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Bulked Up

Ryan sat in the sauna listening to his stomach grumbling once again.

He had been cutting just under 2 months and it was starting to become unbearable, His abs were starting to look incredible and the veins on his arms made him look like a giant however his constant grumbling stomach made him question if he even wanted to stick to it.

Once again his stomach grumbled and Ryan moaned out of discomfort.

"fuck dude, I wish I could be full and not starving all the time, just get to fucking eat"

Ryan's could feel what he thought was a large bubble rising up in his gut, he didn't know what the sensation was but, he slowly stopped feeling like he was starving and started to feel more content.

---

Later that night Ryan was sitting on his bed, he expected to feel like he was starving to death by now but nothing, if anything he felt ever so slightly bloated, as if he ate too much for breakfast.

His body dysmorphia began to creep back in as he saw his abs starting to slack, looking like when they were only just starting to show at the start of his cut.

Ryan stood up and wandered over to the bathroom to brush his teeth before going to bed. He looked in the mirror noticing a few extra pounds and it was only confirmed as he pinched the side of his waste to see his finder tips fill with a grip of bulk season fat.

"err, i swear I was leaner by now"

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

A massive belch suddenly blasted out from Ryan's mouth.

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The next morning Ryan woke up and slowly rolled out of bed, something was weird, he was feeling, stuffed, like he had eaten 3 family dinners to himself, but his mind quickly faded from those thoughts when he saw himself in the mirror.

His abs were almost entirely gone at this point, his gut and muscled were bulked up and he looked like he had taken a bear mode bulk too far for over a year.

"What the fuck, how come I'm getting bigger, Ive hardly eaten anything!" Ryan's gut let out a loud grumble and his grabbed it with both hands gritting his teeth. His stomach slowly started to expand and his barely visible abs completely disappeared under his muscle gut. His muscles slowly got bigger and bigger too, although covered in a slight layer of winter weight. a pound of muscle for half a pound of fat. Bigger and bigger, Ryan had no idea what was happening to him, he wanted it to stop, months of work to see his abs again vanished in an instant.

By the end of it, he was a giant beast, you still knew he was a bodybuilder but it looked like he was on the ass end of a 3 year bulk.

He felt so heavy, he was the biggest he had ever been. You could still see his powerful muscles and core underneath the bearish meat and the moment he flexed there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was a bodybuilder, even his abs powerfully poked out on the sides.

Ryan groaned as he rubbed his stomach, feeling totally stuffed. As he walked across the room to get a closer look his his new bigger body in the mirror he couldn't help but grab a protein bar from the box on top of his dresser and start eating it.

He flexed in the mirror, unable to even process he was chowing down on his 2nd protein bar within 50 seconds, all he really knew was he was big, and was so full he thought he'd never need to eat again.

As he swallowed another mouthful of double choc protein he felt it struggle to get to his stomach, like he was too full for anything.

"fuck, wish I could get rid of some of this pressure"

-uuuurrppp

Ryan chuckled, at the perfect timing of his words when he suddenly let out another ridiculous belch.

"uughh"

Ryan stumbled backwards sitting on his bed leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked up at the mirror and his mouth cocked open UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!

a titanic belch echoed out of Ryan's mouth.

"fuck" he muttered as he mindlessly bit off another chunk of the chewy protein bar. Almost the instant he swallowed he let out another beast like burp.

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Poor Ryan couldn't figure out the power his words had, he didn't know some guardian angle was following him granting his wishes to make his life easier and more enjoyable, but hopefully he works it out soon as the beast only had one wish left...

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FRIENDSHIP GOALS

[georgewolf14]

I found a nice young man on Grindr, his good looking face and nice fit body looked great. As horny I am I really wanted this young bull to breed me. He already looked pretty strong and his profile says he is a dominant guy.

I felt do horny I asked if he would come over right now. He replied that he can be at my place in twenty minutes, he is just finishing up his workout. I got ready and waited for him to come over. I told him the door is open and I’ll be waiting upstairs.

The moment I heard the door close and a person walking up the stairs I got in position, my ass towards the door. I held my legs up in the air as I waited for him to walk in. I saw him and he looked better than his pictures, a big goofy grin on his face as he saw me waiting. He began rimming my hole, his tongue working hard to get it ready.

He slabbed my ass and pushed his dick in me. It wasn’t huge, just an average sized dick. Yet it felt so good in me already. He slowly thrusted against me, his pecs bouncing with every thrust. My 9 inches meat flopped around rock hard.

The way he used me felt amazing, my mind going num as he ravaged my hole. He got more verbal as he went on, telling me who is in charge. How I have a great big boy pussy. And how he will take everything I got.

