#fat tf

Johnny fumbled his keys as he approached the door to his apartment. After a long day of shit going wrong, this was the straw that broke the camels back.

"Fuck!"

He already had to work on a stupid presentation for his master's program, then had a shift at his internship. It was like the world was collapsing in on him, and he still has to fit in a workout later on the day.

He managed to pull out his keys and unlocked his door. And just as he felt the cool air conditioning against his skin, he was suddenly thrown forward as a man tackled him to the ground. He tried fighting back using some bullshit he learned in a self defense class, but it was no use. It was like the attacker knew exactly what he was gonna do before he did it. After a few seconds of struggling, Johnny felt a prick against the back of his neck and it wasn't long before he was out.

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"Ahhh fuck!" Johnny yelled as he came to.

He took a second to look around. He was sat on his couch, with a mysterious man standing in front of him. He was wearing business casual clothes and a mask covering most of his face. The man was also quite skinny compared to Johnny, which further confused him on how the man overpowered him.

Johnny lunged out of the chair, but was stopped by restraints that chained him to the couch.

The man scoffed, but didn't say anything.

"Who are you?"

No response.

"What do you want?"

The man ignores him, instead pulling something out of his backpack. It looked like some sort of powdery substance in an unlabeled container.

"What are you doing?"

The man walked over to Johnny's kitchen and rummaged through his fridge, pulling out a leftover chicken breast. He prepared it on a plate and sprinkled some of the powder onto it, as it was a seasoning.

"What the hell..." Johnny muttered under his breath.

The man approached him with the plate of chicken, cut off a piece, and started carrying towards Johnny's mouth.

"No! No!"

Johnny struggled, but he couldn't break his restraints. He tried keeping his mouth shut, but that proved ineffective as the man forced the chicken into his mouth and held it closed until he swallowed.

As much as he wanted to resist, he couldn't deny whatever that seasoning was, tasted amazing. It was sweet and savoury at the same time, it almost made the chicken taste like dessert.

"What the fuck was that for!?"

The man simply pointed at Johnny's stomach. He seemed confused for a moment, until he looked down at his own stomach and watched as a small belly formed under his shirt.

"Agh! What the fuck!"

His previously flat stomach started to rise like a loaf of bread, creating a mound of fat under his shirt. It continued to grow right in front of his eyes, throwing years of hard work down the drain as his abs became more and more buried.

He felt the fabric of his shirt tighten around his growing belly as it surpassed the size of a basketball. And unfortunately for Johnny, this was only the beginning. Unbeknownst to him, the rest of his body started to grow to match his ball belly. His hard pecs softened, losing most of their definition. His defined arms and legs grew a bit flabby as a layer of fat engulfed his muscles. He even felt a double chin forming under his once sharp jawline.

He leaned his head back and groaned as his pregnant looking belly gurgled. He wanted to rub it and quell the ache so bad, but his arms were still tied up.

As Johnny laid back, a strange noise caught his attention. The other man had started groaning, just like Johnny was moments earlier. Johnny looked up and was shocked to see the man's belly start to grow. Just like his, it started as a small bulge under the shirt, then escalated until the man was left with a round belly larger than Johnny's.

The man lost his balance and fell back onto a nearby chair as the rest of his body swelled. His skinny limbs filled out with fat, and Johnny could even see his face swell up a little bit under the mask.

The man took a moment to adjust before giving his new belly a satisfied pat.

The man spared no time in grabbing another piece of chicken and forcing it down Johnny's throat. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew he should have resisted, regardless of how pointless it was. But in reality, he couldn't be bothered to resist, so he just let it happen.

Almost immediately after swallowing the chicken, he felt his body swelling again, but this time he didn't even bother to look.

He felt his body sink further into his couch as more and more fat poured into his body. His shirt rid up his expanding belly as it spilled onto his lap. His chest swelled into moobs that nearby burst through his shirt and his arms became padded in a thick layer of fat. Hell, it even became harder to move his fingers as they fattened up too.

His legs thickened, his ass expanded, and his dick shrunk into a growing fat pad. He didn't even seem to care anymore when his chiselled face plumped up and rounded out.

Johnny thought he would freak out in this situation, but all he could feel in that moment was relief. Relief that he didn't have to go to the gym anymore, relief that he didn't have to eat chicken and rice everyday. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted now that he was fat.

A slight smile took over his face just as he noticed the man begin to grow as well. Just like last time, the man grew in the same ways as he did, just more.

The man's belly swelled into a massive ball gut that popped all of his buttons off one by one until his hairy belly was on full display. His already flabby chest grew into full on man tits that sagged onto his gut, with grey hairs weaving through the pelt of fur covering his chest.

He flexed as his arms and legs swelled with both muscle and fat. His sleeves tightened around his growing biceps and his pants tore clean in half due to his expanding ass. The once skinny guy now looked even stronger than Johnny, with big arms, thick legs, and a barrel sized chest. And with the way the man rubbed his thick hands across his expansive gut, he certainly didn't mind.

Finally, the man's face seemed to adjust to the extreme growth of his body. An obvious double chin formed below his beard, and his cheeks puffed out even more, rounding out his face. Johnny noticed the elastic on his mask strain slightly as his face grew before eventually giving out.

Johnny followed the mask with his eyes as it slowly fell to the ground, and when he looked up, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

It was himself. Or at least he thought so. Under the hundreds of pounds the man had gained, there was a vague resemblance to Johnny.

"You're... Me?" Johnny asked in utter shock.

The man sighed. "Yeah..."

"But... But... It doesn't make sense. You were skinnier than me, now you're fatter than me, and what's with the grey hairs?" Johnny stumbled over his words.

"Woah slow down. I am you, just, from the future. Just call me John."

Johnny didn't want to believe it, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

"Why... Why would you do this to me? To us?"

"Well in about 20 years, you... well we, come up with a theoretical method of time traveling, but nobody believes in it enough to find it. Eventually I managed to convince a sad and lonely billionaire to fund my project under one condition. I make this for him."

