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"What are you doing?" Terry asked as he peeked over his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Nothing, why?" Geoff responded as he quickly closed his phone.

Terry reached around and snatched the phone out of his hands. He opened the phone to find the confirmation of an Uber order.

"You're ordering out again!?" Terry scolded. "Babe, we talked about this. I thought we're gonna start eating healthier."

"Just cuz I'm delivering it doesn't mean it's unhealthy." Geoff defended.

"I can see that the order is for Crumbl cookie."

"Fine! You caught me. So what." Geoff scoffed.

"So what? Would you grow up! You've gained 40 pounds in the last year, this isn't healthy."

"That's just what happens when people hit thirty, they gain a bit of weight. What's not normal is someone spending multiple hours every day at the gym. You barely even work, you should be glad I make the money to feed us in the first place." Geoff started to shed a few tears.

"Maybe a few pounds would be normal, but you've jumped off the deep end. You sit on your ass all day and wonder why you've turned into the fat ass that you are. I'm trying to be the bigger person here and help you lose the weight." Terry continued.

"The bigger person!? All you do is judge how I look. Why don't you be the bigger person and admit that you only loved me because I was fit."

The words echoed around the room like a shockwave. Terry stopped dead in his tracks, as if the words froze him in time. Then, all of a sudden, his body started to grow. The once 5"7 Terry quickly shit past 6 feet as his body stretched and his limbs lengthened to match. His shirt looked like a crop top as he passed 6"3, and his basketball shorts didn't even cover his knees anymore.

Geoff couldn't help but watch as his boyfriend gained nearly a foot in height, he just kept tilting his head back to keep eye contact. Little did he know, that was only the beginning.

The tight abs that peeked under his tiny shirt began to soften. It was subtle at first, just a small layer of fat that softened his six pack. But then it sped up. Fat piled into his midsection as his stomach swelled into soft belly, and his tight hips widened until his love handles spilled over his waistband. His shirt rode up to his chest as his belly continued to grow until it put Geoff's beer belly to shame. It hung over his shorts, showing off his enlarged belly button.

Geoff didn't even have time to react before the rest of his body started to grow as well. His juicy pecs inflated into thick man tits that ripped right through his shirt. His shoulders broadened to match his hulking height, and the layer of fat growing over his arms made him look even stronger.

His shorts tightened around his legs as his thighs grew larger than his own head, making it hard to walk without them rubbing together. And his fattened ass cheeks won't make it any easier.

Meanwhile, Terry's hands and feet start to grow. They nearly double in size as his fingers swell and his feet widen. He drops the phone as his hands grow too large to easily handle it. At the same time, the bulge in his skin tight shorts started to grow, snaking its way down the side of his leg until his dick was nearly hanging out of his shorts.

Hell, even his face began to change. His cheeks puffed out slightly and his sharp jawline softened under a layer of fat.

As the transformation came to an end, Geoff simply stared at his massive boyfriend, unable to find words to speak.

Terry, now able to move again, simply reached down and picked up Geoff's phone off the floor. He groaned as he stood back up, seemingly not used to having to lift such a heavy body.

"God, this things really weighing me down." Terry chuckled as he patted his exposed belly. "Good thing the food just got here." He said as he looked out the front door.

"You want some of my Crumbl cookie?" Geoff asked, still bewildered.

"Do you even need to ask that?" Terry scoffed. "And once we're done, I'll make you a nice dinner and stuff you until you can barely walk. How's that sound?"

Experiment: Testing human bodies malleability for potential species transformation.

Notes: Human was abducted from pool in the human country of Saudi Arabia. Subject has an average human build, tan skin, and more hair than the average male human. Subject will be kept in simulation of a pool to reduce stress on the humans mind.

Test Subject 1

Species: human

Weight: 180 pounds

Height: 5"10

Age: 27

Race: Arab

Experiment 1: Muscle growth

Notes: Subject will be given a muscle growth agent, as well as some hormones that may help ease the human body through its transformation. Subject will be kept in simulation of their home for comfort.

Subject has responded well to muscle growth. Muscle has grown mostly in chest, arms, and legs, consistent with proportions of muscle in the average male human. Added hormones have increased the subjects body hair significantly, primarily in the subjects face. Hormones have also slightly affected height and age of subject.

Species: human

Weight: 250 pounds

Height: 6"2

Age: 30

Race: Arab

Experiment 2: Racial change

Notes: Subject will be given an agent to change their genetics from Arabic to American. An American department store has been selected for maximum comfort.

Results are not as expected, but experiment is still a success. Subject has been transformed from an Arab male human to an average American male human. Subjects skin has lightened to a pale beige colour, and majority of their body hair has fallen out. Also, the subjects genitalia decreased slightly in size. These changes are suspected to be caused by change in genetics during transformation.

Species: human

Weight: 250 pounds

Height: 6"2

Age: 30

Race: Caucasian

Experiment 3: Fat growth

Notes: Subject will be given a large dose of calories to significantly increase body fat mass. We have observed that fat gain can often be stressful among humans, so subject will be kept unaware of fat gained for maximum comfort.

Subject has reacted well to high dose of calories. They seem unaware of their high body fat percentage. Fat has concentrated primarily in the stomach, with some in the chest, arms and legs, which is consistent with fat distribution in the average human male.

Species: human

Weight: 359 pounds

Height: 6"2

Age: 30

Race: Caucasian

Experiment 4: Hair growth

Notes: Since subject has lost majority of their body hair, we will test their ability to grow it back. Subject will be given a mixture of hormones to help the body grow hair. The subject will be given larger clothes for maximum comfort.

Subject has reacted well to mixture of hormones. Subject has grown an amount of body hair comparable to their body before experiment 2. Although, the hair is a brown colour, when it was a black colour previously. This is suspected to be a side effect of racial change. Other side effects of the hormones is a deeper voice, slight change in fat distribution, and increase in generalist size.

Species: human

Weight: 350 pounds

Height: 6"4

Age: 30

Race: Caucasian

Experiment 5: Age progression

Notes: The human body has been observed to change drastically while aging. The subject will be given an aging agent. Subject will be given clothes that have been observed an older human for maximum comfort.

Not as much changed in the human body as expected. The body hair turned a light grey, the fat distribution has concentrated in the stomach and chest, and the subjects skin has become dry and spotted. Also the subjects seems to have lost muscle mass and gained fat mass during the aging process, we have yet to discover whether this is normal in aging male humans.

Species: human

Weight: 330 pounds

Height: 6"0 Age: 60

Race: Caucasian

Experiment 6: Species transformation

Notes: Human subject has been deemed to be malleable enough for species transformation. Subject will be exposed to a fungus from the fungus forests on the home planet. Subject will be placed in an average sillian household for maximum comfort.

Subject has completed the species transformation without problems. Facial features have changed significantly to match those of a male sillian. Subject has grown two extra limbs, a large amount of body fat and muscle mass, and body hair comparable to the average male sillian. Fat has concentrated in chest, stomach, and legs, consistent with an average sillian. Muscle has concentrated in the arms, legs, and chest to optimize the subject utility in battle. Subjects genitalia have increased in size to match the average male sillian. Intelligence has also increased to that of an average sillian soldier and subject now comprehends English, Arabic, and Sillian.

Species: sillian

Weight: 1240 pounds

Height: 12"4

Age: 132

Race: N/A

When confronted out the front of the gym by a man offering to sell you a large 2kg bottle of protein powder, you felt stupid forking over the cash. You looked down at the bottle with its ridiculous name: ‘2Good2B: MASSive MASS Protein Powder’. You thought to yourself that there is no chance this will help you at all. But is that really what you thought? You did buy it after all, so you must have thought deep down that there is a small chance this can be the missing ingredient that will finally turn your small, lean body into one bursting with muscle.

The bottle read: ‘Stimulates growth and guaranteed to significantly increase mass within a week’. It read exactly like an overpromising scam, but that didn’t stop you from putting into your protein shake and doing your workout as usual. Your gym session didn’t feel any different, and you didn’t feel any different afterwards either, besides feeling a bit deflated after your questionable purchase.

The next day.

It was hard to get out of bed; your body felt like it was filled with lead. You eventually willed yourself up, as you did every morning, to get ready for your morning jog. Once you were on your feet you noticed the heavy feeling still hadn’t gone away. You must not have slept well last night, you thought. It was when you put on your clothes that you finally realised something was up. Both your shirt and your shorts hugged your body tightly like they ever had before. It couldn’t be, could it?

