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It had started out like any other quiet night at home. Ben Larsen and his husband, Tyler Grant, were celebrating their anniversary—seven years together. The evening had been simple, cozy: takeout containers littered the coffee table, and soft music played in the background. The small apartment they shared was warm and lived-in, with framed photos of vacations, friends, and family smiling down from the walls.

“C’mon, Ty. Let’s grab a pic for Insta,” Ben said, leaning over and slinging an arm around his husband. His brown hair was still damp from a shower, his clean-shaven face pressed close to Tyler’s cheek.

Tyler chuckled, brushing his blonde bangs out of his eyes. “Alright, alright. Just one, though. No filters, promise.”

They propped the phone up against a beer bottle, leaned in, and snapped the photo—a simple shot of two lean, boyish men in their late twenties, smiling wide with love.

Ben tapped at his screen, typing up a sweet caption: Lucky to have this man by my side for seven years. Here’s to many more. ❤️ He hit post.

But something went wrong.

The app refreshed, and both men froze.

“Uh, Ben… what the fuck is that?” Tyler’s voice was tight, confused.

Ben blinked at the screen. The photo was not the one they’d just taken. No, this was two massive, thickly-built men, shirtless, both with heavy tattoos curling across their chests and shoulders. One had a broad, hairy chest and a thick black beard that covered half his face, framed by a black cowboy hat. The other was bald under a straw hat, his reddish-brown beard full and wild, a glint in his eye as he leaned close to his buddy.

But it was the caption that made Ben’s blood run cold: WRECKED that hungry hole tonight—hot collab with my boy BUCK KELLER. Three loads and the fucker was still beggin’. 🔥💦🐻 Full vid up now—link in bio, don’t miss this bear meat show. It was on the profile of the black-bearded man—the account was named BEARBRUTE69.

And beneath that caption, a preview video had auto-played.

“Oh my god,” Tyler whispered.

There they were—those two men—grinding, rutting, gasping. The black-bearded brute pounding into his partner, sweaty bodies slapping, their guttural moans filling the room. Tyler’s face went pale, but before either could react, it began.

Ben felt it first. His skin itched and burned as dark hair began sprouting along his chest, then thicker, denser, as if years of testosterone flooded his veins all at once. His smooth face tingled, and red-brown stubble exploded into a full, wild beard, wiry and coarse, spreading up his cheeks and down his throat. His jaw widened, nose broadening, eyes deepening under heavy brows. His lean arms swelled with muscle and fat, thick veins rising along his biceps. His soft belly firmed up just enough to form a solid gut, framed by heavy pecs dusted with hair and tattoos curling across his shoulders—tribal patterns, skulls, barbed wire. His age advanced—he looked mid-40s now, roughened by hard years, his voice a gruff baritone with a lazy southern drawl he hadn’t had before.

Tyler tried to speak, but his voice cracked, shifting lower as his throat thickened. His clean face bristled with black stubble that darkened and spread in seconds, forming a dense, square-cut beard that framed his jaw like a pelt. His brown hair darkened to black, receding just slightly under his black cowboy hat as if it had always been there. His frame widened, arms bulging with thick muscle padded by a layer of bulk. Chest hair erupted, curling dense and sweaty across massive pecs, the same sunburst tattoo from the video branding his shoulder. He aged too—pushing past 50, with lines at the corners of his eyes, a nose broken once or twice in bar fights. His voice rumbled deep, with a slow, cocky Texan accent. His name wasn’t Tyler anymore—it was Hank Slade. Owner of this house. The black-bearded bearpig who just wrecked his buddy’s ass on camera.

And Ben? He wasn’t Ben Larsen now. He was Buck Keller, forty-six, a traveling content creator who lived for collabs like this, for the raw, nasty sex his subscribers craved.

Their apartment morphed around them. Gone were the photos, the cozy couch, the bookshelves. The walls became wood-paneled, adorned with leather straps, cowboy hats, and a giant mounted bull skull. The air smelled of sweat, cum, leather polish. A camera sat on a tripod in the corner, a lube bottle next to it, and used towels strewn across a battered leather couch. A jockstrap lay discarded on the floor. Hank’s house. Always Hank’s house.

The men sat, sweaty and sated, reality fully rewritten.

Buck scratched his beard, smirking as he looked at the post on Hank’s phone. “Fuck, man, didn’t realize you was gonna post that clip so fast. You’re gettin’ your subs worked up already, huh?”

Hank chuckled, voice deep and slow. “Hell yeah. My boys been waitin’ for this collab. They love seein’ me split some hole, ‘specially when the fucker’s beggin’ for more. You took that bear cock like a fuckin’ champ, Keller.”

Buck laughed, taking a long swig from a beer he didn’t remember grabbing. “Damn right I did. Shit, Hank, you sure know how to break a man in. My hole’s gonna be singin’ for a week.”

Hank leaned back, pulling out a fresh cigar and lighting it, the smoke curling around his thick beard. “That vid’s gonna make a killin’. Might hafta get you back here next month. Thinkin’ we do somethin’ in the barn. Got a few toys out there my subs been wantin’ to see me put to work.”

Buck licked his lips, his thick fingers stroking along his beard. “Hell, man, you just say when. I’ll be here. Ain’t nothin’ I like more than helpin’ a buddy get his nut on cam. ‘Sides, you wreck me real good. Feels fuckin’ right.”

Hank grinned, eyes glinting under his hat. “Bet your subs are lovin’ it too. They like seein’ that hole get opened up proper, seein’ a real man get bred.”

Buck’s cock stirred again in his worn jeans, the massive bulge straining the zipper. “Shit, Hank, you’re gettin’ me hard again talkin’ like that.”

“Yeah?” Hank drawled, leaning in close, his cigar clenched between his teeth, his breath hot with whiskey and smoke. “Might hafta fire up that camera again. Give ‘em a lil’ bonus.”

Buck chuckled, voice low and raunchy. “Fuck yeah. Let’s give the boys what they want.”

And that was all they knew, all they’d ever been—two filthy bear pigs, living for the next collab, the next video, the next load. The sweet anniversary, the apartment, their old names—all gone, as if they’d never existed.

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Infected Waters - TF Short

"Babe, are you sure the pool's clean?" Dave asks you.

"I haven't washed it in a while, but I'm sure it's fine." You respond, dismissing his concerns.

"Ok, but if I get colera or something from this, you're paying for the medical bills." He jokes.

He slowly walks down the stairs into the water while you get dressed. Goosebumps cover his skin as he's engulfed by the frigid water. He pauses as soon as his dick hits the water, groaning as the cold water hits it.

"It's always easier to dunk before the water reaches your dick." You chuckle.

"I know, it just felt weird." He says, straining his voice.

"Weird?"

"Yeah, it just feels like the water went up my dick."

"Are you okay?" You ask, starting to get concerned.

He doesn't respond, instead he just starts groaning again. You try to ask him what's wrong, but he doesn't respond. Suddenly, his flat stomach starts to inflate. At first, it's just a small bloat rounding out his stomach. But it swells to the size of a beach ball, hanging over his swim shorts. His pained groans are now laced with moans as he rubs his massive belly. His chest quickly follows suit, expanding into two soft man tits that sag under their own weight.

You watch in horror as he continues to grow, moaning as one hand cups his tits and one playing with his deep belly button. His love handles soften as rolls of fat form on his back. His arms and legs form a soft layer of fat, covering any muscle definition he had. His swimsuit starts straining under the pressure of his growing ass and a large bulge forms in his crotch as his dick forms a large imprint down his leg.

His hair starts to go grey as his face ages to a man in his fifties. You stand shocked on the edge of the pool, staring at your boyfriend who's now double your age and triple your weight.

"Dave!?" You ask, unable think of something better to say.

"Ugh, yeah?" He says between moans, his voice is deep and buttery.

"What's... Going on?"

"What do you mean babe, everything's fine. You should come in, the water's great." Dave invites you in.

"No... I... I think I'll stay out here." You respond.

"Then I'll join you out there." He says as he walks out of the pool, letting you see the full damage from head to toe.

He walks up to you, gets on his knees, and pulls down your shorts. There's no hiding your hard on now, your dick spring to life as he pulls your shorts down. You feel his prickly grey beard rub against your dick as he gives you head. Your head rolls back in pleasure, but suddenly you feel a weird pressure inside your dick. Looking down, you realize he blew some of the pool water up your dick.

You start groaning as you feel the infection spreading throughout your body. Just like with Dave, it starts in your belly. Your six pack inflates with fat until you're left with a thick beer belly that's laying on Dave's forehead. You feel your body weighing you down as every part of you becomes soft and fat. You can even feel Dave choking up a little bit as your average sized dick grows to a monstrous 10 inches inside his mouth.

As a final touch, you start to feel the warmth of the sun on your head as the hair completely falls out, leaving you bald. Although you grow all the hair back in a bushy grey beard that covers your double chin.

As the last of the transformation takes hold, you let out a deep moan as ropes of cum shoot into Dave's mouth. He swallows your immense load as he gets to his feet, pressing his gut against yours.

"How about we invite the neighbors over for a swim?" Dave suggests with a devilish smirk.

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I work as a lifeguard at a local waterpark, and i see dilfs all of the time—but they don’t see me. I think it’s because i’m too young and scrawny for them, you think you could fix that?

Hey there! So, I have some bad news, some good news, and some worse news. I’ll start with the first bad news, because it's really bad. I… sort of got hacked. Well, not in the way you’re thinking. With all the sensitive TF related information I have on my computer, I have a lot of protection on it. I can’t expect people to send me their greatest desires if they know they might get seen by someone untrustworthy. The bad news is that I didn’t realize that someone could use magic to hack my computer. They didn’t get much before the protection spell on my house detected it, but it did get a few things. Including… your message. The good news is, I know the person who hacked me, or at least of them, and I know they will actually grant your wish. The worse news is that they’re going to go absolutely overboard.

I don’t know who they really are, but from what I’ve been able to find, they call themselves The Mad Scientist. Like, they actually call themself The Mad Scientist. Which isn’t the most cliche thing I’ve ever heard but is pretty out there. They’re a tf reporter, like me and my Uncle, but they’re a lot more… reckless. They don’t just report cases and change people based on individual requests, they change dozens, if not hundreds of people at a time, usually without a care for the effect it has on people’s lives. I suspect they’re the one who has been messing with The Master, since they seem to see both The Master and My Uncle as rivals, in some twisted way. It would make sense. They’re powerful, good with tech, love messing with anyone they can, and have no care for how they transform people. And now that they’ve seen your request, you’re their next target. Or, as they’d say, their next experiment. Usually I wouldn’t know what would happen after that, but they actually sent me a video of what they did. I think they did it to mock me. 

It was a regular day at the waterpark, right in the middle of your shift, when it happened. You were watching the wave pool, when you started to notice that every man in the pool was beginning to… change. Some were getting younger, seniors losing years in seconds until they ended up somewhere in their early thirties, well some were getting older, fresh faced 18 year olds aging up as they became more mature, more handsome. Every man, regardless of age, was piling on muscle and growing an impressive smattering of body hair. Looking around in shock, you could see that women and children weren’t affected, and notably every man not in the pool seemed perfectly normal, but every man who was already in the water seemed to be turning into a huge, hung, muscular DILF. You could also see, from the dazed, lust filled look in each of the DILFs eyes, and how they were already starting to grope and kiss each other, that each of them had become gay, slutty and horny.