He held up the container filled with the powder he used to fatten Johnny up.

"It causes the body to store much more energy as fat than usual, so when paired with food." He paused to point at Johnny's fattened body. "Voila."

"Can you get to the point!?" Johnny snapped.

"Right. Well neither of my projects would ever be approved for human trials, for obvious reasons, so I thought I would do it myself. I built a time machine, which I immediately used to come here with the fattening powder. Then, well, you know the rest. Looks like both of my inventions were a success."

"Why test it on us, why not find some random person to fatten up." Johnny asked.

"Well I needed to know this lasted. My client wants to use this powder as a form of revenge, to fatten up the people he doesn't like in Hollywood and ruin their careers. If people could just burn the fat off in a couple months, then it would be useless. But clearly the effects of this lasted over 20 years, so I'd say it's a success."

"It more than just lasted, I mean look at you. You clearly get even fatter over the next 20 years." Johnny taunted.

"Yeah..." John laughed. "Though something about making you fat also made it so you never stopped going to the gym." He flexed again, showing off his massive arms.

*Gurgle*

He only stopped flexing when Johnny's stomach let out a loud gurgling sound.

"You hungry?" He asked.

"Hell yeah." John responded with a pat on the belly. "But first I gotta get some measurements."

"Huh?"

"Well I have a sample size of one right now, so I'm getting all the data I can."

John untied his younger self, letting the young man finally move around in his larger body. After finding his balance, Johnny lifted up his shirt and scoffed as he looked at his massive belly.

*Gurgle*

Johnny's belly let out another, louder noise, begging for food.

"Can the measurements wait until after the food?"

This one's a long one, but I'm proud of it. I might even write a part two of the inspiration strikes me. Feel free to send me some ideas for a part two.

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Synopsis: A couple working in forensics get called to investigate a few disappearances near a town in the middle of nowhere. There, they discover a border around the town that has transformative effects on those who cross it.

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The morning sun scattered across the foggy forest air as me and my husband drove farther and farther from society. After an hour of driving over unpaved roads, we came to a stop in front of yellow caution tape.

"Are you sure I should be on this job so quickly, babe?" My husband asked as he sat restlessly beside me.

"You'll do great. Besides, this'll be good experience in the field."

"I know it is..." He said with a sigh. "I just feel like this is a big step, I don't even know anything about forensics and suddenly I'm helping you find missing people in the middle of buttfuck nowhere."

"Don't worry, babe. With jobs like these, I usually just look around, take some samples, and I'm on my way in a couple of hours."

We were interrupted by my colleague knocking on the window.

"Hey buddy, how's it going?" He said.

"I'm good, you?"

"I'm alright, just a little upset they had to send us all the way out here." He scoffed. "Who's this?"

"This is my husband, Stan."

"Oh I've heard a lot about you, nice to finally meet you!" He said, reaching past me to shake his hand.

Stan shook his hand and smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Well..." My colleague continued. "I'll see you down there in a bit, I'm still waiting on some details on the case."

"Got anything you can tell me? They were pretty vague in the case report." I asked.

"I mean... I heard rumours that they sent a cop to look for those missing folks out here, and he went missing too. That's why they sent us out here. But you didn't hear that from me."

I brought my fingers to my lips and sealed them shut.

"Good man." He said while patting my shoulder. "I should stop talking now and let you do your job."

He stepped back and lifted the caution tape, letting us drive through.

"A cop went missing here!?" Stan snapped.

"That's not confirmed."

"You better not get me killed out in the middle of nowhere!" He yelled with a bit of nervous laughter.

"Don't worry babe, you know I'll always protect you."

I reached over the console and grabbed his hand. It seemed to calm him down enough to stop wriggling in his chair for the time being.

It wasn't long before we arrived at the site. There was a comical amount of caution tape blocking the road, so I pulled over. As Stan gathered his things, I walked up to the caution tape and noticed something strange. It was subtle enough that I hadn't noticed it from the van, and distinct enough that I had no idea what it could be. It glimmered the same way that bubbles of soap do, but it stretched far upward and as far left and right as I could see.

"What are you doing babe?" Stan shouted from the van.

"Nothing... Just checking out the caution tape."

I walked back to the van and opened up the back.

"Babe, can you come grab the tent?" I called out to Stan.

He hopped out of the van with his backpack and hat, and hurried over to the back.

"Just bring the tent about 20 metres over there and set it up, I'll meet you over there."

"Sounds good!"

Just as Stan got out of sight, I threw on my Hazmat suit. I didn't want to freak him out, but I had been told ahead of time that there were suspicious circumstances surrounding these disappearances. That's pretty much all they had to say, but I assumed they thought it could be some sort of chemical leak. Why else would they call me all the way out here.

I stepped past the yellow tape and got as close to the glimmering border as I could get. It was fully see through, it just refracted light in ways that made it shine all colours of the rainbow. It didn't smell or make any sounds, and it didn't seem to affect the surrounding ground of plants in any way. If it was radioactive it would have shown on my Geiger counter, so it wasn't that.

I took a deep breath and reached my hand through the shining border. It gave a bit of resistance, as if it was something physical, but my hand pushed through it quite easily. At first I didn't feel anything, it almost felt anti-climactic. But soon enough, I started to feel a tingle run along my skin. Pressure built inside my glove, it felt like it was shrinking but it quickly became obvious that my hand was actually growing. The rubbery material stretched to its limits until a large tear formed along the back of my hand, letting me see dark hairs growing where they never had before. Each finger of the glove ripped one by one as my fingers swelled into meaty calloused sausages.

I couldn't believe my eyes at first. As the remains of my gloves fell to the ground, I was left staring at a thick and hair covered hand that was unrecognizable to me. I flipped it and made a fist, just to confirm that it was in fact my own hand, and sure enough, it followed my orders as if it was my own. Though my brain wasn't quite used to such heavy hands and unwieldy fingers, it took a moment to adjust.