You were a stud. That’s exactly what you thought as you looked into the mirror, flexing your biceps that now barely fit into your sleeves. It wasn’t just your arms, but your chest, legs and butt were all hugged tightly by your clothes. It felt amazing. You couldn’t wait to test out this new body on your jog, but most of all you couldn’t wait to down more of that protein powder and hit the gym.

Planning for the club was the hardest thing ever, with all the business and having to take care of the wife. Barely, and I mean Barely, were you able to find a open spot to go to the bar.

You hadn't been to this bar in forever but all you knew is that it got bought out by another company. But it still remained as a bar, you were interested and seeing if there beverages had stayed the same.

You put on the finest suit, a little tight, but what's wrong with a little muscle hanging out. It's not like you dont already have a wife . .

Once 9:45 hit, you headed out. You sayed your goodbyes and opened the door to your SUV and hit it down the road to the bar. Grab a drink and go, that was your idea. You pulled up into the reserved parking spots, payed the fees. You noticed a abundance of huge vans with graffiti all over them.

"Alot of people must have showed up today" you say to yourself, probably crowded in there. You looked up at the new sign.

"CHUBBY BEAR BEAR"

"Thats a wierd name" you say out loud. Must of been that new company that purchased them. These bears might be really good if they can "knock out" a chubby bear.

Once you opened the door to the bar, you see a bunch of chubby men just laying around drinking. Some using each other as beds. You notice one of them staring at you with a man on his stomach.

He gives you a strange grin and you simply walk past him. A strange oder follows, the whole place is completely stunk up. You can nearly breath under the perfound odor.

You collect your composure and head straight over to the bartender. He's juggling the bottles like a professional, you notice that hes the only one in the bar (other than you) that isn't really chubby,

"How can I help you sure?" He says, "Suprise me man, and make it quick, I wanna get out of here" you relplie. "WHY is that? To, much for you?" He replies slighly. "OK man, just hurry up" you say hastily, "ok ok, no need to rush."

He grabs a bottle and shakes it up, hands it to you. "This one's on the house" he says.

You thank him and take a sip to make sure it taste good. It has a funny little taste, but its, intoxicating. You become addicted instantly. You want more, you've NEVER wanted something so badly.

The bartender notices this and already about 20 bottles waiting, you chug and chug them down. You body becoming more sluggish, your tissues feeling light. You feel like your getting bigger, you muster all your strength to throw the bottle away. A crowd starts laughing and booing, some start to chase you. "Whats wrong with these people" you think to yourself. Once you enter the bathroom you open the huge stall close your eyes and slam the door shut.

You open your eyes, looking at the handle and quickly locking it. You feel a sense of relief and anxiety, you look down at your body, your stomach is pocking through the shirt and your pecs are wider than they should. You jump back and fear but knock into something causing you to fall, you look up and see a towering figure above you

He doesnt even look at you, just grabs you by your arm, unlocks the door. And drags you out the bathroom. You plead with him to let you go but its almost like hes a zombie, not speaking and even looking. Just has a dumb smile and a huge body.

He throughs you into the crowd of people, all of them screaming as your body gets bigger. They grab bottles and start pouring the liquid on you, you swat at them to get away but they swarm you and retain you. You think about your business and wife, but they feel like a distant memory. Your body keeps expanding. Your stomach feels full,

Your mind feels dull, you stop resisting and start chugging again, not out of your own self control but because you love it. It has to be corrupting your mind- NO

Its not "corruption", its purification. You love the taste of the bear, the hard earned sweat of the musk. Your belly is your pride. Your pecs your own milk cushions

You are amazing, the primary life line. Your bros need help, just lay on my stomach, the pecs just provide extra nutrients. The transformstion is compete, you are the best you could possibly be. All the fellow bears cheer for YOU,

You hear the door to the bar creak open, a new victim for your special drink. You'll make sure they love it, you stare at your future prey.

When your lanky roommate came home from his job at the research facility, he boasted about some brand-new finished product that he had spent months developing. You hadn’t really given it much thought. Of course, you were thrilled that he had finished his work on this supposed new product that was going to “revolutionize the world,” in his words, but it sounded like the same sort of thing he had been saying every day. Still, you weren’t going to rain on your roommate’s parade, especially when he was thrumming at the idea of “moving on to human subjects” and mentioning under his breath that he might be the “lucky one to test it out.”

Out of curiosity, you had asked him what his project was about. He had pulled out his phone to show you a company-directed video about the “Male-tamorphosis Drug,” a new initiative designed to help combat male baldness, muscle atrophy, erectile dysfunction, and all sorts of other medical conditions. From the way your roommate was brimming with excitement, and from the computer-generated graphics showcasing a skinny man bulking up with muscles as though he had spent years pumping iron at the gym, you made the reasonable guess that the drug had far more use than what the video talked about.

So when your roommate said he was going to step out for the evening to grab dinner and some drinks with his co-workers to celebrate their new success, you found yourself sneaking into his bedroom and eyeing the small, medicine-like container placed in the center of his desk. It felt as though the drug had been set out for you, practically inviting you in to try it out yourself. As you picked up the container, the small, singular pill inside clinked against the plastic edges, barely illuminated by the warm light from the lamp.

Popping off the cap, you peered inside and dumped the singular pill onto the palm of your hand. It looked like candy, a light-brown pill that could easily be mistaken for an M&M. In fact, the more you convinced yourself that it was just candy, the easier you felt yourself being swayed that this completely untested, unfamiliar drug was fine to take. The rational, logical side of you knew that this was a complete mistake, for several reasons. First, it was completely experimental, and who knew what side effects might result from this magical creation. And of course, there was the fact that you were practically stealing from your roommate. This wasn’t yours to take, and he definitely hadn’t given his permission for you to come in and try out the product of his hard work.

But the glint of light shining off the smooth, brown pill was all it took for you to pop it into your mouth, and you quickly swallowed it down with very little time to regret your decision. The pill had a surprisingly sweet taste, almost like rich, velvety chocolate. If your roommate found out about what you did, there was no way he was going to forgive you. Perhaps he could at least be willing to understand if you came clean about swallowing up his lifelong work. Panic sank in at the thought of him walking in on you and catching you after what you had done. Since there was still some time before he would be back from dinner, you quickly began to make sure that everything was in the right place just as you had seen it. It was better to leave no trace of your crime in his room and deal with the consequences afterward, if he suspected you.

Tucking the empty medicine container into your pocket, you began making your way out of the room so you could retreat to the privacy of your own space. You planned to just play video games or watch some TV for the rest of the night, hoping that it would be a simple enough alibi for your roommate not to notice anything. But as you made your way back toward the doorway, your eyes caught a glimpse of yourself in the full-length body mirror in the corner. You would have normally hurried past, but something in your reflection seemed to catch your eye.

​You stared at yourself with a raised brow, carefully rubbing at your jawline with a curious expression. The person in the mirror followed your movements, and it certainly looked like you, but something felt… off. Stepping closer to the mirror, you leaned in to examine the reflection. When was the last time you had facial hair? And a jawline that looked like it could cut through a diamond? Your mouth started to open in surprise, only gasping to yourself as the light and sparse patches of hair quickly unfurled into a thick and dense forest of jet black hair, creating an itchy sensation over your cheeks and upper lip. The reflection had a full-on beard, something that you could never have achieved in your lifetime, no matter how much you had dreamed of it. While the dark hair looked a bit out of place in contrast to the rest of your body, your fingers were too busy exploring the dense stubble that pricked at your fingertips.

“Whoa… it really works!” you whispered softly to yourself, turning your head to the sides to marvel at the beard. Amid your surprise and admiration, you watched as your reflections shifted once more. Like a pulse of energy running through the rest of your body, your hair and eyebrows darkened to the same pitch-black, until your face matched. Marveling at your new changes, you were quickly distracted by the sudden stretching and ripping sound coming from the rest of your body. A quick glance down at yourself confirmed the strange noise, with your clothes bursting and fluttering down around you in ripped tatters. The scraps of fabric barely clung to your body as you swelled up, much like a balloon becoming filled with air.

But there was nothing soft about you anymore. Pounds of thick, meaty muscle bubbled up from your skin, drawing it tight like a leather suit over mounds of pure beef. You continued to stare as a light dusting of dark hair covered the rest of your body, leaving you standing in your roommate’s room with a ripped body and even more ripped clothes. Turning your head to the side as you raised one of your beefy biceps up for a flex, you caught a strong whiff of your musk, trapped underneath a freshly damp mat of armpit hair. Rank with your sweat, your eyes rolled back at the thick smell of a man who spent most of his time building up his body.