You knew you should run. That you had to get away from the pool, get out of the park, call the authorities or something. But… everything you wanted was right there in front of you. And, if you ever were cured, you could always say someone slashed you or something. You somehow knew, instinctively, that the water was what was changing these people, and that all it would take to change you into a beefy DILF was a single drop.

As you dipped your toes into the water and felt a haze come over your mind, you could hear loud sexual moaning, all around you, not only coming from the pool, but the other rides. It looked like all the water in the park had been infected with whatever this was. Which meant all of the men in the entire park… You chuckled dumbly and smirked as you felt hair grow across your beefy pecs. This water park just got a whole lot more interesting.

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Oscorp Burger

"Don't you think it's weird that Norman Osbourne did a complete 180 with oscorp, going from science technology to investing in fast food." You ask your boss, curious of his opinion.

"He's been on the brink of bankruptcy for years now, maybe this is his last hurrah. Or maybe he knows something that we don't, he's a genius after all." He responds.

"Maybe, I just thought it was weird. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow." You say, walking out of his office.

He simply waves as you leave.

You take the elevator down the massive New York tower, all the while thinking about the weird business decisions of your boss' competitors. Once finally at the ground floor, you make your way through the large pristine lobby towards the front doors. Just as your hand grabs the handle, the building shakes as a loud bang erupts from outside the building. It knocks you on your ass, and you watch as the green goblin flies past your building, followed closely by spiderman and the avengers.

"After today, all of New York will be under my thumb!" The green goblin yells, cackling as he runs from the avengers.

"You better get that fucker!" You yell as they pass by, tired of all the damage the green goblin has been causing lately.

Another loud bang erupts from where he was heading, but this time a thick green smoke starts to fill the street. You approach the glass, curiously watching it flow down the street when all of a sudden, spiderman falls from the sky, landing right on the other side of the glass.

You wince, it looked painful. But your face pained expression quickly turns to shock when you see a bulge forming under his uniform. His chiseled abs, which were once visible under his uniform, are now covered under a thick mound of fat. He coughs, presumably from the green smoke, shaking his expanding belly every time. Within seconds his uniform is straining against his beach ball sized gut, with two man tits pressing tightly against his uniform and showing off his swollen nipples.

You can't help but watch as the once fit hero grew into a blob of fat right in front of you. But it only gets worse, as the avengers start falling out of the sky one by one. And just like spiderman, they start coughing, quickly followed by a rapid weight gain. Captain america and Thor quickly rip through their skin tight uniforms, showing off their soft hairy bodies. Iron man's suit breaks at the seams as he outgrows it in real time, and even the hulk fattened up so much that his shorts rip clean in half, flashing you with his massive dick.

You don't have much time to watch, however, as while the avengers pile on the pounds, spiderman turns his attention to you. He starts aggressively punching the window, each punch cracking the window more and more until green gas starts to seep through. You run back to the elevator and rapidly tap the top floor over and over again. You finally hear the glass shatter, letting the gas pour inside as spiderman runs after you, though he seems somewhat hindered by the hundreds of pounds of fat he gained just moments ago. You press against the back of the elevator as the doors close, spiderman mere meters away.

You sit on the floor and catch your breath, trying to make sense of everything that is happening. But the ride up seems a lot faster than the ride down was, and before you know it, you're at your boss's office.

You run into his office, trying to inform him of what's going on outside.

"Get away from the windows, there's something happe...." You stop half way through your sentence.

The window is shattered and there's a faint green gas settled at your feet. Your boss turns his chair to face you and he's nearly unrecognizable. His face is round and plump, with a double chin covering his once chiseled jaw. A thick gut is resting on his lap, threatening to burst through his suit at any moment. His dress pants tearing at the seams from his fattened thighs.

He's holding a cigar in one hand, the other fondling his crotch.

"Oh good, you're here. You need to try these new oscorp burgers, it'll put some meat on your bones." He says, pulling out a paper bag with the oscorp logo on it.

Before you can react, he puffs out a thick cloud of green cigar smoke. It smells... nice, like a nice warm meal at oscorp.

"Snap out of it!" You yell at yourself in a moment of clarity.

But it's too late, you can already hear the sound of your clothes ripping. Looking down, your button up has already ripped open, revealing two hairy man tits with a thick hairy gut just below them. Your pants split in half as your thighs thicken, leaving you naked on your lower half.

You try to cover up your dick, but just the sensation of your hand rubbing against it sends shivers down your spine. You use the other hand to explore your fattening body, rubbing through the forests of hair and punch your soft fat, it's a feeling only rivaled by an oscorp burger.

Then it clicks. Your eyes focus on the burger your boss left out for you. You run with all your light towards it, feeling your fat bounce with every step. You grab the burger and start stuffing it down your mouth. And just as you finish it, there's another waiting for you.

"Attaboy, there's plenty where that came from." Your boss says, rubbing your gut as it continues to expand.

You're only interrupted by the sound of the elevator dinging. The doors open to reveal spiderman. He's much fatter than the last time you saw him, with almost no uniform left on his hulking body except for his mask, which is struggling to contain his multiple double chins.

"Oh thank God! I've been dying for one of these." He says as he shoots a web at your burger, snatching it from out of your hands.

He yanks off his mask and shovels the burger into his mouth.

"Now now boys, there's plenty to go around." Your boss smiles as he pulls out another box full of burgers and fries. "Norman and I worked out a deal to spread his interests all across the world." He pushes the burgers towards you and leans back in his chair, proudly rubbing his gut.

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Gym Dad - TF Short

"Welcome in! You must be new here." The hunky receptionist greeted you with a warm smile.

"Oh.. hi." You responded sheepishly as you adjusted your glasses.

If your oversized shirt didn't give away the fact that you've never been to a gym, your awkward demeanor sure did. But you're committed, your doctor said you needed to put on some weight, so you're here to gain some muscle. All the guys on the website looked very beefy, so it seemed like a good place to go to gain weight.

"Let me show you around." The receptionist stood up, towering over you.

You followed closely behind him, as if using him as protection against the peering eyes of the other gym goers. It wasn't a bad view either, his ass jiggled back and forth with every step and his muscles bulged through his tight clothes. Though it seemed odd that he had a thick belly, you know, since he worked at a gym. But the more you looked around, the more normal it felt, as almost every man in the gym had a similar round gut hanging out of their shirts.

"This is where I send all the new guys, it's a good place to get started." The man says as he points to a bench stationed beside a rack of dumbbells. "But before you do anything, here's a free protein shake as a reward for becoming a member."

He holds out a large shaker with a creamy looking liquid in it. You assumed it was his, but you certainly don't mind a free shake, especially since you're trying to put on weight.

"Thanks." You respond, smiling back at him.

But he continues standing there, as if waiting eagerly for you to try the shake. You humor him and take a sip. It tastes surprisingly good, it must be packed with calories. But as you try to put the shaker down, the man grabs it and tips it back up, pouring more and more of the shake down your throat. You want to stop him but it tastes so good. You feel your stomach bloating as it tries to cramp the rich shake into your tiny body.

After a few long seconds, the shaker finally empties. You pull it away from your mouth and gasp for air, choking on the thick shake.

"Good man." The man smiles.

You stumble around for a moment, trying to gain your composure, then...

*BBUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAPPPP*

The loudest burp you've ever heard erupts from deep within you, echoing all around the gym. Your stomach rumbles before suddenly expanding to the size of a beach ball, pushing your shirt to its limits. You look down in horror, bringing your hands up to rub your round gut. Then your flat chest follows suit, blowing up with thick muscle and soft fat as they form two man tits right above your belly.

Without giving you time to react, the rest of your body begins to grow. Your shoulders broaden as your biceps swell with fat and muscle. Your hands puff up as they get stuffed with fat. Mounds of muscle grow on your back before disappearing under rolls of fat. You bend forward as your flat ass rises like bread, forming two perky gloves of fat that are barely contained by your shorts. Your shorts continued to tighten around your legs as your tights thicken, leaving a thick bulge in your crotch. The bulge grows as you gain an inch of girth, though it looks shorter as it gets swallowed by your growing fat pad.

As the rest of your body expands, your face starts to change. Your features age to a middle aged man as fat fills your face, making it look soft and round. Your hairline recedes slightly as a thick beard spreads across your jaw, a jaw that is slowly melting into a double chin.

You stand there confused for a moment, before the rush of power fills your brain. You feel like a beast barely contained by his clothes, strong enough to lift any weight in this gym.

"Welcome to Gym Dad's, I'm sure you'll fit right in."

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High Stakes DnD

Synopsis: Three men start a DND campaign and learn the hard way that whatever happens to their characters, happens to them in real life. As each of them transform, they have to work together to beat the campaign or be stuck the way they are forever.

"All three of you enter the dark and dingy lair, what would you like to do next?" Said the DM.

"Can I check for magical traps?" Jeremy asks, playing the wizard.

"Roll an arcana check." The DM responds.

Jeremy rolls a 14.

"There are no magical traps you can sense nearby, but you notice magic emanating from further into the lair."

"I want to shoot a flaming arrow down the dark corridor to try and see further." Dan asks, playing the elf ranger.

"Roll a perception check."

Dan rolls a 9.

"The flaming arrow doesn't light up as much of the corridor as you hoped. Though you do see a turn about 50 metres ahead of you."

"I'm gonna charge ahead! I can take whatever this lair throws at me." John says brazenly, playing the barbarian.

"Roll and athletics check."

John rolls a 1.

"Ooh that's unfortunate. You instantly trip and fall flat on your face. As you try to get up, your hand pushes down a pressure plate. As soon as the pressure plate clicks into place, a thick green liquid begins to shoot out of the floor. Make a dexterity saving throw."

John rolls a 7.

"You try to dodge out of the way, but you don't react in time. The stream of green liquid shoots directly into your mouth. You're shocked by how good it tastes, almost like a sweet tea. The liquid fills your stomach, leaving you extremely bloated."

"I want to pull him away from the trap."

Dan rolls a 16 on his strength check.

"You manage to pull him out of the trap, but not before litres of the mysterious liquid entered his body."

"Guys, I don't feel great." The barbarian expresses as he lays heavy against the wall.

"You suddenly feel a tightness grow under your armour. You look down to see your stomach has continued bloating, pushing out your chest plate. It keeps bloating and bloating until it becomes obvious that it's no longer a bloat. Within moments, your six pack becomes a round and hairy gut, protruding under your chest plate."

"Guys what's happening!?" John freaks out as the changes start to affect him in real life as well. His slim figure quickly swells as a large ball gut rides up his shirt, revealing a hairy gut underneath his shirt.