Once I had fully processed what had just happened, I pulled my hand back out. I expected it to be stuck like that forever, but as soon as it exited the border, it was like my hand started to deflate. My hand shrunk to its normal size and the thick hairs receded back into my skin, leaving no evidence of what just happened. No stretch marks, no hair, no callouses.

I looked over at Stan to see if he noticed, but he was too busy setting up the tent. I wanted to tell him, but my curiosity got the best of me, all I wanted to do was experiment with this.

I moved my hand in and out of the glimmering border really fast, watching it grow and shrink, grow and shrink. Now that the glove wasn't in the way, it actually felt good every time my hand transformed. It was only natural that I wanted to see more. I stuck my foot in and immediately felt the pressure grow in my shoe. It didn't take long for my toes to burst out of the front of them. I looked in awe at my wide feet, with hairy toes to boot. And sure enough, when I pulled my foot out of the border, it turned back to normal.

That's when I had the idea to step through the bubble. Would the rest of my body grow? Surely it would. But how would it grow, would I grow taller, stronger, fatter? The possibilities were terrifying but endlessly intriguing. And besides, I'll go back to normal as soon as I step out, so what's the harm.

I took a deep breath, fully considering what I was about to do. I could have done some tests, or told my boss, but that would be no fun. I held my breath and closed my eyes before taking a big step through the border.

I felt the tingling sensation all over, like I stepped into a bath of pop rocks. Within seconds I could feel my entire Hazmat suit tighten around my body as it grew. I saw a small bulge grow over my stomach, pushing the suit further and further out. My body stretched out, growing taller and making my pants ride up my calves. I felt strength surge through me as I grew, my arms swelled and my legs thickened.

It wasn't long before I heard my suit tearing. It started around my midsection, my stomach had grown into a rounded beer belly, making the fabric strain around my waist before ripping down my sides. Soft love handles spilled out of the tears as I continued to grow.

An intense itch erupted across my face, and even though I couldn't see it, I knew that thick hairs were sprouting from my once hairless face. It spread across my jaw, over my lip, and even in the growing rolls of fat under my chin.

My suit continued to tear in different places. It ripped right down my ass when my once flat ass started to expand. It ripped across my chest as my shoulders broadened to match my hulking height. As it ripped, it revealed my hairy pecs which had become more like man tits as fat piled into my chest. It wasn't long before I was naked from the waist up, my growing belly ripped right through the suit, exploding outwards like a tidal wave of fat.

My biceps swelled to over twice their original size, complimented by a thick pelt of hair, and my thighs soon followed suit. They ripped along the sides as my thighs thickened and my fly tore open, letting my beer can sized cock spring out. Though my pants somehow managed to stay intact enough to stay on.

I leaned against a nearby tree as the transformation came to an end. I felt ridiculously strong, yet just standing around took so much energy from me.

I started to take my bearings once I caught my breath. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and noticed that my hairline had receded a couple inches, mostly at the temples, but not enough to be considered bald. My thick fingers traced along the side of my head, where I felt thick sideburns that were longer than the hair on my head, leading all the way down to my chin. Though the hair right at my chin seemed much shorter, that's when I knew for sure that I had grown some nasty mutton chops.

I couldn't see my face, but just thinking about what I looked like had my cock sticking straight up into my underbelly. Speaking of my belly, it felt heavy and imposing. It preceded my hulking body wherever I went, bouncing with every step.

I hadn't quite realized how hairy I was until I really took a look at my body. It made sense given how hairy my hands and feet were, but I had truly never seen any man have this much hair from head to toe. A thick trail of hair had grown from my crotch, up to my belly button and across the expanse of my gut, then up to my chest, where it spread all over my thick pecs.

After a few minutes of exploring my body, it was time to see if I really would go back to normal if I stepped back. And sure enough, just like my hands and feet before, I started going back to normal. My entire body shrank as fat and muscle disappeared into thin air. My massive belly deflated into the pudgy stomach I had before, and my strong arms and legs shrunk back to the size of twigs. I felt so small and feeble in my normal body, though it was nice to be able to move without losing my breath.

After returning to normal, I did up my fly and got as presentable as I could given that most of my clothes were torn and shoes were busted. I walked over to Stan as he was finishing up the tent.

"Hey babe. I got something to show you." I said.

"What's up?" He said as he slowly turned to face me. "Ahhh! What the hell happened to you!?" He shouted as he ran towards me.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I have something crazy to show you, you won't believe it unless you see it."

"Uhhh ok..." Stan responded, still suspicious.

I grabbed his hand and walked him over to the yellow tape.

"Look."

I pointed at the shining border.

"There's a film of something, it's like a wall."

"That does seem weird." Stan said in a curious tone. "But what does this have to do with your clothes being torn up."

"Stick your hand through."

"What!?"

"Stick your hand through."

"I'm not gonna stick my hand through there, I don't know what that is."

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

"Yes of course I do."

"Then stick your hand through it."

He sighed and rolled his eyes before putting his hand through. Within moments it started to grow. His fingers thickened as veins surfaced along the back of his strong looking hand.

"What the fuck!?"

Stan pulled his hand back as soon as he noticed. But as soon as he pulled it back, it went back to normal.

"Was that... Real?" He asked.

"Yup."

I stuck my hand in to prove it, and just like before, it grew thick and hairy.

"Holy shit..."

Stan seemed stunned for a moment before his attention turned back to his hand. I could see the curious look in his eyes. And sure enough, he stuck his hand back in.

It grew larger than mine had, but his were more elegant. There was a little less hair than mine and his fingers didn't look as fat, but they were still thick and hairy by any means.

"Now watch this."

I took a big step through the film, and started to grow just like before. It almost looked like he was shrinking as I grew taller and fatter. And the look on his face as he watched me turn into a fat and hairy man only made me more horny than I already was.