The smell must have done wonders for you, though, as your head began to empty and clear itself of any thoughts beyond lifting and bulking up. All the things you used to know before, the knowledge you had from school, the experience you had from your job, quickly seeped out of your brain and traveled down to your cock. With each passing second, the last remaining strips of clothing, desperately trying to grant you some modesty, were quickly being pushed aside. Your formerly modest cock and balls were quickly swelling up to something of enviable proportions, and even you knew, in your half-addled, gooned-out state of mind, that no matter what sort of shorts or pants you put on, a sizeable bulge was going to be pressed tight against the fabric.

Reaching down to feel up your heavy cock as it slapped against your tree-trunk-like thighs, you used both hands to pump and stroke it slowly. Each pull drew out a long, low rumble from your heaving chest, your swelling pecs bouncing as you found a nice, steady rhythm to pleasure yourself to. Droplets of precum began to slip out from your cock slit, splattering onto your roommate’s bedroom floor. You marveled at the sight of yourself in the mirror, flexing and posing your newly gained muscles with each pump. The sensual mirror display you were putting on left you distracted as your skin began to darken, revealing a healthy tan beneath the coating of dark hair. Years spent indoors, sitting at a desk in front of a screen, were quickly replaced by years of farm and fieldwork. Memories of the blazing sun beating down on your broad back and bulky shoulders left you working up a sweat, and your tongue slipped out from your lips as you touched your sweat- and oil-slicked body.

You were too distracted by the new changes to hear your roommate close the front door. All that was on your mind was hitting that moment of pure ecstasy and climax, and the impending orgasm was starting to build in your loins. Your deep, throaty moans covered up the sounds of footsteps approaching the bedroom door, and it wasn’t until you heard the sharp exclamation of surprise that you glanced over to greet your dorky roommate.

“What the fuck, man?! What the hell are you doing in my room? Who the hell are you?!”

That seemed like such a dumb question to you, especially when your roommate was supposed to be the smart one between the two of you. It was the whole reason you opted to stay with a nerd like him. He made good money to help pay the rent, and you always left the boring logistical stuff to him. People typically did things for you as a favor just to catch a whiff of your scent or a sly grope of your bouncing pecs, and you were happy to oblige so long as you didn’t have to deal with all that boring smart people shit. You flashed a toothy grin at the smaller man as your face contorted into a doped-out, pleasured expression.

“O-Oh, fuck, bro. Why’d you gotta walk in on your roomie like that? I’m fuckin’— so fuckin’ close, man!”

The sharp yell of pleasure was the only warning your roommate got before you unleashed your full, pent-up load. It had been days since you really got yourself off, so your cum shot out with a high and forceful arc. Spouting out from your throbbing, veiny pole, the white ambrosia landed over the other man’s shirt, leaving a nice, healthy splatter that began to seep into the fabric. If neither of you knew any better, it practically looked like he had spilled a full cup of milk over himself.

“What the…? What the fuck?! Get the hell out of my room! This is so disgusting, how can you– Why are you—”

You stared at the shrimpy man as he floundered with his words. The angered expression on his dorky face began to morph from disgust into curiosity with a hint of arousal. Judging by the small tent in his pants, it wasn’t surprising to you that he was attracted to a beefcake like yourself. You smirked as you sauntered over, leaving your naked Arab body on full display for him. His eyes seemed to glaze over the closer you got, and his nose seemed to tilt down towards the cum-splatter on his shirt.

“Smells…. so good…” the lanky nerd mumbled as he stumbled forward, landing on his knees so that he was eye-level with your dripping cock. Grinning as you took in the dazed expression on his face, you gripped the base of your cock and smeared some of your leftover cum over his lips, making sure to coat it with your spent seed. “Tastes… like chocolate, man…” he mumbled softly.

You placed one of your hairy mitts on the back of his head, carefully guiding his mouth forward until his pretty, pink lips were wrapping around the fat head of your cock. “I know, right? Tastes amazing, bro. You really outdid yourself this time,” you chuckled dumbly as you let your eyes flutter shut at the warm and wet sensation of his throat. Bucking your hips forward a bit, you made sure to slide in a few extra inches until your nerdy boytoy was spluttering with saliva and your cum dribbling down the corners of his mouth. “You always know how to help me feel good after a good pump sesh, man. Love havin’ you around to help a bro out.

As both of you lost yourselves to the dizzying pleasure of arousal and orgasmic bliss, neither of you noticed the patches of hair starting to grow on your roommate’s chin, or the roots of his hair darkening to an inky-black color. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light, a glimpse of a shadow as he swallowed up every last droplet of your cum. But you were too far gone to care about all that big thinking stuff anyway. Best leave that for those smart people at the lab.

Luke pulled into the gas station with the large food delivery from the burger joint down the road. He’s never deliver such a large order before. Going into the station with the food he was surprised to see that it was dim with the smell incense heavy in the air. Tacky decor was up and you could hear what sound like middle eastern music playing on a radio behind the counter. He walked over the counter and Aden a massive hairy bear of a man. Disgusting. “Did you order?” He could tell the man bArely spoke any English from the sound of his troubled communication. But the hairy man took the large order from him and sent him on his way. He didn’t even make it out the door before he looked over his shoulder and seen the man tearing into the greasy deep fried food like an animal. Grease and food drippings falling into his white shirt. The spots that it hit make it obvious just how hairy the man was. And his gut so round and tight. Luke was disgusted by the site of the man. What a beast ! Who would ever let themselves go like that !

On his way out the door an old ancient looking man could be seen walking toward the door of the station. He had to be oldest man he had ever seen. And behind him walked two of the biggest men he had seen. One smelling like beer and look like a trailer trash rut. The other smelling like bo and a gym locker room and looking like a epitome of a dumb ex jock. What the hell was it with this gas station. He was walking to his car when some Middle eastern men drove up to the gas pump. Music blaring in Arabic. Luke couldn’t stand men that did this. Shaking his head in obvious disgust. Luke even said under his breathe “they should just go back to west they came from”. He proceeded to his car not even noticing that the old man has stopped. Watching every movement he was making and smiling.

As soon as Luke turned his car on the same Arab music like from the gas station he was complaining about came blaring out of his own speaks. Loudly cussing he turned it off. “Where the hell did that come from!” Shaking his head in anger he was glad this was the last meal run of the day and quickly backed out of the parking lot and left. The old man watched like leave and proceeded into the gas station with his harem of stereotypes.

When Luke got home he slammed his car door and walking to his apartment got a glimpse of a his reflection in his living room window. His skin looked slightly darker as if he’d been outside in the sun all day. He didn’t pay any attention to it though and continued to go inside his apartment. Turning his tv on he was confused when the language was set to Arab and was on the middle Eastern channels. Quickly turning it from that trash he found a new issue where subtitled kept going across the screen in Arabic and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get them to go away. Getting pissed off he decided to go to the kitchen to heat up some leftover from the night before.

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Back across town in the gas station. The big bear behind the counter was stuffing his face with fast food when he seen the old man walk into the store. Scared at seeing the man again so soon but even more shocked to see who was with him. “I’m please with the changes you’ve made here. Very pleased. And I see your finally eating properly! You’re going to close up shop early today. Your coming with me.” The big bear didn’t know what to do other than listen to the old man. He crammed the last bit of his deep fried food in his mouth and locked up the gas station. And got in the car with the old man and the 2 others that followed. Seeming to be stuck in the same situation He was in.

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As like sat on his couch watching tv with the annoying subtitles he didn’t even notice his skin got even darker. But what he did notice was the car pull up outside his window. Getting up and going to the door he seen the old man and the fat bear from the gas station get out leaving the other three men in the car. Luke was shocked that suck fat men could even fit in the car. But even more so he wanted to know why the hell they were at his apartment! Opening the door he was prepared to yell at them but when he did the old man was already standing right in front of him with a red glow in his eyes that made luke step backwards afraid as he had never seen such evil before. Slowly the two men walked into his apartment and the fat hairy one shut the door behind him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” Was all Luke was able to say before his tongue became twisted. The only man smiled. “You’ll only say and speak when and what I want you to speak”. Luke tried his best to form words but all that came out was silence and grunts. The old man laughed. “I see my friend here disgusts you with his large hairy form.” He reaches up and rubs a hairy shoulder of the man that is shamefully looking down at his hairy feet or what he would be doing if he could see them past the large gut in the way. Luke’s tongue became untied and he told the old man how disgusting the hairy man was. How repulsive it has to be to look like the epitome of an animal and eating like one. Tongue twisting again he wasn’t able speak and was shocked that he said the things he did. He wouldn’t be so harsh to someone normally. “Well. Let’s see how you feel when all of these of the traits are passed to you. You’re going to be his son from now on. Large. Hairy. Only you’re going to be something even worse. Degrading yourself every chance you get. Got it ?” Luke’s tongue untwisted itself and without control “please…”. He was struggling to fight the words coming from his mouth. “Make…” the old man smiled even more as the red glow was more intense. “Just like my dad !!” Luke’s hands flew to his mouth afraid of what was just said. “Well is that all? You’re fathers a little skinny boy. You want to be a big man right ? Really disgustingly huge ? “. Without control Luke shouted demanding that he be made 100 pounds heavier. The old man laugh.