He flipped me around, put me in doggy position. He got behind me and went to town on me. He made me cum as he plowed me rough. I felt myself getting weaker, but as he made me feel so good I didn’t think much of it. How much better his cock felt in me and the power he had in him to fuck so hard and tough. What I didn’t saw was that he slowly got stronger himself, his body gaining muscle as my own body lost it. He grew bigger as he fucked, his arms getting bigger just as his cock grew larger and thicker as he kept pounding me. My own big meat shrinking. His balls beginning to hang lower as they swelled in size too.

After a while he pulled out he ordered me to get on my back. It is then I noticed how much bigger he looked, more massive than before. His face and body looking hotter, more masculine. I loved it and began to beg to have his cock in me again. While he pushed it in me I saw a glimpse of it, looking definitely bigger.

With my legs up and him inches from my face he fucked me again with nice firm thrusts. He kissed me every now and then, I rubbed his nipples as he fucked. He loved what I did cause I could feel his cock twitch and his eyes roll back. I began holding on to his arms. The biceps of him bulging as he kept himself from falling on me. He began to say to give it to him. So I played with him, I begged him to take me. He got rougher and said fuck yeah boy, I’ll take it all.

As he fucked my brains out I could feel my grip on his biceps failing. I looked as they slowly swelled in size. His whole body growing in front of me, his pecs getting bigger and bigger. His abs appearing, and his neck and shoulders with back widening in front of me. He kissed me again, I could start to feel some prickly beard. His hairless chin now had a full beard as he pulled away from me again.

I saw my own body now, my muscled body almost completely gone. My body hair faded only to see his muscled getting coated by a nice fur layer. My once enormous cock now tiny and small. I already knew where that size went, every minute my hole felt more stretched. My eyes rolled back as he continued to pound. I didn’t want this to stop and I accepted my fate. I came hard as he complemented my now twink like body.

He roared as his sweaty massive body twitched and shook. I could feel his massive cock pushing in as deep as he could. He held me tight as he came in me.

I lay in bed, my hole gaping as I could feel his warm cum oozing from it. I looked at him catching his breath standing. He had grown big and manly, his thick beard and jawline. His wide boulder shoulders and tree trunk legs. I looked at my own body, seeing nothing of the muscle mass i once carried. I felt smaller, I could see he taken a big chunk of my height as he stands as a giant. He complemented me how cute and breedable I look. He grinned, telling he didn’t know how much he would be able to take. He crawled on top of me, asking if I liked being his boy. I smiled, and said yes. He smiled too, perfect I think we are a perfect couple. He spread my legs and held his already erect 11 inch monster at the entrance and of my hole. He asked if I am ready for round two, before I could answer he already had his cock in me.

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[georgewolf14]

Talismen II: Gamer Grows Up

One episode of toxity too many leaves Nicky forcing Rick on a journey to maturity despite his best attempts to remain an asshole

Hope you enjoy! I’m always very happy with my bear TF’s haha! Hope you all feel similarly :) Same deal as last time, I’ll throw a poll up on Sunday the 8th and we’ll keep the ball rolling! Best! -Occam

Doing his best to put down subconscious alarm bells that something amiss has happened to his boyfriend, Nicky gets back to the main event of his morning: running it down in League. It’s not intentional of course, his duo and friend Louis was trying something new and he clearly should have spent some time in the practice tool before queuing up. In call, Louis is uncharacteristically sullen, trying to salvage both the mood and game, Nicky alternates between giving gameplay tips and trying to raise his friend’s spirits, “It’s just a completely different playstyle Lew. Besides, it’s just a norm, not like anyone’s gonna flame-” 

Little did the kindly magician know, before the words even finished falling from his mouth that elsewhere in town, Rick, their less than pleasant mid-laner had begun typing up quite vehement digs directed at the struggling bot duo:

[Team] Yasuoorbust: Are you fckrs 14 or what????? Fckn L2P 

Nicky’s lips tighten into a grimace as he hears a sigh loud and clear over discord, followed promptly by the familiar in-game announcement: An Ally was Slain accompanied by his support’s portrait. This, of course, immediately incited another outburst from their needlessly aggro teammate. The game proceeds like this for a good while. After racking up a handful more deaths and a good deal more insults from the midlaner, Louis is over it and implores Nicky to just mute and move on. Jaw-clenched and blood boiling irrationally, Nicholas instead opts to fire back, 

[All] Heartstolen: Guys can you report Yas- He’s been flaming my sup all game.