"Pretty cool, huh?" My voice boomed in an unfamiliar southern accent. "Woah" I muttered under my breath.

"I... I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, just come join me."

I reached through the film to grab his hand, making my hand shrink and look comically small compared to the rest of my body.

"I... I don't know..."

"If you don't like it, we can go back and pretend this never happened."

He seemed to think on it for a moment before he jumped through the border and into my belly. He gave my belly a rub and giggled before his transformation began.

The changes were subtle at first, but I could tell his clothes were growing tighter against his body. Though unlike me, his stomach remained mostly flat. His chest rose, creating the outline of solid pecs under his shirt. His pants and shirt rode up as he quickly grew taller, closing in on my height.

I could see a five o'clock shadow form over his sharp jawline as dark hairs began to peek out above his collar and on his arms. Speaking of his arms, they were already bigger than mine. His biceps swelled to the size of watermelons, making them tear through the sleeves of his shirt. His thighs quickly followed suit, growing thick enough to destroy the pants he was wearing and long enough to make him taller than me.

His shirt quickly followed suit, tearing clean in half and showing off his well defined pecs and the perfectly even coat of hair that had grown on top of them. His flat stomach started to round out, but stopped just shy of a muscle gut, with the faint outline of a six pack under a layer of hair and fat.

His five o'clock shadow had filled out into a very short beard with a thick mustache that laid heavy over his lips. It complimented his bushy eyebrows and short buzz cut.

His transformation seemed to finalize as his underwear, his last article of clothing, ripped in half, letting his thick fuckable ass hang free. Though his impressive cock shrivelled up as soon as it got exposed, shrinking to 4 inches hard, made only worse when compared to his 7 foot tall hunky body.

"God this feels good." Stan said in a thick southern accent.

"Fuck, you got so big." I said as I grabbed his hulking biceps.

"And you got so fat." He joked as he pinched my gut.

"I may have let myself go a bit." I chuckled. "But I'm sure this body could still fuck your brains out all night."

I leaned in close enough for my gut to press against his and pinched his ass. I looked up at him, and I could still see the same face under all of the facial hair, but it made him so much sexier.

"I never thought mutton chops would look so good on you." Stan said as he ran my coarse hairs through his fingers.

"And I never thought I'd be happy that your cock shrunk to half its size."

"Neither did I, but here we are." He laughed.

He grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to me. I could feel our hair rubbing together like sand paper as we made out. Ripples moved through my fat like waves every time he touched me, and my cock leaked every time he pinched my love handles.

I used my newfound strength to turn him around and pin him to a nearby tree. His juicy ass was basically calling my name, and I was raring to use my new rod.

He let out a deep moan as I penetrated his new body, sending echoes through the forest. The tree trembled and creaked under our weight every time I trusted my cock inside him.

I started grunting like an animal as I got close, I had never felt this way in my life. It was like every inch of my hulking body has its own orgasm when I shot my seed into him. He leaned into the tree, trying to catch his balance as my seed leaked out of his ass.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing!" He laughed as he stood up straight.

I practically fell into him, letting him catch me in his strong arms. I rested my head on his chest, getting a good whiff of the sweat soaked hair on his pecs. We stood there, alone for a while, just holding each other until a set of footsteps approached us.

"Howdy." A southern voice echoed from behind me.

Stan and I jumped away from each other and covered up our crotches with our hands.

The man looked nice. He was wearing a sheriff's uniform that was struggling to hold in his beach ball sized belly. He had a big hat that covered his balding head and jolly looking beard that stretched down to his chest.

"Didn't mean to scare you, strangers. I've come to welcome you to the bubble."

"The bubble?" I asked.

"That's what we call our humble town. God built a bubble around it that changes any travelers so that they fit right in."

"Why?" Stan asked.

"Who am I to question the Lord's work. All I know is that everyone's welcome 'round here. People from all kinds of backgrounds end up here, and they always have a warm bed and food on the table."

"Well, aren't you a little suspicious of what we were doin'?" I asked.

"The bubble has a way of makin' ya'... a little rowdy if y'know what I mean." The Sheriff chuckled. "We boys get 'round when the wives ain't lookin', but we've never had two married men in town. I'm sure the boys will love ya."

Stan and I looked at each other, then back at the Sheriff.

"Don't just look at me like deer in headlights, C'mon. I'll get'ya some clothes that fit and show you around town."

I looked back at the van parked on the outside of the bubble, and in that moment, I had no desire to go back to my old life.

'Warning. Due to increased cases of Bearfluenza in the area, it is recommended that you cover up your face and genitalia when swimming. The virus can spread rapidly through shallow water, and is extremely contagious. Swim at your own risk."

"Whatever." James scoffed at the sign. "Just a bunch of bullshit to sell you a vaccine."

He pushed past the sign and entered the change room. He enjoyed stripping down in front of the fat older men that frequented the public pool, because being fit wasn't enough for him, he had to show off the merchandise. Of course, these men could never have him, that was the fun of the game.

The sun glistened off his skin as he walked out towards the pool. It was still early in the summer, and he needed to bolster his tan. He walked past a group of men on the way to the shallow end of the pool and gave them a wink alongside his charming smile. Usually he could see their dicks perk up under their tight speedos, but this time they ignored him.

It's not like he cared, he simply turned up his nose and walked away. He dropped off his towel and dunked his feet in the refreshing water. He usually found it too cold to go past his waist, couldn't risk shrinking the merchandise, but today the temperature felt just right.

He slid into the water and breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes closed as he leaned back and relaxed, but his relaxation was short lived. The group of old men he had walked past started laughing.

"Is something funny?" James sneered.

"Yeah, you took one look at us and now you just can't contain yourself." The men joked.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You're showin' off full mast at the public pool!"

James looked down and was shocked to see that his dick was rock hard, pressing against his swim shorts.

"What the hell?"