Hair began to grow from Luke’s face thick and wirey as his hair pulled in. Whil his stomach began to shine and expand outward. He would never see his abs again as they were quickly replaced by a permanent beach ball sized gut that would quickly become a keg. A jug of whole fat milk formed in his hand and he had to sit down as he began to chug it. His body forcing him to drink every drop of the milk even when he wanted to fight it. The whole time his body bilking even further as his skin became darker. His thoughts faded and changed becoming foreign and soon he thought in a different language. His body began to grow hair all over but you wouldn’t be able to tell yet. He was still young but his fathers genes were being forced into his dna now. Making him a bigger dumber hairier copy of him.

“This apartment is where you and your father are going to live now. You’ll be his translator since he no longer speaks English. You’ll work st the gas station with him. And just like him. You’ll eat junk food abs deep fried goodies all day. How’s that sound ?” Luke was in so much ecstasy and pain as his gut was so tight and large now. The jug of milk refilling automatically and Luke bringing it back to his lips to drink again. “Make sure you drink that whole thing. You wanted to be 100 pounds heavier than your father now”. The old man closed the door behind him leaving the gas station owner and his son. While Luke was still forcibly changing into the the dumb son of his gas station owner father.

22 is a great birthday ! You said big and hairy. But, you neglected to state in which direction so k let the where of fate decide for you. You’re faking your friends when suddenly a loud burp comes out. It’s rancid. It’s horrible. You run to the bathroom not knowing what is going on. You don’t feel well. But your stomach is churning and you hearing it frowning and gurgling as if you just drank whole a whole two liter soda. You look down and you stomach is slowly pushing outward. You freak out and in the mirror you see a dark stubble starting to grow on your face while your neck and chin seem to be getting thicker. You chest is getting heavier as it pushes outward and your stomach pushes out further. Your legs catch up in hair and mass as thy gain muscle and your calves become large as footballs. Large enough to carry the new mass that your gut is about to become as if your next burp cause your stomach to surge forward into a large hard round gut that quickly covers in hair with a thick trail of hair going down the center. Your moobs catch up resting on top as you double chin finishes grow on in with a thick csrpet dusting your chest and thick beard that makes you look as if you changes race to a middle eastern man. You dick bulges forward from inflated balls and a thickened cock making it harder to contain in your shorts as your shirt finally gives way to show the massive hairy man you are now to everyone. Looking in the mirror you look as if you’re in your 30s. But rest assured you’re still 22. But with this new body I’ve made sure that that the changes wi only intensify with age. Just wait till next year when your back hair grows in as thick as as a carpet. By the time you reach 25 the skin on your body will be covered in hair as thick as the hair of your beard. Making you the epitome of a big hairy man. And that weight ….its there to stay.

Porter was naked, masturbating in his warm studio apartment, when someone knocked at his door. He tried to ignore it, focusing on the boobs of the woman in the video on his phone, but another louder knock shook him out of his daze. He slipped on some clothes, quickly washed his hands in the kitchenette sink, then looked through the peep hole in his front door. He saw Mr. Jacobs, the apartment building's repairman, looking expectantly at the door and wearing no shirt.

Mr. Jacobs was a large and hairy man with a reddish goatee. Porter thought the man was in his late forties, over a decade older than him. Porter hadn't interacted with Jacobs much since he moved in almost a year ago, though the repairman had been over earlier that week to fix Porter's AC unit. He was an odd man, gruff yet friendly, as likely to joke with someone as he was to get irritated at them. Porter felt a bit uneasy with the middle aged man in his apartment the other day, as Mr. Jacobs kept staring at him while he thought Porter wasn't looking. Porter was told that a part needed to be ordered to finish the repairs, and he assumed that must be why Mr. Jacobs was at his door at 9:30 in the evening, though why the man's hairy chest was exposed, he had no clue.

The heat of the late summer evening pressed down on Marcus like a heavy blanket. The air in his cramped apartment was still and humid. He lay across his bed, stripped down to nothing but a pair of faded yellow briefs. They were loose, standard cotton things, typical of the plain, unnoticeable life he led. Sweat pooled in the shallow hollows of his collarbone. He was scrawny, a constellation of sharp joints and pale skin, his arms thin rods holding his smartphone. He was just mindlessly scrolling through social media, a digital life that mirrored his empty social life. Girls didn't notice him, and he’d resigned himself to a life of digital voyeurism.

"What are you doing?" Terry asked as he peeked over his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Nothing, why?" Geoff responded as he quickly closed his phone.

Terry reached around and snatched the phone out of his hands. He opened the phone to find the confirmation of an Uber order.

"You're ordering out again!?" Terry scolded. "Babe, we talked about this. I thought we're gonna start eating healthier."

"Just cuz I'm delivering it doesn't mean it's unhealthy." Geoff defended.

"I can see that the order is for Crumbl cookie."

"Fine! You caught me. So what." Geoff scoffed.

"So what? Would you grow up! You've gained 40 pounds in the last year, this isn't healthy."

"That's just what happens when people hit thirty, they gain a bit of weight. What's not normal is someone spending multiple hours every day at the gym. You barely even work, you should be glad I make the money to feed us in the first place." Geoff started to shed a few tears.

"Maybe a few pounds would be normal, but you've jumped off the deep end. You sit on your ass all day and wonder why you've turned into the fat ass that you are. I'm trying to be the bigger person here and help you lose the weight." Terry continued.

"The bigger person!? All you do is judge how I look. Why don't you be the bigger person and admit that you only loved me because I was fit."

The words echoed around the room like a shockwave. Terry stopped dead in his tracks, as if the words froze him in time. Then, all of a sudden, his body started to grow. The once 5"7 Terry quickly shit past 6 feet as his body stretched and his limbs lengthened to match. His shirt looked like a crop top as he passed 6"3, and his basketball shorts didn't even cover his knees anymore.

Geoff couldn't help but watch as his boyfriend gained nearly a foot in height, he just kept tilting his head back to keep eye contact. Little did he know, that was only the beginning.

The tight abs that peeked under his tiny shirt began to soften. It was subtle at first, just a small layer of fat that softened his six pack. But then it sped up. Fat piled into his midsection as his stomach swelled into soft belly, and his tight hips widened until his love handles spilled over his waistband. His shirt rode up to his chest as his belly continued to grow until it put Geoff's beer belly to shame. It hung over his shorts, showing off his enlarged belly button.

Geoff didn't even have time to react before the rest of his body started to grow as well. His juicy pecs inflated into thick man tits that ripped right through his shirt. His shoulders broadened to match his hulking height, and the layer of fat growing over his arms made him look even stronger.

His shorts tightened around his legs as his thighs grew larger than his own head, making it hard to walk without them rubbing together. And his fattened ass cheeks won't make it any easier.

Meanwhile, Terry's hands and feet start to grow. They nearly double in size as his fingers swell and his feet widen. He drops the phone as his hands grow too large to easily handle it. At the same time, the bulge in his skin tight shorts started to grow, snaking its way down the side of his leg until his dick was nearly hanging out of his shorts.

Hell, even his face began to change. His cheeks puffed out slightly and his sharp jawline softened under a layer of fat.

As the transformation came to an end, Geoff simply stared at his massive boyfriend, unable to find words to speak.

Terry, now able to move again, simply reached down and picked up Geoff's phone off the floor. He groaned as he stood back up, seemingly not used to having to lift such a heavy body.

"God, this things really weighing me down." Terry chuckled as he patted his exposed belly. "Good thing the food just got here." He said as he looked out the front door.

"You want some of my Crumbl cookie?" Geoff asked, still bewildered.

"Do you even need to ask that?" Terry scoffed. "And once we're done, I'll make you a nice dinner and stuff you until you can barely walk. How's that sound?"

"Dude, Steve's dad is fuckin' nuts."

"Think I don't know that, bro?"

"Not sure the beers are worth it, man. Seriously."

The heavy clack of a dropped pipe wrench followed by a string of muffled expletives made both young men snicker. When Liam and John signed up to help Steve move into his new rental, they expected heavy lifting, not an absolute gauntlet. Steve's father, Mr. Richards, was a certified, old-school hard-ass.