"You let out a loud burp that sends ripples through your soft belly. Next you hear your chest plate stretch as your solid pecs soften under a thick layer of fat. Your chest plate breaks in half, falling to the ground as your man tits sag onto your belly."

"Buuuurrrraaaappp" John let's out a massive belch as he grows a pair of soft man tits that press tight against his shirt. "Why does it feel so... Good?" He moans as his nipples triple in size and a forest of hair grows on his chest.

"Those strong limbs of yours don't fare any better. The chiseled definition in your arms is buried under soft fat, and your hands become swollen with thick fat filled fingers. Your thighs become thick as a tree trunk, making it hard for you to walk and your feet burst out of your tiny shoes. And that perky ass of yours becomes so big that it sags under its own weight."

The changes quickly apply to John, making the rest of his body match his hulking gut. His arms and legs swell, his hands and feet double in size, and his ass becomes so wide it doesn't fit in his chair anymore.

"And don't think that pretty face is safe either. Your once sharp barbarian features soften under layers of pudge. Your sharp jawline and strong chin melt into three double chins. Your cheek bones are buried under your chubby cheeks. You're finally left twice your previous weight, bursting out of your armour, and barely capable of moving."

John's transformation in real life also completes, making his face much wider and rounder. Unlike his fantasy counterpart, John does not have massive muscles to give him more definition under his fat. So he is left fat yet scrawny limbs and a massive ball gut that hangs over his waist.

"What the fuck just happened!?" Jeremy asks, surprised at watching friends balloon into a 300 pound blob of a man.

"I must have forgotten to mention it..." The DM says in a sinister tone. "Any changes that happen to your character in the campaign apply to you in real life."

"God I'm so hungry." John interrupts.

"Good thing there's a whole buffet prepared behind you buddy." The DM points to a table of food behind John.

"Wait, is any of this permanent?"

"Only if you fail to complete the campaign."

"Oh god, I can't end up like John."

"Let's just beat the campaign and get this over with."

"Fine, let's go."

"Let's walk to the turn I saw earlier."

"You make it to the turn with no problems, but the fat barbarian now has halved movement speed, so it takes you longer than you'd expect. Also, the barbarian's constitution has gone up by 4 and his dexterity has gone down by 6."

"I'm sorry, you guys just don't get how hard it is being my size." John complained.

"Whatever, let's keep walking."

"The hallway opens up into what seems to be a room, but it's too dark to tell. Roll a perception check."

Dan rolls an 18.

"You hear footsteps getting louder and louder from the darkness. You look in the direction of the footsteps and see a large figure emerge from the darkness. It lunges at you, but you manage to step out of the way just as a spear nearly misses you. Roll initiation."

Dan rolls a 22

John rolls a 14

Jeremy rolls a 6

"The top of the round is Dan. What would you like to do?"

"I want to shoot double arrows."

He rolls a 16 on hit for the first arrow, and 18 for the second.

"That's a hit, roll for damage."

"9 on the first arrow, 6 on the second arrow."

"Your first arrow lodges into the creature's chest, and the second into its arm. It lets out a guttural growl that echoes around the room as it rips out both arrows. It then lunges at you again with its spear. Does a 12 hit?"

"No."

"He lunges at you, but you quickly pull up your wooden shield. The spear slices through the shield but not far enough to hit you, and you notice a green liquid that is leaking from the tip of the spear."

"Can I pull on the spear to get a better look at the creature?"

Dan rolls a 15 on his strength check.

"You yank on its spear with all your strength, causing it to stumble forward. This brings it just close enough for you to tell that it is an orc, about 7 feet tall with big muscles, tusks, and dark green skin."

"Now it's your turn, John."

John looks up from his plate of food. "Oh, right."

"I will rage and swing my mace at him."

John rolls a nat 20 to hit.

"It's a critical! Now roll for damage."

"16 damage, doubles because of the Crit."

"Those big barbarian muscles are still hidden under your fat, and you use them to swing your mace directly into the orcs ribs. You hear a crack and his ribs snap, and you leave multiple stab wounds in his side from the spikes on your mace. The orc doesn't look good, but he's still fighting. In retaliation, he will try to right hook you. Does a 17 hit?"

"Yes."

"Despite his broken ribs, the orc charges at you and swings his fist right into the side of your jaw, knocking you on your ass. He deals 11 bludgeoning damage and you're knocked prone."

"Now it's the orcs turn. He will use his movement to sprint straight towards Jeremy."

"What! Why me?"

"He sees you as the weak link and he figures he can get one kill before going down."

"What the hell!"

"He lunges with his spear. Does a 14 hit?"

"Yes."

"He stabs his spear directly into your stomach, now you need to do a constitution saving throw."

Jeremy rolls a 9.

"Just barely fails. He deals 16 piercing damage and the liquid on his spear has made its way into your body, infecting you."

"It's my turn now, right?"

"It is, however, you are having trouble moving due to the infection taking over your body. You spend your turn writhing in pain. It is back to the top of the round, Dan's turn."

"I want to again shoot 2 arrows."

Dan rolls a 6 and a 17 to hit.

"The second arrow hits, roll for damage."

Dan rolls a 12.

"The first arrow flies by the orc, lodging itself into the wall. The second arrow flies directly into the back of the orcs head, piercing straight through and sticking out of his forehead."

"Fuck yeah!"

"I would take this as such a victory, as you hear painful grunts coming from the wizard."

"What?"

"As you approach, the wizard pushes aside his robe to reveal the spear wound. A growing green liquid is oozing inside of it, and it looks like the skin around it is turning green. The green ooze pumps through his veins, glowing through his skin as it's pumped all around his body. Finally, the ooze makes its way to the wizard's brain. Within an instant, his facial expression changes from pain to shock as two tusks grow from his lower jaw. They grow to about three inches long, pointing up towards his cheeks as his lower jaw widens to fit them. His nose also widens and his brow one becomes a lot more prominent as his eyes go from green to dark brown. His straight blonde hair becomes dark and coarse as it spreads down his side burns into a thick beard that covers his massive jaw."

"Guys, I don't feel so good."

Jeremy holds his head as if he had a sudden migraine. He looks up at his friends as his human features start to morph, just like his wizard counterpart. His jaw thickens as tusks grow from his mouth. His brow bone becomes more prominent, making him look like a dumb himbo. His skin starts to take on a green hue as his eyes turn brown and his hair becomes dark and coarse.

"You fall back as the infection takes over. That smart wizard brain of yours is starting to fail you as it becomes increasingly difficult to think. But it's not like you'll need that brain, you're an orc after all, you're quite strong. Your muscles swell, giving massive biceps, thick pecs, and a defined six pack as your wound begins to heal."

"Please help... Think... Hard."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

Jeremy lets out a deep growl as his body starts to grow. His T-shirt and shorts tighten against his green skin as his muscles swell. His clothes rip in half in dramatic fashion, leaving him naked and showing off his growing dick. He brings his massive orc hands to cover his cock, but it's so big that it's near impossible to hide. Meanwhile, his perspective shifts higher and higher as his body grows to a hulking 7 feet tall.

"After your wound has fully healed, you stand back up, now towering over your party. Looking at your tiny elf friend fills you with a sudden confidence. You stand there for a moment to flex while your party watches in shock. Your biceps are massive and you can now bounce your juicy pecs, not to mention your perky ass cheeks. But after you're done with your one man show, John tosses you a cloth that doesn't fit him anymore, just so you can cover up your manhood. You look down at your wizard garb on the floor in pieces before grabbing the cloth and putting it on."

"Feel... Good."

Jeremy's voice is deep and gruff, no longer holding the wisdom he once had. He uses his thick hands to explore his new body, finding new bulging muscles all over his body. John and Dan just have to watch as his 12 inch dick starts to stick straight up in the air while he rubs his swollen muscles. He's only brought back to reality when his chair starts to creak under his weight.

"Can we just move on and get this over with."

"The three of you keep moving deeper into the lair, stopping every once in a while to let John catch his breath. The hallway becomes warmer and more humid the longer you venture."

"This has got to be a trap, I want to scout for traps."

"Roll a perception check."

Dan rolls a nat 20.

"Fuck yeah!"

"You carefully survey your surroundings, using sight, smell, and sound to scout for traps, but you don't find any. All you notice is a faint golden glow coming from the end of the hallway."

"I'll run ahead, I can end this. Just meet me up there."

"You run to the end of the hallway and see a large golden door, slightly ajar. You sneak in to see a large glittering cave, the floor covered in golden treasures and reflect the light all over the caves walls. What will you do?"

"I will try to climb up the treasure to get a better view of the cave."

"Roll an acrobatics check."

Dan rolls a nat 1.

"You try to climb a small pile of treasure, but lose your footing and fall, taking some treasure down with you. You slam on the floor, taking 5 bludgeoning damage before the treasure hits the ground, making a loud clanging noise that echoes throughout the cave. After a moment of silence, the ground starts to shake violently as you see a large figure emerge from the pile of gold."

"I want to hide."

"Roll a stealth check."

Dan rolls a 14.

"You manage to hide behind the pile of gold that you failed to climb. You hear heavy footsteps approaching you, each one shaking the ground. You hear sniffing coming from the other side of the gold pile, then it suddenly stops. The brief silence allows you to hear your heartbeat, but it doesn't last long as the creature swipes away the gold you were hiding behind. You stand still for a moment, struck by the creature that stands before you. It's a red dragon, at least 10 stories tall with a big scaly belly that hangs in front of him. It's also got quite big breasts, along with a long neck with a white mane and a white goatee."

"I want to run back to the hallway."

"Roll an athletics check."

Dan rolls an 18.

"You start sprinting as fast as you can back to the hallway. The dragon just laughs in response. "It's been a while since I've had visitors, it would be rude for you to leave so soon." The dragon says. He takes one step forward, covering more ground than you have since you began running. With one swift motion, he grabs you tight in one hand and lifts you up to his face. His breath is hot against your skin. "I could use a companion, one that'll never leave." The dragon says with a grin on his face. He starts casting a spell with his off hand, red particles swirl around his hand before he presses one of his claws into your chest, right in front of your heart. Roll a constitution saving throw."

Dan rolls an 8.

"You try to fight off the dragons magic, but it's too strong. A symbol etches into your chest where his claw was, signing your fate. You can feel it infecting your mind as your body starts to swell. Your shirt rips open as your stomach surges forward, growing into a thick beer belly that resembles that of the dragon. Your flat chest also grows into two soft breasts that lay on your gut. Your pants don't last long either as your thighs thicken to the point of ripping through them."

Similar to John, Dan starts to swell out of his clothes. He grows a ball belly that lays on his lap and two fat man tits that sag into his gut. His love handles squeeze against the arms of his chair, threatening to break through them.

"I... I want to... resist."

"It is too late to resist, the spell has reached your mind and has started erasing your core values and memories, leaving you as a blank slate. Meanwhile, your body starts to take on draconic features, just like your master. Your elven features melt away as a thick snout grows on your face with tusks and rows of sharp teeth. Horns grow on your head as red scales cover your face, making you look nearly identical to your master, save for the long neck. The red scales grow all over your plump body as a thick tail emerges right above your fat ass."