He tried tucking it into the drawstring of his shorts, but it popped back out. He scrambled, trying to push his dick down to hide it under the surface of the water. Then, all of a sudden, a stream of water shot up his dick, as if there was a pump sucking the water into his body. As the water entered his body, his stomach started to swell, quickly turning into a rock solid ball belly.

James groaned in pain, holding his distended stomach. He almost couldn't believe the sight of his perfectly round belly. Even though he couldn't still feel it, he couldn't see his boner anymore, he couldn't even see his feet.

He struggled to hoist himself out of the pool as water sloshed around inside him. He couldn't even raise his head as he reached to gather his things.

"Oh pretty boys not so confident without his abs." One of the men called. "C'mon, don't be shy. Show us that belly." Another joked.

James started walking towards the exit, but something had changed. He couldn't hear the water sloshing in his stomach anymore. He stopped and grabbed his stomach, becoming horrified when his hand sunk into the soft fat padding his stomach. It was no longer just a bloat caused by water, it was a full fledged gut that jiggled every time he moved.

He took another step, and his belly swelled once again, then another step and it grew further. With every attempt to get closer to the exit, his gut grew until it was sagging under its own weight.

James fell to the floor, unable to hold the immense weight of his gut any longer. And as he held himself up with his hands, he watched them grow. His hands grew and his fingers thickened as thick hairs covered them. And like a virus, it spread up his arms. His muscle definition disappeared under a layer of fat and a forest of thick hairs. His solid pecs followed suit, growing into hairy man tits that compliment his immense gut, which has unsurprisingly grown a thick pelt of hair.

His swim shorts tighten around his waist as his perky ass expanded into two meaty globes. His thighs thickened and his feet grew 5 sizes larger, snapping through his flimsy flip flops.

With the increased strength of his thicker legs, James managed to crawl towards the pool just in time to watch face change in the waters reflection. His sharp jawline melts into a soft double chin that is quickly covered by a messy grey beard. His perfect skin folds and wrinkles, his nose and ears grow, and his hairline recedes halfway back his scalp, aging him 30 years in the span of seconds.

"Let me help you up." A kind voice echoes above James' head.

He looks up to see a man, not to dissimilar from himself, holding out his hand. His belly cast a shadow that covered James' entire body, and his rock hard cock was pressed against the bottom of his gut, just like James.

"Bearfluenza's a bitch this time of year. Looks like you've got a pretty serious case, but at least you've kept most of your hair." The man explained. "I got it last year, never recovered."

"What's Bearfluenza?" James asked in a gruff voice.

"Oh you've got a lot to learn mi'boy. Come, let me introduce you to some friends. The name's Ken by the way."

"I see you're back." One of the men said.

"You turned quite nice for a pretty boy." Another chirped as he licked his lips.

"Now be nice boys, this is James." Ken said. "Now James, if there's one thing you need to know about this virus, other than the obvious, is that you'll be hornier than ever knew was possible. But you can't go around fuckin' anyone you like, cuz that's how it spreads. So that's what the boys are for, if you know what I mean?"

"Yea..." James muttered as his brain tried to make sense of his situation.

***heads up, this story contains needles and injections. You have been warned.***

"Hello there! Will, is it?" The doctor asked, reaching out for ahandshake

"Ugh, yeah." Will stuttered.

"Let me see..." The doctor flipped through the pages on his clipboard. "Ah! You're here for some gender affirming care."

"Ummm, I just wanted to look a bit manlier."

"Yeah, that's the goal of this appointment. To make the inside match the outside."

The doctor sat down on a small stool and scooted over towards Will. After putting on some latex gloves, he started grabbing Wills face. He grabbed his chin and tilted his face every which way while examining every detail.

"Alright, I think I've seen enough." He backed away and started ruffling through a nearby cabinet. "I know exactly what you need."

"But you haven't even asked me what's wrong?"

"Don't need to. Just trust the process."

He grabbed a small bottle and dispensed some foamy cream onto his hand. With no hesitation, he started rubbing the cream all over Will's jawline and across his cheeks.

"This is rogaine. It'll tell the hair follicles in your face to turn on, letting you grow some manly hairs over that baby face." The doctor said as he continued rubbing the cream into Wills skin.

"Oh ok... I've always wanted to grow a beard."

"Now we'll just leave that on for a few minutes."

Will could already feel it working, it felt like pop rocks against his skin as the cream settled into his pores. It even started to itch a little, which probably meant it was working.

It felt like hours of waiting before the doctor wiped off the cream with a towel.

"The results are coming in quick, why don't you take a look." He held up a mirror towards Will.

Will almost didn't recognize the man looking back. He had a full black beard covering his face. He couldn't believe it as he ran his fingers the 4 inch long hairs.

"Holy shit, that was fast."

"How do you like it?" The doctor asked.

"I love it!"

"How about we do a little more."

"Sure, yeah whatever you want."

The doctor quickly got to work. He rummaged through his cabinet and grabbed a needle that he quickly filled with a clear substance from a nearby vial. And without saying anything, he injected into Will's thigh.

"Ow, what the hell?"

"This is testosterone, it'll help balance out your hormones since you're clearly lacking it."

"You could have- ahem - you could have at least warned me." Will paused as he noticed his voice had dropped significantly.

"Ah, it's already working."

"Wow, I ummm, didn't know all this stuff would take effect so fast."

"Oh yeah, it's pretty much instant, I mean look at your chest."

Will looked down and saw dark hairs peeking out of his collar. He pulled at his shirt, allowing him to see the hair spread across his chest and down his stomach. The thick pelt of hair spread over his arms and legs, making his skin barely visible underneath. Even his hands and feet became buried under a forest of wiry hairs.

"Pretty sexy, right?" The doctor asked.

"Hell yeah doc."

He was busy admiring his hairiness when he felt a sudden pressure in his crotch.

"Oh shit!" He quickly grabbed his balls, trying to readjust them in his pants, but they didn't seem to settle right.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that, testicle growth is normal with high doses of testosterone." The doctor noted.