"What're you boys laughin' at?"

The booming voice of Mr. Richards cut through the dusty air of the living room. He stepped into the doorway, framing a physique built like a seasoned workhorse. The man practically oozed discipline, sweat, and sawdust. He was always going on about the pride of the construction crew, how it was a real man’s job, and how he wished Steve would show at least half that grit. To him, Liam and John were just "good-for-nothin'" distractions diluting his son's potential.

"Spendin' all your time laughin' it up," the older man barked, glaring at them with hardened eyes. "You pretty boys are useless. Always jokin' around. Can't take a single damn thing seriously."

"All due respect, sir, we're just here to help our friend," Liam said, straightening his posture. John nodded in solidarity, both of them standing tall to prove their loyalty to Steve.

Mr. Richards’ eyes flashed with a sudden, unsettling intensity. "Help him? Oh, I know jus' the way."

Before either could react, Mr. Richards moved with a terrifying, explosive speed that completely defied his age. His calloused hands clamped onto their arms, violently pulling the two young men together.

"What the fuck?!" John yelled.

"Shit dude, let go!" Liam wrestled to break free, but the moment their skin collided, a bizarre, visceral heat flared at the point of contact.

Their arms didn't just touch... they melted. The skin fused, the underlying muscles twisting and braiding together, expanding exponentially as their shared mass coalesced. Youthful, smooth skin rapidly thickened, weathering into a sun-baked, rugged texture right before their eyes.

"Dude! Get off me! Stop pushing!" Liam panicked, his voice cracking.

"I'm trying! I can't move my arm!" John screamed.

Mr. Richards simply grinned, watching as the anomalous reaction rippled through their clothes, shredding the fabric until they were entirely exposed. In a desperate bid to separate, Liam shoved against John’s chest, while John raised his other arm to defend himself. The moment their hands collided, the phenomenon struck again. Their limbs fused into a second massive, heavy arm, padded with thick muscle and dense labor-ready bulk.

Terrified, Liam slipped on the hardwood floor, pulling them both down. He landed hard on his back with John pressed tightly against his front. They hit the floor with a heavy thud, gasping for air.

"You're each worth about half a man from my crew," Mr. Richards smirked, looming over them like a foreman inspecting raw materials. "And two halves equal one whole."

A sudden, overwhelming wave of intense, heavy pleasure spiked through them as their lower halves collided. Liam and John both let out a strangled groan as their groins began to merge. Their cocks melting into each other, settling into a thick, heavy shaft took shape above two massive bull nuts. The cool draft left their new manhood throbbing, threatening to shatter their panicked minds.

"Oh fuck... what is this..." Liam moaned against his will, his thoughts fracturing.

"Feels so heavy..." John gasped, biting his lip as their hips melded seamlessly, reshaping into a wide, immensely thick set of glutes: a solid, powerful dump truck of an ass forged from dense muscle and heavy fat.

As they bucked against the floor in a daze of sensory overload, the transformation surged downward. Their legs collided and fused into pillars of pure power. Thick, hairy thighs took shape in seconds, their calves bulging and their feet stretching into a pair of size 13 giants. They flexed their heavy, calloused toes against the floorboards as the raw, unbridled pleasure continued to reshape their biology.

"Look at that," Mr. Richards chuckled, leaning down to firmly grip their newly formed manhood. "Feels good, don't it? Becomin' somethin' better. I always treat the boys on my site right."

The dual consciousness inside the collapsing minds of Liam and John whimpered. They closed their eyes tight, desperately trying to stifle the embarrassing, breathless sounds escaping their throats. But Mr. Richards wasn't done. He forcefully pressed Liam's upper torso deeper into John’s.

"There we go, nice and easy."

Both young men had prided themselves on their gym routines: lean abs, cardio endurance, and neat definitions. But as their torsos violently slammed together, the superficial fitness vanished. An intense pressure replaced the pleasure as their midsections expanded outward. Layer after layer of dense, heavy muscle packed itself around their shared spine, immediately followed by a thick, proud layer of solid beer-gut fat.

"Fuck, stop! Please!"

"I can't take it...!"

Mr. Richards just rolled his eyes, stroking them rhythmically to keep their minds compliant. A massive, proud muscle gut finalized its shape, heavily blanketed by a dense forest of dark chest hair and a thick treasure trail.

“That’s the stuff.” Mr. Richard’s muttered running his other hand along their hairy stomach, “Real men ain’t smooth.”

The transformation climbed into their chests. Their pectorals collided and swelled dramatically, expanding into two heavy, dense slabs of rock-hard muscle and jiggling fat that rested heavily atop their new gut. It was meatier and wider than anything either youth had ever possessed, completely covered in a rugged mat of coarse hair.

"You're lookin' good," Mr. Richards praised, his voice echoing in their ears. "So close, boys. Well, shouldn't really call you 'boys' anymore."

Everything from the neck down was now a singular, towering, powerhouse of a man. Only their two distinct heads remained, frantically looking at one another in sheer terror.

"Wh-what are you doing to us...?"

"Please, just turn us back..."

"No tears now, c'mon," Mr. Richards smirked, reaching up to pinch one of their heavy, shared nipples. A sharp, shameful moan erupted from both mouths simultaneously. "You're about to be a real man for the first time in your sorry lives. And when I'm done, you'll never know anythin' different."

"Wait! Don't!"

Mr. Richards grabbed both of their heads and forced them together.

A final, muffled cry filled the room as their facial structures dissolved into one another. Their youthful features melted away; their hair fell out completely, leaving a smooth, bald head. The nose widened and flattened into a rugged profile, while a dense, perfectly trimmed beard sprouted across a heavy, square jawline. Youthful eyes shifted, taking on the heavy, weathered look of a man who had spent forty years working under the blistering sun. Their neck thickened into a massive column of muscle, and their skin darkened into a leathery, tanned complexion.

Then, absolute silence fell over the room.

The only sound was the deep, heavy breathing of the massive, lumbering man sitting on the floor, sweat glistening across his newly forged muscles, thick hair, and heavy gut.

Mr. Richards smirked, placing a heavy hand on the bald head. "How's it feel, Chuck?"

The name echoed through the shambles of what used to be Liam and John. Their old memories were scattered, disorganized, and rapidly fading into irrelevance. Who were they? It didn't matter. Chuck was here now. Chuck was strong. Chuck was a real man. He knew exactly who he was. A stupid, satisfied grin spread across his heavy, bearded face.

"Fuck, boss..." Chuck's new, booming baritone voice rumbled in his chest, a sound that made Mr. Richards smile with professional pride. "Can you finish me off?"

"Not until you finish the job," Mr. Richards said, letting go of Chuck's manhood and stepping back. "Got it?"

"Guess that's fair." Chuck grunted, easily pushing his massive, heavy frame off the floor with his bulky arms. "Alright, let's get to it."

Chuck moved with absolute efficiency. He carried three times the weight Liam and John ever could, moving boxes and heavy furniture like they were made of cardboard. He was a real man, and real men knew that if you wanted your reward, you had to put in the honest work first.

As he hauled a massive oak dresser toward the master bedroom, the front door clicked open. Steve walked in, holding a cold twenty-four pack of beer. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking up at the towering, bald, bearded laborer.

"Oh, hey... are you one of my dad's friends?" Steve asked, blinking in confusion. "I'm Steve."

"Chuck," the big man rumbled, offering a brief, respectful nod.

"Thanks for coming by to help," Steve said, looking around the room with a puzzled frown. "Uh... have you seen my friends? Liam and John? I finally brought the beers."

Chuck looked down at the cold cases, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his rugged face.

"Can't say I have," Chuck rumbled, wiping a bead of sweat from his thick brow. "But I'll definitely take one of them beers."

I took a few creative liberties here and wrote a long one lol. Enjoy!

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“C’mon,” Ethan muttered, gripping the back of the couch as he tried to straighten his right leg. “I’ve got this... I've... fuck!”

He exhaled deeply and collapsed onto the couch, wincing as the pain shot through his knee. It hurt so much, so fuckin' much. And it wasn't just physical. He could hear his phone buzzing, the messages piling up.

"You coming back this season, bro?"

"Tubing Friday. Your knee good enough yet?"

"Scouts still asking about you btw."

Ethan cursed again. He missed going to practice. Missed drinking with bros. Missed the parties, the dumb arguments, the camaraderie. He missed his life before the injury.

“Fuck me...” His head sunk into his hands, "Stupid fuckin' knee."

He glanced up at his stick and the framed photo of the team. Him in the middle with a wide grin and his arm around his bros. Fuck... he wanted to get back to that. And he wanted to get back fast.