[Team] Yasuoorbust: LMAOOOO fckn litttle btch

[Team] Yasuoorbust: *****

Reaching the fifteen minute mark, the ticket out arrives and Louis immediately throws up a surrender vote. Clearly he wasn’t ready to Sett support and would promptly be getting back to his pool of enchanters and mages next game. Before freedom arrives however, Rick lobs a few more clearly bannable slurs at Louis that the support doesn’t see. Nicky, before submitting the final surrender vote, sees red in more ways than one. Eyes glimmering and fingertips burning crimson as he sets to type a message directly to the asshole.

(whisper) To Yassuoorbust: Chill out dude. It’s a game. Grow Up.

Laughing at the response, as trolls are wont to do, Rick smirks and begins to lambast the perceived loser before hesitating. He’s never seen red text like that in game. Hesitating, he’s caught off-guard and hasn’t a chance to reply before he sees their nexus blowing up and the announcer finally calls it: Defeat. Still distracted from seeing the bizarre message from the ADC, Rick doesn’t make it to the lobby before the duo have left and blocked him, preventing him from flaming them any further or contacting them at all.

“Whatever-” Rick whispers to himself alone in his bedroom, illuminated only by the blue light from his computer screen. Hearing the cold wind of an empty lobby in his headset, Rick scoffs and rubs at his monitor as he sees a red smudge on the screen. If he didn’t know any better he’d swear it’s exactly the spot on the screen where that pussy’s little message was. He licks his thumb and goes to wipe it off. When his spit covered thumb makes contact he’s filled with a bizarre sensation. A shiver, rather than a shock, courses through him. Hands go numb and an uncomfortable prickly burning fills his chest. He struggles to breath and his eyes go wide as he experiences anxiety for the first time, amplified to a degree beyond overwhelming. 

Gasping, he clutches at his ratty shirt and his whole screen flashes red before, just as quickly as it began, it’s over. Catching his breath the feeling in his hands returns and he grimaces as they sting with pain from being clenched far too hard. Looking back at the league client he briefly imagines closing it and going to do something that even has the semblance of productivity. Instead, he shakes out his hands and clicks through to queue up once more, winning will make him right as rain. He’s sure of it.

Once in game it becomes more than clear that this is not to be the case. At every opportunity the shoe is on quite the other foot for the troll. The champion he hovered was banned, he was immediately first blooded, both the enemy team and his own gang up to taunt and tilt him. Worse yet, anytime he opens chat to aggress, or even just to defend himself, he’s struck with a searing headache. His hands keep cramping up and he’s fat fingered more abilities than he’s hit. Despite years of dedication to the game, Rick is playing at a level that even a CPU would struggle to lose to.

His head burns with rage and his jaw remains clenched in so much fury that it’s a wonder it won’t lock up like that. About halfway through a game where he has spent more time waiting to respawn then playing Rick finds more discomfort begin to arise each time the irksome retort from Nicky returns, Grow up. His whole torso begins to itch, almost as if he were allergic to the stained t-shirt he had been wearing for two days straight. Forcing a greasy hand under his shirt to get at his skin, he is thoroughly shocked to find it suddenly dragging through a treasure trail rising well past his belly button. The shock almost knocks him out of his gamer chair, he tugs at a hair or two and sharply exhales as he yanks a strand from the new forest slowly inching its way up towards his chest. 

Before he can examine it to discover the prodigious length he respawns and gets his head back in the game. Or at least he tries to. He has to take his headset off as the volume makes his headache worse. When the enemy jungler goes in on him, he furrows his brow in confusion as she uses abilities he can’t even discern. Rick scratches at his chin as his foggy mind struggles to even name the champion that has just killed him. Grey screened once more he puts his head in his hands and groans as playing the game any longer becomes untenable. He throws up a surrender vote and is promptly mocked for doing so. 

Punching the table in irritation he scratches at his chest through his shirt and taps his foot impatiently as he waits for the game to end on its own. Pulling at his shirt to let air into his hot, itchy chest he fans his body odor upwards and grimaces as pits seem to be harboring a stink that his axe body spray wouldn’t be able to cover. When the enemy team finally wins the game he kicks back from his chair and races to the bathroom, struggling to get his shirt off en route as it gets trapped on his sweaty back. Never could he be prepared for the sight he finds upon his arrival.

Where his pale thin chest once was barren, where it should still be hairless, there is now a contiguous line of body hair from his pubes to his collarbones. His lanky fingers and sweaty palms drag across his stomach and his lips twitch to stop from grinning in excitement at finally having any real form of masculinity to point towards. The toxic gamer immediately grabs his phone to snap a picture of his new form, performing some clearly forced, jaw-forward expression to highlight how manly he is now. 