Dan's human features quickly morph into those of a dragon, just like his elven counterpart. The snout, sharp teeth, and horns, along with the red scales covering his body. Though he's forced out of his seat when his tail grows in, making it impossible for him to sit in any ordinary chair. As he gets back up, he flashes the table with his thick dragon dick, now that he's got nothing to cover himself up.

"I... Must serve... My master."

"As the spell finalizes, you are left as a loyal young dragon, eager to serve his master and one day grow strong like him. The spell makes it so that every time you do what his master says, you will grow, eventually becoming an elder dragon just like your master. Your master puts you down just as your party arrives."

"Dan? What happened?"

"My master made me a good dragon."

"Why is that dragon pretending to be Dan?"

"That is Dan, you dumbass! The dragon must have cast a dragons seal on him."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we have to kill the dragon."

"I would never let my master get hurt."

"As the words leave your mouth, you grow. Becoming ever closer to an elder dragon."

The floor creaks as Dan grows in real life as well. Soon enough the house won't be able to contain him.

"Roll for initiative."

Eager to please his master, Dan gets a 24, going first.

"I use fire breath."

"Your snout starts to glow red before you release a continuous blast of fire towards your party. Since they both grew out of their armour, there is nothing to protect them from the intense flame. Both of you take 30 fire damage."

"I rage and charge at Dan full speed."

"You yell in anger as you start to run towards Dan, but you still haven't gotten used to your new body so it looks more like a waddle than a charge. You tuck in your shoulder and throw your immense weight into the dragon, but you simply bounce off his belly, sending ripples through his fat."

"I use my reaction to talk to John."

"You approach John as he lays on the ground and whisper into his ear, "You could have all the food you could ever imagine if you join us." John's ears perk up at the idea. perform an wisdom saving throw."

John rolls a 4.

"He convinces you right away with the promise of infinite food, Dan grows again, surpassing 9 feet. Jeremy, you're up."

"I unarmed strike Dan"

"You run at him and launch the strongest punch you can muster, but his thick fat absorbs most of the force. You deal 5 bludgeoning damage. In response, Dan grabs your head and says, "look around, all this gold could be ours if you just join us." Roll an intelligence saving throw"

Jeremy rolls a 6.

"The glowing treasure leaves you awestruck, and you take his deal. Once again causing him to grow."

Dan hits 10 feet, his head hitting the ceiling and his gut pushing against the table. There is not enough room in there to hold him.

"The three of you happily join the dragon for eternity under the promise of food and riches. Dan continues to grow closer and closer to an elder dragon, John eats until he's unable to leave the cave even if he wanted to, and Jeremy is simply too stupid to resist the dragons persuasion. You lose."

"We lost?"

Jeremy twiddles his thumbs, waiting for someone to tell him what to do.

"It's not a loss if you ask me."

John chuckles as he stuffs his face with food.

"As long as my master is happy, I'm happy."

Dan's head breaks through the roof.

"Don't beat yourself up, big guy. At least you had fun."

The DM approached Jeremy, massaging his massive muscles. His hands slowly drifted down to Jeremy's dick, revealing his ulterior motive. He's got all three of his friends under his control, exactly where he wants them.

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Awaken the Beast

10...

11...

12.

You count in your mind, finally finishing your last set. You wipe down the seat before making your way back to the locker room. Though you get distracted when you pass by a large mirror spanning from the floor to the ceiling. It kinda shocks you seeing the gains you've gotten in the past couple of months since you decided to go to the gym. You crouch down and pull out your phone, taking a mirror selfie.

You smile, proud of your accomplishments before getting up and continuing to the locker room. As you walk, you keep glancing over to the mirror and flexing. You're looking over so much in fact, that you run right into someone.

"Sorry man, I wasn't looking where I was going." You say as you turn towards the man you just bumped into.

"Holy shit! This guy's massive." You think as the beast of a man turns toward you.

He locks eyes with you, and something in you changes. He starts flexing as you stare intently. Normally you would just walk away, as any normal person would, but you can't seem to move. You don't want to move. You want to stay and watch him.

With every pose the man strikes, you grow more infatuated. His massive biceps, his juicy pecs, and the hair covering every part of his body but his shiny bald head. You're not gay but some part of you wants him, but you also want to be him, you want everything to do with him.

The beast smiles. You have completely fallen for his trap. He whistles at you like your his pet, and you follow along mindlessly. You follow him to the locker room, where he drags you into one of the shower stalls and pins you against the wall. You can feel his hard cock press into your lower back as he holds you against the wall. Normally this would never turn you on, but the growing pre-cum stain in your shorts says otherwise.

The beast's heavy breaths fall on the back of your neck, shooting tingles down your spine. His shorts drop to his ankles, and all you feel is his 8 inch rod tap against your back a couple times. Suddenly you feel the cold air against your bare ass when he pulls down your shorts. He spits on his dick and slowly sticks the tip into your tight ass. Almost like instinct, a loud moan escapes your lips. Like a mix of painful groans and pleasured moans, your voice echoed through the empty locker room.

Your hands clench the walls as his cock slips further and further into you. Just when you think he's fully inside you, he keeps pushing. You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear his tennis ball sized testicles clap against your ass.

The beast quickly pulls his hips back, and prepares for round two. He thrusts his immense weight into you so hard that the wall creaks under the force. And as his balls clap against your ass, a wave of power surges through you. Your thighs pulse as the muscles swell, your abs become more defined, and your chest thickens into two solid pecs. He thrusts again and your biceps surge with strength, your shoulders broaden, and your chin becomes more square.

Every time the beast's cock penetrates you, every part of your body grows. Your thighs swell to the size of tree trunks and your feet burst out of your tiny shoes. Your skin tight gym shorts rip to shreds as your ass grows round and juicy, and even your average 6 inch dick nearly doubled in size to a monstrous 11 inches, a breeding machine.

The beast speeds up as his groans become louder. With each thrust, a wave of power rushes through you and you lose more and more of the man you once were. Your perspective grows higher and higher as your spine elongates until you can see over the shower stall. You can feel the beast's beard rubbing against the middle of your back when it used to rub against the back of your neck. The height doesn't make you look any less jacked, however, as your shoulders continue to broaden. Your tiny tang top doesn't stand a chance as your chest expands into two massive mounds of muscle. Your biceps swell to the size of melons, putting bodybuilders to shame. Even your hands grow thick and calloused, making anything look comically small when you hold it.

The beast is growling like an animal as he thrusts his entire weight into you. And you hardly even noticed your moans becoming deep and gruff, sounding more and more like the beast behind you. You can tell he's close, but your transformation has yet to end. Your jaw cracks as it becomes wide and square, and your brow bone starts to stick out more making you look more primitive. Dark stubble starts to engulf your face, but quickly spreads down to the rest of your body, covering you in a thick pelt of hair.

The beast growls louder and louder until he lets out a primal roar that shakes the entire locker room. At the same time you feel a warm liquid fill you like a donut. It's the point of no return, any piece of the man you were this morning is never coming back. There is just the beast now.

You stumble out of the shower stall, still getting used to the soreness between your legs. You find an oversized set of gym clothes sitting on a bench and throw them on your hulking body. That's when you spot yourself in a mirror. In an instant, sex drive floods your body. You pull out your phone to take a picture of yourself flexing.

Your hand wanders to your crotch, wanting to be released from your need for sex. But the beast grabs your wrist and pulls it back.

"Not yet, you know what you need to do." The beast whispers into your ear.

Like a soldier given an order, you drop everything and walk over to the gym. Your eyes scan the gym and quickly spot a young man on the bench press. Your strong instinct kicks in. Such a weak pathetic little man, he needs to be saved.

You walk up from behind and start spotting the young man. You can see a nervous expression on his face when he sees a beast like you. When he starts to grow tired, you grab the bar and start pumping it up and down above his head. His body seems to go numb as his eyes focus on your bulging muscles, he has completely fallen for your trap.

A cocky smile forms on your face as you put the bar down and prepare to catch your prey. You pull him off the bench and onto his knees, where his head is perfectly aligned with your crotch. You pull down your shorts and whip out your cock, his eyes widen as he sees the 11 inch monster in front of him. Your massive hands grab the back of his head as he opens his mouth. He struggles to take your cock, but eventually you feel your tip hit the back of his throat.

The intense pleasure feels like electricity coursing through your body as his tongue dances on your dick. You can feel your hips buckling as you pump his head back and forth. Your primal grunting grows louder and louder, and you couldn't care less about what the other gym goers see. Right now it's just you and your prey.

You growl as you climax, shooting ropes of your seed into the young man's mouth. You were so focused on yourself, that you didn't even notice his muscles were much larger than they were before and his shirt looks much tighter against his body. You watch in satisfaction as he swallows, all while a thick salt and pepper beard grows over his aging face. His transformation accelerates as your seed travels through his body. His pecs bulge out of his tang top as his biceps swell to the size of melons. His ass expands into two fat but perky cheeks as his thighs double in size.

As his transformation slows down, he sits up on the bench. You watch as he intensely stares at his reflection, the massive bulge in his shorts growing as he does.

You grab his chin, pulling his gaze towards you.

"Not now. You know what you need to do." You growl.

The beast gets up and scouts the gym. Most of the men in the gym have already had their beasts awakened, so you'll just have to find prey elsewhere. There's plenty to choose from out there, and you'll never be satisfied until every man has awakened the beast inside.

[bigification]

“Transform me into a dad,” Jason said, handing me the ray gun. It was dark, metallic, and said DADBLASTER on the side.

I shrugged. “Okay, dude,” and pulled the trigger.

He was enveloped in a ray of green light for a moment, and when it faded, he was naked. I could see his thin, wiry body standing in front of me, hairless, and his shocked expression.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, looking down at himself. “I feel it!”

He rubbed his chest, and sure enough I could see dark hair sprouting across it. He looked back up to me in time for a moustache to appear over his upper lip.

“Bro,” he moaned, his voice deeper. “I’m becoming a dad! Fuuuuuck!” I raised his arms up and flexed, and they bulked with muscle. Dark pit hair grew in under his arms, and his chest barrelled out with muscle.

“Feels fuckin’ good,” he groaned, growing taller before my eyes. He looked down at me and grinned. “You look so little now, dude!”

I felt so small compared to him. “You look amazing,” I said. “Transform me next?”

“Yeah, kiddo,” he laughed, picking up another raygun. “But not into a dad.” He pulled the trigger and I felt the warm light engulf me just as I caught a glimpse of the words on the side: PUP BLASTER.

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[bigification]

Boss' Side Hustle

You close your computer and get ready to head home after a long day of handing out parking tickets and doing paperwork. The police chief has been dealing you the worst jobs in the precinct, but you're new so you understand.

"Yo Peterson, get over here." One of your coworkers yells at you from across the precinct. You look over, squinting for a moment before recognizing him. He looks... different than he did last time you saw him. His uniform is a lot tighter around his muscles than it usually is, and he's started growing out a beard, something he's never done before.

You walk over to see a crowd of officers crowded around a tv that's attached to the wall. Like moths to a flame, they're glued to the screen.