"You don't say." Will chuckled as he tried to hide the tennis ball sized imprints in his pants.

"How's about one more treatment."

"Whatever you say doc!"

"Right on."

The doctor grabbed another vial and filled the same syringe with the unknown substance. Then, with no warning again, he injected Will in the arm. This time Will didn't even flinch.

"This is a steroid that should help you reach the muscle mass that men your age should have."

"Ohhh I can feel it doc."

Wills arms started to pulsate around the injection site, and each time his muscle swelled larger and larger. His noodle arms quickly grew into watermelon sized biceps that would make any quarterback jealous.

His chest expanded into two juicy pecs that strained the buttons on his shirt, allowing his thick hair to poke through. His flabby stomach tightened into a defined six pack while waves of muscle formed along his back.

His pants began to rip when his thighs thickened with dense muscle, squishing his massive balls even more.

"Fuck, man. This feels amazing."

Will took a moment just to feel his newfound strength. He hit a few poses, so fixated on his own body that he didn't even notice the doctor getting hard as he watched on.

"Why stop now, onto the next treatment."

"Huh?" Will was barely paying attention.

The doctor pulled out a sketchy looking bottle and poured a couple pills into his hand.

"Here, take these."

"Whatever you say, doc."

Will popped them into his mouth without a second thought. This one took effect immediately. Will started to grunt and groan before bringing his hands down to his crotch. He writhed in discomfort as the bulge in his pants became harder and harder to ignore. His dick was full mast, sticking straight out, and growing. It came in waves, adding inches to his shaft every time. His once average dick quickly surpassed 8 inches, then 10, then over a foot.

Will let out a deep moan as his fly ripped open and his massive 15 inch cock spring out towards the doctor.

"Fascinating, I've never given a patient two of those pills before..."

"What!?" Will said between heavy breaths.

"Nothing. We can't stop now!"

He turned around and grabbed a small device from the counter. He grabbed Will's head and directed him to face down.

"There's no time to waste."

All Will could see was clumps of his hair falling to the ground as he felt a faint stinging feeling on his scalp.

"Almost done.... And.... Voila!"

The doctor held up the mirror to Will. Just like earlier, he barely recognized the man looking back at him. His hairline had receded a few inches around his temples and the rest of his hair had thinned out.

He ran his hands through the thin hair, it couldn't have been much thicker than the hair on his arms.

"My hair..."

"Looks great doesn't it, so manly."

"I'm really starting to look like a real man." Will smiled.

"Almost, there's one more step."

The doctor grabbed an unlabeled can and handed it over to Will.

"Drink this."

"What is it?"

"It's a beer. Nothing makes a man like an ice cold beer."

Will examined the suspicious looking can before opening it and chugging the beer. It went down smoother than any drink he'd ever had in his life.

He crushed the can like it was nothing and chucked it across the room.

"That's the spirit." The doctor smiled. "How do you feel."

"I feel...umm... I feel" Will grabbed his stomach.

*BBBBUUUURRRAAAAPPPP*

The burp echoed around the room. It was quickly followed by a loud growl that erupted from his stomach.

"I don't feel so good."

Just after the words escaped his lips, his stomach swelled outward with immense force. All the buttons of his shirt flew across the room as thick fat piled into stomach, burying his six pack. What started as a small bulk quickly spiraled out of control, growing into a full on belly. His hairy beer gut spilled onto his thighs as it finally stopped growing, leaving him with a solid dad bod.

The doctor grabbed Will's belly, examining it while pinching his soft fat.

"I may have finally perfected the formula."

"Huh?" *Burp*

"Oh, nothing that concerns you."

The doctor pulled back Will's shirt, or what was left of it, revealing his pecs, or what could be better described as man tits.

"Marvelous."

He grabbed Will's hands, acknowledging the plumpness of his fingers and the girth of his palms.

"You've truly turned out the best of my subjects. I mean patients." The doctor began putting his equipment away. "Now why don't you come back to my place, we can order some pizza and watch the game with my previous patients, you'll love them."

"I got a better idea." Will growled as he grabbed the doctor by the collar. "I force this beer down your throat and fuck you while you transform."

*sigh* "why do I always get the crazies...." I mutter under my breath. "Yeah, I'll go talk to him."

I walk into the other room and close the door behind me, obscuring your view.

"Sir, I can't have you disturbing our customers."

You hear the faint conversation through the door.

"Wait, what are you doing. Sto-"

*Thud*

"Please don't!"

My voice suddenly becomes muffled.

"Oh god, what is happening to me?"

You hear the sound of me stumbling around the room.

"Why does this feel.... So good."

My voice is barely recognizable as it starts to become deep and gruff.

"Ohhh... Fuck yeah, I feel so fucking strong."

All you hear is grunting and growling from the other side of the door. Then, all of a sudden, the door busts open.

I squeeze through the door, struggling to fit my broad shoulders through the door frame. I tower over you, my hairy chest is at your eye level, giving you prime view of my hulking body. As your head tilts up to meet me eye to eye, you see my magnificent beard, it radiates more masculinity than you can comprehend.

"Just had a word with pops back there," I say in a thick southern accent, "since talkin' clearly ain't workin' for ya, he says I get to deal with ya myself."

I grab the back of your head and pull you in. You try to pull away, but I don't budge. I lift my other arm and stuff your face into my armpit. You hold your breath as you desperately try to push yourself away from me, but it's no use, it only delays the inevitable.

"You're gonna have to breathe in eventually boy." I chuckle as I rub your face deeper into my pit.

After a few more seconds, you take a deep breath through your nose. You recoil at the musky smell, but I hold you in for a bit longer and make sure you get a few more whiffs.

"That should teach ya a lesson." I say as I let you go.

You quickly spring backward, stumbling to the other side of the room.

"What did you do to me!?" You yell at me as you struggle to catch your balance.

"You'll see..."