There are butterflies in his stomach as his fingers continue to play with the hair in the center of his chest. Trailing to the lengthier and thicker forest in his pits he purses his lips as he begins to consider how this possibly could have happened on such short notice, maybe it is an allergic reaction? He closes his eyes in concentration and the words flash in his mind once more, Grow Up. Before he can react to this there is a ping on his computer and he races to find, just as Nicky had predicted, his account has been banned for the week. 

“What the fuuUUCk!” He doesn’t even blush as his voice cracks, assuming it to be from his heightened emotional state rather than the Adam's apple for the first time bobbing on his neck. The gamer rubs his face in anguish, not noticing rougher cheeks due to his sorry state as the faintest hints of facial hair begin to descend into almost noticeable sideburns. Instead, a distraction comes in the form of a painfully rumbling stomach. Rick’s dull eyes stare blankly ahead as he briefly tries to recall the last time he ate.

With a sigh he turns and heads off to grab something from his surly barren kitchen to eat. His dominant hand continues to dance across his newly hairy torso, as if he were worried that if it left, so too would his recently sprouted forest. Strangely enough though, with each ambling step it feels less out of place on his stomach. His head tilts as even his dull mind is able to notice the change. He’s- He’s always had a pretty hair chest right? It can’t have just popped up overnight? That’s not, it’s not possible. He scratches into his chest and stomach, feeling his nails catch and drag against dark strands spreading out further across his chest. Still growing and thickening as he arrives at his fridge.

Rick doesn’t know why he’s shocked to find it empty? Not like he’s ever lived any differently. He’s always ordering food delivered, the most complicated dish he’s ever cooked for himself is canned tomato soup alongside a grilled cheese. When his stomach rumbles once more, he grits his teeth and tears open his cabinet to find all one might expect in a man of his ilk’s pantry; a few packages of instant ramen and a litany of half eaten bags of chips. For the first time all day the usual ire at the world turns inward as he chews himself out for living so irresponsibly as he starts water boiling. 

Throwing a few packages of noodles into the pot as it begins to bubble, Rick starts impatiently fisting stale chips into his mouth. Struggling to satiate a hunger greater than he can understand, he grapples with the alien impulse that this is not how things should be. Something deep within him swears he is more responsible than this, that he is more mature than this. He groans and stumbles, feeling woozy from reconciling how things should be against how they clearly are, he drops the chip bag he was holding and it glides to the floor empty. 

He’s brought back to reality as he hears the water boil over onto the stovetop, which he quickly takes off the burner. Stranger still, something begins to bubble up within himself. While not quite sustenance, the few chip bags scattered at his feet seem to have been enough food to give him indigestion. Rick’s fist goes to his mouth as he struggles against an oppressive urge to burp. Trying to push it down or quiet it in any way only makes the pressure more intense as he feels more bloated with each slowly passing second. After wondering why he’s stopping himself from burping at all, he gives in and releases a burp loud enough to get noise complaints. After the first escapes more are soon to follow. And with each mind-numbing release he impossibly feels more bloated.

When at last he gets peace from his gas, Rick starts to check on his noodles before being distracted by new weight sticking out from his chest. His lips again quiver into a smile and his eyes widen in wonder as his hands move to clutch the unequivocal pecs now bulging off a chest that has never held even an ounce of weight before. Only then does he notice that his chest is not the only place where muscle has begun to pile on, underneath the same dark curls that decorate his chest biceps thicken and forearms surge with strength. Hands whose only use has been tapping on a keyboard suddenly widen as, away from his eyeline, thighs and glutes bulk with haste. 

The momentary self-flagellation at his lazy lifestyle immediately vacates as, at the miracle of transformation, he returns to his arrogant, needlessly cruel mindset. His eyes glimmer with pride as he flexes just to smirk at strength that has been bestowed unto his unworthy self. Tossing ramen sloppily into a bowl he aways back to his gamer station as he is filled with a prideful desire to show those fuckers who they messed with. 

Rick slurps noodles from his bowl as he leaves the kitchen in its sorry state, trash scattered on the floor. With each bite hair continues to spread and muscle continues to pile on. Eating like an animal, he wipes his mouth on his newly muscular shoulder and smirks wide enough to strain his face as he feels stubble outright growing into a beard. “Grow up that little fuck said- Oh I grew up alright!” His voice rumbles deep in his chest as he sits down, getting hard at how much of a man he suddenly sounds. How much of a man he suddenly is. 