"You seeing this? This is the craziest wrestling match I've seen in a long time." Your coworker continues, getting giddy as he talks about wrestling.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely..." You dismiss him.

No one around here had ever been interested in wrestling until about a week ago. Then, one by one, everyone at the precinct got hooked on it. That and the fact that they all seemed to become muscle gods overnight, its suspicious. You haven't been able to stop thinking about it, and investigating it has been able to scratch an itch that your job hasn't been able to.

It all seemed to start with the chief. He was the first one who got hooked on wrestling before it spread to the rest of the precinct like a plague.

"Have a good night boys, I'll see you tomorrow." The chief says as he leaves his office.

The group of men wave goodbye before bringing their attention right back to the wrestling match.

"I gotta head out too." You say before following the chief, but it's not like any of them were paying attention.

You follow the chief out into the parking lot and watch him get into his car. You quickly follow, using your police training to not get noticed, but you struggle to hide your nerves. Sweat is staining your uniform, all you can think about is whether you're wrong about this. You're risking your job on a hunch. But your gut tells you to continue, so you do. You follow him until he pulls into the parking lot of what looks like an abandoned gym. You park across the street and follow him inside.

The further you go into the building, the louder it gets. It sounds almost like cheering. You open a door that brings you into a large open room, there's a small wrestling ring into the middle with a crowd of people surrounding it. You push through the crowd, finally catching up with the chief. He's in the ring.

"Stop right there, Chief." You yell as you jump into the ring, holding out your taser towards your boss.

"Peterson?" He chuckles. "You followed me here?"

"I want to know what you're up to." You try to control the situation, but the sweat dripping down your face makes it obvious how scared you are.

"Aw, you felt left out, didn't ya buddy?" The chief taunts you as he slowly approaches. "The desk jockey just had to prove himself, huh?" He sports a cocky grin as he gets up close, knowing you won't do shit to stop him. "Since you're feeling so left out, how 'bout I let you in on all of the fun."

He lunges at you, grabbing the taser out of your hand and knocking you off balance. He grabs the back of your head and pushes your face into his armpit. His stench invades your nostrils and his sweat smears across your face. You try to pull away, but he's much stronger than you.

"Breathe boy, it'll help you grow big and strong." He whispers in your ear.

You try to hold your breath for as long as possible, but eventually you have no choice. You grasp for air, coughing as the fumes enter your body.

"Atta boy." He says.

Something feels off. Your skin starts to burn as your clothes feel tighter and tighter. You can hear the buttons on your uniform pop off one by one as your body grows. Soon enough, every button on your uniform has ripped off, leaving your shirt wide open and revealing your toned body. Your stomach ripples as a defined six pack forms on your abs, and your chest rises into two meaty pecs. Your sleeves rip open as your biceps swell to the size of a football and your shirt finally rips in half as your shoulders broaden.

"You like that, don't ya boy." The chief says as you stop struggling. You've started to relax, besides, you're starting to like the smell of his armpit. It's even starting to make you hard. "Oh, you do like that." The chief laughs as he sees the bulge forming in your pants.

Your belt rips in half as your ass starts to expand, filling out the space in your pants. Though it doesn't take long for them to tear right down the seam, letting the crowd see the growing bulge in your underwear. The rest of your pants rip to shreds as your legs thicken to the size of tree trunks.

By this point, you're taking deep breaths and even licking the chiefs sweaty pit just to get more of his musk. He's got you hooked.

"Atta boy, you're comin along." He growls.

You suddenly feel an intense itch erupt all across your body as dark hairs sprout from your sweaty skin. First your pecs are covered in a pelt of hair which spreads down to your six pack and around to your back. Then a forest of hair grows on your arms and legs. Finally growing along your jawline, giving you a five o'clock shadow that's quickly growing into a full beard.

"That's it, boy. Look at how far you've come." He says proudly as he loosens his grip.

He pulls you out of his pit and you hear the crowd roar.

"They're cheering for ya boy, get up!" The chief says.

You get to your feet, now towering over your boss. Looking around, you recognize many of your coworkers in the crowd, cheering for you. It lights a fire in you. You walk to the center of the ring and prepare to fight.

--- Epilogue ---

You drag a thief into the precinct and toss him into a cell after a long day of chasing down criminals. The police chief has been giving you the most important jobs lately, but with how strong you are, you understand.

"Yo Peterson, get over here." Your best bud yells at you from across the precinct.

You run over to see a replay of your wrestling match with the chief last night. All the guys are basically drooling over you after you wiped the floor with the chief. Your basking in the glory when someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn to see... no one. But after a moment, you look down to see a younger looking guy in an oversized police uniform.

The guy clears his throat before talking. "Ugh hey, so I've struggled to put on muscle even when training for the police academy, what's your secret."

You look at your massive biceps and smile. "Want me to show you, buddy?"

"Yeah!" The guy seems to light up.

You grab the back of his head and stuff it into your armpit.

"Breathe buddy, it'll help you grow big and strong."

[bigification]

Shredders New Goon

"Shit! They came earlier than I thought." You panic as you scramble through your apartment.

"Hey pipsqueak, open the door before we bust it down." Rocksteady yelled with a hearty laugh.

"Ughhh, just a sec!" You respond.

Lifting up your mattress, you find a roll of cash underneath.

"Oh thank God" you breathe a sigh of relief, giving the money a kiss.

But as you're walking back to the front door, you hear heavy footsteps rapidly approaching. Suddenly Bebop comes barreling through the door, smashing it into many pieces.

"What... The... Fuck..." You mumble as Bebop stands up in front of you.

Your eyes follow him up as he stands at a towering 7 feet. His nose resembles that of a hog, and he has four tusks sticking out of his face that accent his bright purple hair. Looking down, you see his hulking gut and thick man tits bulging out of his leather vest, matching his thick leathery skin.

"You look starstruck buddy, you like what you see?" He gives his belly a jiggle.

"Bebop? What happened to you?"

"Da boss gave me a promotion." Bebop says with a wink.

Your shock only grows when you see his right hand man, Rocksteady enter the apartment. He has a similarly hulking body, with a big gut and leathery skin. But he has a large snout with horns sticking out of it, and little ears poking out of his leather cap.

"You too?"

"Yeah baby! You have no idea how good this feels" He responds while flexing his gigantic arms.

"Well you will soon." Bebop interjected.

"Shut up, man. It's supposed to be a surprise." Rocksteady punches him on the shoulder.

"He was gonna find out anyway." Bebop argued.

"Wait, wait. This is all just a misunderstanding. I have Shredders money. Here, take it." You nervously approach the two beasts with the roll of money.

They simply laugh in response.

"We didn't come to collect debt. No you're too late for that." Rocksteady continues laughing.

"We came to recruit you." Bebop says.

"No, no. You said to get the money and I got the money. I don't work for Shredder." You try to talk your way out of it.

"Things change pipsqueak. Besides, workin for the boss ain't so bad." Rocksteady smiles as he grabs your arm and pulls you in.

You try to resist, but he's so strong that it doesn't feel like you're even making him try. Bebop then pulls out a needle from his pocket and jabs it into your arm. Your insides burn as he injects the purple liquid into your veins, but the pain is quickly mixed with pleasure as your body begins to grow.

You look down at your arm, seeing your muscles twitch as they grow. Your biceps grow as thick as your head and your forearms aren't much smaller. Then the skin around the needle starts to thicken, becoming grey and leathery, just like Bebop and Rocksteady.

The serum starts to rapidly circulate around the rest of your body. You notice your height increasing, inching you ever closer to their staggering 7 feet. Your shirt tightens as your stomach starts to inflate, at first just slightly riding it up but then fully ripping through it as your belly rounds out. Your pecs follow suit, growing soft and flabby as they lose all definition and sag into your gut.

"What.. are you.. doing to me?" You manage to say.

"Why don't you look for yourself, big guy." Bebop holds up a mirror.

You watch in horror as your face becomes fat and round as your nose lengthens into what looks like a snout. Small tusks start to grow beneath the skin around your mouth and your ears become massive.

You're distracted when your pants begin to rip open. Your ass is expanding with fat and your thighs are thickening to the point that it's harder to walk. You bend over, trying to release the pressure and making your pants split down the back, revealing a thin tail with a tuft of fur on the end.

You regain your balance and stand up straight again, getting a full view of your face in the mirror again. Your snout continues to grow into a long trunk and your tusks grow large and imposing. It complements your round face, huge ears, and leathery skin. Something about it looks... kinda sick. You strike a couple poses in the mirror, showing off your new heft and it suddenly makes you feel really confident in yourself.

"Woah, he's an Elephant." Rocksteady says excitedly.

"Damn, look at that trunk. I wonder what I can do." Bebop chuckles.

Your thickened hands wander down your crotch and massage the small bump under your straining pants. But as you grope it, it starts to grow longer and thicker. It creates a large bulge that snakes down the leg of your pants, growing over a foot long as you rub it. Meanwhile, your feet start to grow into large circular pads that quickly burst through your tiny shoes.

"How do you feel?" Bebop asks.

You stand there for a moment, trying to get used to how your trunk moves. You glide it across your gut and up to your tits, giving them a bounce.

"I feel... So good bro.." you respond with a dumb chuckle.

"My man!" The two say in unison.

"Now why don't we get you dressed up to meet da boss." Rocksteady says as he pulls out an oversized set leather jacket and cap.

[bigification]

Bigification's Masterpost

Fat Transformations;

Infected Waters: A fattening disease infects a couple after they take a swim in a dirty pool.

Oscorp Burger: A green goblin gas attack leaves New York fat and ready to buy the new oscorp burger.

Shredders New Goon: Bebop and Rocksteady come to collect your debt, but money won't cut it anymore so they turn you into an animalistic goon just like them.

Dadbod: A man is finally ready to become a father as him and his husband's bodies grow into fatherhood.

Preston's 21st: Inspired by Fattystoriez. A young man attempts to reconnect with his biological father, only to discover his family's fatty traditions.

Bigger and Better X Men: In an attempt to strengthen mutants, Magneto accidentally dooms all mutants to an obese fate.

Nice Throw; Part 1; Part 2: A football team is sabotaged before their big game, turning them into obese versions of themselves.

Just Like Them: In the apocalypse, you're cornered against a horde of obese men who want nothing more than to make you just like them.

Big Bears Beer: A Twinkish model gets booked for a beer commercial and grows into the role.

A Dad's Brew: Two young men buy some beer from a creepy old guy, quickly growing in age and in weight as they become beer lovin' dad's.

Somethings in the Water: Team captain takes on a coaching role for his newly fattened team after drinking some spiked water.

X Factor: Wolverine is in for a rough time while investigating the sudden fattening of Cyclops.

Corporate: A rich party animal is forced to take on a job at his father's company, turning him into a fat and complacent office worker.

Hiking Clothes: Man transforms into the original owner of his newly acquired hiking clothes, before gifting his clothes to the next man he comes across.

Careful What You Wish For; Mark 1, Mark 2: A mischievous genie transforms some naive men into much fatter and older versions of themselves.