"There's gotta be a way..." He muttered.

An hour later he was deep in rehab forums when an ad stopped him cold.

BUILD-U-BACK RECOVERY NOW ENROLLING IN YOUR AREA: A NEW START, LASTING RELIEF

“Sounds fake as hell,” Joe murmured. But when he glanced back at the team photo he felt a pang in his chest. He reached for his wallet soon after.

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This was it. Ethan stood on the empty practice field, stick in hand. The cold night air felt good against his warm skin. The stadium lights already dimming.

"Okay..." He bounced on the balls of his feet, "Okay, I've got this."

He dropped into goalie stance carefully, bracing for the pain. But it never came.

"No way..." Ethan pushed harder, shuffling across the crease before planting sharply off the bad leg, "Oh my god." He laughed with disbelief, "No fuckin' way!"

"Walsh?"

Ethan spun and smiled wider when he saw Luke, "Bro!"

"Dude! You're running!"

"I know! I fuckin' know!" He pointed at his knee, "It's gone, dude! It doesn't even hurt anymore."

"Let's fuckin' go, bro!"

It fuckin' worked. That fuckin' drug actually worked! Ethan stood proud, chest heaving and adrenaline surging. He was back. Practice, scouts, games, parties... it was all back.

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“Dude! First game back, you feel ready?”

Ethan looked up from tying his cleats and grinned. “More than ready.”

He tugged at the bottom of his hoodie, annoyed again by how tight it felt around his waist and chest. He’d already stopped wearing some of his older shirts entirely after realizing they didn’t fit right anymore. He figured his dryer was doing a number on his wardrobe.

“We won’t be too upset if you fuck up out there,” Luke said while peeling his shirt over his head. “We get you’re a little rusty.”

“Eat shit,” Ethan laughed, tossing a roll of tape at him before reaching for his own hoodie.

The cool air felt warm against his skin, and Ethan scratched absentmindedly at his chest, pausing for just a moment as his fingers tangled with thicker hairs there.

"The fuck...?" Ethan frowned and looked down.

Dark curls spread across the middle of his chest before trailing down his stomach and disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts. Sweat glistened faintly through the hair despite the cold room, and when Ethan shifted slightly, the waistband dug tighter against a stomach that suddenly looked thicker than he remembered.

"I shaved this shit this morning..." He figured the hair growth was a side effect of the drug, but he'd spent the last few days making sure he kept it under control. But now...?

Luke whistled low. “Damn, Walsh. Didn’t realize the recovery plan involved growing a lawn on your chest and blowing out your waistline.”

A couple guys laughed awkwardly before looking away again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ethan muttered, pulling his jersey on faster than usual. The fabric stretching tighter around his waist than he remembered.

Nobody really said anything after that.

Ethan forced a grin anyway and slammed his locker shut. “Alright, boys,” he called out. “Let’s do this.”

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It was supposed to feel normal again. Friday night. Sports bar packed wall-to-wall after the game. Music too loud. Ethan sat wedged between Luke and Dylan with a cold Busch Light in his hand before realizing halfway through the bottle that he didn’t even remember ordering it.

“You looked like shit tonight,” Luke laughed.

“Appreciate it.”

“Seriously though, you good?”

Ethan scratched at the rough stubble on his chin. “Just playing bad.”

His phone buzzed against the table.

"CONGRATULATIONS ON ONE MONTH! YOUR NEXT PHASE OF RECOVERY STARTS TONIGHT!"

Ethan frowned at the notification before locking the screen again, "Next phase?" He stared at his arm, now dusted with dark hairs.

"Hey Ethan." Luke nudged him, "Someone's staring."

Ethan spotted her across the bar. Blond. Gorgeous. Smiling at him. For the first time all night, something loosened in his chest.

“There we go,” Dylan laughed when he caught Ethan staring. “That’s the Walsh we know.”

Ethan grinned and took another sip. Soon after, he was fumbling with his apartment keys while she laughed softly beside him in the hallway. They moved to his bedroom, clothes discarded quickly.

"Fuck..." Ethan whispered, as she kissed slowly along his neck, "I needed..."

"Standby mode protocol upload."

He squeezed his eyes shut.

“What?” she asked softly.

“It's uh... Nothin’.”

Her hands slid slowly across his chest and draped around his shoulders before pausing.

“Wow,” she said with a small laugh. “You’re kinda hairy.”

Ethan glanced down automatically, eyes widening at the sight of the dark hair curling across his shoulders and down his back.

"That's not..." He knew it wasn't there five hours ago.

“Sorry,” she added quickly, still smiling. “You’re just hairer than most guys I’ve been with.”

"Pleasure directives stem from labor initiatives."

Ethan winced hard enough that she finally pulled back slightly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I just...” He rubbed at his forehead. “I don’t feel right.”

She kissed him again anyway, her hand sliding lower across the thicker, softer shape of his stomach before slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers and around his flaccid cock.

“Oh,” she laughed gently, trying to mask her confusion.

Ethan glanced down, a wave of sickening humiliation washing over him. His cock stayed completely dead. Buried in a dense, coarse mat of newly thick pubic hair and a rapidly expanding fat pad, his dick looked distinctly shorter, stubbier, and entirely useless

“You okay?” she asked again, quieter this time.

“Yeah. I just...” He swallowed hard. “I dunno. It's not working... I... Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said softly, “Seriously. It happens.”

A few minutes later he stood awkwardly by the door while she slipped her shoes back on.

“Maybe just stress?” she offered gently.

“Yeah.” Ethan forced a laugh. “Probably.”

After she left, the apartment felt painfully quiet again. Ethan stood there shirtless for another minute before walking to the fridge automatically and grabbing another Busch Light.

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A week had passed, and Ethan exhaled heavily as he stepped out of the shower. He’d stopped changing in the locker room after practice a few days ago, tired of catching teammates staring too long at his stomach or shoulders before awkwardly looking away. Now, alone in his apartment, there was nobody else left to notice except him.

“Jesus Christ...” he whispered at his reflection.

The mirror across from the bed reflected somebody that looked wrong. Dark curls spread heavily across his chest and shoulders now, while rough stubble shadowed his jaw despite shaving before practice that morning. Even standing still, his body looked heavier than it used to.

“I’m exercising,” Ethan muttered weakly. “I’m eating healthy...” His eyes drifted toward the empty Busch Light cans scattered across the nightstand, “I...”

"Standby initiating."

Ethan’s breath caught as the voice echoed in his head.

“What the...”

"Standby mode active."

Every muscle in his body locked instantly.

Ethan jerked hard against it on instinct, but nothing responded correctly. His fingers twitched once beside his thigh before going still again. His chest continued rising and falling normally. He could blink. Breathe. Swallow. But that was it.

“What... the fuck...” he forced out weakly.

Hours passed as Ethan sat frozen on the edge of the bed staring into the mirror. The rough hair across his chest thickened slowly while his stomach pushed heavier against his lap with every shallow breath. His face itched constantly as a dark beard spread across his jaw until he looked like he hadn’t shaved in weeks.

A knock on the door and the sound of heavy footsteps entering his apartment made him tense. He watched as two men in BUILDING-U-BACK jackets entered his room and stopped mid-step when they saw Ethan in nothing but a pair of tight sweatpants.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “That’s the lacrosse kid?”

“Yeah. CRW-57F.”

The younger guy kept staring. “Still got some of that frat-boy face left.”

“Not for too long.”

The younger rep shook his head slowly. “Weird seeing one this young.”

“Don’t worry,” the older rep said casually. “Give it a week and you won’t even be able to pick 'em out from the others.”

Ethan strained against the paralysis hard enough that his jaw twitched once.

“You know what’s crazy?” the younger rep continued. “Six months from now he’ll be drinking beer after shifts talking about kids that don’t exist like the rest of ’em.”

“Yeah well, the whole family-man thing makes clients comfortable. People trust workers who look settled.”

One of them glanced toward the empty Busch Light cans beside the bed.

“Damn,” he muttered. “He’s already self-reinforcing.”

“Good sign.”

Ethan let out another whimper as he tried to reach for his phone, but his arm wouldn't budge.

“Oh shit,” the younger rep said suddenly. “You think he knows what we’re saying?”

“Nah,” the older rep replied casually. “The lab guys say there's not much left going on upstairs during standby.”

Ethan felt something cold settle quietly in his chest. The older rep finally looked directly at him and nodded toward the hallway.

“C’mon CRW-57F," He tossed him his old lacrosse hoodie, "Housing assignment’s ready.”

Ethan stood automatically.