Anticipation fills him as he wakes his computer back up to go be absolutely needlessly toxic to people who have not spent a second thinking about him after blocking and moving on. With his mind turning to the pathetic work of mocking his fellow man, his free hand instead turns to fondle a growing cock that has finally begun to rear its head. Heavy balls pulse beneath his dick growing at an explosive rate and his is racked with pleasure more intense and consuming than he could ever fathom before his new form. Bulging veins press into his hand as his cock struggles to harden and rise even further above a thicket of pubes.

For a moment Rick’s so lost in his reverie that he totally forgets why he has made his way over to his computer. Seeing his sneering reflection he remembers as he turns it back on to log onto the rift and show those beta-bastards a real dick- er man. Only? What was he logging into again? Perhaps it's from his lust-addled mind but he simply cannot find the game anywhere on his desktop. His eyes strain as he scans the screen and drool nearly drips from his mouth as he continues to paw at his actually dripping cock. When he sees an icon for his webcam his priorities shift as he decides to demonstrate his superiority in a far more direct manner.

Camera on, Rick begins posing in every way his hitherto camerashy mind can imagine. Through the years he’s at least consumed a fair deal of thirst traps after all- Mostly of uh, women though? Yeah. He shakes off his momentary questioning to get back to what matters. How fucking hot he is. Exhibiting a pride even greater than before, he is far too absorbed in seeing just how high his new bicep can peak, how large his new cock looks on camera, how his scratchy new hair feels in his hand, to notice a harsh crimson glow seep along the border of his monitor. His mouth falls open and hips barely stay from bucking as he continues to feel himself up, languish in his powerful warm muscle and appreciate the deep, slow moans that echo throughout his bedroom.

Only when he notices the red light accentuating his bulging veins in a new way does he see the deep red light issuing forth from the screen. Rick sucks up the drool that almost pooled out of his mouth and grunts in irritation as he sets to investigate whatever virus or program seems to be affecting his PC. Even in his distracted, embarrassingly horny, state he’s unable to quiet the fear as two words return with a vengeance to fill his screen. Grow Up. He blinks and it's written again, then again. In no time at all the words spread to blot out and cover every inch of the screen.

Rick is barely present enough to respond to the bizarre stimuli, when he aimlessly repeats it in his new plodding voice that belies not a single thought bouncing around, “g-grow, uh? Up?” his whole body jerks and he clutches at his stomach as once more it begins to bloat. The gamer groans as weight begins to pile onto his only just strengthened core. Abs are quickly hidden behind a healthy layer of fat, making up for years, decades, of unintentional malnourishment behind a computer screen. Grow up. Apparent years of hunching over a keyboard rear their head as back pain sears through him. His newly grown garden of body hair rapidly spreads to become a jungle of fur he couldn’t control or manscape if he wanted to. 

Lying there moaning and groaning, there’s suddenly a sharp inhale as his head sears with the pain of dozens of hangover’s at once. Rick’s vision blurs and goes spotty as he tries to stand and make his way to bed. Inside his mind, hidden by an echoing chorus of Grow Up, the line between what is and is not begins to blur. The gamer almost cries as things he views as vital importance are sucked from his mind. Long hours spent researching optimal build paths and thoughtlessly mimicking tricks he saw streamers do vacate as his balls grow heavy with desire. The twin bed creaks under his new weight as he continues to grow even still.

Face down, muffling his moans, Rick is unaware as the world similarly begins to shift around him. His gamer station, the epicenter of his changes, is the first to go. RGB lighting and his gamer chair fade and contort into a workstation befitting a not-so-young professional of good breeding. Wrappers and other assorted trash blow off his desk and into a trash can that sits precisely where his Ps5 once gathered dust. His pile of unwashed laundry folds itself and flies into a closet as cheap, not even comfortable, clothes expand to fit his larger body and alter into relatively expensive, and elastic, fabrics.

Still lying in bed, pain gives way to pleasure as he has no choice but to welcome the loss of identity. Thicker hands clutch his bedspread as his bed bursts into a queen size and he begins humping into it. Powerful thighs and a heavy core thrust up and down as his balls almost burn with a need for release, a compulsion to cum. His eyes cross as he becomes so set on this end that he doesn’t feel the sheets changing underneath him, see pictures appearing on the wall, hear the sound of the world changing from his abject situation into something better. He does not notice as he changes to someone more mature.

It is not long before he indeed loses control. His new silky sheets are stained and his hairy stomach splattered as his thick arms lose strength and he falls down into his mess. Having spent far more energy than he had stored on this session, Rich passes out and his snores echo deep. His expanded diaphragm pushes against the bed as he produces enough sound that it would be a wonder that anyone would sleep alongside him and yet, unbeknownst to him, reality has plans far greater than the pointedly cruel man would ever deserve had Nicky not willed him better, willed for him better. Despite himself, the hands of a greater man tuck him in as crows feet and smile lines begin to etch themselves around his sleepful eyes.