How to Deal With the Cops: A criminal spreads a fattening virus around the local police station.

Carrier: A mosquito carrying a fattening disease bites a man during a hike. Comes with 5 alternative stories.

New Salesman: Man shows up to buy a new horse for his ranch, but is transformed into a fat salesman.

American Tourist: A tour guide mistakes a British man for a fat American, but he's no longer mistaken by the end of the tour.

Step Daddy: A young man transforms his stepdad into a horny bear.

Jealousy, Jealousy: Jealous army recruit transforms his overachieving roommate into a fat lazy slob.

Tag You're Fat: Frat bros play a fun game of tag you're fat, where you transform into fat slobs when tagged.

Just One of the Boys: A young man hitchhikes with a group of rowdy older men on their way to a fishing trip, but he slowly becomes more and more like them until he joins them on their trip.

Sculptor: Artist sculps a man's body in his image of beauty.

Family Business: Young man doesn't want to take over his family business, but he changes his mind, and body, rather quickly after grabbing the keys.

Gamer Dad: Man becomes a dad like he always wanted, at the cost of his waistline.

Coach's New Uniforms: Team captain despises their new obese coach, but his new uniforms change the team's minds and bodies.

Whale Beach: An envious man brings his coworker to Whale Beach with the intent of turning him into an obese slob, but the plan doesn't go exactly as intended.

Fit to Fat to Fit: A couple is sad about becoming fat in their thirties, so they hire a trainer and make him fat so they can all lose the weight together.

Forced Popping: Man uses a 'popping powder' to make another man obese, but the man tracks him down and returns the favour.

Fat Transference: A dad uses his power to transfer fat between himself and others to ruin the career of his sons college rugby rival.

The Ex-Jockifier: A football team is gifted the 'ex-jockifier' which one by one transforms them into fat and loyal football players.

Road Rage: A group of reckless drivers transforms an angry driver into a fat slob.

Muscle Transformations;

Awaken The Beast: A beast of a man entrances a gym goer, awakening his inner beast and turning him into a muscled hunk.

Boss' Side Hustle: A rookie police officer becomes a ripped wrestler after finding too much about his boss' side Hustle.

Sports Car: A depressed gym goer becomes a rich cocky gym bro after entering the wrong car.

Bodybuilder Expo: After a charming encounter with a bodybuilder, a young construction worker is transformed into a hunky bodybuilder.

Father of the Group: The most reserved guy in the group transforms into a father figure for the friend group.

You Look Like Your Father: After joining the football team, the young man is transformed into his football prodigy father.

Spreading Leather: A leather clad cop arrests you, slowly turning you into a soldier with the sole purpose of spreading leather.

Special Perfume: A sketchy guy offers you a perfume with promises of muscle growth, with a few insignificant side effects.

Lumberjack: A young man tries to escape his family's lumberjacking business, but one trip to the hardware store changes his mind.

The Trailer: You dare your friend to break into a creepy abandoned trailer, but the man who exits the trailer is unrecognizable.

Pretty Eyes: Your manipulative boyfriend transforms you into his ideal man.

Handlebars: College freshman starts to become more like his older jock roommate than he thought.

Star of the Show: The assistant of an asshole billionaire accidentally activates a machine that turns him into a hunky bodybuilder.

Coach's Emergency Line: The team's benchwarmer activates the coach's emergency line when he doesn't show up for their game, transforming him into the coach.

Under New Management: A white man shows up for an interview to become the new manager of an Arab-owned gym. He's shocked to find out he got the job, soon becoming the proud Arab owner of his gym.

Love, Lust, and Leather: Two cops are transformed into gay leather daddies.

Fat and Muscle Transformations;

Gym Dad: After a recommendation from your doctor, you get a membership at a gym that is guaranteed to help you gain weight.... Among other things.

High Stakes DnD: A group of men panic to finish their campaign as the dungeon master transforms them into altered versions of their characters.

Click: A group of young men find a reality warping remote that transforms them into the future versions of themselves.

Military Entertainment: After being kidnapped, you are transformed into the greasy manager of a military strip club.

Twisted Valentines: Cupid transforms two couples at the request of a mysterious man.

A Large Pair of Swim Shorts: A group of men find a comically large pair of swim shorts on the beach, but one of them grows into them after putting them on as a joke.

New Years Resolutions: As a new family tradition, you write down three new years resolutions and watch your reality change to match them.

Avengers Assemble: A group of young men grow into their costumes after being invited to an avengers themed Halloween party.

Prom King: A man desperately tries to lose fat before his high school reunion, but his body pays the price.

New Recruit: A young man is transformed into a biker gang's latest recruit.

Beach Bears: Two young men make advances towards a pair of older women at the beach, in response the women transform them into two hunky gay bears.

Haunted: A couple tours a house they want to move into, but the ghosts of the previous owners possess and transform their bodies into their own images.

Bear Darts: College student transforms all of his profs into hunky bears using darts he bought online, but soon gets the favour returned to him.

Giants: Man is kidnapped by giants and transformed into one of them.

Gainers Roulette: Six darts, four increase muscle mass, and two increase age and fat mass. Will you risk it for a better body?

Malleable: Human is transformed many times to test the human body's flexibility.

Hot Coaches: College student imagines his coaches transforming into stronger, fatter, and hotter versions of themselves.

Spiked: Man is starved of attention from his roommate, so he spikes his drinks with a fattening powder to make him less likely to hook up with other guys, but the plan somewhat backfires.

Midas Touch - Prologue: Three men discover they have transformative powers after a car accident.

Inside Out: The app that transforms the outside to match the inside. Mo - Elijah - Blake and Will

A Collection of Link Transformation: A series of four short stories where link from the Legend of Zelda is transformed into other Zelda characters.

Mysterious Potions: Two men break into their boss's evil lair and drink random potions they find inside, transforming them into miscellaneous things.

A Dad's World: A man reports his findings of a disease that has transformed almost every man on Earth into various classes of 'Dads'.

The Distributor: The god of time, Chronos, uses the distributor to transfer traits including fat and muscle mass, height, race, and age between all of the gym goers.

Animated Transformations;

Animated Muscle TF

Animated Fat TF

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Do you think you'll ever make a sequel for Bear Darts or Tag you're fat?

I could be convinced... If anyone has a good idea for a sequel, I would write it.

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Sports Car - A TF Short

Carl frowned at the sight of his reflection in the mirror. His thin arms struggled to show any definition despite his efforts to flex. He had been going to the gym for months now, but it yielded no results. He even bought a loose tang top as encouragement to grow into, but it only made him sad that it looked just as loose as the day he bought it.

He held his head down as he left the locker room of his local gym and headed to the exit. Any time he looked up, he was met with the sight of massive guys with bulging muscles.

He left the building, debating whether he should ever go back. All this work, and all it's gotten him is more pain. The decision weighs heavy on his mind as he walks the maze-like parking lot. He unlocked the car and got in, completely missing the fact that it was not his car at all. He threw his bag in the bag seat, ignoring the shiny leather seats. His nose twitched as he got a whiff of the musky smell that permeated the car, but once again decided to ignore it. Pressing the start button, the car somehow started, despite the fact that he only had the keys to a completely different car. His eyes lit up as the futuristic display on his dash came to life, a stark contract to the set of broken manual displays on his car. Despite all this, Carl remained oblivious to the fact he was in another man's luxury sports car.

He pulled the seat belt over his scrawny body. As he locked in the seatbelt, the click echoed throughout his body. Suddenly his flat chest started to rise like a loaf of bread, creating two solid mounds of muscle. His pecs continued to grow until his tang top wrapped tight against his skin, leaving very little to the imagination. Then his shoulders broadened, complementing his massive pecs and further tightening his tang top. It didn't take long for his biceps to grow, expanding until they were nearly the size of his head. Even his hands grew into thick man hands that matched his hulking biceps.

His spine started to grow longer until his head nearly reached the roof of his car. All the while the muscles on his back swelled until there was a landscape of defined muscles covering his entire back. Also, his waist slimmed down while a perfectly defined six pack formed on his stomach, giving him a top heavy body shape. Continuing downward, his flat ass started to inflate, growing with the perfect amount of muscle and fat to make his ass juicy and perky. And his unimpressive 5 inch dick also began to grow, snaking its way down his gym shorts. Every second it surges forward, finally stopping at 8 inches in length while soft and leaving a permanent bulge in his pants.

Aaron wouldn't dare skip leg day, as a result his thighs started to thicken, growing until they threatened to burst through his tiny gym shorts. His legs also grew longer, further adding to his newfound height and leaving him at a staggering 6"4. Unsurprisingly, his feet grew 8 sizes to reflect the hulking size of his body.

Finally his face started to change. His patchy stubble evened out into a well trimmed beard, perfectly showing off his much sharper jawline. His cheeks thinned out and his brow bone became more pronounced, making him look manlier. And his hair started to darken from a dirty blonde to dark brown, better matching his tanned skin.

As Aaron settled into his body, a few of his gym bros walked by. He decided to put on a show and bounce his pecs for them, something he often did for his boys. They all flexed in response, prompting a smile from Aaron. After all, how could he be sad after a good workout with the boys.

He revved his engine and sped out of the parking lot, showing off his over confidence with his loud sports car. He was rich and he was hot, life could not be better.

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Bodybuilder Expo

"Another day, another dollar." You tell yourself as you pull into the construction site.

It's the same thing you tell yourself everyday before work. It usually reminds you why you need to do this, and motivates you enough to get through the day. Though it doesn't stop you longing for something more.

"At least the sun's coming out." You mumble as you pull off your toque and jacket.

You walk through the empty site searching for your foreman, but to no avail. All you find is a uniform sitting in the dirt, most likely left there from the day before. It's not uncommon for your foreman to be late, so you find a stack of skids to sit on and wait.

Your mind wanders for a brief moment of silence, before an unfamiliar voice breaks it.

"Hey man... Do you know where the beach is?"

His voice sounded slow but somewhat charming. You turn towards the voice and see the most ripped man you've ever seen. His arms and legs are thicker than your head and covered in veins. Every muscle in his body is bulging under his artificially tanned skin and glistening in the sun as he's wearing nothing but a speedo and sandals. You watch in awe as he walks towards you, the world seems to slow down. He places his hand on the skid and leans toward you, letting you see every detail of his perfectly toned body. You stare at his muscles, admiring the god in front of you.

"You okay man?" He asks, snapping you out of your trance.

"Ugh, yeah it's just around this building." You say, pointing behind you.

"Thanks buddy." He flashes a charming smile and slaps you on the shoulder.

Without shame, you stare at him as he walks away. But in a moment of clarity, you notice a pair of sunglasses sitting beside you. They must be his.

"You forgot your sunglasses!" You shout while waving the glasses in the air.

The man turns his head, barely letting you see the smirk on his face as he says, "Keep 'em." Before walking out of sight.

You feel bad for a moment, but that quickly goes away when you realize you just got a free pair of sunglasses. You quickly slip them on, happy to have some reprieve from the sun.