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Ethan barely remembered the drive to the facility. He had been packed into a van shoulder-to-shoulder with a few other hirsute guys sporting beer guts. His eyes remained fixed on the man across from him, and Ethan realized with growing dread that it was like looking in a mirror.

"There's been a mistake!" He tried to call out, but the words in his head wouldn't leave his mouth, "Please..."

When they did finally arrive at the facility, he was walked to a featureless room with a table and a few bins.

"This is CRW-57F." A man said to his colleague, entering the room, "Originally Ethan Walsh. Signed up for the program for an injured knee." He looked down at his clipboard, "Worker identity is officially Joe Mercer."

"Joe Mercer? That's not..." He thought, but the name Ethan was already starting to feel distant.

"Alright, let's get him in the system." The man continued, "We're going to need your personal belongings, CRW-57F."

Joe felt as he reached into his pocket and gripped his phone. He quickly dropped it into one of the bins, along with his keys, wallet, student ID.

"Oh shit, that's the college kid?" One of the men said, looking down at the ID.

"Yeah, lacrosse player, if you can believe it now."

"Damn, that drug did a number on him." The man sighed, "Okay, CRW-57F, need the clothes too."

Ethan winced as he gripped his team's lacrosse hoodie and yanked it off. Cool air hit the thick hair covering his chest and stomach, and he heard one of the employees exhale quietly through his nose.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Hope the knee was worth it.”

"Update on the apartment?"

"Cleaning crew is taking care of that, lease will terminate tomorrow."

"N-No..." Ethan thought, imagining them clearing it out. His team photo. His lacrosse gear. The clothes crammed into the closet. Every piece of evidence that Ethan Walsh had ever existed.

"Family updated?" The other man nodded, "And..."

"What do you think? Took it poorly." The other man sighed, "Kid’s barely old enough to drink and now he’s gonna look older than his dad."

"Visitation scheduled?"

"In a month."

Ethan felt his stomach twist. The thought of his parents seeing him like this made him want to disappear.

"By then he'll be settled enough that it won't matter much." The rep muttered, "They all stop trying eventually."

One of them picked up Ethan's student ID and looked at the picture for a second before tossing it into the bin with the rest of his belongings.

"Poor kid."

"Yeah."

The lid snapped shut. A folded stack of clothes landed in Ethan’s arms a second later. Gray work shirt. Plain jeans. Steel-toe boots. The employee checked another box on his clipboard.

“Alright CRW-57F,” he said casually. “let's get you downstairs.”

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Ethan barely slept.

The worker housing smelled like sweat, musk, sawdust, and stale beer. The bed made his back ache. Men wandered the halls at all hours wearing gray shirts and work pants, scratching at thick stomachs or rubbing sleep from heavy eyes while they talked about wives, back pain, football games, and their kids.

“Tyler’s putting on weight. Gonna join the football team like his old man.”

“Yeah? Mine just turned thirteen. Kid's eating me out of house and home already!”

Ethan sat quietly on the edge of his bed with a Busch Light in his hand, staring toward the floor while his body moved through routines his brain still hadn’t fully accepted. Every few hours that same pressure built behind his eyes again, and afterward his thoughts always came back slower.

"Who are these people?" He wondered, "They all look... the same..."

But when he looked down, he realized how much he looked like them too. Even more than the night he was brought to the facility. The gut, the hair, the beard, the weathered skin... what the fuck had they done to him?

“Tyler’s putting on weight. Gonna join the football team like his old man.”

Ethan looked up slowly. A different pair of workers stood near the vending machines now.

“Yeah? Mine just turned thirteen. Kid's eating me out of house and home already!” The exact same laugh followed.

Ethan felt his stomach tighten. It was the same conversation, the same cadence… the same everything. They all talked like that. All looked the same. Nothing to distinguish them...

"Lacrosse." He thought suddenly.

He closed his eyes and tried to picture the locker room. The smell of the gear. The roar after a clean save. He could almost see the jersey. Blue. Or green? No... Red?

Ethan shuddered and took another swig of his beer.

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He couldn't recall the drive out here. One moment he was climbing into his assigned bunk, the next he was hauling lumber across a chaotic job site. Sweat drenched the thick hair across his torso. He reeked, too... of sawdust, exhaustion, and that stale musk clinging like the rest of them. He craved a shower, but knew better. Management preferred them this way.

"57F?" Two reps walked past him, "Still not meeting his quotas."

"Really? You'd think with him having been a star athlete..."

"Eh, you would think." The rep muttered, "We've found it really doesn't."

"Shame. We'll ship him out to Ohio tomorrow then, they're looking for more men and he's slowing us down."

He continued to work, but their words kept repeating in his head. A month ago, he was a star. Always getting positive feedback, always being commended. Now, he was failing at whatever this nightmare was.

"Joe?" He turned immediately to see one of the workers approach him, "You remember my boy, yeah?" The man smiled, "Tyler’s putting on weight. Gonna join the football team like his old man."

"Yeah?" The word left his mouth before he could even think about it. In fact, he didn't even really process it. Everything slowed suddenly, simplified in his brain. Lacrosse? Old apartment? Friends? Suddenly, it felt far from reach, "Mine just turned thirteen." He'd heard those words before from the other workers. The exact same words. Delivered in the same cadence, with the same gravely voice. Now... those words were coming from him, "Kid's eating me out of house and home already!"

Both men laughed. But as the other worker stepped away, Ethan's eyes widened.

"Fuck... no..." His thoughts were slower than they had been just two minutes prior. But so was his anxiety. Everything suddenly felt so much simpler, "La-lacrosse... lacrosse... not this..." He repeated for as long as his mind let him.

The pressure behind his eyes returned immediately. Ethan squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the lumber until his knuckles turned white. He tried to hold onto the panic, tried to hold onto the certainty that something terrible was happening to him, but even that feeling seemed to be slipping away. The fear was still there. He could feel it. Yet every second it felt smaller, duller, less important than the work waiting around him.

"Joe!" He looked up automatically. One of the workers waved him over, "Quit daydreaming. Grab this end."

He did as he was told and the pressure vanished. Relief flooded him, washing away the confusion, the panic...

"Appreciate it," the worker said.

"No problem." The answer came naturally, "I ain't no slacker."

The two men carried the load across the site together while talking about football, kids, weekend plans, and just how good the cold beer at the end of the day would taste. Across the yard, one of the reps glanced up from his clipboard.

"Huh... Looks like Ohio's getting him just in time."

"I guess so..."

Joe adjusted the lumber on his shoulder and laughed at something one of the other workers said. The sound blended effortlessly with the rest of the crew as they disappeared into the noise of the job site.

Planning for the club was the hardest thing ever, with all the business and having to take care of the wife. Barely, and I mean Barely, were you able to find a open spot to go to the bar.

You hadn't been to this bar in forever but all you knew is that it got bought out by another company. But it still remained as a bar, you were interested and seeing if there beverages had stayed the same.

You put on the finest suit, a little tight, but what's wrong with a little muscle hanging out. It's not like you dont already have a wife . .

Once 9:45 hit, you headed out. You sayed your goodbyes and opened the door to your SUV and hit it down the road to the bar. Grab a drink and go, that was your idea. You pulled up into the reserved parking spots, payed the fees. You noticed a abundance of huge vans with graffiti all over them.

"Alot of people must have showed up today" you say to yourself, probably crowded in there. You looked up at the new sign.

"CHUBBY BEAR BEAR"

"Thats a wierd name" you say out loud. Must of been that new company that purchased them. These bears might be really good if they can "knock out" a chubby bear.

Once you opened the door to the bar, you see a bunch of chubby men just laying around drinking. Some using each other as beds. You notice one of them staring at you with a man on his stomach.

He gives you a strange grin and you simply walk past him. A strange oder follows, the whole place is completely stunk up. You can nearly breath under the perfound odor.

You collect your composure and head straight over to the bartender. He's juggling the bottles like a professional, you notice that hes the only one in the bar (other than you) that isn't really chubby,

"How can I help you sure?" He says, "Suprise me man, and make it quick, I wanna get out of here" you relplie. "WHY is that? To, much for you?" He replies slighly. "OK man, just hurry up" you say hastily, "ok ok, no need to rush."

He grabs a bottle and shakes it up, hands it to you. "This one's on the house" he says.

You thank him and take a sip to make sure it taste good. It has a funny little taste, but its, intoxicating. You become addicted instantly. You want more, you've NEVER wanted something so badly.

The bartender notices this and already about 20 bottles waiting, you chug and chug them down. You body becoming more sluggish, your tissues feeling light. You feel like your getting bigger, you muster all your strength to throw the bottle away. A crowd starts laughing and booing, some start to chase you. "Whats wrong with these people" you think to yourself. Once you enter the bathroom you open the huge stall close your eyes and slam the door shut.