When he awakens from the most fitful slumber he has perhaps ever experienced, Rich struggles against a mind slow and foggy, as expected when one wakes to a new world. Bleary eyes look out into something impossibly unrecognizable, and yet truer than himself. Groaning and scratching at his hairy belly and itchy ass, Rich walks past a note left on his desk to instead brush his teeth and wash his face. Minty foam soon filling his mouth and falling into his beard he smiles and once more flexes in the mirror with a healthy amount of affection for himself.

Spitting into the sink and wiping his beard clean with a hand towel he sees a second toothbrush sitting in a toothbrush holder and freezes. That can’t- Who? His mind races to recall something that he knows, something, someone he should know. Does he live with someone? When did he even get a toothbrush holder, he’d never- His eyes clench as some deeply ingrained instinct of never even putting forth the smallest effort on propriety, order, or cleanliness. I mean, what is he? Gay?

He lurches forward, only just catching himself on the bathroom counter as his mind stings and his face burns. Looking back up at his reflection, one eye jammed shut from pain he forces a smirk and begins laughing, well, duh? His belly jiggles as he lets loose a deep throated laugh and pats it, winking. Flickering back to the toothbrush a misty figure in his mind begins to fill out, become more real. No time to dwell on the matter as his stomach rumbles and he is instantly aware of a hunger that he must fill like anyone else alive. 

Despite something in him trying to compel him into the kitchen to prepare food he recalls the all too real memory of making all the ramen he had left last night and instead dials up the chinese food restaurant next door- “Hey Hi- This is Alex with Wok-n-Talk! What can we do for ya!” Rich clears his throat, “Ahm- Afternoon Alex I-” before he even finishes his sentence he freezes up once more, that’s not- He must have a cold. His veins chill as he tries to reconcile the crackle of age that sounds like an alarm in his husky voice.

Fortunately for the man, Alex speaks up to save him, “Ah! Afternoon indeed Mr. Adams! Hope things are well! Y’all just getting the usual today?” Rich grunts in the affirmative to prevent speaking up and Alex simply laughs in response, the bear somehow hears a wink through the line, “I’ll toss a couple extra egg rolls in there for ya big guy! We’ll have a family meal up for y’all soon! See ya in a jiffy sir!” For the moment Rich ignores being referred to as sir to instead focus on something even stranger. His beard and brows grow thicker as reflexively makes the gay bear face in thought- Adams isn’t his last name?

The massive man stands frozen in thought for some time as he tries to unpack that, unaware that he has begun to fidget with a new silicon ring hugging his left hand ring finger. When Alex arrives with the food he unconsciously returns to his apparent usual self as if he had met the young man hundreds of times. Receiving an impressive bounty of food, Rich sees the young man off with a pat on the shoulder and a cash tip that the once-gamer can’t quite recall having in his wallet before now. In fact, when did he even get a leather wallet- no matter. 

His mouth waters as he may as well float over to the pile of take-out containers that cover his kitchen counter. Family meal huh, is this really what he orders for himself? I mean it’s not like he has other mouths to feed. His head twitches as behind him photos on the wall show three faces and a door appears in his den to a bedroom that has never and always been there. Pushing down the buzzing headache, his still rumbling stomach takes precedence as he begins tearing into food meant for three.

The meal is evaporated with a haste that is inhuman, compelled to fuel the final aspects of a transformation he is unaware of, Rich simply eats until something within him says he is finished. The elastic waistline of his pants strains as his new gut will evermore push out from his hips, just like he likes it. Just like his- partner likes it. His hairline begins to recede and grey hairs speckle his beard as his new lived reality begins to take hold. Just like his husband likes it. He smiles kindly as warmth fills him and dense curls begin their crusade over his shoulders and up his wide back.

His husband, Ben Adams. Rich feels a hole that has existed longer than Rick had been alive fill itself. Whatever palty dregs of a man who delighted in being needlessly mean, frivolously cruel, pointlessly hateful in and out of game totally evaporate. From his mind, from his sense of self, from reality. Burping as he finishes a chinese meal meant for three the new bear sits on a cozy couch and pats his stomach, groaning as far too much food struggles to digest. In the meantime the cracks left from Rick begin to fill in as he becomes kindly Rich Adams. Not a gamer, not a horny chauvinistic asshole, but a husband, a father, who has matured to the utmost.