A wave of confidence flows through you as you imagine how hot you look with the glasses on. Your shoulders relax and you lean back, the sudden confidence making life seem a lot less stressful.

*CRACK!*

A loud noise echoes through your head, making you jump up. It was your jaw. You run your hand along your jaw, feeling the sharp edges of your much wider and squared out jaw. You even feel prickly hairs grow in, making your patchy facial hair into a well trimmed beard.

*Shwoomp*

You hear another noise as you explore your jaw. Your hands move upwards, feeling the weathered skin over your much more defined cheekbones. Your fingers run through wrinkles that were not there this morning as you feel your brow bone growing more prominent. You even notice that your nose has grown significantly.

What is happening?

Your mind struggles to process what has just happened, almost like a dense fog has flooded your brain. You slowly take off the sunglasses and turn them around, looking at the stranger in the reflection.

It takes you a moment to realize it's you. Somewhere under the wrinkled skin and sharp bone structure is still you. You tilt your head back and forth just to confirm.

Deep down, you know you should be scared but you can't be bothered enough to care. If anything, that sudden confidence is growing stronger the longer you look at yourself in the mirror. You're so distracted that you fail to notice the rest of your body changing.

The sunglasses begin to look smaller and smaller as your hands start to grow. Each finger thickens as your hands double in size. Then your forearms grow larger than your biceps, with defined muscles and veins covering the surface. Your biceps explode with muscle, easily ripping through your tiny sleeves as they grow as big as your head. Similar to your forearms, veins surface all along the mounds of muscle on your biceps.

Finally, you notice the changes in your arms. You put the sunglasses back and flex your biceps, letting out a chuckle as you admire yourself. As you do so, your shoulders broaden as your traps rise like a loaf of bread, making your arms look even larger.

The transformation spreads through the rest of your body like an infection, first to your chest. Your flabby pecs twitch as the muscles start to inflate. All the fat melts away, leaving two giant slabs of meat that create a shelf over your stomach. Speaking of your stomach, your small belly begins to grow. It surges outward into a thick muscle gut that tears right through your shirt before the fat melts away, leaving behind a perfect set of washboard abs.

You stumble forward, not used to your changing center of gravity. You grab on to some scaffolding, a fleeting reminder of your old life, a life that's currently fading away under hundreds of pounds of muscle. But the transformation is far from over.

Your jeans start to tighten around your expanding ass. First your belt snaps, then the button pops off. You lean forward, trying to relieve the growing pressure.

*RIIPPP*

Your jeans tear in half straight down your crack, letting them fall to the floor. You let out a moan as the pressure is released, noticing how deep your voice has become. But that only makes you more horny about your testosterone fueled body. Your hand drifts down your rock hard abs and towards your crotch. Pulling back your skin tight underwear, you warp your massive man hands around your dick. It feels small in comparison to your hands, but that doesn't last. With each stroke, your cock grows longer and thicker. 7 inches, 8, 9, 10 inches and as thick as a pop can. Your knees tremble as ropes and ropes of cum shoot onto the wall in front of you. Your legs nearly give out after the near thirty second orgasm, but they've grown much stronger in the meantime. Even your feet have grown at least 10 sizes, leaving your boots in pieces.

As the transformation comes to an end, you start to compose yourself. You stand up straight, reaching a hulking 6"5, and puff your chest out, letting your fake tanned skin glisten in the sun.

As you're basking in the sun, a vehicle comes around the corner. A familiar looking man with a thick gut hops out of the truck and walks toward you. All you think about is how pathetic it is for a man to let himself go like that. But as he approaches, you take off your sunglasses and put on a fake smile.

"Sir, you're on a private construction site. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." He says in an angry tone.

"Sorry, I just got turned around. Do you know where the beach is?" You ask.

"Ya, it's just around the building." He scoffs.

"Thanks buddy." You flash a charming smile and slap the side of his gut, leaving the sunglasses on his belt.

You turn and walk towards the beach, giving a perfect view of your ass to the construction worker.

"Hey! You forgot your sunglasses!" The man yells as he realizes you left them behind.

You turn your head with a smirk and say, "Keep 'em." Before walking around the building.

It's not a long walk until you get to the beach. There's loud music and sweaty guys all over the place, just your kind of scene. You absent mindedly walk behind some sort of stage where a man whistles you over.

"You're late! Where were you?" Your agent yells as you approach him.

"Just got a bit lost." You say trying not to laugh.

"I don't want to hear excuses, you're on in one." He panics.

He grabs a razor and trims your beard, then slathers gel in your hair.

"What is this underwear!?" He says looking at your skin tight boxers. "Nevermind it doesn't matter, go!" He pushes you towards a set of curtains. Opening them reveals a whole crowd of men just like you on the beach. Your face lights up when you realize they're cheering for you. And as if it was instinct for you, you start to put on a show.

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He found the old camera hidden in a broken section of the floorboard. Looking it over, the camera suddenly flashes. For a moment, blinding Derek with its bright flash. He drops it and staggers back. Blinking rapidly to try and clear his vision.

He loses his footing and falls over. Staring up in a daze. His body felt like it was burning, this weird sensation ricocheting through him. Derek grunts, thrusting his hips forward while arching his back against the floor. A groan escapes him, his muscles expanding with new mass packing on.

His face itches, licking his tongue over his upper lip as he felt the stubble growing out into a thick mustache. The itching spread across his torso. Covering his tanning skin in a carpet of body hair. Derek's groans turning into moans of pleasure unable to help himself as he jerks off.

Giving into the pleasure furthers his changes. As Derek orgasms he fulfills his transition into an 80s porn star. The environment around Dean Harris warps to fit the new man he has become.

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Click

The four of you squeeze into the small bathroom to snap a photo before jumping in the hot tub. You and your boyfriend, Pete, snuggle up on the right side of the frame while your two other friends fill out the left side of the frame, Rick behind and Matt in front. Though the four of you are not afraid of squeezing together for the photo, you've all been much closer than that.

*click*

The sound rings from your phone as you take a picture.

Steam builds up in the tiny bathroom as your bodies heat the room. It usually doesn't get like that until things get hot between the four of you, but you like to save that for after the hot tub.

You stumble out of the bathroom and towards the cottage's back door, where the hot tub awaits. You all spare no time jumping into the relaxing, if not slightly cramped hot tub.

"What stereotype would I be?" You ask out of nowhere.

"What?" Rick questions.

"Like, every person fills out a stereotype in the group. I'm wondering which one I would be." You continue.

"Do you even have to ask?" Matt laughs.

"What does that mean?" You ask.

"You're obviously the stoner of the group." Rick cuts in.

"Is it that obvious!?"

"You have a stache of weed at your cottage, I'm honestly surprised you're not smoking right now." Matt explains.

"Now that you mention it, I meant to grab some before coming out here." You say.

"Exactly!" Matt shouts.

The whole group gets a good laugh out of it.

"What about me?" Pete asks.

The stops for a moment, everyone trying to think of a box that he could easily fit in. It took a while of thinking, but eventually Rick thought of something.

"I got it. You're the ex Jock." He says confidently.

"What do you mean ex Jock?" Pete snaps back.

"You used to be one of the star players on the football team. Now you just kinda play video games all the time." Rick replies.

"Ya but I'm not fat."

"Not yet." Matt butts in.

"Shut up." Pete laughs, punching Matt on his shoulder. "What about you, let's see how you feel."

Rick wastes no time in giving an answer. "He's definitely the blue collar guy."

"What does that mean?" Matt asks.

"It means you work on your little farm with your daddy." Rick taunts.

"I barely work with him, besides, I'm trying to move to the city as soon as possible." Matt says.

"Once a farm boy, always a farm boy." You taunt.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Can we move on."

Everyone looks at Rick, the last one to be judged. And the answer seems pretty obvious.

"Gym rat." All three of you say in unison.

"Is it really that obvious?" Rick asks.

"Yes!" Matt says as he looks down at Rick's muscled and hairless physique.

"You know what, I'll take that."

The conversation quiets down after that, with all four of you leaning back and enjoying the beautiful weather from the warmth of the hot tub.

After an hour or so of relaxing, you call it quits. The four of you start drying off as you walk back inside the cottage. You throw on a black shirt and immediately make your way to the living room. A shitty romcom always sets the mood for later in the night.

You pick up the remote, but just as you're about to turn the tv on, you notice something strange. The remote is not the same as it usually is, it's a weird oval shaped blue remote. You think nothing of it, figuring your dad just bought a new one.

You turn on the tv like normal, but it's in the middle of an ad break. You quickly find the fast forward button on the new remote and press it, but the tv doesn't fast forward. You press the button a few more times, but the tv doesn't react. Something seems to have changed though, you feel different than you did moments ago.

An intense feeling of nausea makes you feel dizzy, making you lose your balance. You manage to grab onto the back of the couch and steady yourself. You've already broken a sweat as you take a deep breath in and out, letting your gut hang loose as you breathe out.

Wait what?

You look down in horror as you watch your previously flat stomach swell with fat, making your shirt look skin tight. You try to suck it in but it doesn't change, all it does is make it grow even larger once you finally let it go.

Within moments, a massive ball gut is threatening to rip through your tiny shirt, and it's still growing. You panic, you don't want your friends to see you like this, let alone your boyfriend. Sure you've never been the most ripped in the group, but your pride won't let you be seen like this. You charge to the bathroom, stumbling and bumping into everything as you're still getting used to your growing body.

You slam the door behind you and rush to the mirror. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, your heart sinks as you see a much older man staring back at you in the mirror. Your beard looks untamed, it's bushy and nearly entirely gray. And your hairline is receding slightly, with grey hairs starting to take over your head as well. That's not even mentioning the wrinkles forming in your face, you look older than your dad.

*RIIIIIIIPPPPPP*

The unmistakable sound of fabric ripping. In unison, your shirt and shorts rip open in dramatic fashion, falling the floor and leaving you in nothing but skin tight underwear.

You stare at the obese old man in the mirror, somehow looking even fatter than before. Your posture has shifted backwards to compensate for the immense weight of your gut, only made worse by the thick pair of man tits that hang above it. Looking at your reflection closer, you start to notice how fat has inflated every part of your body. Your hands have doubled in size, your ass has expanded with fat, and even your legs look like thick stumps.

The more you over analyze, the more you relax. Your shoulders loosen up and you let your gut hang loose rather than trying in vain to suck it in. As your body ages in front of you, a sort of wisdom takes over your mind. Not only an acceptance of this body, but a confidence you have never felt before. You feel your dick harden as you slowly rub your hand across your swollen belly.

You walk back out into the living room to regroup with your friends. First you find Pete. He's wearing a set of gym clothes that are way too small for him. On that note, he seems to have filled out a lot. He turns to you, revealing a thick muscle gut riding his shirt up to his swollen pecs. The fear on his face turns to confusion as he sees you, nearly unrecognizable from the man you were moments ago. He seems too preoccupied with his own transformation to say anything though.

His hair starts falling out, soon leaving him completely bald as his beard starts to become grey. His cheeks fatten and his nose widens as, similar to you, wrinkles form all across his face.