You open your eyes, looking at the handle and quickly locking it. You feel a sense of relief and anxiety, you look down at your body, your stomach is pocking through the shirt and your pecs are wider than they should. You jump back and fear but knock into something causing you to fall, you look up and see a towering figure above you

He doesnt even look at you, just grabs you by your arm, unlocks the door. And drags you out the bathroom. You plead with him to let you go but its almost like hes a zombie, not speaking and even looking. Just has a dumb smile and a huge body.

He throughs you into the crowd of people, all of them screaming as your body gets bigger. They grab bottles and start pouring the liquid on you, you swat at them to get away but they swarm you and retain you. You think about your business and wife, but they feel like a distant memory. Your body keeps expanding. Your stomach feels full,

Your mind feels dull, you stop resisting and start chugging again, not out of your own self control but because you love it. It has to be corrupting your mind- NO

Its not "corruption", its purification. You love the taste of the bear, the hard earned sweat of the musk. Your belly is your pride. Your pecs your own milk cushions

You are amazing, the primary life line. Your bros need help, just lay on my stomach, the pecs just provide extra nutrients. The transformstion is compete, you are the best you could possibly be. All the fellow bears cheer for YOU,

You hear the door to the bar creak open, a new victim for your special drink. You'll make sure they love it, you stare at your future prey.

<< Case File #36: Brad Simmons Status: OPEN Category: Duplication Method: Miscellaneous spell ||The following is a chat log collected by the agency as part of its monitoring and archival purposes||

>>Chat initiated (11:05 p.m.)

[19Br4D98]: horny rn, who's this? [insertnamehere09999999]: send a pic m8 [19Br4D98]:

[19Br4D98]: your turn [insertnamehere09999999]:

[insertnamehere09999999]: fukin hammered [19Br4D98]: wow you look gigantic [insertnamehere09999999]: thnx... . fuk i rank [insertnamehere09999999]: dya smel it [19Br4D98]: not really, but i can imagine it lolol [insertnamehere09999999]: m8 i kno u do [19Br4D98]: huh [19Br4D98]: ,your right [insertnamehere09999999]: youre m8 [insertnamehere09999999]: u a gym rat ?? [19Br4D98]: i wish lol [19Br4D98]: gymnast [insertnamehere09999999]: u a gym rat then [19Br4D98]: huh [19Br4D98]: hold on, i'm turning on the ac, it's getting kinda hotter [insertnamehere09999999]: itchy innit ?? [19Br4D98]: the fuck [19Br4D98]: oh [19Br4D98]: wait [19Br4D98]: huh [19Br4D98]: never noticed it was this big before but whatever, hope you're hungry lol [insertnamehere09999999]: bloody hell [19Br4D98]: massive innit? [19Br4D98]: hah, 'innit' [insertnamehere09999999]: hah [insertnamehere09999999]: u luv bein big ryt? [19Br4D98]: yeah [19Br4D98]: damn its getting proper steamy in here [19Br4D98]: wait... what the fuck [19Br4D98]:

[19Br4D98]: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!!! IM GETTING BIGGER!!! [insertnamehere09999999]: nickd me a twinnnin spell..,, cba to revrs it, sry [19Br4D98]: I CANT LOG OFF [19Br4D98]: FUCKING STOP IM FREAKING OUT [19Br4D98]:

[19Br4D98]: MY FUC [19Br4D98]: MYFUKIN BODYY [19Br4D98]: IT FUKIN HURTSs [insertnamehere09999999]: aw quit yakkin im luvin this [19Br4D98]: SHUT IT U DAFT CUNT [19Br4D98]: Y AM I TALKIN LIKE THIS NOW [insertnamehere09999999]: u git ur turnin into me [insertnamehere09999999]: r u slow m8 ?? [19Br4D98]: TAKIN THE BLUDY PISS R WE ?? [19Br4D98]: FUKKKK [19Br4D98]: ME FACE [insertnamehere09999999]: send pics m8 bloody hell [19Br4D98]:

[19Br4D98]: IT HURTS [19Br4D98]: ME LIPS [19Br4D98]: ME HEA [19Br4D98]: , [19Br4D98]: i [19Br4D98]: h [19Br4D98]: .m [19Br4D98]: nnnnnnnvnvbbbbbbbbbbbbv [insertnamehere09999999]: u gud m8 ? [insertnamehere09999999]: ???

>>Chat ended (12:24 a.m.)

>>Chat initiated (1:04 a.m.) [19Br4D98]: [19Br4D98]: pic m8

[insertnamehere09999999]:

[insertnamehere09999999]: fukkk yessss [19Br4D98]: fuk m8 u look jus like me [insertnamehere09999999]: fag break [19Br4D98]: fuk me i rank [19Br4D98]: fag break

>>Chat ended (1:10 a.m.) >>Chat initiated (6:19 a.m.) [19Br4D98]:

[insertnamehere09999999]: fukk yes m8 [insertnamehere09999999]: daft cunt

-END FILE- ||The agency looks forward to any new tips or leads for this case||

Planning for the club was the hardest thing ever, with all the business and having to take care of the wife. Barely, and I mean Barely, were you able to find a open spot to go to the bar.

You hadn't been to this bar in forever but all you knew is that it got bought out by another company. But it still remained as a bar, you were interested and seeing if there beverages had stayed the same.

You put on the finest suit, a little tight, but what's wrong with a little muscle hanging out. It's not like you dont already have a wife . .

Once 9:45 hit, you headed out. You sayed your goodbyes and opened the door to your SUV and hit it down the road to the bar. Grab a drink and go, that was your idea. You pulled up into the reserved parking spots, payed the fees. You noticed a abundance of huge vans with graffiti all over them.

"Alot of people must have showed up today" you say to yourself, probably crowded in there. You looked up at the new sign.

"CHUBBY BEAR BEAR"

"Thats a wierd name" you say out loud. Must of been that new company that purchased them. These bears might be really good if they can "knock out" a chubby bear.

Once you opened the door to the bar, you see a bunch of chubby men just laying around drinking. Some using each other as beds. You notice one of them staring at you with a man on his stomach.

He gives you a strange grin and you simply walk past him. A strange oder follows, the whole place is completely stunk up. You can nearly breath under the perfound odor.

You collect your composure and head straight over to the bartender. He's juggling the bottles like a professional, you notice that hes the only one in the bar (other than you) that isn't really chubby,

"How can I help you sure?" He says, "Suprise me man, and make it quick, I wanna get out of here" you relplie. "WHY is that? To, much for you?" He replies slighly. "OK man, just hurry up" you say hastily, "ok ok, no need to rush."

He grabs a bottle and shakes it up, hands it to you. "This one's on the house" he says.

You thank him and take a sip to make sure it taste good. It has a funny little taste, but its, intoxicating. You become addicted instantly. You want more, you've NEVER wanted something so badly.

The bartender notices this and already about 20 bottles waiting, you chug and chug them down. You body becoming more sluggish, your tissues feeling light. You feel like your getting bigger, you muster all your strength to throw the bottle away. A crowd starts laughing and booing, some start to chase you. "Whats wrong with these people" you think to yourself. Once you enter the bathroom you open the huge stall close your eyes and slam the door shut.

You open your eyes, looking at the handle and quickly locking it. You feel a sense of relief and anxiety, you look down at your body, your stomach is pocking through the shirt and your pecs are wider than they should. You jump back and fear but knock into something causing you to fall, you look up and see a towering figure above you

He doesnt even look at you, just grabs you by your arm, unlocks the door. And drags you out the bathroom. You plead with him to let you go but its almost like hes a zombie, not speaking and even looking. Just has a dumb smile and a huge body.

He throughs you into the crowd of people, all of them screaming as your body gets bigger. They grab bottles and start pouring the liquid on you, you swat at them to get away but they swarm you and retain you. You think about your business and wife, but they feel like a distant memory. Your body keeps expanding. Your stomach feels full,

Your mind feels dull, you stop resisting and start chugging again, not out of your own self control but because you love it. It has to be corrupting your mind- NO

Its not "corruption", its purification. You love the taste of the bear, the hard earned sweat of the musk. Your belly is your pride. Your pecs your own milk cushions

You are amazing, the primary life line. Your bros need help, just lay on my stomach, the pecs just provide extra nutrients. The transformstion is compete, you are the best you could possibly be. All the fellow bears cheer for YOU,

You hear the door to the bar creak open, a new victim for your special drink. You'll make sure they love it, you stare at your future prey.