Retroactively, Nicky’s unintentional spell is so effective that it was never even cast. Rich met Ben so long ago and fell in love that he never even had the desire to play league, nor the toxicity to troll in any game. Instead the pair hit it off at university and married soon after. Once settling they adopted and have lived lives happier than either man could have expected for themselves. Every so often some beyond repressed alien instinct of his old self cries out and tries to take hold of the man. To compel him to spew vitriol with less strength or coherence than an intrusive thought. Rich treats them with the respect they deserve, laughing them off and redoubling his efforts to a brighter world.

After resting for digestion for some time, sleep once more finds the bear and he conks out on the couch, snoring loud enough to be heard in the hall of their apartment complex. When Ben returns from work he promptly chastises his partner for gorging himself and sleeping away his day off. He then forces the bloated man to get up and the pair head off together into the cool autumn day to pick their not-so-little one up from high school. There’s a chill in the air so Ben sidles up far closer to the bear to get some mileage out of the man’s usually oppressive body heat. All in all Rich Adams can think of no better life than the one he shall now enjoy evermore.

Potentialities:

Thanks to all who had suggestions for the next chapter, here are a few of them alongside a couple new ideas of my own! If you've got anything for the next poll feel free to comment or DM :)

BC PD: Harassed while out and about Nicky turns a authority obsessed officer into just the primal masculine ideal he’s so obsessed with (Devolution)

Sorry For The Backwash: Back at the gym Simon finds himself quite the personal trainer due to his jockification being contagious (Combined both jock Tfs from previous poll)

Burn Out: Self-important business man forced into a sabbatical to chill out after stepping all over Nicky  (Stoner/general dirtbag TF)

Acculturation: Nerdy academic yearns to be closer to anthropological subjects (cultural/racial TF) - might not make the cut for this poll TBD

Sloppy Thirds: Nicky and Simon pitched on bringing a third into the relationship whom Nicky accidentally molds to be the perfect brutish third (Dom TF?)

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December 02: Wolfe Glick

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“Welcome back to my channel,” streamer and PokéTuber Wolfe Glick said as he flashed his audience one of his cute smiles, “tonight we’re gonna do some Tera Raid battles…”

The cute hunk was in his recording room at his house, enjoying the heater blasting and warming up the winter air. He sat in front of his camera with his dual screen system on the desk in front of him— one screen showing Pokémon Violet and the other his chat. Wolfe had won scores of adoring fans due in part to his status as a world champion in Pokémon battling and because of his cute nerdy guy aesthetic. Still, it was obvious that he took care of himself, as was evident by his toned muscles that were barely visible beneath his tight tank top.

Wolfe got the game set up and began to read off the chat, thanking the donations that were starting to come in.  He paused when he saw that a new username, HypnoGuy72, had posted a gif that looked like a spiral that was circling around in a mesmerizing manner into the chat that was continuously scrolling.

The man cocked his eyebrow in confusion as he stared at it, his muscles gradually relaxing as his jaw went slack.

As the rest of the comments popped up, the gif disappeared down the line and Wolfe snapped out of his daze.

“Whoa, um… sorry about that,” Wolfe muttered, shaking his head as he wondered just why he’d spaced out. He blushed a little bit and cleared his throat as he grabbed his pro controller. “Um, let’s go ahead and get started, shall we?”

As he played, Wolfe started to squirm a little in his seat, seemingly unable to stay still for some reason. The presence of his webcam, with its shiny glass eye, weighed heavily on the streamer’s mind unlike ever before, and the more the chat spoke up, the more Wolfe began to feel some sort of giddy excitement.

Obviously, Wolfe loved to stream, which was why he followed down this career path, but he’d never felt his heart race so heavily in his chest before… nor had he ever gotten so rock hard on stream before.

Wolfe flinched when he felt his cock plump up to its full size, thankful that it was hidden underneath his desk. His heart raced even faster, and Wolfe even had to wonder if it was because of embarrassment or excitement.

For some strange reason, the streamer felt a foreign exhilaration at the thought of being hard on stream. He wanted to try his best to ignore it and try to finish the stream, forcing himself to play the game before him.

“Um, so we can go ahead and face this six star raid— Ooohhh.” Wolfe’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as he broke off mid-sentence, bellowing out a low moan. He winced when he finally registered that one hand held his pro controller, while the other thumbed a hard nipple.

Wolfe felt his face turn bright red as he realized that not only had he just played with his nipple on stream for all of his followers to see, but he’d also enjoyed it as was evident by his hard cock.

“What the hell is up with me?” he muttered under his breath before turning back to face the camera full on, again, his heart racing once he was on-screen dead on. “Um, yeah, sorry about that guys…”

He trailed off when he heard the pro controller clatter onto the hard desk. As if they had a mind of their own, both of Wolfe’s hands moved on their own accord up towards his tank top. They roughly yanked on the neck hole to bring it downwards so that his plump pecs were entirely exposed. He didn’t know what was going on, but as soon as his hands latched onto his sensitive nipples for the stream to lust over, all Wolfe could do was moan loudly.

