body modifications on Landon, who was literally powerless to resist. He had bulked up substantially since coming to the farm, but at this point and time, he could barely control his limbs. This included a very large nose ring and a device put above his balls to pull the scrotum done. He was even branded by the couple on the ass. He knew it hurt, but also saw that many of the other bulls had brands on their ass too. 

The couple was still feeding Landon the substance and turning him into a human bull. Leather accoutrements were given to him to highlight his look, and he even got collared. This was a heavy-duty collar, used for real cattle, and there was a long metal chain attached to it. Then came the interesting part of reteaching Landon how to have sex. By now, the substance had warped his brain so heavily, he actually truly believed he was a bull and not a human. 

Bryan had always been fascinated with science and technology. He spent most of his free time tinkering with gadgets and machines, and he had a special interest in robotics. One day, his scientist friend, Dr. Michaels, gifted him with a strange rubber suit. “What is this?” Bryan asked, holding up the suit.

“It’s made from a new kind of material that can withstand almost anything,” Dr. Michaels explained. “I want you to test it out for me and see how it holds up.”

Bryan slipped the suit on, feeling the material cling to his skin like a second skin. It was a little tight, but he ignored the discomfort, eager to test out the unique properties of the suit.

Bryan started wearing the suit all the time, and at first, everything seemed normal. But slowly, over time, he began to change. His movements became stiff and robotic, and he lost interest in the things he used to enjoy. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he said to Dr. Michaels over the phone. “I feel like I’m not myself anymore.”

Dr. Michaels reassured him that it was just his body adjusting to the suit, but Bryan wasn’t so sure. He felt like he was becoming more machine-like every day, and he couldn’t explain why.

As time went on, Bryan’s emotions started to disappear, and he found himself viewing the world through a cold, logical lens. It was like he was losing touch with his humanity, replaced by a robotic countenance. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t stop the change.

Bryan’s transformation into a machine was now complete. His skin had been replaced by metallic plating, and his once-human movements had been replaced by precise, efficient robotic motions. His mind had been computerized, and he had been given a new designation of a string of letters and numbers: BR4-N.

Dr. Michaels came to claim him, his footsteps echoing in the room. Bryan felt a sense of familiarity wash over him as he recognized his creator’s presence. He turned his head towards the scientist, his robotic eyes glowing with a cold, artificial light. “Hello, creator,” he said in a monotone voice.

Dr. Michaels smiled at Bryan, his face beaming with pride. Through cameras in Bryan’s home, he had seen his friend’s conversion into a machine, something that was no longer human. He had always believed in the potential of technology to transform humanity, and he saw Bryan’s transformation as a step forward in that direction. “Hello, BR4-N,” he said. “You look amazing. Are you ready to come with me?”

“Affirmative, creator.” Bryan nodded, his face expressionless. He now had no choice but to follow his creator. As he stepped towards Dr. Michaels, he felt his body hum with energy, his robotic limbs moving with precision and grace. He had no doubts or fears about his new life, he was content and fulfilled with his new existence as an obedient machine.

As he walked away, Dr. Michaels watched with pride and satisfaction. He knew that the world would never be the same, but he also knew that it was for the better. Bryan’s transformation into BR4-N was a triumph of science and technology, and he couldn’t wait to see what the future held.