Just as fast as Pete's body is swelling with fat, he seems to be filling out with muscle as well. His biceps grow larger than a football and his hands grow thick enough to wrap around an entire football. It even becomes obvious how much muscle is growing on his thighs, underneath all the fat of course.

As his transformation seems to slow down, his expression goes from confusion to comfort as he makes eye contact with you.

"Hey babe." He says in a deep buttery voice.

"Hey..." You respond, clearly distracted.

He approaches you, holding your gut in his thick man hands. He tries to get your attention by rubbing your belly as it continues to grow, but you remain distracted.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Look..." You respond, pointing at Rick.

He's leaning against the couch, grunting in pain. His muscles seem to be cramping, sending ripples down his body. But it quickly becomes obvious that his muscles are growing. His biceps grow to the size of his head as defined muscles surface all along his arms. Though unlike Pete, Rick's arms keep their definition, avoiding the soft fat that envelopes Pete's arms.

His shoulders broaden as his traps thicken, making his neck look a lot larger. He stands up straight, allowing you to see his modest pecs expand into two thick slabs of meat. His back quickly followed suit, growing strong muscles that create ripples all across his back. And his stomach tightened as washboard abs formed alongside a sharp V shape on his hips.

He let out a deep groan as his transformation continued, leaning back into the couch for support. As he does so, his unimpressive ass seems to come to life, growing two perky cheeks that threaten to burst through his tight gym shorts. Even his thighs thicken with rock hard muscle, further straining his shorts.

Rick looks back up at you, his face drenched in sweat as it begins to change. His stubble grows out, forming a perfectly groomed beard as the hair on his head falls out. His beard starts to go grey as his face matures, though he seems to age much more gracefully than you and Pete.

As the transformation slows down, he throws a baseball cap over his shiny head. He turns and makes eye contact with you. He smirks as he strikes a pose, perfectly showing off his sweaty muscles to you and Pete.

"Looks like you outgrew another shirt, fatass." Rick says to you, his voice was deep and raspy.

His eyes dart down towards your gut, causing you to also look down. You seem to be wearing a completely new set of clothes, a blue button up and grey sweatpants. The button is missing all of its buttons due to your ever growing gut, the shirt probably stopped fitting you 100 pounds ago but you still wear it because it does a good job of showing off your gut.

As you're checking yourself out, you're distracted by a loud noise coming from behind Rick. It's Matt, he seems to have stumbled back outside. You follow as quickly as your fatass can. Looking outside, you see that he's fallen into an excavator where the hot tub used to be, though you fail to realize that anything has changed. You even fail to notice that Matt is wearing completely different clothes. He's now wearing jeans and a plaid shirt over a wife beater, though the clothes are clearly too large on him, for now.

As he's sitting there, his skin quickly starts to tan, becoming a deep bronze colour. The tan only a hard working labourer could get. At the same time, he starts to rapidly age. His beard trims down while his mustache becomes bushier, all while a few patches of hair become grey. His nose and ears grow as his cheeks fill out, this along with his bushier eyebrows and slightly wrinkled skin make him look just like his father.

At the same time, Matt starts to quickly fill out his clothes. His arms grow thick and strong from all the manual labour he's been doing on his farm, even his hands thicken as callouses cover his palms. His flat stomach swells into a small pot belly that is impossible to miss under his right wife beater. Even his pecs sag slightly, creating a clear outline on his shirt despite still looking strong.

His jeans tightened as his legs expanded with both fat and muscle. Even his growing ass threatened to burst through his belt, causing his crack to show everyone he bends down. Not that you guys are complaining.

Just as the transformation is coming to an end, a thick pelt of black hair sprouts all over his body. Especially on his chest, which he proudly shows off above his wife beater.

"You okay?" You ask in a raspy cigar ridden voice.

"Of course, I just lost my balance." Matt responds in a thick middle eastern accent, just like his father.

"Good."

You pull out a fat cigar and a lighter from your pocket and hobble over to a nearby chair. Sitting down, the chair perfectly fits your fat ass, as if you'd been sitting in it for decades. You light your cigar and lean back, letting your gut spill out into your lap.

Rick and Pete follow you into the back yard with a couple six packs of beer. Pete sits beside you in a similarly perfect chair and rests his hand on your thigh, increasing the size of your already obvious bulge.

Rick saddles up next to Matt, wrapping one arm around his shoulder to pull him in close while the other pinches Matt's belly fat.

"Let's get some more beer in ya, big guy. You'll need energy for all that hard work you do when you get back." Rick says as he raises a beer to Matt's mouth.

Rick has never been subtle with what he wants, in or out of bed. His effects on your body are undeniable, and he's starting to get at Pete and Matt too. If it weren't for the fact that you only meet at the cabin on weekends, the three of you would be much fatter than you already are. But Rick is a stubborn old man who works hard for what he wants, and what he wants is three fat men in bed with him every weekend.

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Bear-y Good Time

“How does it feel,” he purrs into your ear, the thick stench of his breath filling your senses, “how does it feel with daddy inside you?”

You can only moan in reply. You feel his torso ripple on top of you, a wave of motion that begins at his chest and ends at his hips. You feel him thrust, feel the coarse hair on his body scratch against your bare skin, feel his cock drill deeper and deeper into your ass.

“Ah!” You cry. He’s found your prostate, and he knows. A primal growl emanates from above as the thrusts increase in speed. This is a man who knows pleasure, someone for whom sex isn’t just a pastime, but an art.

Right now, you are his canvas. Literally.

“You ready?” he asks, rhetorically. “You ready to become just like daddy?”

Kind of a weird thing to say, you think. But a reply never forms in your mouth, instead emerging as a series of high pitched whines, like a hungry animal.

But he understands. You know because his thrusts are becoming harder and harder, and he’s gripping your hands in a fist. You turn to see his big hairy fingers intertwined with yours. You’re just imagining what it would be like to have hands that big and hairy, when something akin to a bear growl rings in both ears.

He gives one, final thrust, and unleashes a torrent of seed into your hole. You feel it fill your rectum, feel it leak out of your ass and onto the bed. Then, as if your imagination were playing tricks on you, you see patches of black begin to form on your thin, gangly arms.

Patches of hair.

You ready to become just like daddy?

You wiggle out from under him, suddenly terrified. “Everything okay?” he asks in a way that suggests he already knows the answer.

“Yeah!” you lie. “I just have to use the bathroom. That cool?”

“Fine by me,” he says with a wink.

You stumble into his bathroom, afraid to look at your reflection in the mirror. An insatiable itch has overtaken most of the skin on your upper body, a tickling sensation that could only mean one thing: more hair.

That’s not possible. You shaved your whole body not two hours ago. Hell, you shave your body almost every day, and yet here you are, gazing down at two big furry pecs.

And my god, are they big. You’ve always prided yourself on being fairly in shape (“toned” read your description on Grindr), but right now, you’re bigger than you’ve ever been. Big block-like pecs, big round shoulders, and biceps big enough to give the sweaty, hairy daddy in the other room a run for his money. And you keep getting bigger.

… Just like daddy.

Those words keep ringing in your mind. You didn’t think anything of them at the time: sweet nothings whispered in the heat of the moment. Dirty talk. But his dirty talk is becoming your reality: you are becoming just like daddy, though to what extent is still to be discovered. Right now, you’ve got the muscles of someone who hits the gym way too often, and the hair of someone who doesn’t know how to use a razor.

But you’re still you: a horny 26 year old with a thing for older guys. You aren’t one… yet.

“Doin’ alright in there?” he calls from the bedroom.

“Just fine!” but the voice that calls back in reply sounds almost identical to his. You spin around, thinking for a split second that there must be another big, burly bear in the room with you. But no: the voice is yours. This is your voice now, deep and raspy, the same voice that was growling in your ear just a few minutes ago.

Something hot and wet leaks out of your hole and tickles the fresh hairs around the base of your ass. His load. That’s how this all started right? His seed seeping into your bloodstream, rewriting your DNA. You rush to the toilet and try to rid your body of the remaining splooge.

But it’s too late. It’s too late because you’re now entering the next—and most drastic stage of your transformation, the stage where you literally become “just like daddy.”

It starts as a grumble in your stomach. You look down to see your previously flat chest swell into a big round muscle gut. Your body isn’t just packing on muscle now, but fat as well. Your pecs sag downwards slightly as your hairy skin turns rough and leathery, no longer the skin of a 26 year old, but of someone fast approaching their 40’s. Maybe 50’s.

I gotta get out of here, you think. But when you stand, the changes only accelerate. Hairs that were previously dark brown begin to grey. Muscles that were previously tight and defined balloon with fat. You can do nothing but watch your reflection in the bathroom mirror transform into that of a 50 year old muscle bear in a mere matter of seconds.

You burst out of the bathroom. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?” booms your deep, daddy voice. You’re ready to fight, ready to put these new muscles to good use and get retribution on the man who may have just taken three decades off of your life.

But he’s just sitting there on the bed, smiling, stroking his cock and caressing you with his eyes. “Damn son,” he says, “you turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself.”

“Turn. Me. Back.”

He cocks his head. “You sure about that, bud? Because, you seem to be enjoying yourself, and I’d hate to stop you.” He nods to your cock, and you look down to see what has become of your precious package.

The first thing you notice is how big it has become. Not just in terms of length, but girth: the thing looks like a fat squash emerging from a forest of dark pubes. And that’s when you notice that it’s standing straight upwards, erect, and dripping slivery pre cum like you’ve just been stroking it for the last ten minutes.

Difficult to admit as it may be, the transformation has made you extremely horny. Your desire to punish the man who made you this way is circumvented only by your desire to get back in bed with him and fuck like rabbits.

“Tell you what,” he says, as if reading your mind, “why don’t we give that new body of yours a test run? If you don’t like it, you can have your old body back, and we can forget this ever happened.”

It’s an attractive proposal, from an incredibly attractive guy. You can fool around in the body of your dreams for a bit, then walk away as your normal self. Kind of a win-win.

“Fine,” you say. “But this is a test run. Then I want everything back to normal. You understand?”

In lieu of a reply, your partner crawls off of the bed and walk towards you. Slow. Seductive. You lock eyes, and he drops to his knees, that big scruffy beard just inches away from your eager cock. “Whatever you say,” he whispers, “daddy.”

With that, he begins to suck. You wrap those big hairy mitts around his bald head and drive your cock deeper and deeper down his throat. You feel his beard scratch the inside of your thighs, feel his nostrils inhale the scent of your pubes, and it doesn’t take you long for you to realize that saying goodbye to this body is going to be a lot more difficult than you imagined. Just as he fucked you full of his DNA, so is he sucking away all your inhibitions, every trace of your old self.

Tomorrow, you will wake up in his bed, in his house, in his life. And you will for every day after that. Because this is where you’ve always wanted to be: in the arms of a hairy, mature man. And now, you are one too. Sometimes, you’ll remember your old life, what it was like to be young and naive. But then you’ll strip down and he’ll worship that big, beefy body of your’s, and you’ll forget all about being 26.

This is the new you, and I have a feeling you’re gonna have a good time.