Wolfe tried to tell himself to stop, but the more he saw the chat respond, the less control over his actions he appeared to have.

The stunned hunk felt himself raise one arm, flexing a sizable bicep for the camera. He inwardly screamed as he felt himself lean forward and lick it seductively, moaning loudly for everyone watching. All the while, his other hand still toyed with his nipple.

Wolfe felt as if he were a puppet tied to strings, and someone other than himself was in charge of his actions. He desperately tried to stop feeling himself up on camera, but the more he saw people logging in to watch his stream, the more intense his impromptu show turned.

The bewildered hunk tore his pants and boxers down as he scooted his chair further back to allow his hard cock to bob in the air for everyone to gawk at. Despite his inner panic, Wolfe felt a smirk form on his handsome face. 

With one hand, he reached down and wrapped a fist around his throbbing cock and began to jerk it off on camera. With the other, he reached behind himself, sliding a few fingers between his plump cheeks to play with his tight hole. His face twisted into a visage full of utter pleasure and joy as he pursed his thick lips and let out moan after slutty moan.

As he pleasured himself, Wolfe’s body decided to up the ante as it began to bounce slightly on his intruding fingers. Each movement shoved his invading digits further into his sensitive hole, eliciting more hungry moans from the slutty stud. Each impact caused his pecs to bounce a little and he couldn’t stop the little shimmy he added to his waist that caused his cock to wag tantalizingly in the air. Everything he was doing was for a show, and although he was aware of all that he was doing, Wolfe was powerless to stop any of it.

Deep down, Wolfe begged himself to stop, but he wasn’t in control of his body. Worse was that a growing part of himself was loving showing off in such a sexual manner on camera for his thousands of followers to lust after. There was a growing part of him that was excited to be naked and jerking off like a camboy whore for all to see, and that thought made his cock throb even more.

The chat exploded with donations and cheers from men enjoying the show, many of them subscribing in the hopes that there’d be more to see. Wolfe was too caught up in pleasuring himself that he didn’t see HypnoGuy72’s new comment flash upon the screen: 

That little spiral hypnotized the poor stud into becoming a camwhore. He can’t help but act like a gay slut whenever he’s on camera now!

“Uunghh!” Wolfe squealed as his cock shot out streams of cum that landed all over his chest. He panted as he tried to catch his breath, his pecs heaving with the motion.

The dazed streamer struggled to piece together what had just happened. Deep down, he was humiliated over his seemingly uncontrollable actions, but there also existed a large part of himself that had loved the whole experience. 

He’d loved it so much that, despite having just came, his cock was already rock hard all over again as the naked stud sat in front of the camera.

He smirked again. “Ready for Round Two?” he asked his followers, as he began to thumb his hard nipples again.

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Evan knew he could be an asshole, but the thing was he didn't care. He was rich, brilliant. And better than his peers so why should he change how he acts because others found him to be 'too mean'. That was their problem, not his. Evan came from a wealthy family that practically owned the city. Why shouldn't he be proud of that and rub it in these loser's faces?

However Evan found he should have been kinder when he insults the wrong person. He was busy on his phone when he roughly bumped into someone on the street. Rather than apologize and help the older man up, Evan sneers coldly at him and tells him to watch where he was going.

He walks away without a second glance back at the old man. Evan didn't stop till he heard a high pitched noise in his head that had him dropping his phone and clutching his head.

"You will learn to be nicer and kinder to others."

A powerful voice said in Evan's head.

"Even if I have to force you to be." They continued.

Evan was freaked out, more so when he started to feel his body aching. He grunts in discomfort with how tense his muscles feel. It was astonishing how he could have sworn it felt like he was growing. His well tailored suit feeling like it was getting too small around him. His head continues to pound with this dull ache. Making it harder for him to think.

Evan stood there, his suit shredding as it became unable to contain his growing bulk, while his high intellect he prided himself on diminishes. His frightened expression relaxes as a small smile spreads on his face. The young man is unable to help lift up his arms and start to flex. Ever pose he makes more of his old identity is altered into this knew bubbly golden retriever type personal Evan becoming an overly friendly gym bro rather than the conceded swallow man he used to be.

Not that he remembers this old identity of his. Evan absent-mindedly pulls off the tattered pieces of suit, leaving him in just a pair of shorts that the pants had shifted into. The himbo relaxes and shakes himself out of the haze he was in before he resumes his jog through the park.

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