You start to feel a tingle in your face when suddenly, thick hairs begin to sprout above your lip, forming a small mustache. You slowly bring your hand up to your face and brush your finger along the wiry hairs.

"Ah! What the fuck?"

The sensation is quickly followed by an intense itchiness that engulfs the lower half of your face as short hairs emerge along your skin, creating a patchy five o'clock shadow. Then your sharp jawline starts to melt into a soft double chin, making your face look even more unkempt than it was before.

And if that wasn't bad enough, you watch as hair starts to fall from your head in clumps, making your hairline recede a couple inches and thinning the rest.

"There's the family resemblance."

I put a baseball cap on your head to hide the hairline.

"Get used to wearin' these, you'll need em." I let out a hearty laugh.

"This... This... Is..." You stutter.

"It's feels great, don't it. Just let it happen boy!"

You start to groan and grunt as your voice begins to deepen. You grab your stomach in pain, then, your stomach suddenly shoots out into a sizable beer belly.

*Uuurrrrppppp!* You let out a nasty burp while your shirt slowly rides up your gut.

A satisfied look takes over your face as you slowly rub your new belly. You're so distracted that you barely notice when your pecs inflate into round man tits that are barely contained by your tiny shirt.

"Bro... Urrrp... I'm getting so ripped."

You chuckle as you flex your arms, barely showing the muscle underneath a layer of fat. Meanwhile, curly hairs begin to sprout all over your body. You're still a far way away from being as hairy as your older bro, but most men dream to be as hairy as you. Hair starts poking out above your shirt collar and over your shoulders while they spread across your exposed belly. That's not even mentioning the forest of hair covering your back.

"Do ya think these pants make me look fat?" You say with a deep southern twang.

"Quite yer' whinin', they look fine."

I give you a slap on the shoulder, sending you off balance. Meanwhile, your pants are on the verge of ripping. The button is holding on for dear life as your fat ass strains the fabric. It only gets worse when the bulge in your pants starts to grow. You try to adjust it, but it only gets worse as your dick starts to snake down your pants leg.

"Oouuugghhh fuck!" You moan as your transformation slows.

"Now that's a man that'll make this family proud!"

"Y'think so?"

It had been one year since Danny started working for his dad's construction company. It wasn't ideal, but he needed a job after he graduated and this was a temporary solution until he could get a job in business.

Danny opened the door of his truck, instantly feeling the chill in the air. Spring had been awfully cold, it seemed to be getting everyone sick, even his father had called in sick this morning. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on before putting on his hard hat.

"Hey bud *cough* how ya doin?" His foreman, Mike, asked Danny as he walked into the site.

"I'm good, you?"

"I'm alright, *cough* I think I caught something." He said between fits of coughing.

"Maybe you wouldn't be sick if you ever wore a jacket." Danny joked as he tugged on his foreman's thin T-shirt.

"What are you, my dad?" Mike chuckled.

The morning was a bit boring, but the work went by fast. They were nearly done excavating for an extension to a fancy looking laboratory. Danny overheard Mike talking about it being some well funded government deal, but it was too boring to bother paying attention to it.

It was only a couple hours into his shift when Danny felt a tingle in the back of his throat. It started small, something that would go away when he cleared his throat, but it quickly worsened. He tried holding in the coughs, but it didn't work. His face grew more and more red before he burst out into a cough.

"You okay, bud?" Mike asked.

Danny didn't speak, he couldn't speak. He flashed a thumbs up, but he wasn't okay. He suddenly felt burning hot and his skin became irritated. Clearly flustered, he stumbled towards his truck and closed himself inside it.

The coughing started to slow down just enough for him to catch his composure, but he still felt a burning heat welling in his stomach. He felt his shirt tighten around his midsection, and upon looking down, he noticed his stomach rising. He didn't even know how to react as his flat stomach swelled into a modest belly.

"What the fuck..."

Danny placed his hand on his stomach, feeling it sink into the soft fat that bulged out in front of him. He barely had time to react as the rest of his body also began to change. His strong pecs grew both with muscle and fat, pressing tightly against his shirt while not quite losing their shape. He could feel his arms fill out the sleeves of his shirt, constricting tightly around his thick biceps as his hands grew strong and meaty.

"Fuck yeah!" Danny laughed as he flexed his massive arms.

Similar to his arms, his legs started to thicken, filling out the space in his jeans. His ass grew wide and perky, straining his belt as his thighs threatened to burst through his pants. He even felt his feet curl up as they outgrew his boots.

Danny relaxed as the changes seemed to slow. Out of curiosity, he pulled down the sunshade to check himself in the mirror. It was hard to see his body in the tiny mirror, but he noticed something off about his face. His face had filled out, with a slight double chin peeking below his softer jawline, but it wouldn't be visible for long. Thick black hairs sprouted all over his clean shaven face, weaving into a bushy beard that covered his jawline. Even more shocking was when most of the hairs turned grey all the while his features began to age. Wrinkles formed around his eyes and on his forehead, and he could feel his hairline receding slightly.

He sat there, slack jawed as he stared at his bulky middle aged body in the mirror. But the shock didn't last long before his expression turned to satisfaction.

"Lookin' good, big guy." Danny said to himself in the mirror. He was shocked by how his deep voice boomed through the empty truck.

He made different expressions in the mirror and flexed his thick muscles, finding a deep attraction to his own dad bod. But his modeling session was cut short when someone swung the truck door open.

- Meanwhile -

Ring Ring!

Pete woke abruptly to his phone ringing. He slowly rolled out of his husband's arms and reached to grab his phone.

"What?" Pete answered, clearly annoyed.

"Well you're in a lovely mood." The voice on the other side mocked.

"This is my day off, why are you calling me this early."

"This is urgent. The alarm went off at one of our labs and none of the researchers are answering their phones. I need you to check and see if everything is fine." The man asked, seemingly stressed.

"Why me?" Pete argued, still groggy.

"The lab is right down the street from your house. I'm on my way now, but you can get there faster than I can. I just need you to make sure there isn't a leak. The research in that lab cannot get out!"

"Jeez, okay. I can be there in a couple minutes."

Pete hung up his phone and jumped out of bed. He threw on his uniform and gave his husband a kiss on the forehead.

"Bye John, I'll be back soon."

He quickly sneaks out of the room, throws on his boots, and heads out the door.

For a cold Spring morning, the sun was beading down really hard on Pete. He threw on some sunglasses and rolled up his sleeves as strolled down the sidewalk.

After a couple minutes of walking, he could already see the lab down the street. Luckily, it didn't look like there was anything wrong from where he was, no fire, no panic.

Once Pete got closer, he tried looking for something out of the ordinary, but the only thing that looked out of place was some construction going on outside the lab building. He walked into the site to see an older guy standing alone.

"Hello, sir." Pete caught the man's attention. "Are you the foreman?"

"Yes sir." The man reached out for a handshake. "Name's Mike."

"Mike... Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary around this building?" Pete asked.

"Ugh... No not really. Though I've had a pretty nasty cough since I got here, it seems to be hittin' my boys harder than me tho."

"And where would they be?" Pete questioned.

"One just went to take a piss and the other went over to his truck." Mike pointed to Danny's truck. "He's been in there a while now, I'm starting to get worried."

"I'll go talk to him." Pete said as he walked over to the truck.

He peeked through the window and saw an older man, around Mike's age. Pete knocked on the window, but couldn't seem to catch the man's attention, so he yanked the door open.

The man stumbled out of the truck, still coughing up a lung. Pete stepped back, trying not to get run over by the larger man. He tried to calm the man down, but he continued to cough right in Pete's face.

It wouldn't be long before Pete felt a tingle in the back of his throat. The sensation quickly grew into a violent cough, and with each cough, his chest rose. His pecs swelled until they ripped through his shirt, revealing a broad and hairy chest underneath. His arms thickened until his sleeves ripped in half while a thick pelt of hair grew over his arms, all the way down to his thick man hands.

"What is happening...to me?" Pete struggled to keep his balance.

He pants also tore in dramatic fashion as he stepped up onto a nearby picnic table, leaving him in nothing but a tight jockstrap and boots. His ass perked up and his thighs grew to the point that they rubbed together when he walked.

Unbeknownst to Pete, his face had also begun to change. His five o'clock shadow grew into a small beard while his nose grew and his eyes wrinkled.

"Pete!?" A familiar voice called out.

Pete looked up and smiled as he saw a familiar face.

"What's up boss?" He asks in a mature gruff voice.

"My god..." The man's eyes widened. "It's too late."

"What are ya talkin' about, bud." Pete asked as he approached his boss.

"It leaked. It can't be contained, it'll just keep spreading." The man spiraled.

"Relax, buddy. I'm sure it'll be fi-"

Pete paused mid sentence before coughing directly into his boss's face. It didn't take long for him to start growing out of his clothes, but Pete barely noticed, his mind seemed somewhere else.

"John!" He shouted before running back towards his house.

It became harder and harder to run as his body continued to grow. His stomach swelled with every breath, quickly becoming a solid beer gut. His shoulders broadened as a thick layer of fat grew over his pecs.

Meanwhile, his body continued to age. His growing beard started to go grey as his hairline receded all the way back, leaving a thin ring of hair left under his hat. His body hair became more dense as it too started to go grey.

The pressure on his aging knees grew as his height soared past 6 and half feet, making him slow down to a brisk jog. He could feel the growing fat in his body bounce with every step he took, and for some reason, it made him horny. His growing cock strained against his tiny jockstrap, begging for release, but he couldn't just yet.

He stumbled into his house, having to duck just to fit through the door. And just as he slammed the door behind him, his throbbing cock burst through the jockstrap, leaking with pre cum.

He ran upstairs and barged into his room, but John wasn't there. Panicked, he rummaged through his wardrobe for some clothes that would fit and found his father's old jeans. They're a bit short for him, but fit perfectly around his larger waist.

He walks back downstairs and sees his husband in the backyard, but something's off. Getting closer, Pete sees a much bulkier and hairier version of his husband barbecuing out back.

The sight of his handsome husband only made his cock leak even more.

He slid the glass door open and approached John. Pete slid his arms around his waist, pinching his soft belly as his rock hard dick pressed against the back of John's American flag speedo.

"Hey, Babe." Pete said as he rubbed his beard on the back of John's neck. "You're lookin' handsome."

Pete lifted John's round belly and let it drop, sending ripples through his soft body.

"I thought you'd like to see this ass in a speedo." John laughed between coughs. "None of my other clothes fit anyway."

"You're a hell of a lot sexier when none of your clothes fit." Pete said as he kissed the back of his neck.

"I bet you can't wait to see me to grow out of this." John flirted.

"I'm sure I won't have to wait long."

- Epilogue -

"Breaking News! A strange outbreak has been taking over New York. Reports suggest that it is a viral infection that is airborne and only infects men, though early accounts suggest that men above the age of 40 are asymptomatic. Their symptoms include a drastic increase in testosterone, characterized by fat and muscle gain, faster growth of body hair, increased libido, and rapid aging. The government has put in early efforts to prevent the spread, but the infection is spreading faster tha-" The news anchor paused as his focus shifted to someone behind the camera. "What are you doing here.... Hey, who are you, you can be in here... Wait... Don't... *Cough cough*"

"What are you watching, Babe?" John asked as he snuggled up beside Pete.

"Just the news. Watch this nerd grow out of his clothes." Pete let out a hearty laugh as the anchorman succumbed to the infection, growing into a fat dad.

John chuckled as he reached to grab some of Pete's popcorn. He took a big handful and stuffed into his mouth when suddenly, his speedo snapped in half.

"Told ya I wouldn't have to wait long." Pete smiled while rubbing John's growing belly.